spxllcxstxr · 2 days ago
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Fair Winds and Following Seas • R.R
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(Gif not mine)
Request: That Roman soulmate fic was sooo good 😭😭😭 argfhh biting my pillow rn. May I request a scene rewrite of your choice of them already in an established relationship? They’d have cute bickering and lots of casual physical contact all the time. Maybe theyre on a yacht together like that one episode and theyre just so intertwined all the time that its hard to tell where roman ends and reader starts 😣-- anon
Summary: Roman seems to like casual intimacy, even in front of his family
Warnings: fem!reader (she/her pronouns used), based on 2x10 “this is not for tears,” established relationship, alcohol, ken suicide joke (one line, nbd), roman jokingly calls something 'domestic abuse' it certainly is NOT that, normal Roman shenanigans
Word Count: 1.1k
A.N: guys, I usually write fantasy so this dialogue may just suck ass im SORRY LMAO, lemme know what you think!!! Hope you guys enjoy! Roman is so bbg
The Mediterranean sun warms your exposed skin while the sea breeze keeps you from getting uncomfortably hot. The Roy's certainly knew how to take a vacation.
Roman lazily drapes his arm over your shoulders, the small act of casual intimacy in front of his siblings something you still can't really get used to just yet. The family, you learned pretty quickly, was not a clingy one, so Roman's constant need to be touching you in some way in front of them was unexpected.
You sigh happily at his side, ignoring the boring work talk the siblings had already immersed themselves in.
The weather was just too divine for you to focus on anything other than the free vacation and your boyfriend.
Shiv's piercing blue eyes peer curiously over her dark sunglasses. Her gaze causes you to straighten your back and shift ever so slightly away from Roman. You've noticed that her and Tom were never exactly touchy, but then again her and Tom were barely a loving couple.
The harsh scrutiny of her stare doesn't go unnoticed by Roman, who immediately pulls you back closer to him. Your cheeks flush at his blatant display of affection.
"Something the matter, Siobhan?" Roman asks, his voice slightly higher than usual with a British twang to it. His fingers absentmindedly trace odd shapes across your back. He sips at his cocktail, eyebrows raised waiting for her retort.
Shiv’s intense gaze slowly slides over to Kendall. Their older brother offers your group a half-assed shrug.
"Nothing at all, Roman." She offers you both a tight-lipped smile, swirling her white wine in front of her.
Awkwardly you lean back into him as he sarcastically grumbles something under his breath, unconvinced. Roman’s body in tense beside you, but stays firmly pressed next to your own.
Sounds of waves crashing against the yacht and distant conversations almost lure you to sleep though the three sibling’s chatter keeps you just conscious enough that you don’t completely drift off.
You hear Kendall get up from his seat, his joints popping.
"I'm gunna go check on dad," He says, voice low though he knows you're not actually asleep. "I'll catch you guys later."
"Just don't jump off the boat, Ken. We're not turning the ship around just for your old-ass." Roman jokes before yelping at Shiv's slap to the shoulder.
You hide your tiny grin with a fake yawn.
"Very funny, Rome," Ken mutters before leaving the three of you.
It's awkward, just the three of you alone; the tension is so thick it could be cut with a knife. Shiv clears her throat and you can only imagine the patronizing look she has on her face. Roman shifts, and most likely flips her off, but otherwise he's silent.
Moments later you hear the thud of expensive yet tacky yachting shoes against the floorboards, which could only mean Tom.
"Shiv, uh," The man stutters, obviously distracted by something. Slowly you open an eye, peering over at the man. "Why don't we go and uh, discuss that thing from before, huh?"
Tom's eyes can barely settle on one thing, he looks between you and Roman before only briefly settling on his wife. His cheeks are a little red, but with a man that pasty, it's sure to be a light sunburn.
"Oh yeah?" She asks, almost seductively, blue eyes twinkling with some hidden secret.
Tom's lips tilt down into a frown, now no longer even looking in your direction. He's jealous, you figure, you've never seen him and Shiv cuddled up like this, at least not comfortably so. Someone is always tense and irritated.
After sparing her husband a glance, you see her eyes narrow and her lips drawing into a tight line.
You offer them a smile while Roman once again gives a rude gesture.
Swiftly, Shiv rises from her seat, empty wine glass in hand. She barely gestures a simple goodbye before walking away with Tom. You watch as she says something to him, which makes him recoil from her.
You could only imagine what that was about, but you figure it was you and Roman.
You press your cheek even harder against Roman's chest, almost like you're trying to burrow your way under his skin. The fresh white linen shirt he's wearing is soft underneath you. His uncalloused fingertips continue to dance across your exposed arm.
He's no longer tense, you notice; his muscles are more relaxed now that his siblings are nowhere to be seen. Logan wasn't around either, which eased the thick and looming tension that usually hung around the family.
Roman chuckles, tangling his feet around yours.
"What's got you all giggly today?" You ask, closing your eyes as you soak in more of the warmth.
"I'm not giggly, thank you very much. Giggling is for school girls and wine drunk single moms."
"Yeah, ok," You snort, smiling.
"You're just all over me like a fucking uh--"
"Koala?"
"Nah, more like one of those bigass fucking boa constrictors, y'know the ones I'm talking about?"
"A boa constrictor?" You gasp, jokingly offended at his words. Shifting from your position you eye your boyfriend. "You asshole!" Grabbing a small pillow from beside you, you hit him square in the chest repeatedly.
You're hovering over him, knees on either side of his hips, pinning him to the couch below him.
"Hey, hey!" He laughs, attempting to grab your wrists. "This is domestic abuse! ABUSE! ABUSE! Greg call the cops, she's beating me!"
Somewhere in the distance you can only faintly hear Greg stutter something, but your laughter is too loud to actually make it out.
Roman finally grabs the decorative pillow out of your hands and flings it somewhere.
His brown hair is messy, strands dangle in front of his eyes, no longer slicked back and proper. The laughter dies down but his bright smile remains, melting your heart.
"You're an absolute prick, Roman Roy, y'know that?" You whisper, lips lingering right over his.
"Oh I know," He smirks, irritatingly handsome like usual, eyes flicking between your own and your lips. "And you fucking love it."
Surging up, his lips connect with yours, traces of coconut and pineapple left on his tongue. The sweetness of rum mingles with the fruity aftertaste.
Humming in satisfaction, you close your eyes and place your hands on either side of his face, leaning into the kiss. Roman's light scruff rubs against your palms.
Eventually you pull back in order to breathe in the salty Mediterranean air. Roman's lips chase after your own, hoping to continue and subsequently never stop again.
"Yeah, I do." You sigh, gazing at his eyes as they turn into a molten shimmering gold hue in the afternoon sun.
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demigodishniss · 8 months ago
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My watch through of classic Doctor Who is going so well (I'm even more attracted to old men now compared to before--)
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flowerbinniee · 3 years ago
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His Best Girl - Mob!Tom Holland
Title: His Best Girl
Summary: After a long night of looking over contracts for him, feared mob boss Tom decides to give his best girl a reward for working so hard.
Pairing: Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Assistant!Reader
Word Count: 2209
Warning(s): smut, 18+ mdni, sub!Tom, dom!Reader, cunnilingus
A/N: This is an oldie but a goodie. I read through this again and finetuned it a little more. I hope you all enjoy it!
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Sighing deeply through your nose, you down the rest of your glass of champagne, but the light, airy bubbles did nothing to lift your spirits. Tom had so graciously stuck you at the office while he and Harrison got to “have words'' with a struggling businessman who owed the former quite a rather large sum of money. So… essentially, all of the fun.
“Christ,” you groan as you scribble a suggestion for Tom to look at later on the contract he’d left with you. “As much love as I have for him, I hate his growing popularity.” You flip to the final page and mark up what you think Tom should consider for change. The doorknob turns from the other side of the door, and you peek your head up to see the intruder on your peace and solidarity.
“There’s my hardworking girl,” your boss says with an easy smile.
A Cheshire smirk curls your lips as you respond to his greeting. “Speak of the Devil, and he shall appear.” He leans casually on the doorframe and raises an eyebrow, the muscles of his biceps confined in that crisp, white dress shirt.
“While my line of work is morally questioning at times, I’m no devil.” he protests.
“Really, Tommy?” You stand from your office chair and cross over to him. Feeling the sexier side of your persona take over, you softly scrape a manicured nail down the center of his chest. You feel the heat of his gaze burn through your clothes, your skin, your soul as he stares you down. “Because according to your long list of conquests, there’s quite a bit of sin occurring between your sheets.”
“You didn’t seem to mind when you were making those pretty noises for me and begging me to fuck you harder. Did you, angel?” He whispers so close to your ear in that soft, breathy voice he knows that you like when the two of you are alone. You barely resist from smacking him across his gorgeous face. Two can play that game, asshole.
You ignore the shivers electrifying your spine and go back to your desk, smirking to yourself as you make sure that the arrogant bastard sees the sultry swish of your hips. “You know, I don’t find it particularly funny that you and Haz got to have all the fun while I was stuck in the office all day, slaving over your contract like a fifties housewife.”
He chuckles at your transgression and slowly saunters over to you, his hands in his pockets. “Oh, come on, Y/N/N. You know that you’re the only person I trust with this sort of stuff. Yeah, Haz is my right-hand, but he doesn’t possess the same persuasive abilities you do.”
You cross one leg over the other in a domineering manner. “You mean that he won’t drape himself across the laps of men you’re trying to cut a deal to make yourself look more appealing.”
His teasing smile drops, and you’re afraid you’ve said something wrong. You watch from your seat as his expression turns to stone. “Y/N, you know I don’t think of you in that way at all. You’re much more than the things you do to… supplement my business.”
Your laugh in response leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. “Yes, Tom, I know. You have preached that to me numerous times.”
He presses his hands on the opposite end of your desk and leans in toward your face. “Then, why don’t you ever believe me?”
You bite your lip hesitantly. Despite your… relationship with Tom, you’d never felt comfortable with being called sexy or hot. This part of you, this domineering act you put on, is just something that you put on to hide the insecurities. You don’t meet Tom’s eyes, but you can feel them on you. “You know how I feel about my sexuality,” you tell him as you twiddle your thumbs. “I don’t… view myself as you’d think I would. Everyone in this business thinks I’m this confident, sexy woman who helps rule the most feared mob in London, but I’m the farthest thing from it.”
He grips the edges of your desk and leans incredibly close to your face. “Let me show you how I view you, then.” He rounds the desk and takes a knee in front of you.
You eye him curiously as he does it. “Tom, what are you about t--?” Your boss watches you cut yourself off when he begins to shimmy the skirt of your dress up until it’s bunched up at your waist. He stops and takes a moment to gently run his hands up and down your hips, looking up at you with those irresistible puppy eyes.
“Is this okay?” He asks softly before pressing little kisses on your inner thighs. You feel your spine jolt with electricity again, and you nod your head eagerly. Tom, not liking your nonverbal response, pinches the top of your thigh, and it makes you squeak in surprise. “I need you to vocalize it.”
“Fuck yes, baby,” you breathe to the Brit, “This is so much more than okay. Been wanting this all day.”
He smirks his signature, macho-man smirk and hooks a finger into the crotch of your panties. Pulling them to the side, he grabs one of your hands that’s clenched onto the arm of your chair, and he puts it on the top of his head. He lets your fingers card through his curls and take a firm grip of them. He takes your other one and laces his own fingers through yours. You breathe out a shaky breath while you try to calm your twitching nerves. Tom seems to notice because he murmurs, “It’s okay. You’re in charge, pretty girl.”
“But you know what I like,” you pout, and he shakes his head.
“Not today. Today, Y/N, I want you to be as domineering and in control as your heart desires. And you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing you. I’ve sent everyone home for the day.” He gives you a wink, and you think to yourself that your cheeks can’t get anymore flustered than they already are. “God, you’re already so fucking wet for me.”
“You thought of everything, didn’t you, Holland?” You easily, almost scarily, slip into your sexier, take-no-shit persona. “You stuck me in my office all day to make me want to punish you, and then you go and send all of your employees home because you didn’t want them to hear you being such a good, obedient boy for me.”
He blinks up at you with those damn eyes, and you almost think that Tom was innocent again. Pure. But you knew that wasn’t true. You’d seen him at his absolute worst. He couldn’t go back to being innocent. You know the truth: that he just wants to be a good boy.
The Brit gives you a slow nod, licking his lips and taking his bottom one between his teeth. “Wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” he mumbles sweetly. He places a few experimental kisses on your outer lips to tease you and prepare you for what’s to come. Growling lowly in delight, you grip the curls that are already under your fingers and tug him, his mouth, closer to where you need him most. You swear that you hear a light moan when you pull on his hair. Oh, this was going to be fun.
“Be a good boy, Tommy,” you tell him. “Make me cum.”
You hear a muffled “yes, ma’am” as a response before the first lick. Your body thrummed with pleasure when he flattened his tongue and gave you a broad lick up your dripping wet slit.
“Oh, fuck,” you whimper. “You’re already doing so good, baby. It’s like you were made for this.”
The soft groan muffled by his face in your pussy tells you that maybe he agrees with you. Nuzzling his face closer to you, he continues to place soft kisses and licks on your opening, and he keeps going up until he reaches your clit. You could feel more of your slick pouring out of you when he gives the pulsing nub an experimental suck.
“Ah!” You yelp in pleasure. Tom stops what he’s doing and looks up at you, his doe eyes glittering with concern. You groan when you feel no pleasure coming to you, and you tug him back into your sex. “You’re not done, baby boy. Get back to work.” He obeys immediately and gives your clit another broad lick, closing his lips around it and sucking harshly.
“Fuck! Tommy, I think you’re trying to give me heart palpitations,” you pant to him. He licks through your slit one last time, smirking into it. Bastard. “Christ, that felt so fucking good.” You spoke too soon, though, as your boss slid a long, slender finger into you. Your mouth opens in a silent scream, and you grip the arms of your chair. He starts sliding it in and out while continuing to assault your clit with his mouth. The coil of pleasure in your stomach you have whenever you and Tom fuck starts to form and tighten inside of you.
“Oh, God…” Tom moans against your clit, and you subconsciously pull his hair. “Fuck, baby. You feel so fucking good.”
He adds the second finger into your pussy, fucking you with them faster and harder. Your eyes screw shut, and your heart pounds against your rib cage.
“’m I doing good, ma’am?” You hear Tom ask you after pulling away from your cunt, still pressing kisses against your outer lips.
You nod shakily to his question and cradle his head with both hands, gently brushing the curls back with your thumbs. You look down at him, and dear Lord, everything makes sense now. Why you always stood by him when circumstances weren’t in your favor, why you always stayed with him even when you would’ve been paid more money under someone else, why you always were there when he needed to make the tough calls. “You’re doing so good for me, Tommy,” you whisper to him, more tenderness in your voice, “You make me feel so good.” Nodding, he softly smiles and goes back to working on your pussy.
He twists and turns his fingers inside of your glistening hole as he fucks you, your juices dripping down his palm. His baby-soft, pink lips pucker around your pulsating clit and suck it into his mouth, flicking his tongue against the nub and tracing circles into it. The aforementioned coil at the pit of your stomach tightened even further, and you knew it would be soon before it snapped.
“Christ. I’m about to cum! Please. I wanna cum,” your domme persona was slipping, and you started reverting back to the real Y/N Y/L/N. “Fuck, fuck, fuck! Tom, you always make me feel so fucking good.” Hearing your frantic praise, he ups the speed and rigor of his actions, going fasterharderstronger on his ministrations. The overwhelming stimulation that flooded your body all at once was enough to make that coil finally snap. With a scream of Tom’s name, you cum hard on his mouth, his tongue, his face. He eases his fingers out of your pussy once your high dissolved and languidly licks your slick off of them. You pant as you watch him, your pupils returning to their original size.
He stands and leaves your office, coming back with a warm rag a few moments later. He swipes at your sex to help you clean up, and the warmth of the rag seeps into you to help you relax.
“I don’t think I could move now if I tried,” you laugh after he disposes of the rag. He chuckles and pulls up his sleeve to peek at his watch.
“Wow,” he says. “I didn’t realize how late it was.” Your heart skipped a beat. He’s leaving? “You need your sleep, angel. I’ll step out to get the car, so I can take you home.” He turns to leave, but with shaky legs, you grab his wrist.
“Wait!” You pull him back toward you, and you glance down at his lips. “Before you go…” You cup the back of his neck and pull him in for a sweet, soft kiss. Your other kisses with Tom were all rough and dominating, but this one was about compassion and longing. Your lips meshed perfectly with his as you kissed, your fingers carding through his curls again. He pulls away and looks at you with a puzzled expression.
“What?” You ask, eyes searching his face.
“You’ve never kissed me that way before,” he says, reaching up to caress your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “Why now?”
“Wanted to give you something to come back to,” you whisper.
He leans forward and places a lingering kiss on your forehead. “I’ll always come back to you.” He steps away from you. “I’ll go get the car, and I’ll take you home.” You just nod and let him go this time. When you know that he’s out of earshot, you tell no one but yourself.
“I love you.”
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waitimcomingtoo · 4 years ago
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Adventures in Cat Sitting
Synopsis: Tom is not a cat person, but watches your cat anyway
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“Hi baby.” You appeared in the doorway of the living room with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a nervous smile on your face. You had a big favor to ask of Tom and you already knew he wasn’t going to like it.
“Hi princess.” Tom sat up on the couch and noticed your face. “You look like you need something.”
“I might.” You shrugged as you sat down on his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around you to keep you from falling off, clasping his hands together under your spine.
“Let me see if I can help you.” He chuckled as he tugged you closer by the blanket.
“So you know how I have to go away this week for my cousins wedding?” You began, slow as not to startle him.
“Yeah. I miss you already.” He pouted, making you laugh and kiss his lips.
“I miss you too, lover.” You ran your fingers though his hair. “So I was wondering if you could do me a favor.”
“Anything, Princess.” He smiled lazily at you. “What do you need?”
You tugged at his shirt for a moment and avoided eye contact, shrugging a little as if you hadn’t been planning this for days.
“Ineedyoutowatchmycat.” You said quickly.
“What?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows when he didn’t understand you.
“I need you to watch my cat?” You grimaced, finally looking at him. You knew how Tom felt about your cat from the many, many times he told you.
He wasn’t a cat person. Not at all. And your cat in particular seemed to be his sworn enemy. They never got along and you often had to hide him in another room when Tom was over.
“You mean he’s not going to be guarding the pits of hell?” Tom tilted his head in confusion, making you roll your eyes.
“He is not that bad.” You insisted. “You can survive a few days with him.”
“Uh Uh.” Tom shook his head firmly. “You know how I feel about cats. That’s my least favorite kind of pussy.”
Your jaw dropped as he laughed at his own joke, stopping when you smacked his arm.
“Don’t get fresh.” You scolded. “I just need you to watch my cat for a few days.”
“You don’t have a cat.” Tom disagreed. “You have whatever Pandora let out of her box.”
“Oatmeal is really sweet once he warms up to you.” You told him. “You haven’t spent enough time with him to do that.”
“Because every time I get close to him, he hisses at me.” Tom exclaimed.
“Not every time.” You said pointedly. “Just most times.”
“Can’t you put him in the kennel?” Tom whined, knowing he wasn’t going to get out of this.
“He’s not social and I haven’t found one I like.” You pouted, putting on puppy dog eyes to sway him.
“So drop it off in the forest for a few days and let it get some life experience.” Tom shrugged, earning himself another playful smack.
“Tom.” You groaned. “He’ll die out there.”
“We can only hope.” Tom mumbled under his breath.
“I think this will be good for you guys.” You ignored his comment. “You’re the two most important men in my life and I need you to get along.”
“How am I possibly on the same level as that heathen?” Tom held a hand over his chest like he was offended.
“I love you both so much and it kills me that you don’t get along.” You whined, stroking his cheek to pull him back.
“We’d get along just fine if he wasn’t such a bastard.” Tom snapped, making you gasp.
“How many times do I have to tell you not to call my cat a bastard?” You asked. This was a conversation you had had many times as it was Toms preferred nickname for you cat. Tom shrunk down on the couch and looked at the ceiling as he blew out an annoyed huff.
“Sorry.” He mumbled.
“This could be good for us too.” You assured him. “Watching a pet is an integral part in any relationship. I’m giving you all my trust.”
“You’re not giving me your trust.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’re giving me your fat ass demon cat.”
“Come on, please baby?” You jutted yourself bottom lip out. “Oatmeal might grow on you.”
“Aw. Like genital warts?” Tom smiled sarcastically.
“No.” You said flatly. “Not like genital warts.”
“Why do I have to watch him?” Tom complained like a child. “Why can’t you just leave him in a box with some food and water?”
“Would you like that if I did that to you?” You raised a skeptical eyebrow at him.
“If there was alcohol in the box, then yeah.” He shrugged. “I might just enjoy myself.”
You realized you weren’t getting anywhere and pulled away from him with a new approach ready.
“Fine.” You sighed and dramatically looked away. “If you don’t want to watch my cat, I’ll just have to find a boyfriend who will.”
You started to get up but Tom immediately pulled you back, making you giggle as he held on firmly. He had finally caved and you knew it.
“Woah woah wait.” He nuzzled into your neck and left kisses there before sighing. “I’ll watch your bastard child.”
“You’ll what?” You texted him.
“I’ll watch your precious fur baby.” He said through a fake smile. You twisted your body and wrapped your arms around him, kissing every inch of his face you could reach.
“Thank you.” You gushed. “You’re a life saver.”
“You’re welcome, darling.” He chuckled as he lovingly rubbed your back. “You better remember this if I ever need a kidney.”
“I don’t think the two things carry equal weight.” You tilted your head playfully and laughed.
“They don’t.” He agreed. “You’re welcome for letting you off easy.”
Rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you decided not to fight back since he was doing you a favor. Instead, you opted for kissing him long and deep to show your appreciation.
“Thanks for doing this.” You mumbled against his lips. “I know you don’t like cats so I appreciate it. I owe you one.”
“Mind if I collect my toll now?” Tom smirked as he flipped you onto your back, making you laugh loudly.
“Not at all.”
Sunday
“This is his food.” You handed Tom a pink bag with whiskers stitched on. “He gets two cups a day, dry at morning and wet at night. He won’t eat unless you scratch him behind the ears after you put it in his bowl.”
“I’m not putting my hands anywhere near that thing.” Tom shook his head as he took the bag. “It has a bloodlust.”
Oatmeal was nestled in your arms, staring at Tom with a vengeance. Tom stared back with wide eyes, already feeling his pulse quicken.
“No he does not.” You cooed as you scratched Oatmeal behind the ears. “Make sure to keep an eye on his water bowl and never give him milk. It’s bad for his teeth.”
“Right. Wouldn’t want him losing his razor sharp little death traps.” Tom said sarcastically, seemingly speaking directly to the cat. “If he bites me, I’ll bite him right back.”
“Tom.” You sighed deeply. “I shouldn’t have to say this, but do not bite my cat.”
Oatmeal suddenly bared his teeth and hissed at Tom, making Tom gasp.
“Did you hear what he just said to me?” Tom exclaimed as he pointed to the cat.
“He’s just getting used to you, is all.” You shrugged as you set Oatmeal down on the ground. He took a careful step towards Tom before hissing again.
“He did it again!” Tom jumped into your arms in the style of Shaggy and Scooby. “He called me a slur.”
“No he didn’t.” You laughed as you set Tom down. “His treats are in the bag. Only one a day and none if he’s naughty.”
“I didn’t realize he had a setting other than naughty.” Tom sassed your cat, making him hiss once again. Tom looked at you for help and you sighed.
“Hey, behave.” You scolded Oatmeal as you stroked him. “His toys are in the bag too. He gets pretty feisty with the fish on a string so don’t go near him when he’s playing with it.”
Oatmeal jumped up on a chair and leaned towards Tom, peering at him as if extended an olive branch. Tom looked at you and you nodded, encouraging him to reach out towards the animal. Oatmeal leaned forward and sniffed Tom’s hand before snapping at him. Tom jerked his hand back and cradled it, though he wasn’t actually bitten.
“I don’t think I can do this.” Tom said suddenly. “He’s gonna put a hex on me.”
“Tom, please?” You whined when he went back on his offer. “I have to leave now and there’s no one else who can take him.”
“Give him to one of your friends.” Tom whimpered as he hid behind you. “What about Stacy? Don’t you hate her?”
“All my friends are either allergic or coming on the trip with me.” You pleaded with him.
“There has to be someone else who can watch this hell beast.” Tom spat as he shot daggers at Oatmeal. You chewed your bottom lip as you thought of way to keep him on board until something came to you.
“Well, my ex watched him a couple times.” You shrugged casually as you picked Oatmeal back up. “Maybe I can call him and-“
“I’ll watch the damn cat.” Tom cut you off, always the jealous type. “Come here baby.”
He cooed and walked towards Oatmeal, who swiped at him with his claws.
“Ah! Bitch!” He screamed and jumped away from
“Are you sure?” You innocently batted your eyelashes. “I’m sure he’d be more than happy to-“
“La la la la la.” Tom held his hands over his ears and sang loudly. “Enough about him. I’ll watch Oatmeal. It’s just two days right?”
“Four days.” You kept a smile on your face so you wouldn’t worry him.
“Four days?” He gasped. “How many people is she getting married to?”
“Just one. Who knows? If this goes well, maybe she’ll be flying out to my wedding soon.” You flirted as you held his chin between your fingers. This pulled a smile out of Tom, making him walk to you and wrap his arms around you. You fitted your face into the crook of his neck and left a kiss there, taking in your last few moments with him before you left.
“I’ll miss you, princess.” He mumbled as he rubbed soft circles onto your back.
“I’ll miss you too.” You sighed, resting your chin on his shoulder. You pulled away after a long time and kissed him, letting it linger until you couldn’t breath. You patted his cheek softly before bending down and petting Oatmeal.
“Amd I’ll miss you Mr. Fluffy Pants.” You cooed as you picked him up. “Who has the fluffiest pants?”
“I believe that’s his feline obesity.” Tom said sweetly as he narrowed his eyes at your cat.
“Funny.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “I’ll see you Wednesday.”
“Don’t be late.” He pouted, feeling his heart sink as you collected your things. You noticed his forlorn demeanor and hugged him again, taking in the scent of his cologne.
“How could I stay away from my baby?” You mumbled into his ear. You pulled away and jutted your bottom lip out before smiling wickedly.
“And I’ll miss you too.” You added as you pulled away. Tom rolled his eyes at you while you opened his door.
“Hilarious.” He replied sarcastically. “I’m laughing my-“
The door shut.
“-ass off.” He said weakly as silence settled into his home. He let out a sigh as he stared at the door, the smell of your perfume still lingering on his skin. He hated being apart from you, even if it was just for a few days. Tom’s reminiscing was cut short by a hatch meow from the floor. Tom jumped, having forgotten all about the cat he had promised to watch. Oatmeal stalked over to Tom and sat down in front of him as if to mock him.
“Listen you little whore.” Tom pointed an angry finger at the car. “I’m in charge. There will be no shenanigans this week, you hear me? Not one single shenanigan. That means no scratching the furniture, no shedding, and absolutely no napping in sunbeams. And I swear to God, if you piss on my rug, I’ll kill you. I will kill you with my bare hands. You hear me?”
The silence in the room was replaced with tension as Oatmeal silently stared at Tom with narrowed eyes. Finally, he let out a soft meow.
“Shut up.” Tom jumped again. “I’ll kill you.”
Oatmeal took another step towards Tom, making Tom take a step back. Oatmeal seemed to like this and sat down again.
“Why are you staring at me?” Tom snapped. “Do you want to fight?”
Oatmeal lifted his paw and put it back down, almost like he was stamping his foot. He let out a whine and took another step towards Tom, meowing towards the bag you had given him.
“Oh. It’s 6.” Tom realized. “You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
Oatmeal meowed again, louder this time.
“Don’t use that tone with me.” Toms voice cracked. “My beloved just left and I’m very sensitive right now.”
Oatmeal tilted his head to stare at him, silently judging Tom as he wiped away a tear. Tom composed himself quickly and went over to the bag you’d left, taking out Oatmeal’s pink bowls and bag of food. Oatmeal jumped up on the counter to watch Tom as he prepared the food, both of them sneaking glances at each other every once in a while. Tom stuck his tongue out at the cat before setting his food on the ground.
“Here you go, fatass.” Tom snapped, taking a step back when Oatmeal walked over to the bowl. Oatmeal sniffed the food skeptically before looking up at Tom as if he was waiting for something.
“I’m not scratching you behind the ears.” Tom scoffed with hands on his hips. “You’re not royalty.”
Oatmeal let out a howl and pawed at the bowl, demanding his ear scratches.
“Starve, then.” Tom shrugged. “See if I care.”
Oatmeal hissed at Tom, who responded with the middle finger. He kept his middle finger up and directed at Oatmeal as he walked out of the room, going into his bed room to calm down. After five minutes of thinking, he went back to the kitchen.
“After care consideration I’ve realized Y/n will break up with me if I kill her cat, which is fair.” Tom announced as he walked to Oatmeal. “That is why I’m doing this. Not because I care about you or your well-being.”
Oatmeal meowed softly and pawed at the bowl again, making Tom roll his eyes as he crouched down.
“Here are your little bitch scratches behind your little bitch ears.” Tom grumbled as he scratched the cat. Oatmeal purred in satisfaction before eating the entirety of his bowl. Tom backed away and watched him, smiling a little at how docile he seemed. He quickly wiped the smile off his face as Oatmeal finished and looked up at him.
“I need to call my brother about a script we’re writing, not that it’s any of your business.” Tom said as he looked at the floor. “Don’t bother me while I’m on the phone.”
Oatmeal didn’t pay any attention to Tom, instead busying himself with cleaning his left paw. Tom narrowed his eyes at the cat and huffed out an angry breath.
“Whatever. I know you care You just won’t admit it because you’re jealous.” Tom laughed bitterly as he stared daggers at Oatmeal. Oatmeal continued to ignore Tom as he began licking his other paw.
“You’re jealous that I have abs and you have a flabby cat tummy that drags on the floor.” Tom continued, determined to get the cats attention. “And we both know which one Y/n prefers.”
Oatmeal flicked his eyes to Tom before lifting a leg and licking his nether regions. Tom gasped and touched a hand to his chest in offense.
“You’re disgusting.” Tom spat. “I’m leaving.”
Tom turned on his heel and heard a meow from behind him as he walked away, resembling a taunting laugh.
“Don’t follow me!” Tom called once he got to his office. He sat down at his desk and rubbed his tired eyes before dialing his brother.
Forty minutes later, Tom and Harry were knee deep in their script. They had gotten to standstill, unable to come to an agreement with where to take the story.
“Right, right.” Tom nodded as he rested his chin in his hands. “I was thinking for - - oh for Gods sake.”
Tom’s attention was claimed by Oatmeal slipping in through the crack in the door, letting out a meow to announce his presence. Harry saw Tom’s jaw clench as he stared at the cat offscreen, leaning closer to the camera to get a better look.
“Was that a cat?” Harry asked as he watched his brother swat at something to his left.
“Hey!” Tom bellowed as Oatmeal jumped up on the desk. “No feet on the table!”
“Mate, who are you yelling at?” Harry tapped the screen repeatedly to get his brothers attention.
“Oatmeal.” Tom grumbled, jerking his neck at the cat as if to challenge him to a fight.
“Y/n’s cat?” Harry chuckled, knowing all about his brothers hatred of cats. “Why is he at your place?”
“Shes at her cousins wedding this week.” Tom pouted. “I told her I’d watch the furry bastard.”
“How’s that going?” Harry smiled teasingly, already having an idea of how it was going. Before Tom could answer, Oatmeal walked in front of his phone and knocked it down with his tail. He let out a proud purr as Tom picked his phone back up.
“Shut up!” He shrieked. “I’m on the phone!”
“Tom! Stop yelling at the cat.” Harry snapped his fingers at Tom. “I asked you how it was going.”
Tom tore his eyes away from Oatmeal, who had made himself comfortable in one of Tom’s desk drawers.
“Not great, man.” Tom shook his head. “Not great.”
Monday
“I’m home.” Tom announced as he walked into his front door. “Did you kill any children and eat their souls while I was gone?”
Oatmeal didn’t come to the door right away like a dog would, making Tom worry briefly. He set his grocery bags down and knelt to the ground, patting his thighs the way he would do to call Tessa. It’s not that Tom was dying to see him, he just didn’t want to be the guy who lost his girlfriends cat. Much to his relief, Oatmeal appeared from around the corner, the bell around his neck jingling.
“There you are.” Tom sighed as he stood up. “You look like shit.”
Oatmeal hissed and pranced over to the couch, stretching out his limbs in a sunbeam before laying down. As his body his the couch, tufts of hair flew into the air. Tom’s eyes widened in surprise before running over to the couch to investigate. Even though it had been less than a day, Oatmeal had managed to get his fur all over the couch.
“Excuse me? What is this?” Tom demanded as he picked up some fur between his fingers. Oatmeal rolled onto his side and stared at Tom with unblinking eyes.
“What did I say about shedding? You think this is some brothel that you can defile with your fur? It’s not.” Tom snapped, stomping over to the hall closet to get the vacuum. He plugged it into the wall, shooting angry glared at Oatmeal every few seconds.
“Unbelievable.” Tom pretended to gag as he vacuumed up the hair. “You disgust me.”
Oatmeal flicked his tail back and forth, causing the fur Tom had missed to float into the air. Tom shook his fist at the cat before getting his food out and putting it in the bowl.
“I’m taking a shower.” He grumbled as he rinsed his hands. “Eat your damn food.”
Tuesday
“Oatmeal? Come in here.”
Tom stood with his hands on his hips, impatiently tapping his foot as he waited for the damned cat to come. When he didn’t show, Tom balled his fists in frustration and let out a silent scream.
“Oh my God. SPSPSPSPS.” Tom yelled, spit flying from his mouth as he called the cat once again. Oatmeal waltzed into the room, taking his sweet time to get to where Tom was.
“Do you want to explain to me what this is?” Tom asked angrily as he pointed to the surprise Oatmeal had left on the floor while he was working out. Oatmeal sat down and tilted his head at Tom, daring him to raise his voice.
“You’ve done it.” Tom nodded as he tightened his lips into a line. “You’ve shit on my floor.”
Oatmeal purred before turning his attention to his paw, loudly cleaning it to show Tom he had no shame.
“The disrespect you’ve shown for my hard wood is astounding.” Tom pointed a finger at him. “You’re a fiend. A sneaky, fatass little fiend.”
Oatmeal looked towards the kitchen table and meowed before looking back at Tom. He shook his body out, fur flying everywhere and settling in the air.
“Why must you insult me in this way? Why wouldn’t you go in your-“ Tom cut himself off when he looked at the litter box, still on the kitchen table where he left it. So that was what Oatmeal had been looking at.
“Oh. I told you not to put your feet on the table.” Tom realized the cat had listened to him after all. Oatmeal had pooped on the floor, but only because Tom failed to put the litter box down. Oatmeal let out a quiet meow and walked over to Tom, hitting his leg with his tail.
“No, I get it.” Tom sighed as he went to get cleaning supplies. “We were both at fault. I mean, I wasn’t the one who shit on the floor, but we both made a mistake.”
Oatmeal circled Tom’s body before taking a seat at his feet, peering up at him with wide eyes. Tom felt guilty as he looked at the animal, knowing he could never understand that he was sorry for yelling at him. He walked to the table and got the litter box, setting it down where Oatmeal could access it.
“Here.” He said softly. “Sorry about that.”
Oatmeal walked over to the box and looked up at Tom, giving Tom the impression that he was forgiven. But of course, Oatmeal still had a cold side. He hissed viciously at Tom before stepping into the littler box.
“Fine.” Tom scoffed. “I’m not sorry.”
Your cat and your boyfriend stared at each other for a long time, neither wanting to be the one to leave. That was a sign of weakness, and they were both determined to dominate the other.
“I’m getting frozen yogurt.” Tom said suddenly, unable to take the tension any longer. He grabbed his keys and left without another word.
Less than an hour later, Tom returned home with a ring of chocolate frozen yogurt around his mouth. He locked the front door and turned his light on, jumping when he saw Oatmeal sitting in the middle of the floor with a vacant stare.
“Jesus. Warn a guy, would you?” Tom rolled his eyes as he held a hand over his heart. “You could’ve given me a heart attack.”
Oatmeal stayed silent as Tom put his keys in the bowl by the door, his eyes following Tom’s every move.
“Yeah, you would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?” Tom narrowed his eyes at Oatmeal before washing his hands in the kitchen sink. Oatmeal let out a loud hiss, making Tom jump out of his skin. He had crossed the room to get to Tom, all without making a sound, and sat himself at his feet. Tom stumbled back, only stopping when his back hit the wall. His heart pounded in his ears from the scare, and if he didn’t know any better, he could’ve sworn Oatmeal was laughing at him. Not wanting to show weakness, Tom quickly collected himself and stood up straight.
“Alright listen here you little bitch.” Tom snapped. “I don’t like you. And if I wasn’t seriously in love with your owner, I would microwave you. I would put you in the microwave and watch you rotate just like them damn rotisserie chickens until you blew up. And then I would set the microwave on fire.”
Oatmeal let out a long meow, sounding insulted by Tom’s words. His eyes softened upon hearing the hurt in the cats voice, fixing his body language to not look as menacing.
“Okay I wouldn’t do all that, but I would drive out to a really far place and leave you there. And that’s basically the same thing.” Tom shouted as he folded his arms. Oatmeal dragged his paw behind his ear and purred, taking no interest in Tom or his threats.
“Shut the fuck up.” Tom hissed. Oatmeal hissed back and swiped a paw at Tom.
“I’ll shave you.” Tom threaten as he backed away. “I will shave you bare.”
Oatmeal continued to advance on him, backing the actor into a corner.
“You don’t think I’d do it?” Tom asked with a shaky voice. “I’ll get the buzzer right now. Do you know how ugly you’ll look?”
Oatmeal stopped in his place and sat down, leaning back on his front paws to stretch.
“That’s right.” Tom laughed sharply. “You’ll look like an uncooked chicken breast. Fuck you.”
Oatmeal watched Tom curiously as he left the room, satisfied with how the conversation went.
Wednesday
Tom sat at his kitchen island, slowing sipping his fourth glass of wine. It had gotten to the point in the week where he missed you too much to do much of anything, which resulted him getting drunk early in the day. He had been locked in a staring contest with Oatmeal for quite some time, never breaking eye contact as he poured his next glass.
“What are you looking at?” Tom slurred as he brought the wine glass to his lips. Oatmeal said nothing, blinking slowly at Tom as he drank.
“So what?” Tom shrugged. “My girlfriend is gone. I can get drunk at 2 pm.”
Oatmeal tilted his head to the side, something Tom was growing to resent.
“How dare you judge me?” He spoke slowly, heavily intoxicated now. “You’re not even wearing clothes.”
Oatmeal let out a soft meow, making a smile tug at Toms lips.
“Heh heh.” He chuckled as he took another sip. “Imagine that? You’d look pretty stupid in clothes.”
Oatmeal took a few steps toward Tom, sweetly purring as he rubbed himself against Toms legs.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to call you stupid.” Tom said softly. “If anyone’s stupid, it’s me. I should’ve gone with Y/n. I miss her so much.”
Oatmeal peered up at Tom with kind eyes, the first docile interaction between them.
“Yeah.” Tom smiled as reached down to scratch his ears. “Me too.”
Oatmeal jumped onto the chair, and then into Toms lap, nuzzling himself against his neck. Tom happily stroked his soft fur, liking this newfound civility between them.
“This is gonna sound crazy, but what can I say? I’m a crazy guy.” Tom laughed heartily. “Do you want to drink with me? Do you just wanna go crazy and drink away the day?”
Oatmeal looked up at Tom and meowed, making Tom smile.
“Hell yeah!” He cheered. He picked Oatmeal up with one hand and grabbed the wine bottle with the other. After setting Oatmeal down on the ground, he poured wine into his water bowl.
“Wine is for cats! Wine is for people! Wine is for people and cats and people.” Tom sang happily. Oatmeal purred as he watched Tom, curious about the unknown liquid in his bowl.
“Thats right.” Tom agreed. “It’s also for church.”
Oatmeal sniffed the wine and pulled away, the sour smell sending a shiver through his body. He waltzed over to a sunbeam that was lighting up the floor and laid down, letting the sun warm his body. Tom stared at him for a moment before shrugging and laying down beside the cat.
“Do you believe in God?” Tom asked as he looked over at him. Oatmeal let out a small meow, to which Tom raised his eyebrows.
“You’re crazy, man.” Tom shook his head and patted his chest. “You’re a crazy dude.”
He laid in the sun with Oatmeal in silence for a moment, taking in the warmth from the floor.
“It’s so warm down here.” Tom sighed in content. “It’s like a hug from the sun.”
Oatmeal swatted his tail towards Tom, making Tom smile. Tom reaching over and rubbed Oatmeal’s tummy, his attention diverting to the bell on his collar. He took it between his fingers and saw your name and address engraved on it, sighing again as he was reminded about how much he missed you.
“I have to tell you man, I love her so much.” Tom pouted wistfully. “Y/n is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Tom smiled as Oatmeal purred in understanding.
“You want another drink you crazy bastard?” He asked the cat as he got off the floor. He poured some wine into his glass, and then some into Oatmeal’s already full bowl.
“Me too, man. Me too.” Tom said as he took another sip and got back on the floor.
“You know, Oatmeal isn’t that bad of a name. I can see why she named you that, though.” Tom thought out loud as he stroked the cats fur. “You’re the exact color of her favorite kind. The maple brown sugar one, you know? She gets so excited in the winter when it’s one sale. I’ve seen her clear a whole shelf into her shopping cart. And then she sits down at the table when her hair is still messy and lets it warm her up. She puts her little spoon in it and blows on it even though it’s never that hot. She’s so cute, man. I love her so much. I could watch her eat oatmeal everyday.”
Oatmeal purred as he rubbed his head against Toms hand.
“I know.” Tom chuckled. “We really are lucky.”
Tom situated himself into a more comfortable position on the floor and held his hand up, letting the sun rays shine through his fingers and illuminate the cat hair in the air.
“I gotta say, you’re really onto something with this whole napping in sunbeams deal.” Tom commented. “I’m quite enjoying this.”
Tom was too busy drinking on the floor to hear his front door open. You set your bags down and went into the living room, smiling in confusion when you saw your boyfriend and your cat on the ground.
“Tom?” You laughed at the sight. “I’m home.”
Toms eyes widened as he sprang off the floor, the wine in his glass sloshing around as he stood up.
“It was his idea!” He exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at your cat.
“Oh really?” You humored him. “What are you guys doing?”
“We…sunbeam.” Tom explained as he weakly pointed at the sunbeam, still too drunk to form a real sentence.
“I see.” You chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his neck. You placed a welcomed kiss to his lips, immediately tasting the bitter wine.
“Are you drunk?” You asked as you finally noticed the wine glass in his hand.
“Maybe.” Tom giggled as he struggled to stand up straight.
“Never mind that.” Your eyes shifted to Oatmeal and the vacant spot next to him that your boyfriend previously inhabited. “Were you just…cuddling my cat?”
“No.” Tom said quickly. “We were both laying there and you happened to walk in during the brief moment we touched. That’s all.”
“Why were you on the floor?” You questioned as you took the wine glass from his hand and took a sip. Tom opened his mouth but found no words coming out, opting to change the subject instead.
“Come here!” He smiled as he pulled you in for a long hug. “I missed you. Tell me all about your trip.”
“I picked up food from your favorite restaurant. Let’s eat and I’ll tell you everything.” You suggested as you pulled away.
“That sounds perfect.” He sighed, suddenly realizing how hungry he was. “I’m starved.”
You pulled him in for another kiss before bending down to greet your cat.
“Hello baby.” You cooed as you scratched behind Oatmeal’s ears. “Were you a good boy for Tom?”
“He was all right.” Tom shrugged, sending a wink to the cat. “Nothing to report.”
“You spend all that time whining about watching him but you have nothing to report?” You asked skeptically as you stood back up.
“It was pretty mellow.” Tom said dismissively, not wanting to get into the multiple fights they had. You squinted at Tom as if you didn’t believe him and folded your arms.
“Hm. Maybe he did put that hex on you after all.” You teased. “I’m gonna change real quick and move my bags.”
“Okay. I missed you.” Tom pulled you by the hand and kissed you again before you could leave the room.
“I missed you more.” You gave him another quick kiss and grimaced. “You taste like alcohol.”
“I’ll set the table, princess.” He called after you as you walked towards his bedroom.
“Thank you!” You called back.
Tom got to work setting the table and putting the bag of food near the place settings. You came back in no time in one of his large T-shirts and a pair of his boxers. Tom smiled softly, always happy to see you in his clothing.
“You look comfy.” He commented as he pulled you towards him by the waist.
“I am.” You hummed. “That was such a long flight. I don’t know why I wore jeans.”
“Well at least you’re home now. I couldn’t handle us being apart for another day.” He pouted while resting his forehead against yours.
“Me either.” You smiled at him until your eyes shifted to the wall behind him, noticing something strange right away.
“Tom?” You asked as you pulled your head back.
“Yes, love?” He answered, obviously to the concerned look on your face.
“Why is there wine in Oatmeal’s food bowl?”
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SU Music Rankings
Bc I can and I wanna start some Disk Horse rip. These are all in order of preference, with explanations, etc. It’s a long bitch. That said, I’m not counting little short jingles or small joke songs like Little Butler. This is the meat and potatoes of SU music- just under 30 songs. I might do the rest if people like my takes lol.
I scored it mostly on three bases- how dear it was to my heart, how much/often I relisten to it, and also what it means to the plot. That said, little fun songs don’t automatically go farther down than big, plot-heavy songs either! It’s a strange little balance.
Special Note: I don’t dislike any of this music! I love SU and that includes its bumps and glitches. I just pick favorite children lol.
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1.) Change
Was there ever a more Steven moment than when he wiped the blood off his face and kissed it into sparkles? I think not. 
If “Be Wherever You Are” is an ode to young Steven, then this is teen Steven’s. Talking about change, and how much and how little it can do. How he holds his arms up for Spinel to hug him, so trusting. How he seems able to just. Break into soft tears at will, and not to be manipulative- it’s just his kind nature. The warmth in his voice. Fuck yesssss.
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2.) Change Your Mind
This song is only fifty five seconds and it’s EVERYTHING to me. It really felt like someone was speaking the words I’d always held deep inside of me, unsure of how to say. It feels like a goodbye to someone who never really loved me. 
As much as I enjoyed Future, if this was the finale of SU, I would’ve been perfectly okay with that.
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3.) Drift Away
This song gave me legitimate shivers the first time I heard it, and it still haunts me to this day. Spinel stayed, and waited, and all she got was a transmission thousands of years later. Fuck.
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4.) Here We Are In The Future
THE MOVIE IS SU AS ITS BEST AND I WON��T BE SWAYED ON IT. Steven being a teen who loves his weird family but is growing just a bit sarcastic to their drama. The adorable love he and Connie share. His slow realization that he will always be working, always have things to do, is both somber and real. The Crystal Gems won’t be safe with one epic battle. They’ll be safe with years of hard work and love. HIS LITTLE HANDSHAKE WITH AMETHYST.
This is a helluva bop and a great way to summarize the main character’s backstories.
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5.) Let’s Only Think About Love
Did ya’ll know that Zach Callison killed his throat with that last note? He gave his all for this performance in a vocal range he no longer comfortably do and by god did it SHINE. The FLAIR. The FORESHADOWING. All of the Gems all being awkward about Rose and Steven trying to bring them to the present. Peridot having a mini-existential crisis in a cute yellow dress. I love Zach Callison’s normal singing voice but man is that a fucking bop. Nothing will ever beat it.
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6.) Here Comes A Thought
This bad boy helped me out a LOT with some mental issues I was dealing with in high school. I was unmedicated, unsupervised, and full of anxiety. I’d have break downs when I tried to speak about certain things. I couldn’t function. This song inspired me. It helped me feel okay with my intrusive thoughts.
And the episode! -chef’s kiss-. Once again bringing up the morally gray area of training child soldiers. Connie expanding her social group. Steven’s trauma hauling ass in that second half. The ANIMATION. Stevonnie’s gorgeous singing voice. GOD yes.
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7.) It’s Over Isn’t It?
Just barely squeaking above Stronger Than You, this ballad is everything gorgeous. The whole episode is. I think Mr. Greg stands in the top five of my episodes for the entire show. It even got nominated!
There’s just so much about this song that I love. The gentle melancholy of Pearl’s voice. How the crew had to redo the shots for this bit bc Deedee went so fucking hard. The hard cuts between Pearl, remembering the love of her life, and Steven, who has begun to feel like he took her away. I’d recommend this song to anyone, regardless of what they do or don’t know about SU, simply bc it tugs so many heartstrings of love, loss, and responsibility.
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8.) Stronger Than You
Did you realize this episode aired SEVEN years ago? This bitch was what got me into SU! Hearing about Ruby and Sapphire made my little gay heart so happy inside, and then getting a whole song confirming that they were a couple, that their love powered the strongest Gem on the team? Aaaaaaaaa
To this DAY I get excited when I hear Estelle start singing. This song is timeless. This song will live in media history. God I fucking love this song.
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9.) Other Friends
I’m not the biggest musical person, so I hadn’t heard of Sarah Stiles before her casting as Spinel, but JESUS CHRIST the lady went hard. She went SO fucking hard. Sarah Stiles started on 100 and somehow just kept CLIMBING. You can just hear the sheer manic energy building in her voice, the anger and resentment. 10/10 Sarah Stiles is a queen.
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10.) Independent Together
This made the list entirely bc the crew was like “you’re gonna get a himbo ass Steven-Greg fusion singing with Opal while Garnet flies across the moon on Lion while floating” and I am forever thankful to them for it
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11.) Who We Are
Bismuth deserved more songs. ‘Nuff said.
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12.) Peace and Love (On the Planet Earth)
It Could’ve been Great is EASILY one of my favorite s2 episodes. I love the entire concept of this song. Of Steven making music to reflect how much Earth means to him and his family. Of him teaching Peridot some self-care. Also Peridot’s singing voice is really cute and squeaky. 
I know it’s silly, but I would’ve really enjoyed a flip around of this in Future! Like Peridot reminding Steven how much he loves music, that he needs to take time to relax for himself, maybe with a new verse or just a remix of the original song!
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13.) Something Entirely New
I watched this episode as it aired, and I legitimately almost cried. I love Charlyne Yi’s voice so much ya’ll- her raspy, not perfect singing voice against Sapphire’s deep soothing lull is great.
And to have Ruby and Sapphire’s meeting be the way it was- for Ruby to bemoan Sapphire losing Homeworld, to being stuck with a single Ruby, while Sapphire is a noble who has always been taught everyone in her “caste” is vitally important (and has, in her own mind, taken that to mean every Gem, as she should) and how they come together and make each other happy. Good shit good shit.
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14.) I’m Just a Comet
The fact that Greg’s music career never really blasted off pisses me off to this day bc Tom Scharpling’s voice is fucking BUTTER. Also the song really feels like a jab at his parents now that we know the kind of dynamic he had growing up. “This life in the stars if all I’ve ever known” is definitely him wiping away their existence after reminding them (and himself) the things they used to say about him.
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15.) Do It For Her
This episode. This fucking episode. This episode got me permanently hooked on SU. I’d just binged season 1 and was kinda meh about it overall after the bop of Stronger Than You. “Oh,” I thought to myself, foolishly, “I’ll probably just casually watch this from time to time.”
Like three days later Sworn to the Sword aired and that was it. I was hooked! Pearl’s gentle training song turning darker and darker, Connie’s accompaniment from nervous to determined to fully into such a toxic mindset. The fact that SU had the BALLS to discuss the repercussions of training child soldiers, now and later. This episode was everything to me, STILL is everything to me.
Six years and well over 100 fanfics written later, I think it’s safe to say this show swallowed me whole and never let go.
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16.) System/Boot.pearl_final(3)
I debated putting this on the list because it’s not anything crazy important, just a way to show things are Wrong, but I had to do it entirely bc Pearl is so damn SALTY.
Like telling us about the Gems makes sense, she felt like she was given a duty, but she went so damn petty. WHY is that Ruby alone. Gross. This Amethyst is a trash dump. Wtf are you people.
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17.) Full Disclosure
This episode really feels like a turning point for SU. Before, the show had its dark moments- but now we’re in the thick of it, and it’s not going away. Full Disclosure felt like an rebuff to the idea of returning to any normal we’d established in season 1. Gems are actually a giant species now. Gems tried to kill us now. There’s this Yellow Diamond bitch who got namedropped. Something about a Cluster. 
The song itself is BALLER, with its ingenious use of Steven’s ringtone and photos as he tries to decide whether to clue in Connie on all this nonsense. Meanwhile we, the audience, already know damn well Connie about to yeet some common sense into him.
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18.) What’s the Use of Feeling Blue?
I’mma admit it- I’m a Yellow Diamond stan. I’ve always loved her- her anger, her poise, her hardworking nature. I actively argued against the “Yellow Shattered Pink” theories back in the day. But, man, when this arc leaked? I got so overexcited I was too jittery to watch it for like two days. It’s easily my favorite arc of the series. The sheer alien nature of the zoo, the Famethyst, and absolutely Patti Lupone’s beautiful ballad. Goddamn. Yellow singing to Blue to try and help her regain her old status, the warble in her voice as she reminds Blue she misses Pink too, the movement of the bubbles as she talks about attack. It gives me shivers to this day. FUCK.
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19.) Tower of Mistakes
This is, fun fact, that only SU song I have completely memorized. The story itself is kinda funny! See, we lost internet at my house for a solid 5 to 6 months when these episodes aired, so I only got a very brief window to view them all. But this was the first Amethyst song in a long while, and I didn’t want to forget it! So I keep replaying it in my head for ages. And that’s still definitely a thing.
Anyway will never not be sad that this entire song was about making it up to Garnet for Amethyst’s perceived slights with Sugilite (which was a two-way road), only for Garnet to pressure her into fusion later when pissed and never discuss it again bc Garnet probably never thought twice about it and Amethyst has the emotional openness of a clam that’s just been told its ugly. Helluva way to make someone feel like shit, G. Helluva way to bottle that shit, Ames.
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20.) On the Run
I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a million times: Amethyst! Needed! More! Songs! 
The dichotomy between Steven’s play and Amethyst’s honest desire to run away from home is so well-done, especially when you consider a lot of Steven and Amethyst’s actions are playing together. The song is also near and dear to me simply bc it’s my favorite Amethyst episode to exist (well, maybe second to What’s Your Problem, but not by much). Moments like these are all the proof I need that they were right to fuse first.
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21.) Be Wherever You Are
This tune really just feels like an ode to who Steven was as a kid. Trapped on an island with no way home, and he’s just happy to be with his friends. The stars are beautiful and not oppressive. Also that one animatic with Lars and the Off Colors playing in the Homeworld Kindergarten to this music was iconic and made this song get stuck in my head for a solid month.
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22.) Familiar
I ADORE how the crew use bright neon colors to show how alien Homeworld can be. And Steven recognizing that the Diamonds treat him how the CGs used to, and how prepared he is to “fix” a broken family. It’s a soft, gentle tune about melancholy. Also the Pebbles are beautiful.
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23.) Let Me Drive My Van Into Your Heart
Such a cute little love ballad, but every time I listen to it now I just imagine the heart attack Rose must’ve had at the line “And if we look out of place/Well, baby, that's okay/I'll drive us into outer space.” like there’s a Vietnam war flashback if I ever heard one
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24.) What Can I Do?
I’m kind of neutral on this one? Rose and Greg both have great voices, but the song itself lacks many lyrics. I think it was definitely a good way to show Rose’s flaws in thinking.
Also, I’m shocked they managed cram that much vaguely sexual innuendo into two minutes, followed by how Not Hetereo that dance between Rose and Pearl was, and not get their asses chewed by it. You go guys.
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25.) Cookie Cat
I love a lot of the vibes this song has. The lyrics are so damn prophetic, but they also sound like the kind of weird 90s commercials I grew up on. It’s been like two decades since I saw the Shirley Temple commercial but I’ll be damned if I don’t remember “Animals crackers in my soup! Monkey and rabbits loop-de-loop.”
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26.) Giant Woman
I am. NOT the biggest fan of Steven’s original singing voice. I feel bad saying that, since it was just Zach Callison as a kid, but he never jived well with me for some reason. So I wouldn’t listen to this on the fly. 
The song itself is still really good though, with all sorts of fun animation of Amethyst and Pearl being bitchy to each other. It’s a bit sad in hindsight to see tiny Steven trying to get his moms to get along. Ahh, season 1.
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27.) Strong in the Real Way
This song has SUCH a strong start. Pearl reflecting on Sugilite’s problems, but the show making sure to show us that Pearl’s lack of enthusiasm towards her also lends itself to jealousy as well as just general malaise. How much she cares about Steven, and wants him to grow up strong. 
And then Steven just kinda. Ruins it? I appreciate his enthusiasm for tryna bulk up but to take what was starting as such a rich, personal song and broadcasting it to random strangers just makes me a bit sad. Almost a bit angry on her behalf?
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28.) That Distant Shore
I KNOW this is gonna create some discourse, but I’m just not the biggest Lapis stan. I love her voice. I love the visuals of the song. And I get why she felt afraid and needed to flee.
But Lapis never got to take responsibility for her own actions. And, in the end, the song feels hollow to me- because we all know she’ll never talk to anyone about it, know she’ll burst back in and destroy the barn, and no one will ever question it. I like Lapis a lot, but I feel like her arc never was fully finished. She never got help. She never learned to feel safe.
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29.) Dear Old Dad
I’ve yet to meet a single human being who likes this episode tbh. There’s some great discussion about what kind of parent Greg is from it, and what kind of dynamic he has with the Gems that he felt he had to fake an injury to hang out with his son. Honestly the first half was fine and dandy. It’s just that then they Greg just went out of his way to drag Steven away from missions and such. It never jived well with his character before or after.
Also, is it just me, or does Zach himself sound like he hates the song as he sings it? There’s no passion or heart in his voice. It sounds like they told him to read off cue cards and he did. Tom Scharpling’s best attempts didn’t save this one for being a skipper. But the episode, unfortunately, isn’t, so it gets a spot on here.
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arvinsescape · 3 years ago
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I love your fics, where Tom likes the reader, but they aren't together yet.
So I have a Tom request.
So it's the first time they see each other. (You choose how they meet.)
But then the whole fic is just Tom's thought, how she looks, like everything he is thinking when he sees her for the first time.
And then you switch to y/n pov, and exactly the same, how she sees Tom for the first time and all her thoughts.
And it's just love at first sight.
Hope this is ok.
A/N: Thank you so much, and thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy 💕
Tom first met you at a house warming party, you both had mutual friends and it was the first time you'd crossed paths. He was almost in awe of you when hr first walked into the house and saw you.
You were perched on the kitchen counter talking to one of your friends, he assumed. Laughing at something they'd said and he found his eyes drawn to you from the start of the evening. Your flip flop clad feet swinging with your legs as you continued your conversation, Tom hoped he wasn't your boyfriend.
You had a simple white tank top on but it seemed to hug your figure perfectly, almost like the top would fit you and no one else. Black shorts finished off your look, it was so simple but so effective in Tom's opinion.
"Tom! Mate!" Harrison said as he approached, placing a beer into his hands. Tom's gaze snapped to the man in front of him, eyes leaving your figure.
It wasn't until an hour later that he found himself in the same room as you, you looked even more beautiful up close. You looked almost angel like, you'd still not moved from the kitchen counter, the glow of one of the outside lights just behind you and it only served to make you look like that much more of a goddess to him.
You were now talking to someone else, the guy you'd previously been talking to was back with who Tom assumed to be his girlfriend. All the kisses shared made Tom relax slightly, he wasn't here with you. He heard your beautiful laugh up close, one of those contagious ones that had everyone in the vicinity smiling.
"Y/N, I honestly don't know why you stayed with him for so long, he was such a fucking dick." The girl joined your laughter. Y/N, so that was your name, it sounded beautiful, almost everything about you screamed beauty to him.
He'd studied you a lot of the night, you seemingly had an easy going and free attitude to life. You radiated happiness, everyone around you perking up the more they spoke to you. He wondered if you could do that with anyone, it almost seemed like a superpower the way you lit up a room. He didn't even know you yet, but he wanted to.
You'd noticed him the second he walked through the door, brown hair almost an unkempt mess on his head, yet it somehow seemed to be styled perfectly. He wasn't much taller than you, from where you sat on the counter, you could tell he wasn't the tallest guy in the room.
You felt as he looked at you and had to fight the urge to look back, you could feel his stare on you for a while before it lifted. You'd caught glances of him for the next hour, he had a pair of black jeans on, paired with a pair of white trainers. He looked good, his white shirt only serving to make his muscles that much more prominent.
You bit your lip staring at him, it wasn't in a sexual way, more of an endearing way, he was attractive, you could see that much. Hell, he'd attracted the attention of most women when he walked through the door.
He seemed to be popular, most people at the party knowing him and you wondered how you'd never crossed paths before. You were almost disappointed you'd never met him before tonight and even then you still hadn't met him. He radiated a sort of confidence that you loved, he wasn't arrogant about it.
He'd wandered into the kitchen almost five minutes ago and you found yourself wishing someone would introduce the two of you. It almost became a game, you would steal glances when he wasn't looking and he'd steal glances when you weren't looking.
It wasn't until twenty minutes later that you were finally introduced as Harrison snapped you from your conversation.
"Y/N! Wanna play? Tom needs a partner!" He shouted across the room.
Tom was praying you'd say yes, this would be an opportunity to speak to you. He almost fist pumped when you agreed, sliding from your perch gracefully. You made your way towards the beer pong table, a happy smile gracing your lips.
"Y/N." You said as you held your hand out for him.
"Tom." He replied taking your hand in his own and wow it was soft. You had a firm grip but not too firm, it was nice, he wondered what it would be like to hold your hand. They were soft and warm and almost comforting.
"You any good?" You asked and he shrugged casually.
"I'm not horrendous. You?" He like the sound of your voice, so angelic to his ears.
"Well last time I played I won." You winked at him and his heart skipped a beat at the action.
You played beer pong, Tom impressing himself with how well he was doing but you were pulling them, it was like you couldn't miss a shot. Your carefree attitude coming out in the game as you found the fun in it all. He loved it, it matched his competitive nature almost perfectly.
You both watched as your final shot went in, declaring you both the winners as Harrison downed his third beer in a row, his partner not being able to hack the amount of alcohol he'd had to consume so quickly and consistently.
"Suck it Haz." Tom smirked as he playfully flipped his friend off.
"If I'd have known she was so good, I'd have kept her for myself." Haz laughed.
"Tough luck." Tom almost stuck his tongue out at his best friend.
"Well done, partner." You turned to him, giving him a high five. You were playful, it seemed you were someone you could have a serious conversation with but you knew when to have fun and let lose.
You ended up chatting for hours that night, you were still sat in the garden by the pool as everyone drifted off or back indoors but not you two. You'd entered your own little world that consisted of the two of you.
He felt a connection with you like he'd never felt with anyone else. You were easy going, easy to get along with, beautiful, smart, god at this point he didn't think you had a flaw. You were perfect to him.
You wished the night would never come to an end as you spoke to Tom. He was funny, sweet, charismatic, attractive. You loved everything about him, you wanted to spend more time with him but unfortunately it as reached 2am and you were trying to stifle yawns.
"Well, I should get going." You said as you yawned and Tom thought you looked so cute, sleepy tears finding your eyes and Tom found himself smiling, you were adorable when you were tired.
"I can walk you?" Tom suggested as you smiled sleepily at him.
"I literally live across the road." You said and Tom almost pouted.
"Well you never know what could happen, I'll walk you." He said, it was an excuse to spend more time with you but he also wanted to make sure you got home safe.
He walked you across the road and you both said your goodbyes, Tom walking back down the driveway and before he could stop himself he called out to you.
"If I were to pick you up at 8 tomorrow evening, would you be free for a date?" He asked and he watched as you bot your lip with a smile, turning back to face him before you closed your door.
"Yeah, I'd really like that." You answered as you shut the door. Both of you returning to bed with thoughts of each other and how excited you were to see each other again. You both swear you made an unbreakable connection that night and neither of you were wrong.
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bi-bi-buckleydiaz · 5 years ago
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soulmate!tom holland au
a/n; ugh hi. i’m so sorry this took so long to get up. there’s been a lot shit going on with my college moving online and my anxiety going berserk and yeah. also once i wrote this it didn’t turn out as well as i wanted it too so i didn’t really want to post it but i hyped it up so...i’m just going to post it. it’s not the best but...enjoy !
warnings; mentions of abuse in one scene, mistakes here and there
word count; 2.3k
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No one knows how it started. 
Some believe the original Greek myth; that Zeus was terrified of the power the original human form had and split them in two, forced to live the rest of their lives searching the world for their other half. 
Others believe whatever their chosen religion preaches; that God wants them to stay monogamous with one person and never stray to the Devil. That the Hindu Gods say that good dharma follows meeting your chosen one. 
Few don’t believe anything at all. They say soulmates are a load of crap. That the words etched on our skin from the moment we’re born means nothing. That the Universe can’t decide who we love, we choose. 
You were one of these people. 
At first you loved the thought of soulmates. That someone out there was destined for you, would always love you no matter how many times you trip over your own feet or spill a drink down the front of you. Someone out there was ready to cuddle you after a depressive episode or help you breathe through the anxiety attacks. It was magical to think about. 
But years passed, first meetings with numerous people came and went. And as your friends found their loves, as you watched your parents grow old and happy together, as you gave your sister the ring to go on her wife’s finger, as everyone found someone while your words remained black, you began to lose hope. 
Until you met him. Him with the stormy blue eyes and caramel hair. Him with the charming smile and tan skin. Him with the nice lips and funny personality. You fell almost as soon as you met. Your words didn’t turn gold, they did burn and send a shock through your system. But your heart skipped a beat. Your hands shook and your stomach flipped, and that’s all you needed to say yes to a date. And then another, and another, and another until you were moved in with him and smiling every day from his texts. 
It was great. It was nice. It was as magical as you thought being with your actual soulmate would be. You forgot about the words on your arm, about the stories of what being with your soulmate feels like and what being with someone not can do to your body. You were in love. 
It was perfect. 
Until it wasn’t. 
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His words were in place that someone had to really look in order to see them. 
And he’d never let anyone look. 
As a child it was fine, no one cared about his words other than his family. 
As a teen, after The Impossible after In the Heart of the Sea, it changed. He had to actively make sure no one saw. It wasn’t that hard. Pants all the time, long swim trunks, no nudity scenes, which, was a given since he was a kid. 
For years Tom did good at hiding the silly words. Silly because who says “I think i’m going to pass out” when they first meet someone? He did good. 
Until he didn’t. 
Until Harrison scared him when he was leaving the bathroom in the middle of the night in just his boxers. Until Harrison decided to post the video and Tom let him, not thinking. Until the video went viral and it all went to shit. 
The only good thing was that not the whole sentence went public. Just the first three words. “I think i’m -” and that's it. 
But it was enough. 
After that Tom had random people coming up to him daily to yell at him sentences starting with “I think i’m -”. Signings and red carpet events were never the same. Casual golfing outings with his dad and brothers became crowded and unfun. One time someone did get it right. They locked eyes with him at a red carpet event, screamed it in his face, and smiled. But he felt nothing. There was panic at first. An ‘oh shit is this it?’ But his arm felt fine. His body felt fine...as fine as it could when faced with a bunch of screaming fans and cameras in his face...but fine nonetheless. 
Tom always loved the idea of a soulmate. Of someone being there for him to help run lines, to walk down carpets with him and support him through all his endeavors. 
But now he’s convinced his one and only soulmate is his dog. 
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“I’m going to be late for work David. You have to let me go.” You try not to let your voice shake as the grip on your arm tightens. The bruise there from the last time he prevented you from leaving is still fresh and you know by the time you get to work it’ll be a vibrant purple. 
“Why do you even stay at that place anyway? How many times have I told you that I can provide for you! You don’t need to go an whore yourself out every night.” He says it with such (fake) compassion you’d think he really meant it. But then he goes ahead and says that word and you’re reminded of the type of person he truly is.
“I’m a waitress not a stripper. I just take orders and try not to drop trays. David, seriously, I have to go.” You yank your hand away as hard as you can and hold it to your chest. He scoffs out a demeaning laugh, one that shakes you to your core and let’s you know you fucked up. You don’t even see, more feel it, as his hand makes a sharp contact with the side of your head. 
“Don’t. Talk to me like I’m some dimwit. I know what you do at that place. You flash a little breast, bend over just a little too far, you’d do anything to get a tip. I wouldn’t be surprised if you went out to the alley on your breaks.” He sneers and laughs and pushes your head down when you try to stand up. “Look at this. You’re in your element aren’t you? On your knees begging for more.” 
Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry.
“I - I don’t - I don’t do -” Your head is starting to pound. His laughing became distorted. Where did he hit you? You’re on your ass in the next second, his smug face getting ready to spit at you.
“Get out of my house bitch.” And you do as fast as you can. 
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“Haz, mate, can’t we just get takeaway again? I really don’t feel like going out.” Tom huffs as Harrison throws him his jean jacket. 
“You never feel like going out anymore. So that’s why we’re doing this. It’s three blocks down the road mate so get up off your arse and let’s go.” It’s true. Since returning from his most recent press tour Tom decided to take a break from everything, acting, press, social media, going out into the public eye; anything to avoid getting asked about his soulmark or getting another fake soulmark declaration. It’s easier to be a hermit than to fake a smile and change the subject. 
“Tom. Please. I’ll pay okay. I’ll even let you get dessert just, anything to get you outside.” The pain is obvious in Harrison's voice and it hits Tom to his core. 
“Haz, you know i’m not mad at you. I never was. I'm just...fine. Let’s go.” Harrison smiles at his best friend and they leave his apartment in search for food. 
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“Y/N darling, are you okay? You don’t look too well.” God bless your boss for being one of the rarer ones who have a heart. 
“Yeah Michelle I’m fine. I just hit my head getting out of the car.” The lies come so easy now you almost believe them yourself. 
“Are you sure, love? I can call in someone to cover.” You shake your head no, but that was a mistake, it makes the room spin too much and the music playing overhead go weird. 
“I’m fine. I gotta clock in.” You leave Michelle standing in her office and hope she knows to leave well enough alone. You got this. You’ve worked through a concussion before. You got this. 
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You don’t have this. 
An hour into your shift the room is constantly shifting and your head is pounding and when did Michelle turn up the music the max? Water. Some water will help, yeah. 
“Y/N! Table four!” God why does everyone have to be so damn loud. 
“Yep.” You think you say. You aren’t entirely sure. You take a few deep breaths before grabbing your notepad and heading to table four. It’s two boys around your age and the one looks like he’d love to be anywhere but here. One more deep breath and - oh - oh no.
“I think I’m going to pass out.” You're too busy falling to the ground to feel the burning on your arm. 
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“This place is a bit fancy Harrison, aren’t we underdressed? Maybe we should go back home.” Tom goes to turn but hands on his shoulders stop him and guide him inside. Eh, worth a shot.
“C’mon man, the food is great. Better than the cheap chinese and pizza you’ve been eating the past two weeks.” 
“Hey, you promised you wouldn’t judge my eating habits.” They laugh a bit as a hostess leads them to their table. They thank her and begin to look at the menus in a companionable silence. It’s a few minutes before Tom sees someone approaching from the corner of his eye. He looks up, and his heart skips a beat.. 
You’re beautiful. From your eyes to your lips to the way your hands wrap around the notepad. You’re beautiful. But...you’re sick. Yeah, that’s definitely sweat on your brow and deep breathing you’re doing. 
The words are out before he can stop them. 
“Are you okay love?” And then his heart really does stop. 
“I think I’m going to pass out.” You fall to the ground in a lump and people around you jump into action. Tom is one of them. His burning thigh telling him he has to stay by you no matter what. He slaps Harrisons’ hand away as he tells him to back up. He yells for someone to call for help. He keeps his fingers on your pulse point just to make sure. Just to make sure he doesn’t lose his soulmate before he gets a chance to know them. He didn’t go through all those fake declarations and over-interested reporters and consoling family members to lose you now, the moment you meet. 
“Sir, you need to back up. Sir, sir. Back. Up. You can ride with us but you need to let us get to them. Please.” It physically pains Tom to back away. To see you be loaded on a gurney like a sack of potatoes. But he’s allowed in the ambulance. He’s allowed to hold your hand and whisper in your ear and pray to any God in head that you’re fine. Because you are. 
You have to be. 
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It’s too bright when you wake up. Too bright and too cold, so you know you’re not home. The beeping next to you is also a definite giveaway. You open your eyes slowly, blinking away the slight pain in your head and letting your eyes adjust. It’s a hospital room. You’re in a hospital room with an IV in your arm and thin blankets covering your body and a pulse oximeter on your right hand. And on your other hand is...another hand? That’s not Davids? 
“You’re up. Oh God you’re up. We gotta - we gotta page a nurse. Nurse!” Who the hell is this dude and why is he yelling so goddamn loud? 
“Oh shit love i’m sorry. I - you’re right this is - okay, introductions - um, I’m -” The door opening cuts him off and your eyes divert from his, admentaly attractive face to a doctor and a nurse carrying a new IV bag. 
“Hello Ms. Y/L/N. Good to see you’re awake. Do you know what happened?” the doctor asks. She comes over to your right side and begins to shine a pen light in your eyes. . 
“Um. I passed out.” 
“Yeah. You had a mild concussion which usually doesn’t cause such a drastic reaction but combined with it’s starting location and your dehydration, the passing out occurred. Luckily though, I predict a speedy recovery with the IV fluids and rest.”  She’s smiling softly while she goes along and writes on your chart. 
“Um. I just - I just hit my head getting out of the car. It was a little bump, I swear. How could it cause a mild concussion?” This is not good. Not good at all. David is going to walk in any moment and you’ve had this doctor before. You know she’s going to push for more conversations, again. A tightness forms in your chest and you’re ready for the panic attack, but then it...stops? Suddenly a feeling of calm and warmth spreads over you. That never happens. It spreads from your chest down to your fingertips and all the way to the tips of your toes. Your arm is burning, a soft sort of fire that makes you glance at it and gasp. There, the words that you thought would permanently be black are a glittery gold. 
“Y/N, are you okay?” the doctor asks, but all you can do is nod silently. “Okay, well, we’ve changed your IV and put some painkillers next to your water pitcher. We’ll be back to check on you in a bit, okay darling?” You nod again, your eyes not leaving the soulmark. 
“Um. So yeah. I see, you see it.” The guy next to you says. You look over at him, at his honey brown eyes and soft smile that forms a little dimple on the one side. It’s cute. 
“Soulmate. You - you’re my -” A smile involuntarily comes over your face, a real smile that feels like it won’t leave anytime soon.
“Um, heh, yeah. I’m Tom.” That’s a nice name. 
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You’re smiling. You’re smiling and it’s beautiful and Tom can’t look away. 
“Y/N,” you say. And yeah, yeah you’re definitely his soulmate.
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marvelouspeterparker · 5 years ago
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the first taste
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pairing: tom holland x reader
request number twenty five: can you please do something where the reader goes down on tom for the first time and he feels so good that he feel the need to pay her eating her out?
warnings: smut
notes: let’s go-–
so you and tom had been dating for a little while now
and you hadn’t really done anything too intimate
the most you had done was over the clothes stuff
a little thigh riding and dry humping here and there
and not that that wasn’t great––you guys were planning on doing that stuff for a long time
 but, you were ready to go a little further
and you knew that tom was too
but being the gentleman that he is, he didn’t want it to seem like he was rushing you
so you took matters into your own hands––literally
things had gotten heated quickly during your little movie session
he had expected you to take your usual seat on his lap and was surprised when you slid off the couch and got on your knees in front of him
his eyes widened, his mouth open but unsure what to say
you put your hands on his thighs, anxiously but excitedly looking up at him
“is this okay?”
his hand came up to your cheek, rubbing softly, “yeah, of course it is” he laughs nervously, “are you sure you want to?”
you nod eagerly and he swears he almost combusts right there
he quickly raises his hips off the couch when you unzip his pants and you smile at how excited he is
when he takes his pants and boxers off you sit back and just stare for a few seconds––you can’t help it
you lick your lips and grab his base, pumping him slowly, swiping the precum from his tip to use it as lube
even though you’re touching him, he can’t help but stare at your face, how focused you are––how hot you look
and when your eyes look up and meet his, he shivers a bit
“are you always this hard when we do stuff tommy?”
the way you say it so casually has him melting, and the nickname 
he knows he won’t last long 
“y––yeah darling” his back arches a bit because your hand feels really really good, better than his
“looks painful..” you trail off, feeling a little bad for him, eyes glued to his throbbing member
“ah––s’not that ba––bad––shit”
he stutters when you put your mouth on him without warning
your tongue swirls around his tip, sucking lightly before you make your way further down his length
his hands come up to grip your hair softly as you go down as far as you can, your hand covering the rest
“christ, love––you feel so good”
you hum around him in response and his eyes flutter shut
you start to bob your head faster as his moans become louder and louder
“i’m close, darling” he warns you
yet you don’t pull off of him, in fact, you start sucking harder
and his eyes roll to the back of his head, he thrusts his cock into your mouth and you do your best to take all of him
when he’s done, you pull off of him and admire how he looks, completely fucked out
his eyes are glazed over, his cheeks are pink and there’s a lazy smile on his face
he moves to get up after a second though, “let me get you a napkin or something”
and put a hand on his thigh to stop him, tilting your head, “for what?”
he looks back at you, “for––” 
his eyes widen and his dick twitches when you look up at him, a teasing smile on your face as you show him that you swallowed
he immediately grabs your face with both hands, kissing you as he brings you up onto his lap
“you’re gonna kill me, love, you know that?”
you giggle as he kisses all over your face until you’re begging him to stop
then he flips you onto your back and hovers over you, looking straight into your eyes
“now i can’t just let you go to bed without returning the favor, now can i?”
you bite your lip, shaking your head “no”
and he smirks as he makes his way down, taking off your bottoms 
then he kisses his way up your thighs, alternating between the two 
and he takes his sweet time taking off your underwear and every little touch has you shivering
and when you’re completely bare he can’t help but marvel
“look at that sweet little pussy..” he whispers
and you clench around nothing and that doesn’t go unnoticed by tom
he leans in close, running a finger through your wet folds, “this all for me?” he looks up at you with a smile
and you nod, whimpering in response
he slips a finger inside and starts rubbing your clit with his thumb
and your eyes flutter shut “oh my god––”
“nope, just me, babe” you can hear the grin in his voice 
and you can’t even find it in you to reply with a snarky comeback because it just feels so good
your back is arching off the couch already 
cause sucking tom off made you really wet
and of course tom has to point it out
“you know what’s funny, love?”
and you moan in response as he presses even harder on your clit
“i hadn’t even touched you yet, and you were so wet––”
you bite your lip, feeling your cheeks heat up
“so tell me, did sucking me off get you that hot and bothered? did making me cum down your throat make you this soaking wet?” 
when you don’t say anything he pulls his hand away from you
and you whine so pathetically, your hips bucking wildly, chasing his hand so desperately
he’s quick to pin you down
“eyes open, c’mon” his hand rubs your thigh gently, coaxing you back to him “answer me, love”
your eyes open slowly and you look down at him between your legs and the sight has you clenching around nothing again
“what got you this wet, huh?”
your brows furrow, your expression almost pained as you try to get out of saying it
but his hand slips down so close to your opening and you need it so bad––he knows too so he teases you
slipping his finger in and out of you quickly, you almost don’t feel it
but you feel like you’re going to burst and you’re so close to breaking and tom can see that
so he leans down and sucks on your clit and you lurch forward, your back arching in surprise “oh my god––”
and he pulls away yet again
you’re close to tears and he rubs his cheek on the smooth skin of your thigh, almost like a little kitten 
“you know what you need to say baby, go on”
you rest your head back, your eyes closing but a small bite on your thigh reminds you to look at him
“sucking you off made me dripping wet,” you whispered as you looked down at him, “all for you”
and he grinned so wide “now that wasn’t so hard was it?” 
his lips find your clit immediately, knocking the wind out of you
and once he puts not one but two fingers inside you and starts pumping them quickly your back is arching again
his name being the only thing coming from your lips along with moans and whimpers and the occasional “oh god”
your fingers tangle themselves in his curls and he groans into your heat,
“that’s it––good girl, c’mon cum for me, give it all to me, i can take it, that’s it” 
he moves his hands to your waist to let you squeeze your thighs around his head and he swears that’s the only place he wants to be for the rest of his days
when you finally loosen your hold on him, he kisses his way back up to your lips, both of your tastes mixing in your mouths
he pulls back to look at you, brushing your hair out of your face,
“mind if i get another taste?”
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rosesvioletshardy · 4 years ago
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life as we know it - b.h. chapter 10
we’re finally onto double digits! i thought this story would be done by this chapter but i was wrong with how i’m making i guess slow burn go. just to warn you i do have summer classes at the moment until the 19th of july so if any chapters get delayed it’s because of that or personal reasons.
i think y’all are going to enjoy this chapter because i liked writing it a lot even though at one point i did have writer’s block
i also had to take some things out which annoyed me but i think it’ll fit better in other chapters
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summary: when their two best friends die, it’s up to ben and y/n to take care of their goddaughter and face the challenges with it.
# of words: 3,836
warnings: none?, some language
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when y/n woke up, she realized what day it was and immediately felt sick to her stomach. it was the day she had to break up with sean. the only problem she had was that she didn’t know where her feelings stood with ben and if he had felt the same towards her. needing to distract herself for the day before the evening, she decided to spend the morning with charlie and ben and only focus on them without anything else on her mind. she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom and fixed up her appearance a bit because hair sticking up everywhere was not the look she was going for. 
while getting ready she got a ding from her phone signaling she got a text. standing in front of the mirror for a couple of minutes before plucking up the courage to go check her phone. taking the phone off the charger, she flipped it over and opened her phone. Pressing on his contact name, she read the message
i can’t wait for tonight, i think we’re both going to be surprised tonight ;)
she knew what he was talking about. he was going to propose. the only thing she couldn’t figure out was whether she should do it before to get it over with, or after. if she did it after, she would have all eyes on her from the people around them and she thought that she would be selfish about what she’s giving up. a man with a stable job, good money, nice family (even if she hasn’t met them), to someone who is going to be away almost all the time. she took a deep breath and let it go before sending him a message back.
i can’t wait for tonight either, happy birthday my love <3
the thought of calling him “her love” made her sick to her stomach knowing that it wasn’t true anymore and hasn’t been true for a long time anymore. throwing her phone on the bed, she left the room to go wake charlie up. when she entered her room, y/n saw her already awake and standing ready for the day.
“good morning baby, how are you? let’s go wake up uncle ben. it’ll be good this time and funny because he came home a little drunk last night and i thought we could mess with him with frankie.” she told her getting her ready.
as they went carefully down the stairs, y/n grabbed the peanut butter and a spoon before walking over to the couch where ben was passed out. setting charlie on the ground, she opened the peanut butter and grabbed a little with the spoon and carefully put it on just the tip of his nose. quickly flinching away as soon as he started to sniffle, y/n put a little bit more before closing the jar and putting it away on the table. taking his phone, she started to record and called frankie over to where she was
“Come here frank, come her girl” she whispered while waving her hand over
“c’mon, what is this?” she finished while pointing to the peanut butter
frankie took a moment to sniff out what she was talking about before she started to lick ben’s face. ben began to wiggle his nose after feeling something and then started to moan. she tried her best to not to burst out laughing 
“y/n? haven’t seen you be this wild since new years.” ben said as his eyes fluttered open only to see his dog licking all over his face causing him to yell
“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!” he yelled trying to wipe off his face as she fell over laughing her ass off as well as charlie
“i’m-i’m sorry. i had too” she laughed out
ben groaned as he tried to wipe away any excess peanut butter and slobber. y/n and charlie continued to laugh while he tried to wake up and ignore his hangover. he fell back onto the couch holding his head regretting his choices of getting drunk with joe, gwilym, and rami but he had fun hanging out with them. she got up after pulling herself together and smoothed down her outfit before talking
“okay, okay. i’m sorry. i really am, i’ll go get you some ibuprofen and make some breakfast as a sorry.” she told him crouching down and pushing some of his hair out of his face
“can you make some coffee and those cinnamon rolls from your bakery?” he asked muffled
“yeah i will, did you have too much last night?” 
“yeah. i am never going to drink again.” 
“we all say that but it never happens”
“shhh. let me dream. when are they going to make something that’ll get you drunk but you just don’t wake up with a hangover the next day. charlie, learn from us. do not drink no matter how good it is sometimes.” ben said as y/n left to go to the kitchen to get ben his medication
“don’t corrupt her just yet. she probably won’t even listen. i mean, didn't you party as a teenager? did things your parents didn’t want you ever doing?” she asked him
“maybe who knows?” he shrugged swallowing the pills and picking up charlie to sit her down in her high chair
“what about you? i know you’re not innocent, i mean new years proved it and the couple days before too.” he smirked and winked at her
y/n’s face flushed pink as she got out the ingredients for the cinnamon rolls. she knew exactly what he was talking about and he wasn’t lying. she may seem like she’s all bubbly and innocent but she wasn’t exactly as innocent as everyone thought.
“i may have done a few things in college. you don’t need to know the details.” 
“hmm right. i’m going to go for a run. what time are you going to be leaving tonight?” he asked her drinking the rest of his water before going to change
“he’s coming around 5:30-”
when ben heard her say that sean was going to pick her up he started to choke on his water as she stopped kneading the dough
“oh my god! are you okay?” she said as she began to pat his back
“yeah, ‘m fine. ‘m fine. just shocked. did you say he was coming here? like here here?” 
“yes i tried to tell him we’ll just meet each other but i couldn’t. sorry.” 
“‘t’s fine, we’ll just have to hide charlie and teach frankie some tactics to scare him and maybe attack him who knows?” ben said shrugging looking away
y/n gave him a look a disappointment and an exasperated sigh
“alright ‘m sorry. i’ll just leave then. be all by myself on my run” he sighed out
“you’re being dramatic”
“‘m an actor darling, ‘m supposed to be dramatic” he flipping the non existent long hair
“damn i wish i had my roger wig. at least i can flip my hair with it.” he finished
“uh huh. go on your run rock star.”
“c’mon frank, let’s go. y/n is being rude to the both of us.” he told her crouching down and scratching her ears
“bye baby girl. we’re going to have a fun night tonight. you’re auntie y/n is being rude and we get to do whatever we want tonight” he whispered to charlie while giving a kiss on her head
“ben”
“fine. geez. who pissed in your coffee this morning. i’m kidding, don’t kill me” he said running while laughing
as ben left the house, he started to stretch for his run to avoid any muscle strains. while he was stretching, rachel went to go her mail, she saw ben as he started to do some side lunges
“oh limbering up, there it is. oh like a rubber band” she whispered to herself
ben thought he felt someone staring at him so he turned around causing rachel to sort through her mail and pretend nothing was happening until she looked up
“oh good morning ben. how are you today?”
“good, you?” 
this caused rachel to giggle and start waving her hand dramatically as she nervously continued to laugh
“oh i’m good”
ben laughed to himself as he and frankie began their run for the morning, greeting their neighbors as they saw tom watering the plants out in the front
“hey big man” “hey tom”
“you catch the game last night?” “what game?” ben asked in confusion as the only thing he remembers from the night before was him and joe dancing while drunk. tom casually laughed it off as he continued on the run
everything was going nice, and quiet until another one of the neighbors, amber, came around and started to run with ben
“oh hello, i didn’t know you were a runner. we should train to together”
“well, i like to use this time to think and spend time with frankie when i’m home since y/n usually takes her on walks now when i film.”
“that’s nice. yeah, i like to use the time to think as well. it’s good for the body and mind. is this the pace we’re going to keep up?” she asked as ben continued to run a little faster 
it’s not like he didn’t dislike the neighbors, it’s just sometimes he’d like to be alone on his runs due to not having that much time on his hands to do it everyday and all the time.
 he continued his run for another hour before finding a place for him and frankie to relax and for her to drink some water he had for them. he took a moment to take in the nice weather they were having that morning and just laid on the ground and looked up at the sky. ben began to overthink about the current situation and wondered if it was just him getting to his emotions and needing validation and comfort from someone. shaking his thoughts away, ben got up and whistled for frankie to signal that they were leaving. on his way home, he drowned out his thoughts using his music so he didn’t think about everything when he met up with her again. 
Stepping into the house, ben was met with the smell of cinnamon rolls as y/n prepped the table for them to eat breakfast. he took off frankie’s leash so she could get some more water and ran up the stairs to go shower and change seeing that he was drenched in sweat. she heard the door slam and went to go to see who it was thinking it was an intruder before seeing ben’s shoes by the door and went back to the kitchen. she didn’t have anything to do before sean’s dinner later in the night seeing that tyler forced her to that day off after working more than she should’ve and she’s exhausting herself, especially because she wanted to expand her bakery into a full restaurant but hasn’t had the time to go over all the paperwork and details.
she began to feed charlie when she heard ben coming down the stairs
“can i just say, as much as i hated you, i don’t hate these cinnamon rolls.” ben told her smelling the air
“thanks, as much as i hated you, you’re not so bad to look at.” “speaking of looks, what are you going to wear tonight?”
“haven’t decided yet. maybe the dress i wore on new years. he seemed to like that dress.”
“so did i” ben mumbled under his breath before drinking his coffee
“what did you say?” she asked whipping her head to him
“what? i didn’t say anything” he told her
“okay.”
the three finished their breakfast in silence before they spent a couple of hours with charlie. ben played the drums for her, as well as singing, trying to introduce her to new music and expand genres and help with the development of learning new sounds and words. y/n went back into the kitchen when she realized that she hadn't made anything for ben and charlie to eat for dinner later in the night while she was gone. ben noticed and told her not to worry and told her that he’ll just order out. he didn’t want her to work anymore and just relax before she had to get ready.
hours later, y/n was in the bedroom putting the finishing touches on her makeup when the doorbell rang.
“i got it, don't worry!” ben yelled as went to the door
opening the door he shouldn’t have been surprised when he saw sean. sean stood there with a smug grin on his face as ben opened the door
“hello ben”
“Sean”
“can i come in?” 
ben welcomed him in with an annoyed look on his face as they walked into the living room. sean was about to go near charlie when ben stopped him and picked her up himself and frankie growled at sean
“don’t touch her”
“Alright ben. i know you don’t like me, and i don’t like you. but after tonight. she is going to be mine and things are going to change. what happened between the two of you, it’s never going to happen. you were simply just a one night stand and just because you two are co-parenting now, it still doesn’t mean anything is going to happen.” “i’m sure things are going to change after tonight. she is one of the most thoughtful and caring people i know and even though she was annoying when we first met, doesn’t mean i don’t care about her feelings. unlike some people.”
“just because you’re rich and famous, doesn’t mean shit. my family is 10 times more richer than you and you can get all the lawyers you want, and still are going to lose everything as soon as she moves in with me, she’ll take little charlie with her since you’re traveling all the time”
“i can take jobs here. it doesn’t matter, maybe i’ll take charlie with me and show her the world. i mean it’ll be good for her while she grows up.”
sean was about to hit back with another argument about y/n and charlie but he got cut off by footsteps coming down the stairs. ben and sean both stood up as they saw her step down the last step. they were both in awe when they saw the woman they were both in love with. 
“Wow” ben said speechless
“you look beautiful” sean told her
“thanks, are you ready?” she asked
“Yeah, i was just having a lovely conversation with ben and admiring how cute charlie is” sean told her as he hooked their arms
“bye ben. i’m not sure when i’ll come home but i’ll tell you okay? bye charlie, be good for your uncle” she told her kissing her head
sean and y/n left the house, and ben locked the door, turning charlie around and began to wonder what they could do for a few hours even though she was supposed to go to sleep in those few hours. 
“well it’s just you and me now. what should we do?” 
charlie reached her hands out for ben’s hair seeing that it was getting long enough for her to pull and he just dealt with it and walked over to the couch and sat her down to watch some tv
“you know this isn’t too bad. just me and you, some food, frankie, and tv. i’m losing my mind oh god” 
y/n on the other hand was in the car with sean on the way to the La Dame de Pic. how she managed to get a reservation there she didn’t understand. she was more than nervous for what was going to happen. she started to drift off into her thoughts and tried to calm down. sean took one of his hands off the wheel and grabbed her right hand. he looked over to her and smiled as they pulled up to the front of the restaurant. sean was determined to be the “gentleman” he thought he was and opened the door for her as she got out. they walked into the restaurant and her nerves increased more.
“hi we have a reservation, under l/n for two?” sean told the lady at the desk
“Yes, please follow me”
the couple followed the lady to the table and sat down. they started the night off with some wine and began to look through the menu. every now and then she would look up and look at sean and think to herself about when she was going to do it. There were too many people near her and felt the panic set in. she was too in deep with her thoughts realize that they were ready to order
“y/n, dear?”
“yes? sorry.” 
“do you know what you want?”
“yeah, um i’ll have the Brittany Pigeon”
“and i’ll have the Steak tartar. thank you.” sean said as they handed back the menus to the waiter
“have i told you how beautiful you look tonight?”
y/n couldn’t help but blush at the comment, but who wouldn’t when they received a comment about how they looked especially if they spent a good amount of time getting ready 
“thank you. how are you enjoying your birthday so far? 30’s a big number” she asked him after taking a sip of her wine
“i have to admit it does feel weird but with you it nothing feels weird and i’m sure something will make it even better.” he smirked
she felt at ease when the food arrived because it meant they didn’t have to talk that much. every now and then they would look up to each other and smile. it was quiet in the restaurant except for the soft music that was playing in the corner. sean would reach into his pocket a few times to make sure that the ring was still there and go over the speech in his head. he decided he would do it while they were done with dinner but before dinner. y/n noticed his behavior and every time he stopped eating to check inside his pockets, she knew he was going to propose and she had to do it quickly and leave as soon as she could. 
“if you could excuse me, i need to go to the restroom.” she told him as she got up and took her purse with him
“no problem, just be back quick” he smiled at her
y/n dashed towards the bathroom and went straight to the sinks and stood in front of the mirror
“you got this y/n. it’s all you wanted since he started to treat you the way he did. just say what you always wanted to tell him and get the hell out of here. this is all that you’ve wanted, nothing more.” she said to herself while fixing her makeup and hair
walking out, sean came into her view as a new bottle of wine was replacing the old one. she noticed it was an even more expensive brand as she sat down. sean took a deep breath and slid out of his chair and went next to her and crouched down while taking her hands. everyone quickly turned to their direction and began to stare at them
“y/n, this past year has been one of the best years of my life. ever since the day we met at christian and lennon’s wedding, i never thought i would be here proposing to you. you are one of the most beautiful people i have ever met. you are also one of the smartest. you run a business while also being a well i guess a single mother and i’ve never seen someone so strong. so, y/n l/n, will you marry me?” sean asked as he took out the ring 
she had to admit the ring was pretty but she knew she had to say no. she felt everyone’s stares on her as they waited to hear her answer
“sean, you have made my life, but no. i’m sorry”
“no? what do you mean “no”?” 
“i mean, things have changed since we met. i know everything. i know you’re cheating on me with someone else. i know you only want to marry me because you’ll get my bakery and it’ll make you richer. Over the past few months, i’ve been questioning our relationship. you are possibly the worst person i have either dated or hooked up with.” 
at this point everyone stopped what they were doing and focused on the pair
“i should’ve known you weren’t meant for me when you never bothered to call back and i didn’t know what we were for months. i’ve been in love with the wrong person this entire time and i still don’t know what my heart wants. i did mean to sleep with ben on new years. i just dated you because i didn’t think i would be in this situation right now and try to focus on myself. you were too controlling and i couldn’t stand it anymore. i just can’t. and by the way, every single time we had sex, i always faked it and thought of ben because i know he could do so much better and he lasts longer too instead of ejaculating prematurely.” she finished
sean didn’t know what to say  as he stayed on one knee while everyone stared at them. 
“i told you it’s a medical problem.” he whispered to her
“well then honey, you better get it checked out because i’m sure no girl would want someone who doesn't know how to pleasure a woman beforehand.” she breathed out feeling satisfied with herself
“and you know what else? you can go fuck yourself and fuck your family.”
grabbing her clutch, she opened it and grabbed her phone to call an uber. she felt like she was walking on cloud 9 when it all happened. y/n got into her uber and let out a deep sigh as she started to laugh and cry at the same time while her driver just ignored her and didn’t bother to ask her questions.
entering the house as quietly as she could, she took her shoes off and walked into the living room to find ben passed out with an empty beer bottle in his hand and the tv still on. she took the bottle out of his hand and turned off the tv. as soon as the bottle left ben’s hand, he fell onto the couch and continued to sleep. y/n took a few minutes to take in the way ben slept. his hair was already messy, most likely from charlie pulling on it, his mouth partly open, and his soft snores. She left to go to bed and felt like this night would be the first night in a long time where she wouldn’t feel stressed.
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angelic-holland · 5 years ago
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New Girl, Old Feelings // th x fem!reader
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requested: netflix and chill w/ Tom, friends to lovers 
Word Count: 2.1k
Warnings: embarrassing loss of virginity stories, smut
A/N: small flashback in italics at the beginning! 
It became almost a routine for you and Tom. He’d come back from filming and sleep for about a day, then you’d show up with a box of pizza and the pair of you would sit, typically with Tessa between you, and watch New Girl. 
You actually became friends when he told you a fake name from New Girl while you were serving him coffee. 
He didn’t like using his real one, knew that people might find out who he is and go crazy in Starbucks. So instead he smiled at you and said ‘Schmidt’. You grinned right back, “New Girl fan?”
And he was cute, and you loved a guy with good taste in tv so when he replied with, “big fan, sort of want to marathon it with somebody,” you flirted back.
“I’ve been meaning to watch it again too,” your eyes twinkled, daring him to respond, to invite you over. 
He nodded, the same twinkle in his eyes before you wrote the name on his cup along with his drink order, casually writing your number below the fake name.
When he texted you the next day you were over the moon, but when you found out he was famous, you figured it was best for you two to be friends. It’s not like there was nothing there. You would flirt, he would take the bait and flirt back, but it was all playful, neither of you moving past the flirtatious friendship you found yourself in.
You were watching episode 23 of the second season, “Virgins”, each of the characters recounting funny, heartwarming stories of how they lost their virginity. Tessa was at his parents' house since he just got back from his press tour for Spiderman: Far From Home.
“So,” Tom nudges your shoulder.
“So,” you nudge back, feeling his stare on the side of your face.
“How’d you lose your virginity?”
You choked out a laugh, “you really wanna know?”
“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
“This is so god damn embarrassing,” you laugh, burying your face in your hands.
“Can’t be as bad as mine.”
“Okay, I was out with a guy, we had just saw Suicide Squad and we were making out in the front seat of his Jeep. And we, you know, did the deed, but honestly he wasn’t my cup of tea so I was just picturing Margot Robbie the entire time-,”
“Wait are you-,” Tom pauses, “cause I don’t care if you are I just thought-,”
“No, I’m not gay, I don’t prefer labels, guys are hot, women are hot, everyone’s hot.”
“Even me?”
“You know you’re hot.”
“True, come on there’s gotta be more to this story for it to be embarrassing.”
“And I apparently leaned my back against the horn for too long and the mall security guard caught us, his dick literally inside me, clothes still completely on, fucking in his car. Worst day of my life, by far,” you weren’t exactly embarrassed by what you were saying, because this was Tom and you told Tom everything, you were comfortable but the memory made your cheeks heat up.
“My dad caught me.”
“Oh I’m so glad you also got caught, that’s the fucking worst isn’t it?”
“He kicked the girl out too, literally in the middle of having sex he told her to put some clothes on and get out of his house.”
“Tom! Oh my god that’s the worst actually.”
“Might’ve had something to do with we were pissed drunk after prom but yeah, one of my many fails.”
“Many! Oh Tom, do tell.”
“No, no way, too embarrassing,” he laughs, hand moving to rest against your leg, it was a casual touch, his finger drawing gentle circles against it, you found out he enjoyed human touch, whether it was a head on a shoulder, hand on the thigh, and it was comfortable. You enjoyed the warmth his fingertips spread through your body.
You both turned to pay attention to the characters on the screen, Jess was pushing the elevator button and you knew what was coming next. 
Nick sweeps Jess off her feet, his eyes trained on her lips. Out of instinct you lick your own and Tom’s fingers freeze on your thigh, breath caught in his throat.
“What are you doing?” Jess asks Nick as he guides her back to their apartment.
“Let’s not think about it,” Nick replies. 
“Tom?” You turn your head to face him and he’s smiling at you as Nick and Jess kiss on screen. 
“Let’s not think about it,” he whispers and his other hand moves to cup the back of your head, eyes staring at your lips before he pulls you towards him. Your eyes slip shut as you meet his lips with an excited shiver. 
“Wait,” you pull away, hands smoothing down the front of his shirt, “I don’t, don’t want this to be, just this.”
“What do you mean?”
“I want you to be mine,” You whisper, eyes searching his for an indication that he didn’t feel the same. That your New Girl rewatch was over, that you made things awkward by searching for more.
“Oh thank fuck, I’ve wanted to be yours since you wrote Schmidt on my coffee cup.”
You smirk before moving his lips back to yours with a tug on the front of his shirt. 
His tongue meets yours and it’s excited as you run your hands under his shirt and sigh as your hands meet his warm stomach and chest.
His hands were more urgent than yours, like he would let go and you wouldn’t be there anymore. 
They moved to grip your hips, your legs easily swinging over his to straddle his hips.
Your mouths never broke apart, slightly sloppy as you attempted to make up for a year of lost time with the press of his lips against yours, fingers driving you crazy as they run along the bare skin under your tank top. You could feel his cock hard underneath his sweatpants against your ass, your hips slowly grinding against his hips.
“You want this?” Tom asks, fingers playing with the edge of your shorts.
“Oh fuck yeah,” you laugh and he’s helping you pull his shirt off, yours is next and he takes a deep breath as your breasts, encased in a pretty purple fabric press against his bare chest.
“God,” he grunts before his hands work on unhooking your bra. You toss it to the side and his hands are back on you, gently cupping your breasts as his lips trail down your neck.
Your hands work on unbuttoning your shorts as he takes a nipple into his mouth, tongue soothing it after a cheeky bite. 
“Tom,” you whimper, his arms make quick work holding your back and sides tight before flipping you over. You pull off your shorts, shoving them down your legs while his hands make quick work of tossing them off the rest of the way. The lace covering where he wanted to be was shiny and wet with your arousal and Tom grunted as he settles on the floor between your spread thighs, fingers working your panties down your legs. The sight of your pussy, aching and wanting leaves him breathless as he balls your panties up in one hand, the other is a comforting weight on your hip.
“Can I?” He asks, lips leaving heated kisses up your thighs, pausing right next to your pussy.
“Please,” you whisper and his eyes darken before his tongue darts out and explores your folds just like he explored your mouth before. 
The sound of the theme song for the next episode and your quiet whimpers and moans filled the room as his lips wrapped around your clit. 
“Tommy,” you cry out as he slips a finger into your heat, then another, you’re clenching around his as he crooks his fingers just right and the sound of that nickname falling from your full lips has him moaning around your clit, sending you hurtling towards a mindblowing orgasm. 
Tom works you through it, fingers slowing to a stop as his lips move to lick through your folds, as his fingers pull out of you he sucks them into his mouth and the sight alone makes you whimper before he’s standing up.
“Where’re you going?” You manage to get out, chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath. 
“Condom, stay right there darling,” he grins before bouncing off to his room. He comes back shortly with a silver wrapper in his hands and you pull him back down to you, turning him so you can straddle his hips. It’s a little clumsy as your chin bumps into his head, struggling to turn but you both giggle and his soft eyes are making your heart melt as you help him pull his sweatpants off. There’s no barrier between you now, no unsaid words and flirty eyes. Just you and Tom, bare for each other. His hard cock is throbbing against his stomach as you kiss him, one of your hands move to stroke his cock, thumb swiping the precum off the head and using it to help your hand. 
He groans into your mouth as his hands work to pull the condom out. You work in tandem to put the condom on and when you do his hands move to your ass, holding onto you as you lift yourself up, gripping his shoulders before slowly sinking down on his cock.
You pant against his lips when he’s fully seated inside of you. 
“Fuck,” he moans your name as you start to move, his hands making sure your body is flush against his body. 
No words really need to be exchanged other than whispers of each other’s name, your fingers leaving crescent marks in his shoulders as his press tightly against the skin of your hips, helping you move when the burning in your thighs slows you down. 
You’re so close and Tom can feel you clench around him, his cock twitching in response.
His fingers find their way to your clit, you’re too caught up in the feeling of his wet lips against your jaw, sucking and marking you when his thumb rubs your clit, you’re coming with a cry of his name. One more push of your hips against his sends his head spinning and he’s coming with a grunt of your name as you relax against him.
“That was nice,” you mumble as he helps you off of him.
“Just nice?” A laugh and an eyebrow raise meets your sweaty face as you collapse back against the sofa. 
“More like so mindblowing you sound like an idiot when you try to describe it.”
“Fair enough,” Tom smirks and you watch him turn and admire his butt while he takes the condom off, tossing it in the trash in the kitchen before disappearing to his bedroom.
He comes back with a washcloth and a T-shirt of his. 
He settles back on the floor, using the washcloth to clean your soaked pussy and thighs. 
“Here,” He says, helping you slip his shirt on, smiling as his fingers trace the mark he left on your jaw.
“Do I get to keep it?” You ask, tucking your legs underneath you while he starts to get dressed. 
“Hmm,” he steps back as he pulls his sweatpants up and stares at you, hair crazy, bare legs, arms wrapped around them over his T-shirt, “I’ve always wanted to see you in my shirt and I love it.”
You smile softly as he leans down and kisses your lips. You never want him to pull back for air.
Before you can wrap your hands around his neck and pull him down for round two the front door to his apartment swings open and you hear Tessa’s excited bark.
“Hey Tom, y/n,” Harry’s voice rings out and you quickly throw the blanket over your bare legs. 
You turn your head sheepishly as Tom attempts to grab your clothes, bra and panties still bright purple thrown on the ground. 
“Oh shit, well about fucking time,” Harry laughs, leaning against the living room entrance, Tessa jumping up on the couch. 
Tom waves off Harry who tells him to keep it in his pants when Tessa’s around before leaving.
As you and Tom settle back on the couch, your head in his lap, Tessa’s head resting on your stomach you start laughing hysterically. 
“What?” Tom asks curiously as he runs his fingers through your hair.
“It’s fitting the first time with each other someone also catches us.”
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Can you do actress reader x Tom Holland where the reader has a celebrity crush on Ryan Reynolds and fangirls over him and tom gets jealous?
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Pairing: Tom Holland x actress!reader
Synopsis: your obsession with Ryan Reynolds has Tom feeling insecure
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“Where’s Tom?” You read one of the comments on your Instagram live as you played with the strings of Toms Punisher hoodie. “Toms at a meeting but if I timed it correctly he should be eating lunch right about now.”
For the record, you had timed it correctly. Tom was in a quiet cafe, eating the lunch you packed him with a content smile while he watched your Instagram live. Tom continued to eat his food as you answered more innocent questions.
“What are you doing now?” You read another comment.
“Probably reading.” Tom thought to himself.
“I was just reading. Reading and waiting for Tommy to come home. What’s your favorite color?” You read a commenters question.
“Pink.” Tom said out loud as he munched a baby carrot.
“Pink.” You nodded. “I’ve always loved pink. What’s your favorite animal?”
“Dog.” Tom smiled knowingly, feeling like he was acing a test.
“Dogs.” You stated with a happy smile. “Like my baby Tessa. What’s your favorite food?”
“My baby loves ice cream.” Tom said in a sing song voice. He moved back and forth in his chair, blushing at how cute you were in his hoodie. He wished he could be back at home with you, eating your favorite ice cream.
“I love ice cream. I don’t know if that counts as a food but it’s my favorite so.” You shrugged, your eyes darting up and down as you read the comments. “Who’s your favorite actor. That’s easy.”
“Tom Holland.” Tom said, keeping a mental score of all his points for answering questions correctly.
“Ryan Reynolds.” You answered. A sly smile appeared on your face. “Have you guys seen Deadpool?”
Tom sat back in surprise as you got into a discussion with your followers about Deadpool. Since when did you like Ryan Reynolds? And why was he your favorite actor when your own boyfriend was an actor? Tom felt a twinge of jealousy bubble up in his tummy. He had a weird relationship with Ryan Reynolds. They had never met, but were friendly on Instagram and Twitter. Both men liked to feed into the Spider-Man/Deadpool fantasy that fans had created online. There was the back and forth teasing of each other, Jake Gyllenhaal, and Hugh Jackman that Tom always found funny.
Until now.
Until he discovered his girlfriends love for another actor.
Tom pushed it from his mind. He convinced himself he was just being insecure over nothing. He knew you loved his acting. You probably just said Ryan was your favorite actor because saying Tom would be too obvious.
It had completely slipped his mind until a month later, when you and him were doing a couples video for Buzzfeed. It was like The Newlywed Game, despite not being married. You and Tom were tied as the interview started to dwindle down.
“What is Toms go-to activity on a day off?” The interviewer asked. You and Tom immediately got to writing on your white boards.
“Whenever you’re ready.” The interviewer said. You flipped your board around with confidence.
“I said golf.” You said, looking at Tom while you waited for him to flip his board. Toms face lit up as he held his board up to the camera.
“Golf!” He exclaimed, never failing to get excited when you got the right answer. “You got it right.” He high fived you before closing his fingers around yours and kissing your hand. “Good job, love.”
“This is too easy.” You said smugly. You knew your boyfriend too well.
“And, last question, who is Y/n’s celebrity crush?”
“Oh, duh.” Tom scoffed, gesturing to himself with a suave smirk on his face. You didn’t catch his reaction, as you were busy writing down your answer.
“Ready?” The interviewer asked.
“Yep.” Tom said confidently as he held up his board to the camera. “Me” was written on it in his messy handwriting. You peaked at his board and laughed.
“Oh.” You said, flipping your own board around. “I said Ryan Reynolds.”
Tom felt genuinely shocked at your answer, even looking at your board for confirmation.
“What?” He asked, looking between you and the board as you laughed. “I thought I was your celebrity crush.”
“You can’t be my crush if you’re my boyfriend.” You teased, not registering his reaction as serious.
“Yes I can.” Tom defended, feeling uneasy with your answer. “I didn’t even know you liked him like that.”
Him being your favorite actor was one thing. Now you had a crush on him too?
“Are you kidding? I’m crazy about him.” You said as you brushed some hair out of your face. “I thought you knew that.”
“I didn’t.” Tom said through gritted teeth. Crazy about Ryan Reynolds? You didn’t even know the guy.
“I never told you?” You asked and Tom shook his head. He would’ve remembered you confessing your love for the quick witted brunette actor. “That’s surprising. I’ve been obsessed with him for years. My love for Ryan Reynolds is one of the hallmarks of my personality.”
“Obsessed is a strong word.” Tom remarked, feeling that same twinge of jealousy rise in his tummy.
“Not strong enough.” You stated. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for that man.”
You went on to talk about your obsession with Ryan Reynolds as Tom sat, engulfed in his thoughts. This was the second time you’d chosen Ryan over Tom. He couldn’t help the pang of envy that plagued his heart. You were a lot more into the guy than Tom originally thought.
But once again, Tom pushed it from his mind. He didn’t think of it again until you, Tom, and Gwyneth Paltrow appeared on the Graham Norton show together two months later to promote Far From Home.
“Now, Gwyneth, you had a pretty interesting celebrity crush growing up, didn’t you?” Graham said as he read off his cards in his Irish accent. Both you and Tom loved being on his show, especially together. He always got the best stories out of people.
“I did. I was obsessed with Keanu Reeves when I was 15.” Gwyneth answered casually.
“I can see why, he’s a very gorgeous man.” Graham nodded in agreement. “And Y/n I hear you’re quite the Ryan Reynolds fan.”
“Oh yes.” You said immediately. You beamed at the thought of him as the audience laughed. Tom, on the other hand, couldn’t have been less amused. He put on a cheerful face for the camera, but he felt white hot anger bubbling under the surface. Was Ryan going to be brought up in every damn interview?
“Is that true? Do tell.” Graham kicked his crossed leg a little, ready for trouble.
“He’s just”, You shook your hands and balled them in fists, “he just gets me going.” You laughed. Tom rolled his eyes and crossed his legs to mask his indignation.
“Does he?” Graham grinned wickedly, wanting even more out of you.
“Yes!” You leaned back in your chair, taking in the cheerful reaction from the audience. “Can you blame me though? He’s dreamy.” Your face burned bright, like a schoolgirl with a crush, as you discussed the actor.
“He’s very dreamy.” Gwyneth added.
“Back off.” You deadpanned, before bursting into laughter. The audience laughed with you, loving your energy.
“Feisty.” Graham poked fun as he shimmered his shoulder. “Is she this possessive with you, Tom?”
“She better be.” Tom said, more serious than he intended. You were too busy fawning over Ryan to notice Toms indifference.
“I am, I am.” You assured the audience. “But I would cut a bitch for Ryan Reynolds.”
“Would you?” Graham explored. “You’d just knife someone? Right then and there?”
“Absolutely.” You quipped. The audience was loving it, Tom was hating it, and you were having a great time.
“Alright.” Tom spoke up, unable to handle his girlfriend gushing over another man anymore. “I think we get it.”
“Uh Oh. Spider-Mans angry.” Graham teased before looking back at you. “What is it about him that you like?”
“It’s everything. We’ve never met, but I can just tell from his interviews that I watch every night before bed,” You paused as the audience laughed, “that he’s just a great guy. He’s so funny, obviously, and such a talented actor but he still seems like such a genuinely sweet and humble guy. And I mean, how damn cute is he? Those brown eyes? That sexy salt and pepper beard he’s got going on? I die every time he looks at the camera. I love him. I don’t know, I just love him.”
“We can tell.” Tom huffed. So now you loved him? He went from your favorite actor, to being your celebrity crush, and now you loved him too? Toms suit felt tighter and the lights felt hotter. He wanted to get out of the interview and blow off some steam.
“Maybe we’ll see a Spider-Man and Deadpool crossover one day and Y/n can play Deadpool’s girlfriend.” Gwyneth shrugged, only fueling Toms angry fire.
“I wish.” You stated. That set Tom over the edge. He didn’t talk for the rest of the interview unless he had too.
He went to bed that night, barely muttering a goodnight to you before putting his pillow over his head and going to sleep. You were too high on adrenaline to notice his cold shoulder towards you. You went to bed that night with a smile on your face after kissing Toms cheek.
“Tom!” Tom heard your hushed whisper a few hours later. He felt himself being shaken gently. He let out a slight groan and snuggled further into his pillow.
“Tommy wake up!” You said a little louder, shaking him a little more.
“Yes, my love?” Tom said sleepily, with his eyes still closed.
“Look!” You gushed, at full volume now.
And shoved in Toms face at 7:17 in the morning was a fan drawing of Deadpool holding your most popular character in a loving embrace while Spider-Man cried. There was also a little caricature of Graham Norton cheering them on in the corner. Ryan Reynolds had posted the picture on his Instagram story with the caption “Mr. Steal Your Girl.” in bold red letters. Toms face went as red as those letters and shoved your phone out of his face.
“Y/n, it’s too early for this.” Tom grumbled, turning over in bed and pulling the blanket over his face.
“Ryan Reynolds posted a drawing of my character on his story. And she’s in his arms! That means he saw the interview!” You went on, still shaking Tom. He knew he wasn’t going back to bed anytime soon. He threw the blanket off his face and rubbed his tired eyes.
“A lot of people saw the interview.” Tom sighed as he stretched a little. “Go back to bed. Why are you even awake?”
“Because the notification I got that told me Ryan posted something woke me up.” You explained, eyes still glued to your phone.
“You have notifications on for him?” Tom asked, feelings fully awake. “Do you have them on for me?” He wondered out loud.
“I’m usually with you when you post something, silly.” You cooed, giving him a kiss good morning which he accepted graciously. He regretted overreacting last night and not kissing you goodnight. He’s gone too many hours without your touch. “Can you believe this? Ryan Reynolds knows who I am!” You exclaimed, pulling Tom out of his brief happy daze.
“Yippee.” He said sarcastically as he flopped back down onto the bed.
“I’m going to repost his story.” You said decidedly. “Should I write something witty or just put emojis?”
“I don’t care.” Tom mumbled into his pillow.
“You’re right. I’ll put something witty.” Yet again, you were too focused on the task at hand to notice Toms mood. He went back to bed without another word.
Tom woke up three hours later and lazily scrolled through his phone. You weren’t in bed anymore, no doubt too giddy to go back to sleep. Tom saw that ring around your profile picture, signaling that you had posted on your story. Tom clicked it, briefly forgetting the half asleep conversation you’d had just a few hours ago. It was a screenshot of Ryans Instagram story. Under his little “Mr. Steal your girl” comment, you’d written, “all yours, baby. Don’t tell Blake.”
“What the hell?” Tom muttered sleepily. He clicked on where you tagged Ryan and began to stalk his profile. He clicked on his Instagram story, expecting to just see the fan art from before. This time, there was a picture of you and Tom holding hands and walking in the streets of New York with Ryans face poorly photoshopped over Toms. Tom sat up in bed, fully awake. Ryan had only posted it three seconds ago. Tom heard you scream from the kitchen, no doubt meaning you’d just seen it for yourself.
Tom was not happy. That photo of you and him was one of his favorites. In the picture, he was staring at you with a dreamy smile on his face while you pointed at something in the distance. Your eyes were wide like a child and your face was lit up with glee, hence Toms dreamy smile. Tom loved that photo because it was so fitting for your relationship. You admiring the beauty of the world while Tom admired the beauty of his world.
And now freaking Ryan Reynolds slapped his smug, incredibly handsome face right over Toms.
You ran back into the bedroom, phone in hand, with another huge smile.
“Did you-“
“Yeah, I saw.” Tom cut you off. This time, you noticed his indifference.
“Is everything alright, lover?” You asked as you leaned against the doorframe.
“Everything is just peachy.” Tom grouched. He threw the blanket off his body and went into the bathroom, avoiding your confused gaze the entire way there.
After a long shower, Tom felt better. He still felt guilty for snapping at you and knew he had to make things right. He found you on the couch in the living room, half watching an episode of New Girl. Toms tea was on the counter, waiting for him, next to a plate of eggs and toast. You still made him breakfast despite his rudeness towards you all morning and last night. Tom immediately felt his guilt worsen, and he took a seat next to you on the couch.
“You got new lip balm?” Tom asked sweetly, his form of a peace offering.
“Yes.” You said through partially parted lips, never meeting his gaze as you heavily applied your lip balm. “I ran out of my old one.”
So you weren’t mad. You just seemed hurt.
“Is it coconut?” Tom leaned in a little closer, which you let him, and sniffed the air.
“Piña Colada.” You said, warning up to him a little.
“Smells nice.” Tom complimented, seeing how far he could push his luck before you yelled at him for the way he acted. He stroked your hair gently and a forgiving smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.
“Tastes nice too.” You said deviantly.
“I don’t believe you.” Tom said coyly. “I’m gonna need some concert evidence, darling.”
“I think I could help you out with that.” You said, fully forgiving him now as you leaned in.
Just as your lips were about to connect, your phone lit up and went “ding.”
“Op.” You chirped and picked up your phone. “That’s Ryan.”
Tom stayed right where he was, despite you pulling away. He couldn’t hide the irritation he felt. His face twisted in annoyance as he watched your phone screen light up your face.
“What?” He said bluntly, completely unamused. You, however, were busy commenting every compliment you could think of under Ryans post.
“Huh?” You asked, absentmindedly, as your thumbs twiddled away.
“What did you say?” Tom asked you again, restraining himself from completely flipping his lid.
“I said that’s Ryan.” You repeated. You held up your phone in front of Toms face with the biggest smile on your face. Ryan Reynolds annoyingly perfect face looked back at Tom. “He just posted a selfie.”
“And you had to stop kissing me to like his picture?” Tom asked calmly.
“See? You understand.” You patted Toms cheek before diving back into your phone. Tom watched you, more rage building up every second you didn’t look up at him. Finally, Tom had had enough.
“Y/n-“ he began.
“Oh my God.” You interrupted with wide eyes. “Look what he just posted.”
Tom didn’t look down at first. He stared right at you, intense anger behind his usually gentle eyes.
“Are you serious?” He asked you.
“Yes!” You stated, misreading his question. “Look!”
Tom grabbed your phone and looked at what you so desperately had to show him. It was a picture of Ryan, of course, with his big arms wrapped around a cardboard cutout of you. Ryan was leaning in to kiss your cheek. A shirt that said “I love Y/n L/n” in big, bulky black letters was peaking out from behind the cutout. The caption said, “I won’t tell Blake if you don’t tell Tom.” Then he tagged you, along with a million hearts and kissy faces. Tom would’ve found the picture funny on any other day. But now, your love for Ryan Reynolds was impacting his relationship with you and he hated it.
He hated how genuinely excited you were just from him posting a picture.
He hated how Ryan was brought up in every single interviewer, and how you turned into a fangirling mess when he was.
Most of all, he hated feeling like you loved another man more than you loved your own boyfriend.
“Y/n!” Tom yelled, slamming his fist down on the couch. You jumped at his sudden outburst and put your phone down, giving him your full attention. Toms eyes immediately softened. He hadn’t meant to raise his voice, but it was the only way to get through to you.
“Yes?” You asked, confused with his tone of voice.
“I was trying to kiss you and you pulled away to look at some dudes Instagram.” Tom burst out. His tone was assertive, but not mean.
“It’s not some dude.” You dished his words back at him. “It’s Ryan Reynolds, love of my life.”
“I’m the love of your life!” He shouted. You looked at him in surprise.
“What’s gotten into you?” You asked, finally putting it together. Every time Ryan came up, Tom got quiet and weird. “Are you seriously jealous of Ryan Reynolds?”
“Am I jealous of the incredibly handsome that you’re head over heels for?” Tom repeated in exasperation. “Yes, Y/n, I am.”
“Why?” You asked incredulously, not even believing you were having this conversation.
“Because!” Tom exploded. “He’s all you talk about. Like, he’s your favorite actor and not me? He’s your celebrity crush and not me?” Tom listed off, finally getting his feelings off his chest. “And every time he gets brought up in an interview, you get all giggly and blushy. You even told Graham Norton you wished you could play his girlfriend. How am I supposed to feel about that? I’m your boyfriend and you’re so open about being in love with another man that-”
“Tommy, I’m not actually in love with him.” You interrupted. You said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, giggling at your hotheaded boyfriend in the meantime.
“You-You’re not?” Tom stuttered, stunned at your response. He had been expecting you to yell back. He hadn’t expected you to meet his anger with giggles and reassurance.
“No.” You laughed, rubbing Toms heated face with your thumb. “Yes, I love him. He’s funny and cute and a great actor. But I’m not actually in love with him. I’m only in love with you.”
“Then why are you so obsessed with him?” Tom asked, his voice softening.
“Tommy, when I say those things about Ryan, I mean other than you. He’s my celebrity crush, other than you. He’s my favorite actor, other than you. And saying I’m in love with him is just a figure of speech. But when I say I’m in love with you,” you poked his chest as a smile threatened to break out on his face, “I mean it. 100%. I love you. Only you. Not Ryan Reynolds. Not Wade Wilson. Not Chris Brander. Not Will Hayes. Just you.”
“But, sometimes, I can’t help but feel like you like him more than me.” Tom said timidly as he kissed your palm that was resting on his cheek. He was genuinely insecure about your feelings for him, something you hadn’t noticed until now.
“Tom, there is no one in this world I like more than you.” You told him. He gave you a soft smile.
“Are you sure?” He asked, still needing reassurance.
“I’m positive.” You promised him.
“What if he asked you out?” Tom tested.
“I’d tell him I’m kinda seeing someone.” You shrugged, making Tom feel better with every word.
“You’d turn down Ryan Reynolds for me?” He asked in disbelief.
“Without question.” You confirmed, taking his face in your hands. “You are absolutely the one I want. I’m sorry if I made you feel insecure.”
“It’s okay.” Tom told you. “I overreacted. I should’ve trusted you and our relationship.” He felt silly for getting all worked up over something as silly as you liking another actor. He never should’ve doubted you.
“I do have an idea of how we can respond to Ryans post, though.” You grinned mischievously.
“We?” Tom asked with a hopeful smirk.
A few minutes later, Ryan Reynolds got a notification that you tagged him in a photo. He went to his Instagram and clicked on your profile. A rare photo of you and Tom kissing with the caption “Tom knows.” was on your page in response to his “don’t tell Tom” comment from earlier. Ryan laughed to himself and went to comment.
@vancityreynolds: “But I thought I was Mr. steal your girl.” He wrote under your post. Tom was quick to respond.
@tomholland2013: “yeah, but she’s Mrs. Holland.”
“There.” You smiled and put your phone down. “It’s settled.”
A million rumors were already flying around that you and Tom were engaged. Toms comment did nothing to help that fact.
“Finally.” Tom breathed a sigh of relief and tossed his phone onto the other couch. “Can I get that kiss now?”
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ONE WEEK || Day Three
Pairing: tom holland x dying ex!reader
Summary: you were dying, and tom still loves you. now he plans on loving you ‘til your last breath, and maybe get you to say those three words back to him.
Warnings: swearing, angst
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Y/N WOKE UP THE second she smelt food in the air. It wasn't the usual hospital food that was cold and gamy. This smelled like it was freshly cooked. "Good morning, love." A male's voice greeted her, kissing the top of her forehead as he sits at the side of her bed.
"How are you feeling?" Tom asked, holding her hand, caressing the top of it. He smiled, feeling the cold and pale yet soft skin of hers.
She looked up at the ceiling, laughing a bit before replying, "I'm going to die today, aren't I?" Tom following with a soft chuckle. "That shit never gets old. Still, it isn’t a funny joke, love."
"I know. Just wanted to lighten up this hell hole of a place for a little while." Smiling, she remembered how the two of them would use that sentence as a sarcastic joke whenever either of them got injured, ER-ed or even stuck in bed with a bloody fever. It somehow brightens up the other one's mood.
Once, there was a time Tom did a flip in front of everyone. Sad to say, he landed on his face and broke his nose. "I'm going to die today, aren't I?" he joked, managing to make some of the staff laugh. Well, except for the stylist. When she saw the bruise and broken nose on Tom's face, she went from laughing to yelling out "Aaaahhh- MEDIC!"
The sound of beautiful laughing fits slowly died down, chuckling at each other, both smiles on their faces. "What made you think of doing that anyway?" She questions. Tom shook his head with a lopsided grin saying, "I don't know!"
They paused for a moment looking at each other, breaking eye contact as soon as they realized it had already been too long. Y/n cleared her throat and looked at the television, diverting her eyes away from Tom's. "You know, even if you broke your nose, you still look dashingly handsome." she mumbled out the last words. Although what she didn't know was that Tom heard it. It was enough for him to hear and it made his heart thump. The silence was broken when a knock was heard from the door. It opened to reveal a nurse with a tray in hand. “good morning Ms. Y/n!" she greeted upon entering.
"Back to using honorifics again, Daisy?" Y/n teased. "Please, call me Y/n. I'm more comfortable that way."
"Right, sorry. Here's your breakfast by the way!"
"Is it a big tub of ice cream?"
The nurse laughs. "Nope. But it's better than yesterday's breakfast." She places the tray on the table and stood beside y/n's bed for her check-up. "How are you feeling?"
"Like shit. But, it's tolerable. By the way, I'd like you to meet my-" Y/n paused for a moment to look at Tom. She paused for a moment on what to call him. She wasn't sure what they were now exactly. Should she call him her boyfriend? No, they were way past that. Should she call him her friend? But what if he wonders and starts asking questions? Or maybe she should mention that they were Ex-es?
"Friend. I'm her friend." Tom spoke from her side. He stood up and lets out his hand for her to shake. "Hi, I'm Tom." she gladly accepts and introduces herself as Y/n's nurse. The two had a small chat, Y/n silently watching a show on the television while listening to their conversation. The two laughed, like they were close friends.
Y/n could feel her blood boil, and her emotions mess up. She didn't want to admit it, but she was jealous. This didn't go unnoticed by Tom. When he glanced to the side, he saw Y/n watch the telly, uninterested. She had a cold face and when she pressed the remote, it was full of force. The thought of y/n jealous made Tom smirk and laugh inside.
He thought it was adorable.
When the conversation with Daisy ended, they said their goodbyes and the nurse left the room to go and attend to her other patients.
Y/n didn't look at Tom when he sat back down. Her eyes glued to the screen, purposely ignoring the man in the room. A smirk makes its way on Tom's lips. "Your nurse seems to be nice." he commented. He glanced at her to see if he could get a reaction, but there was none. "How long have you known her anyway?" Y/n continued switching the channels.
"Since Wednesday." she huffed. The girl puts down the remote and grabs her phone to switch her choice of entertainment. A chuckle escapes his lips. Tom leaned closer to her and starts poking her side, calling out her name in her ear like a child. "What?!" She finally snapped. A grinning Tom appeared when she turned. His puppy like eyes glowed and the side of it crinkled. Thin lips turned upward with his teeth showing a bit.
She glared at him. "What do you want?"
Tom grinned and playfully questioned. "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous of what?"
His mouth pointed towards the door, teasing her with his annoying grin. She rolled her eyes at this; she doesn't answer the question. "You are! You're jealous!"
Y/n scoffs, "I am absolutely not!" Putting down her phone rather harshly. "You are! It's written all over your face." She instinctively covers her cheeks with a pillow. "I don't remember answering your question earlier Holland, so don't get cocky with me!"
"You don't need to answer my question darling; I can read you like the back of my hand."
"Funny though. I don't have the right to be jealous, Thomas."
"Do you want to?" Their playful banter stopped. She froze in her seat; the question caught her off-guard. Tom looked in her eyes intently, trying to squeeze out an answer. Was he for real? Y/n, thought. He couldn't be serious about this, right? Or was he?
She doesn't answer his question again, instead she laughs dramatically. "Ha ha, very funny Holland."
"I'm being serious y/n."
Why was he asking now? Y/n's mind went in circles. Does she want to or no? First, she was on one side, then takes it back and go for the other.  Tom's question was still left hanging, but he didn't break the eye contact. Little by little he leans in, and so does she. Their hearts beat and they were pulling towards each other like magnets.
Y/n could already see the little gold flecks in his eyes that when the light hits it at the right spot, it looked like a galaxy full of wonder. She could feel his hot breath against her own pair of lips. Little by little, their faces were closed off, only a millimeter of distance between them. Tom breaks contact for a second, looking at her lips before going back to her eyes for confirmation. He didn't need for her to say yes, her lean body leaning towards him was confirmation enough.
He brings his hand up to her face, closing in the gap between them. Their lips brushed each other, and Tom took this as a go signal to deepen it.
"I'm baaaaaaaacckk!!!" A voice bursts through the door. The two immediately tore away from each other, Y/n taking her phone, pretending to scroll through her social media, and Tom taking the remote switching the channels. Harrison arrived at the room with a bag of paper plates. The cap on his head covered his blonde hair. Upon arriving, he noticed the two looking anxious. Y/n gulped while her eyes scanned her phone, and Tom's leg bounced up and down. The blonde smirked, completely understanding the situation.
He puts down the paper bag on the table and walked over to Tom, arms open and lips in a pout, leaning closely towards his face. "Woah! What the hell, mate?!" he stood up from his chair shoving off Harrison. The blonde looked at him in confusion, shrugging, "What? No smooch?" ending with a playful giggle. Y/n choked on her own saliva and Tom blushed furiously. "Fuck off!" the pair say.
"Nah, not in the mood. What about you guys? Seems like you two need it?" Harrison's face met with a pillow. The pillow falls and revealed Y/n holding another pillow and, in a stance, even though she was on a hospital bed. For someone at the point of dying, she doesn't seem to look like it., Harrison thought and laughing at his own joke.
"Just kidding. Trying to lighten up the mood darling."
"Lighten up someone else's mood. I'm too annoyed to look at your annoying face, twat."
Y/n faced the other way and scrolled again through her phone. With a brow raised, his head turned to his phone, giving him the 'what-the-hell-was-that' look. Tom motioned for him to follow him to the small living room. Y/n shifted again at the sight of the two.
Taking a seat, the two spoke in hushed voices. "So? Did something happen while I was away?" Harrison asked.
Tom chuckled before answering. Harrison sensed something about that chuckle, not sure whether there was something wrong or something good that had happened. "She got jealous over her nurse. We just talked casually, got to know each other, and at the corner of my eye, I see her getting upset. And-......"
The blonde leaned forward, urging him to continue. "We sort of got into a petty argument, and she told me that she didn't have the right to be jealous. So, I asked her if she wanted to. Then the next thing I knew, we were about to kiss."
"And I came in and ruined the moment." Harrison stifled a laugh, but Tom wasn't in the mood for it. The blonde groaned at the sudden slap on his head. "Ow! what the hell?" he said in a harsh whisper. "Not cool, mate."
"Haz, I'm serious."
"The question is, does she want to? You know we can't force y/n into anything. That girl is the boss of her own mind."
"You know, I can hear you two from here." Y/n called from the other side. The boys stood up and took their conversation outside with them. Truth be told, y/n couldn't really hear what their conversation was about. Their whispers were just getting on her nerves. And the fact that she heard her name twice in that conversation was making her even more annoyed.
When the door closed, she lets out a breath. Meanwhile outside, the two friends continued. "Are you really serious about this? Tom, you know the reason why she broke up with you, right? If you do this, then she'll give you the same reason why she doesn't want to."
"Then I'll show her Haz. I'll show her that there's nothing she should be afraid of. I'll win her back, if that's what I have to do."
***
Harrison joined the two for breakfast. Y/n, eating her usual hospital food, and Tom taking a bite of Harrison's homemade cooking.
When afternoon came, the three chatted away about the most random things. Y/n laughing at some of the stupid jokes Haz would make, and occasionally, some of Tom's. She was still upset of what happened earlier, she didn't know why.
From time to time, Nurse Daisy would come in to do her hourly check up and leave, sending a smile to the two boys, mostly directed to Tom. It was an unsettling feeling inside Y/n. Then again, why would she be jealous? They aren't together anymore, so why?
She sat up from her bed, eyes opening wide at the sudden realization. It caused the two boys to stand up from their seats and immediately ask her if there was something wrong. Y/n quickly dismissed it. "Nothing, nothing. I-I just... had a thought."
"Do you wanna talk about it, love?"
Y/n stared at the palm of her hands, replying not long after. "No. I'm good. I think I just need some fresh air." Tom took this as a sign.
It was time for her daily visit to the rooftop. Haz helped with the wheelchair, keeping it in place as Tom gently settles her down. Once comfortable in her seat, she tapped his hand and lets him push. Harrison's eyes followed them until they left the room. Tom gives him a tight-lipped smile before closing the door.
The trip to the rooftop was like how they first went there. Quiet and a little awkward, for Tom. Y/n on the other hand, was clouded with thoughts, she didn't even notice the aura between her and her ex. When the doors of the elevator opened, she breathed in the fresh air of the flowers and grass.
The sun was beginning to set on the other side of the building. As usual, y/n requested to be placed in her favourite spot, where she can watch the orange, pink, and purple sky slowly turn into a dark shade of blue and the sun dim down to take its rest. Tom obliged. he sat beside her, all throughout the sunset. He didn't say anything to her. Other than watching and observing her. He let her be with her own thoughts and just appreciate the silence, calmness and peace around her.
"Tom?" He hears her call. His head turns towards her, humming in reply, urging her to continue. "Just so you know, I'm not mad. If you're thinking that I am. And about what happened earlier...." Y/n could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She turns her head to the other side, covering it from Tom. "Could you just forget about it? Pretend that nothing happened."
Tom was silent for a moment. He didn't know how or what to respond to her. Moments ago, he was confident, ready to finally talk about the 'awkward' situation earlier. Now, it seems he already lost the words he was ready to say. What should he reply now?
"Y-yeah, sure." Damn it, Holland!
A pleased smile made its way upon Y/n's lips. She nods at him and continued to stare off into the sky. The once orange, pink and purple sky now turned into a dark shade of blue, dots of stars scattered across the night sky. The lights around the rooftop turned on. It was still a little dim, but Tom could still make out the path towards the elevator. Y/n, already feeling her body grow tired tugged at Tom's sleeve.
"Maybe we should go. I'm kind of tired."
***
Y/n laid on her bed comfortably, already asleep. Tom took his usual seat while Jamie was on the couch, typing away and looking through notes as she studies. When the two got back to the room, Harrison had already left. Y/n's dinner came, and Jamie followed not long after.
Once she was done eating, Jamie took her to the bathroom for a quick bath and change into a new set of clothes. She immediately went to sleep, and her soft snores were the only sounds that could be heard from her side of the room.
Tom's phone rings from the little table where y/n eats. Harrison's face appears on the screen with his caller I.D. He answers. "So how did it go?"
"How did what go?" Tom confusedly responds.
"The walk? Your little trip to the rooftop garden? What happened?"
"Oh. She mentioned about what happened earlier and asked to just... forget about it." Harrison hisses from the other line.
"So, what do you plan on doing now?"
"What we've talked about. I'm still doing it."
"Well, if you need any help, you know who to call, mate. By the way, I might not be able to come tomorrow, so don't expect me to come barging in like last time.
"Oh right! Tomorrow's the shoot for that new clothing brand?"
"Yup! But I'll try to come and swing by if I have the time. I gotta go now, need to pack some things for tomorrow. Tell y/n I said good night!" The call ended and Tom returns his phone into his pocket. He shifts his head towards her sleeping form. He studied her features, the little things he loved and admired since day one. He instinctively leans in, kissing her forehead lovingly. A small smile appears on her face and she snuggled up further into her sheets.
How did he get so lucky? To meet a girl as wonderful as her? A smile crept up on his face, memories of the past flooding back.
And that's when it hit him. An idea.
Quickly, he takes out his phone again and texts Harrison. Blood rushing with excitement. Once he got a go signal from Haz, he sent it to everyone who might be able to help. He puts away his phone and approaches Jamie who was still in the middle of reviewing and studying. The college girl looks up from her textbook as Tom loomed over her.
"Jamie, I need your help."
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detroitbydark · 5 years ago
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Moonbeams and Ridinghoods Chp 6
Pairing: Werewolf!Haz/Reader, Tom Holland/OC
Word Count: 2700+ 
Warnings: None
Summary: Y/N enjoys a girls day and makes a new friend.
A/N: Guess who's back? Back again? Me bitches! I really had fun with this chapter. There's not much of our boy but I wanted to world build just a bit if I could. I hope ya'll enjoy it.  
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You'd taken the contract in London without so much as batting an eye at the description. London was selling point enough and you wanted out of your small town fast. It had seemed like a no brainer. You did that a lot, jumping into things without much thought for what would happen next. As you scan through your meager wardrobe your reminded that in the future it wouldn’t hurt you to make a plan. There’s scrubs for everyday of the week. There’s yoga pants, t-shirts and sports bras galore. You’ve got a handful of your favorite denim jeans, boots, tennis shoes, your lucky red hoodie and a few passable sweaters. What you don’t have is anything to go out on a fancy date in. Nothing. 
You’d verified the fancy too. When you’d messaged Harrison earlier you’d asked what you should wear. After you’d nixed the idea of your ‘birthday suit” he’d said a dress would be fine or “whatever made you feel comfortable”. Somehow, you didn’t think holey sweats and a tank top were going to cut it. 
After staring at your meager pickings for longer than necessary you grab your phone and ring Emily. 
“Hey girl! We doing dinner tonight?” she asks right off the bat.
“If we can shop first. Harrision’s taking me out on Saturday and I’ve got, literally, nothing to wear.” You explain pulling on jeans.
“Now, you're speaking my language. I’m going to dip out of here in fifteen. Can you be ready by four?” 
You look at the clock. It was half past three and all you had left was to run a brush through your hair and throw on some basic, everyday make-up. 
“Yeah, sounds like a plan.”
Emily had been even more underwhelmed by your closet than you had. 
“You do own a dress, right?” She asks giving you the side eye from the driver’s seat of the BMW she’d picked you up in. You snort lightly.
“Yes, I do in fact have a closet full of pretty dresses. They’re just not on this continent.” Emily chuckles.
“Just checking” she says turning off the main street onto a side road. “Well, I’m sure Caitlin will have something for you. She’s my go to. Honestly, she’s the best. Great selection and even some of her own designs” she explains as she parallel parks in front of a small storefront. Diamonds and Pearls is scrawled out in an elegant cursive script above the shop door. It’s cute. You can see racks set up throughout the small shop through the window and comfy chairs littered here and there. Emily hops out and waits for your by the door. You’d been hoarding your pay and while it didn’t look like somewhere you’d usually allow yourself to go you were excited to see what you could find. 
A petite redhead greets you as you enter and Emily scurries to wrap her in a hug. The women embrace for a moment, pressing their foreheads together gently before offering a pair of air kisses to one another's cheeks. They turn back to you.
“Y/N, this is Caitlin.”  You offer your hand for a shake and the woman gives you a funny smile before pulling you in for a hug.
“And to think, Americans call us uptight?” she jokes. You can’t help but laugh along with her. “Call me Cat.” She instructs. She’s petite with wild mane of auburn hair and green eyes that sparkle as she looks you over.
“Y/N is supposed to be going on a date and she is woefully under prepared” 
You roll your eyes as Emily explains but you don’t argue. She’s right.
Cat gets a bright look, “Ohhh my favorite kind of client. What kind of date are we talking? Are we hoping for some dessert after?” She asks wagging her eyebrows suggestively. You can’t help but laugh, finding yourself liking the woman already. 
“Harrison’s taking her out” Em interjects before you have a chance to say anything. Cats  eyes grow wide and she stares at you with an entirely different look, more assessing, as if sizing you up. You must pass whatever litmus test she’s run you through because her easy grin returns quickly as she takes your hand and leads you over to some racks. Emily proceeds to take a seat and watch the show, obviously having been through it a time or two before.
“Haz, eh?” She asks you as she begins pulling dresses from the rack. She looks from you to the garments before placing some back and draping others over her arm. “It’s about time the old boy had someone on his arm.”
“It’s nothing serious.” You defend and she laughs. Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you peak at the message.
Haz: Don’t let Em get you in any trouble ;)
Haz: call me later 
You stifle a smile as Cat gives you a knowing look. You quickly shove your phone back into your pocket.
“Harrison hasn’t taken a girl out in ages. With everything he’s got on his plate right now, if he’s pursuing you than it is definitely something.” 
“Everything on his plate?”
Cat and Emily share a quick look and Cat shrugs.
“Haz keeps busy is all. Family business doesn’t run itself now does it?”
You watch Cat curiously as she moves about her shop. Occasionally you point to a piece and she dutifully picks each up and adds it to the pile. Once you’ve looped around the racks once she seems to be happy with her haul and she motions for you to go to the pair of small fitting rooms in the back. Emily follows the two of you back and the they take up spots on the opposite ends of a loveseat as you begin trying on different outfits. Em looks regal with her legs primly crossed at the knee while Cat sits with her knees pulled close and her arms looping around them.
It’s been so long since you’ve been with “the girls” and even longer since you played the grown up version of dress up. Each outfit earns a thumbs up or thumbs down from the pair.
After showing off a red satin shift dress that received mixed reviews you step back into the changing room. 
“So Y/N,” Emily begins, “how long were planning on staying over here?”
You slip out of the red dress and wiggle into a black halter dress that clings to your curves with a hemline that falls mid thigh. Taking a step out of the dressing room you do a little turn in the mirror to catch all the different angles you can see. 
“I’m not sure yet. I mean, my contract has another few months on it but i’m not opposed to staying on longer.”
Cat rises to her feet makes a motion to the dress. “May I?” she asks and you pick your arms up.
“Please do” you encourage as she folds the hem and adjusts the loop around your neck.
Cat speaks casually as she works, “So nothing you’re wanting to rush back stateside for?”
You laugh as they attempt to dig information from you. 
“Nope” you offer, “my stuff is in storage and, honestly, I don’t think I'm particularly missed.”
“Ouch girl…” Em mutters, “be gentle with yourself.” 
You shrug helplessly. You hadn’t spoken with your mother much since you’d arrived and your best friend was certainly preoccupied. Cat takes a step back motioning for you to take another look. You're careful to move, afraid to be poked by the pins she’s placed but you can’t help but absolutely blown away. The dress had looked pretty good before but with a few alterations it looked like it had been made for you. You can’t take your eyes off yourself. While you’d known in the right light and with the right makeup you could be considered attractive this made you feel like something else entirely. It made you feel elegant. It made you feel sexy.
“Oh my God…” you murmur, “This one. It’s got to be this one.” 
Emily and Cat nod in agreement.  “So when Haz falls desperately in love with you do you think you’ll hang about?” Emily asks. You turn and give her an odd look. 
“Is there something your trying to get at?” You ask, not answering her question. Emily shrugs as Cat excuses herself to look for a pair of shoes. 
“I watch out for my boys and Harrison…” Her eyes steady in on you. “Harrison is like a brother to me and I’d love to see him with someone that can accept him for everything he is.”
“Ive liked what I've seen so far. I get he’s probably complicated. The good ones are, right? But he makes me feel…” you shrug as Cat returns and your thankful for the distraction she provides as talk turns back to fashion and shoe choices. 
After deciding on a dress and shoes the three of you go through a few more outfits. Cat grabs a garment bag off a rack and hands it to Emily. The dark haired woman raises a brow.
“Is this…?” She trails off.
“The one I told you I was going to make you? Absolutely.” 
You duck into a dressing room as Emily moves into the other. You switch into your last outfit, fitted leather pants and a red cropped halter. Cat has an eye for fit and a style that is so much like your own. If you had deeper pockets.
“Is she going to Luna next weekend?” you hear Cat asks Emily quietly.
“I don’t know yet. I think it would be a good idea. Tom’s not keen on outsiders though so who knows at this point.”
“Isn’t Harrision’s big fight-” 
Whatever Cat had been about to ask is cut off as you push past the velvet draping. You watch as she grasps her hands together and smiles widely at you. Her eyes travel over your outfit and she turns to Em as she exits her dressing room.
“You May be ousted for a newer muse, love.”
Em chuckles and your mouth goes dry as she gives the designer a little spin of her own. She’s gorgeous and you feel like you pale in comparison but that isn’t what has you shocked silent. As she flips her dark hair over her shoulder you can't help but see the jagged, pink puckered scars that traverse her right shoulder. The jagged and torn lines dip as far as the eye can see. The cocktail dress doesn’t just show off the brutal marks but seems to accentuate them with its deeply dipping back. Em turns and her smile fades as she catches your expression. You stumble to recover.
“I didn’t mean to stare-“
Waving her hand dismissively, Emily gives you a sad smile. “I started owning these a long time ago. I hardly notice them most days.”
You bite at the inside of your cheeks and Cat finds something in some of her stitching very interesting. 
“Can I ask…?” Your curiosity is too much. Em nods and turns so you can get a better look.
“Feral dog” she says with a dark tone. Cat makes a sound that comes out as a coarse, bitter laugh.
“One way to put it.”
“The only way to put it.” Emily confirms seriously. 
The mood in the room has shifted and your not sure how to get back to where you were. Emily senses it too. She turns her back away from you and looks at you with bright searching eyes. You notice a much smaller scar running along her left collarbone. 
“if the ones on my back are my curse,” she says softly. “Than this one is my blessing.” Her fingers graze the pink crescents lovingly. The are dainty and refined in comparison to the mauled marks you’d just seen. 
Emily has a calmness and control over her. The solemn feeling ebbs as she looks at Cat, changing the course of conversation with such ease you don’t even think about what you’ve seen or more questions you may have.
“Would you like to come out to dinner with Y/N and I?”
It’s late when the town car brings you through the high iron gates of Emily’s home. The three of you are rosy cheeked and laughing as Cat makes a joke about Emily’s boyfriend, Tom.
“So how far up his arse does that stick really go?”
Emily snorts and water from the bottle she’s been drinking comes out her nose.
“He’s not that bad!” She defends but Cat looks across at her with such an incredulous look that Emily can’t help but giggle.
“Maybe he’s just a little serious but that’s his position.”
You’ve been happy to sit fairly quiet for most of the evening as the two women have gone back and forth joking about different people in their social circle. They’d stopped occasionally to explain how this person or that related and you’d nodded dutifully trying to trace all the moving parts and tying them together with the anecdotes you were hearing. As the night progressed and the wine had flowed it had been decided for you that you’d stay with Emily. 
As you take in the large brick home with lights shining brightly in its windows you’re a little awestruck. It’s gorgeous and bigger than any place anyone you’d ever known had lived in.
“Em, are you sure I’m good to stay? I don’t want to impose.”
“Y/N, this place has room for days.” She says. A slight slur is noticeable when she speaks. “Besides I’m not putting your drunk ass into a cab.”
The car parks and you grumble as you open your door. The other two women laugh as you stumble on your first steps toward the door. Maybe you were a little drunk.
“You’re telling me the pair of you aren’t feeling it?” You ask indignantly as Cat presses into your side. You loop an arm over her shoulder and lean into her for support.
“Darling, it's not that we’re not pissed it’s just” she leans into your ear, whispering dramatically, “we’re nowhere near as pissed as you are.”
You can’t help but laugh as Emily appears on your other side, miraculously able to walk in the pair pair of heels she’d been wearing all night.
You enter into a spacious kitchen. A marble island takes up a large footprint and you slip into a bar stool next to Cat. Emily grabs another bottle of wine from an under counter wine fridge and a trio of glasses. You’ve all lost control of your volume and it’s not long before a pair of heads peer around the corner, a head of thick unruly curls and a tall hulking man with close cropped hair.
“Tuwaine! Harry!” Cat crows when she catches the pair. “Have a drink with us!”
The men move in with weary smiles like they’ve been in this situation before and they don’t entirely trust the women you’ve stumbled in with. Tuwaine’s eyes skim over you before he’s giving Emily a look that even your drunk self can read.
“That’s Y/N.” She explains “Harrison’s new friend.” The way she emphasizes friend has him raising a brow.
“Emily…” he says warningly but she’s shoving a tumbler into his hands and smiling that same in control smile she displayed earlier. He grumbles something bringing the amber liquid and ice up to his lips.
You hear, “Tom” and “Not happy”.
Harry appears at your side with a drink of his own and a bottle of water that he forces into your hand.
“Drink up, lovey.” He encourages, “there’s no use trying to keep up with the lushes. You won’t survive.” 
Giggling you take the bottle and begin sipping at it, letting your wine glass go forgotten as he slides it away from your reach.
Emily talks shop with Harry as you work on your water. They talk about advertising and weekly specials at the cafe. Cat flirts wildly with Tuwaine who seems all to happy to have the little designers attention. You feel like part of something and it’s a feeling the grounds you in the moment.
At some point someone mentions turning a movie on and the group of you meander through a long hall and into an entertainment room. You sink onto the couch next to Harry and lean against his shoulder while someone ques up Avengers: End Game. Your eyes are starting to feel heavy when another pair of voices join your group.
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thirsttrapholland · 6 years ago
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Blood and Roses Part One
Requested?    Yes  
By: anonymous
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Anonymous said to thirsttrapholland:
I read that you're accepting requests... would u accept any request that tom is... idk, a vampire? 
Warning(s):Brief mentions of blood, adult situations, cheesy vampire tropes because I just couldn’t help myself.
Word count: 1819
Pictures found on: Pinterest
A/N: The Tom Holland vampire AU I didn’t know I wanted to write.  This is way outside of my usual so we’ll see.  
Sorry it took me so long but I warned y’all that I was slow.  Hope you like it, anon.  Feedback is always appreciated.
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“You know, I’ve never really done anything like this before.”  You cringed inwardly at how cliched you sounded as soon as the words had left your mouth. Still though you felt as if you needed to justify what you were doing; if not to him, then definitely to yourself.  What you were saying was true though, you really hadn’t ever done anything like this before.  
What had you been thinking to leave a club with a total stranger?  That’s the question your friend had asked you when you told her what you were about to do; the same question that kept fading in and out of your head since the second you’d agreed to bring this guy back to your place.
You couldn’t explain it, but you had been completely drawn to him since the second he approached you at the club.
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Once again, you’d let your friend Lindsey drag you out to a nightclub. According to her, she felt a duty to get you outside every once in a while otherwise you’d spend every waking second in the university library with your head stuck in a book.  Which is exactly where you needed to be when you were prepping for the GRE.  And exactly where you’d rather be than in the loud, sweaty club you were sitting in at that moment.
You were choking down a sip of your overpriced electric blue cocktail when Lindsey tapped you on the leg.  “You’ve got an admirer.”
“What?”
“Guy in the corner over there has been checking you out since the second we sat down.”
You groaned.  “See, this is why I didn’t want to come here in the first place.  You can’t sit and enjoy a drink for even five seconds without some guy staring you down like you’re a piece of meat.”
“Don’t be like that.  This one is actually kind of cute.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“Your taste is questionable, at best.”  Lindsey, bless her heart, had never seen a backwards cap wearing frat bro that she didn’t think was ‘cute’.  You didn’t even know if you had a type, but it most definitely wasn’t that.  “Where is he?”
“Dark haired guy in the corner.  The one in the leather coat.”
You took a discrete glance over your shoulder.  Your eyes slowly adjusted to the dimly lit atmosphere until you finally zoomed in on the guy in question.  For once, Lindsey may have been right.   He was cute; at least from what you could see from where you were sitting.   Even with the distance and lack of lighting you could also see how young he looked.  
“I guess he’s attractive enough, but the dude looks twelve.  Is he even old enough to be in here?”
“How should I know?”  Lindsey grabbed her drink off the bar and took a sip.  “You can ask him yourself though cause here he comes.”  Lindsey picked up her clutch and slid off her barstool. “I’m just gonna leave you two to get acquainted.”
“You’re just going to leave me alone with this guy?” You were terrible at small talk and any attempts at flirting made you feel awkward and self-conscious.   “What if he’s some kind of weirdo?”
“It’s not like you’re alone in the middle of nowhere.  I’ll just be right out there on the dance floor.  Just a shout away.”
You tried to make a grab for Lindsey’s wrist as you could see the guy approaching from the corner of your eye.  “I’m sure you’ll be fine.”  She threw one last smart assed comment over your shoulder as she eluded your grasp. “You’re good with kids anyway.”
“Lindsey,” you made one last effort to get your friend’s attention, but it was too late as you felt someone slide onto the barstool next to yours.  The voice you heard was soft, kind and lightly accented.
“Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you might do me a favor.”
You braced yourself for the cheesy pickup line you were certain you were about to be assaulted with from your new, unwanted companion.  You turned and found yourself looking into the biggest, prettiest brown eyes you had ever seen in your life.  Eyes that had an odd depth to them.  Eyes that were practically hypnotic.
“What can I do for you?” which was certainly not what you had been planning to say but was what had come out of your mouth nonetheless.
“Well, as you might have already guessed from my accent, I’m not from around here.”
“Irish, right?”
“That’s funny.  Apparently, my UK license looks phony to the bartender and he is refusing to serve me. Told me if I showed it to him again, he was going to confiscate it and have me thrown out.  So, I was wondering if you might be willing to buy me a drink?”
“You want me to buy you a drink?  That’s a new one.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t ask such a thing, but with this baby face of mine, the bartender isn’t budging.”
“If the bartender is refusing to serve you, how do I even know if you’re old enough to be drinking?  I don’t want to contribute to the corruption of a minor.”
“I can assure you that I’m a fair bit older than I appear.” He smiled then, and it was a beautiful smile, but there was a hint of sadness to it.  “And I was corrupted long before we ever met.”    
“Yeah, I don’t know.”  The man standing next you was very handsome and you did feel a pull towards him but still you felt like something was holding you back.
“I’m just so thirsty.  It’s been a long time since—” he paused as though he was struggling to finish his sentence.  “It’s just been a long time since I’ve had a proper drink.”  You heard him sigh and mutter under his breath.  “I didn’t want to do it this way.”
“What?”
“Nothing.”  He reached into the back pocket of his jeans and pulled out his wallet.  He pressed a wad of bills into your hand and looked up into your eyes.  “I want you to buy me a couple of shots of whiskey, get another of whatever you’re having and meet me at the table where I was sitting before.  You can do that for me, can’t you love?”
“Of course.”  The words had flowed from your mouth without even a cursory amount of input from your brain.
You took a second to watch as he made his way back to his corner table before you got the bartender’s attention and placed your order.  You felt like you were operating on auto pilot as you picked up the drinks and dutifully made your way to the stranger’s table.  You deposited the drinks on the table and slid into the booth beside him.
Your butt had barely touched the seat before he had already grabbed one of the shots and tossed it down his throat.  Throwing back a shot of straight whiskey like that would have made the average person choke, but he didn’t even flinch.
“I guess you really were thirsty.”
“You have no idea.”  For someone that had seemed so eager to have your company just moments before, he wasn’t making much effort at carrying on a conversation.  As much as you loathed small talk, you tried to think of something to say to fill the awkward silence between you.
“So, are you here for school or visiting relatives or something?”
“Or something.”
“Okay.”  Cute or not the guy was starting to weird you out a bit.  “You’ve got your drinks.  I think I’m going to go and catch up with my friend.”
You made to slide out of the booth but he laid his hand upon your forearm, stalling your movement.  Goosebumps immediately sprang up when his cool, smooth skin came into contact with yours. “Don’t go.  You’ll have to forgive me if my behavior seems a little strange. It’s just been a while since I’ve done this.”
“Done what?”
“Tried to chat up a beautiful woman.  I’m a bit rusty.”  The hesitation you felt must have been plainly written across your face.  “Give me another chance.”
You ignored the nagging voice at the back of your head telling you to get up and walk away and settled back into your seat.  
From that moment on, it was like a switch had been flipped.  The guy sitting beside you turned from reticent and reserved into a charming chatterbox.  He told you funny stories about his friends and family, doing voices and gesturing wildly with his hands all the while.  He didn’t just talk about himself though.  He asked questions about you as well and seemed genuinely interested in your answers; his eyes never strayed from yours as you spoke.  
As the night wore on you found yourself getting more and more comfortable in his presence.  Your natural guards lowered as you moved closer to him in the booth not minding at all when his thigh was pressed up against yours; when he put his arm around your shoulder and drew you closer to his side.
You were getting along so well that by the time he casually suggested that the two of you went to your place so you could be alone, it had seemed like the best idea you’d ever heard in your life.  
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Standing there at your door with keys in hand and your back to him, it was like your senses had suddenly returned and you couldn’t even remember why you had thought this was a good idea in the first place. Letting this man into your apartment would be a huge mistake and you knew it.  You had to put a stop to this.  You would offer to get him an uber if necessary but some instinctual part of you knew that you needed to get him as far away from you as possible.
You turned to tell him that you had changed your mind but as soon as your eyes met his, the words died on your lips.  You faltered, keys jingling in your now slightly trembling hand as your mind went totally blank.
Tom tilted his head, big brown eyes shining with light and brimming with concern.  “Are you okay, darling?”
“I—I don’t know.  I was just about to do something but now I can’t remember what it was.”
“That’s okay.  You were going to open the door and invite me into your apartment.”
“Are you sure?”  You knew the words were coming out of your mouth, but your voice sounded faint and far away to your own ears.
“Yes, I’m sure.  Just open the door and invite me inside.”  He gently stroked his thumb across your cheekbone, all the while never letting his eyes lose contact with yours.  “It’ll be okay.”
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FIC: Win/Win (Part 8/?)
Yeah, I’m sorry this is about 97 weeks late. And that it’s tiny. But I’m *just* getting back to where I can write actual fics again, so. I don’t know what to tell you.
Anyway
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Overall Summary: Temporarily homeless, the reader needs a place to stay. Her friend Tom, who has a reputation for being a womanizer, has an extra room… and an idea.
Very loosely based on the How I Met Your Mother episode “World’s Greatest Couple,” where Lily posed as Barney’s wife to help him get rid of his one-night stands.
Part summary: After Jacob and Zendaya take the next step in their relationship, Tom and the reader ponder doing the same. 
Warnings: it’s so fluffy I want to DIE
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Tom slowly sipped his beer while he waited for everyone else to show up to the bar after work. (y/n) normally got there first, but she had an after-school staff meeting. She came in about ten minutes after he did, a slightly sheepish smile on her face.
“Hello, love.” Tom took her hand as she slid into the booth, kissing her softly once she’d settled in. “How was your day?”
“Pretty good. Staff meeting was boring as hell and could have very easily been an e-mail.” She chuckled quietly to herself. “I, uh… I did something.”
Tom raised an eyebrow. “You did something?”
“I did something. I don’t know if it was good. I think it might have been a little bad. For the sake of argument, I’m going to call it… morally ambiguous.”
“What did you do?” Tom asked, in that tone of voice one uses when a toddler does something naughty.
“I saw Tony in the parking lot.”
Tom scoffed. “Wow, he really likes to talk to you a lot for someone who was told to never talk to you again.”
(y/n) shook her head. “Yeah. He’s, just, an awful listener. It was a big issue when we were dating. Anyway, he wanted to talk to me because he wanted to formally announce that he is done pursuing me.”
“Really.”
“Really.”
“What, did he give you a Certificate of Completion or something?”
(Y/n) snorted.  “So anyway, I ask him why, and he says he and Morgan are getting back together because… get this… she’s pregnant.”
Tom’s jaw went slack, his mouth forming an “o” shape. “Get out. Then what?”
(y/n) cleared her throat. “This is where it gets, ah, morally ambiguous. I put my hand on his shoulder, I looked him square in the eye, and I said: ‘Oh, Tony. Are you sure it’s yours?’ And then I just… started walking away.”
Tom instantly regretted choosing that moment to take a swig of his beer, because it very nearly shot out of his nose. “Oh, my God, that’s fucking awesome, babe.”
(y/n) laughed. “I heard him get his phone out and say, ‘Are you home? No, don’t go anywhere, we need to talk.’ I should feel worse about that than I do, shouldn’t I?”
Tom started laughing, more loudly this time. “No, no, I think that after everything he did to you, that was absolutely called for.”
“Oh, good.”
Just then, Harrison walked in and sat across from them.
“So guess what,” he said, plucking a spicy pretzel from the bowl on the table. “I, uh… I have a date.”
(y/n) smiled widely. “Really! Tell us all about them.”
“Well, her name is Amelia. She works at the bank down the street from my office. We met in line at one of the food carts outside, the tamale one?”
“Love tamales,” (y/n) said; Tom just nodded.
“Anyway, we’re going to dinner tomorrow night. I can’t wait, she’s so awesome.”
“You taking her out for tamales?” (y/n) asked; Tom and Harrison stared at her. “What? I thought it’d be a cute callback to how they met, I - oh, Jacob and Z are here.”
Jacob and Zendaya walked in, stopping at the edge of the table.
“We, um, we have an announcement,” Jacob said.
“You’ve decided you’re officially done pursuing me?” (y/n) asked; Jacob laughed.
“No, but I did see Tony in the parking lot… what did you say to him?”
“Nothing,” (y/n) replied casually, “so what’s this announcement?”
“We’re getting married!” Zendaya held out her left hand; a silver ring with a single round diamond encircled her ring finger.
Harrison, Tom, and (y/n) collectively gasped as she brandished the ring. Finally, all three of them started excitedly yammering at once:
“Oh, my God. Congratulations, you two!”
“Zendaya, that ring is gorgeous!”
“About time you locked that down, Jacob, congratulations!”
“I’m ordering a round of champagne for the table,” Tom said, getting up to go to the bar.
“(y/n), I want you to be my maid of honor,” Zendaya said.
“Oh, I’d love to!” (y/n) exclaimed.
“And I can’t decide who I want to be my best man, so I want Harrison and Tom to be co-best men,” Jacob said.
“I’m in,” Harrison said.
“Me too,” Tom added, carrying a tray with a bottle of champagne and five glasses to the table. He carefully distributed the champagne amongst the five glasses, then everyone took one. “I’d like to propose a toast. To Jacob and Zendaya!”
“To Jacob and Zendaya!” Everyone clinked their glasses together and drank.
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“I am so happy for them,” (y/n) said, hanging her jacket on a hook just inside the apartment door.
“Me too.” Tom settled down onto the couch, patting the cushion next to him. “Let me ask you something, Tom.” (y/n) sat down next to Tom, head resting on his shoulder; his arm wrapped around her, pulling her close. “Do you want to get married someday?”
Tom chuckled softly, his thumb rubbing slow circles on her shoulder. “If you had asked me that a year ago, I’d have a dramatically different answer.” He looked down at her, smiling. “But, thanks to you… yeah. Someday, I do. And I want it to be you, you’re the one that taught me it was okay to love again. You’re the one that said it was okay to give my heart to someone again. I’ve given it to you, and I want you to have it forever.” He kissed her forehead; her eyelids fluttered closed and she sighed happily. “What about you?”
“Oh, absolutely. When I was with Tony, the thought of marriage never crossed my mind. I cared about him, you know? But I’m not sure if I ever truly loved him, not like I love you. You kept trying to tell me you were a bad boyfriend, but you’ve been perfect. You’re sweet, you’re funny, you care about me and you want to listen to my problems without trying to solve them for me. I thought I was in love before, but now… now I know I am. And when I picture my wedding day, I picture you at the other end of the aisle.”
“Am I wearing a tux?”
“Well, it’s a drunken Vegas shotgun wedding, right? So you’re probably in a Hawaiian shirt and flip-flops.”
Tom laughed. “Horrifying.”
“You should see the Elvis impersonator, I never said which one of us was going to be drunk.” (Y/n) nudged him with her shoulder, giggling. “I love you so much, Tom.”
“I love you too, (y/n).”
“I’m not ready to get married yet, though, not for a while.”
“Me either. But I promise you this, I’m going to marry you someday.”
(y/n) smiled softly at him. “I can’t wait. Well, I mean, I can, that was the whole point of this, I mean…”
“Darling? I love you, but… you’re rambling.”
She raised an eyebrow at him. “Maybe you should shut me up then.”
Tom stood suddenly, scooping her into his arms. “Challenge accepted,” he said, winking, as he carried the now-giggling (y/n) into the bedroom.
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3 lies. (t.h.)
Lie number 1.
summary: you’re invited over for a family weekend with the Hollands. 
a/n: this is for Kath’s! @upsidedownparker writing challenge! Love you girl! This will be a series! sorry for the horrible writing
prompt: fake dating au
tom holland x reader
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The Killers was playing in the background as you were singing along, failing with Tom to make a harmony out of the partly joking yodeling you were both trying to pull. Tom honked the claxon as a car was blindly joining the lane, not realizing they could’ve crashed. Tom cursed under his breath as you let out a long sigh. 7 am in the morning was definitely not your favorite time to be awake, a part of you was already regretting to agree with this trip. You had your coffee so it couldn’t be as bad, though your eyelids were fighting to stay open since you clearly preferred being asleep. “So your dad’s birthday?” You asked Tom, scrolling through your phone as he was driving. Music blasting off as the early traffic in London had you stuck for a while. Tom seemed anxious, as he was tapping his fingers on the wheel. You turned to him, “Chill, we will be on time.” “Hm?” Tom turned over as he cleared his throat. “No, no, it’s not that, I’m just...you know?” You chuckled slightly, locking your phone as the song ended. “Excited? Nervous?” “Both, if it’s possible, I feel like I might just throw up.” “Please don’t,” Harrison laughed from the back as he finally gave a sign of being alive. “By the way, why exactly are you nervous? Is Tom Holland nervous about showing off his little girlfriend?” You rolled your eyes, ignoring your friend. “Shut up, mate,” Tom flipped Haz off as you chuckled. “I’m not his girlfriend,” you defended yourself as Tom nodded. Funny thing to think about. People usually assumed you were as Tom and you would be seen on his Instagram stories quite often. More often than not, you both would be sillying around. “Tell that to my family, first thing, please,” Tom warned. “They’re gonna definitely ask why I’m bringing a girl to the family weekend.” “You always bring Harrison,” you pointed out as Haz blew a kiss to Tom on the mirror. “Ah, yes, but I’m way out of Tom’s league,” Haz smirked as you nodded in agreement with a rather forced laughed, which wasn’t greatly accepted by Harrison. Curiosity was present on your current state, with your increasing excitement and nervous game with Tom, you couldn’t help but finally transcend the unexpected invitation Tom had offered. Your friendship with him had been around for years, yet there was always a step, a boundary which impeded you to become closer to him. He was so familiar, he had been around you for a while, so you could trust him. You could trust his family, too. You knew Harry, Sam, and even Paddy. Though, the relationship hadn’t become any closer. Tom’s father was celebrating his 52nd birthday and had decided to go to out of the city to celebrate, rent a cottage and invite some family over to have a warmer weekend. Sam was bringing his girlfriend, and Tom was bringing you and Harrison. Harry had claimed he wasn’t bringing anyone due to his sudden interest on family time. Sam, Harrison, and Tom had bullied him on being single, thing which had been easily snapped back at Tom. ‘So y/n is your girlfriend, then?’ The question would be the elephant in the room every now and then within the group of friends. You’d always smile and decline, smile and decline. Though, you’d be lying if you didn’t admit Tom being your boyfriend had been a constant query on your mind. You could see yourself dating the Spider-dude, it’d be fun, and magical. You knew it wouldn’t hurt to try, yet the friendship had become an obvious obstacle to try anything. That, and the fact you knew Tom didn’t share your attraction. You had been quite delicate on hiding your crush on Tom, however, there were times when you couldn’t help but let it be. Tom was oblivious to everything, whatsoever. Yet, Harrison wasn’t. Harrison was well aware of the dreamy eyes directed to Tom, and the tinge of red that’d come across your cheeks. He’d observe but stay quiet, so you were fine with it. The ride went loud, as loud as Tom and Haz could make it to help you avoid sleep. Help wouldn’t be the word you’d use, yet you made it. You joked, you played and you sang through the road, and your stomach was pinching you with butterflies from both embarrassment and anxiety to deal with family. They believed you were dating Tom, so that flattered you without a doubt. When you arrived, Nikki was there to welcome you with a hug, Paddy standing beside her ready to high five and hug you. “How was your ride?” Nikki asked you, as Tom was getting the bags off the trunk. You tried taking yours but he refused to give it to you.
“I’m Spider-Man, dude, I’m strong enough to pick up a bag.” Both you and Nikki rolled your eyes as she chuckled with her son, and then said hello to Harrison. You walked into the house, Dom was talking to Harry in the kitchen and they were both eager to say hello. You hugged them both and handed Dom a present you had bought him. Sam was with his girlfriend plopped on the couch in the living room. They both gave you the peace sign as Tom walked into the kitchen. Nikki offered Tom, Haz and you a beer and you stayed in the kitchen as Sam and Harry approached Tom. Nikki left the kitchen with Dom, discussing some important arrangements about the house, or something adults like to talk about alone.
“So, I’m the only one with a girlfriend,” Sam smirked. “Ah, too bad, bet Paddy here will get a girlfriend sooner than any of you three.” Sam giggled hugging his girlfriend who rolled her eyes.
Elysia glanced over at you and mouthed: “sorry”. You chuckled a bit but shrugged it off.
“Ah, bet El is actually under a spell,” cried Harry.
“I am,” she answered, laughing. Sam raised a brow to his older brother.
“What ‘bout you, bro? You’ve got millions of fans who’d die to date you, yet no girlfriend, yikes,” Sam teased laughing. Tom stayed quiet, drinking of his beer, casually laughing it off. “Oh, you can’t get the girl you want, huh?”
Harrison glanced at you.
“Eh, Tom may be cute and all but not cute enough for the one he wants,” Harry joined in to tease his older brother, causing all but you to laugh. It was a moment you could take.
“Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does whatever a spider can,” Sam started signing. “Even scare off girls!”
“You’re awful at singing,” Tom defended himself rolling his eyes.
“Tommy is single,” Harry continued.
“You’re single too, dickhead,” Tom laughed and Harry faked indignation. You and Haz giggled to each other.
“Tom can’t get the girl!” Sam continued to bother Tom, Tom was still ignoring it. Sibling love.
“Tom can’t get the girl!” Harry repeated.
“Tom can’t get the girl!” Haz joined. And suddenly the three of them were forming a chant. Elysia and you rolled your eyes staring at them, laughing. Tom laughed as he ran a hand through his hair.
“Okay guys, c’mon,” you chuckled interrupting the chant but they kept yelling it. You cleared your throat as you glanced at the family, you saw Tom was embarrassed and he kept blushing as the chant got louder. “He did get the girl!” You yelled, and the chant stopped.
“He -what?” Harry asked, clearly confused.
You made your way over to Tom, wrapping your arm around him, him clearly as confused as his brothers, blushing even more than possible.
“Didn’t you tell them?” You asked him. Tom blinked.
“Tell us what?” Sam smirked, as Elysia’s face turned to you with an excited smile.
“Tom and I are dating,” you sentenced, in perfect timing as Dom and Nikki were walking into the kitchen. Oh god, what had you done? Tom was red, you were red. You wished earth could suck you in and throw you to another place. 
Everybody was staring at you. Specially Haz who had the widest smirk on his face. Nothing good could come out of this one.
“You guys are what?” Nikki asked with a smile. Suddenly Tom loosened his body as he wrapped his arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.
“We’re dating, ma’,” Tom answered.
Sam and Harry had their mouths opened, O shapped and Haz couldn’t stop giggling.
“Harrison, care to confirm this?” asked Sam, suspicious of you and Tom.
“Oh, no, they are dating,” Harrison smiled and nodded. “Total lovebirds here.”
Tom grinned as he watched his whole family surprised, and he held you close.
“Totally,” Tom confirmed.
“Kiss then!” The younger Holland suddenly popped from behind, Paddy begged as he watched you both.
“Paddy!”Nikki laughed.
“What? That’s what couples do!” Paddy retorted as Nikki and Dom laughed.
“Pad’s right,” Harry frowned. “Kiss, because something smells funny here.”
“It’s you, Harry” Tom laughed but glanced over at you. “You smell funny.”
Tom was cool with this, Tom was an actor, he could play another role with this. But you knew he probably was going to be angry at you. You hadn’t consulted anything with him, and this probably wasn’t the best way to try off a relationship.
Your stomach filled with butterflies as Tom was looking down at you.
“Kiss then,” Harrison was the one to insist now. Tom glared at him but then leaned in anyway, to give you a soft peck on the lips. Your heart started to race. You weren’t usually like this,
“That was not a kiss,” Sam whined.
“Unlike you,” Tom answered. “I have the decency to not make out in front of the whole family.”
Dom nodded in agreement and Nikki just kept smiling at you. Trouble was definitely expecting you this weekend. The news was quickly erased by Sam asking to go out to talk to Elysia. Harry joined Paddy as he insisted on playing a video game with him, and Nikki and Dom left to a market to buy ‘supplies’ for the weekend.
Only you, Tom and Harrison were left. You quickly let go of Tom, embarrassed by your actions as Haz laughed away. Tom insisted on going to his room.
Tom chuckled as he raised both his eyebrows at you, walking after you, clearly waiting for an explanation.
“So, we’re dating huh?” He asked.
“I freaked out,” you snapped. “I’m sorry, we can tell them it isn’t true…”
“I wish we could’ve talked about it before,” Tom cleared his throat. 
“I’d love to see how you guys play this off,” Haz smirked, winking at you, plopping on Tom’s bed. “They were shockingly happy to see the news, and you guys played it soooo natural.”
“Haz, eh, please. I need to have a word with y/n,”Tom’s voice was rough and serious, you bit your lip looking away. Haz shrugged, flipping him off as he made is way out of the room. 
“They were thinking we were dating, anyway,” Tom sighed as he then glanced at you. “Well, we need a story to tell.”
“Tom, I’m sorry,” you felt your heart was going to bump off your chest from guilt, but Tom chuckled as he shook his head. 
“It’s fine, might be fun,” Tom smiled at you. “Thanks, for stopping the chant, though.”
“It was the worst way to stop it,” You chuckled. 
“Meh, it’s okay, it’s only an innocent lie, huh?” Tom assured you.
But you didn’t know how far from innocent your lie could get. 
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