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sweetlysilent · 7 years

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Unpredictable Pt. 3

Requested: Nope

Hey boo’s, because of the amount of requests I got, here is part three! I’ve also decided it’s going to be the last part. I’d like to say a huge thank you for liking this little series, you’re all amazing, and thank you for reading!

I also wrote this chapter listening to Shameless by: The Weeknd, I tried to find a link for it but there was like none on YouTube, just people that did covers and I didn’t want that oops.

If you listen to it, it will probably put you in feels. Who am I kidding it totally will oops.

Also, please give me feedback! It’s really appreciated! I hope you all enjoyed this little mini series and thanks for reading and being bomb ass people. :)

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Your brother is Harrison Osterfield, and your his younger sister (by like a few months, which he always teases you about which results in you both arguing), Tom is Harrison’s best friend, you’ve known him forever, but recently you started to feel different around him, making you rethink everything and worry about what Harrison would do it he found out the truth.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex.. again.. um.. bYE, and fluff aw.

Word Count: 3,064 (it’s so wordy oml.. SORRY)

A/N: So Tom just dropped a new picture which made me feel so many emotions?!1/?!/?1 And I’m listening to Shameless so asdfdklkjfsk. I sinned, maybe, we don’t know. Ngl this final chapter will make you go on an emotional rollercoaster, whoops.

You woke up to the sound of snoring, turning on your side you saw the most beautiful image you could ever see, spread out in your bed laid Tom, his hair messily in his face, the sheets covering his lower half of his body as his toned chest was left exposed.

You smiled, running your index finger across his forehead to push a few curls that had fallen over his eyes, making him mumble something in his sleep.

Last night was something you’d both truly remember, you’d never experienced anything like that before, and you knew that was Tom’s objective since you had been provoking him all day, and went on that date.

You sat up in your bed, running your fingers over your neck, there were way more purple and red marks than before, making it even more of a challenge to hide them from Harrison.

You carefully got out of the bed, trying not to wake Tom as you grabbed his t-shirt, slipping it over your head, braless of course.

You looked yourself over in your mirror, Tom really did a number on you, you could see his fingerprints on your shoulders faintly, giving you goosebumps at the memories as they flooded back into your head.

You both had certain kinks, only making it even more heated and intense than it was before. Tom loved the feeling of your fingers, especially when you ran your fingers through his brown curly locks of hair, only to surprise him by tugging on them when least expected. You however, you loved how his hands would fit perfectly around your throat, yes, you had that wonderful choking kink, and Tom did it fabulously.

Needless to say, you both barely slept a wink last night, and you could barely walk.

You were thankful that Harrison never decided to check on you at anytime, if he had, that would of been the end of both of you.

You weren’t sure how you would ever break the news to your brother, it wasn’t something you could straight up and say ’oh by the way, I just fucked your best friend last night, hope you don’t mind.’

It just wasn’t that easy, and now you were sure it was going to be even harder to keep it a secret.

“Did I ever mention you look hot as fuck in my clothes?” Tom mumbled, a grin on his face as he looked at your outfit.

You rolled your eyes playfully, doing a little twirl in his shirt, making him laugh and rest against your headboard.

“Did I ever mention that it’s going to be impossible to hide all of these from my brother? Thank you, very much Holland.” You muttered, motioning towards all the marks on your neck.

“I told you, I was going to mark you, because you’re mine.” Tom smirked, looking over his handy work on your neck, a feeling of accomplishment on his face. “Plus, it’s not like it’s going to be easy for me to explain how I left with nothing and come back the next day with all these marks on me.” Tom raised an eyebrow at you, making you smirk at him.

You shrugged your shoulders, looking at all the purple and red marks on his neck and chest.

“Don’t forget those delicious marks on your back.” You teased, making him shake his head and chuckle at you.

“How could I ever forget those? It was the best moment of my life.” He winked, making your cheeks redden, something he loved doing to you.

“Well, as nice as this was, I can’t have Harrison find you in here, so if you’d like to live and see another day, I’d recommend you run now.” You sucked in your bottom lip, crawling onto your bed.

“I hate that we have to do this behind his back, but at the same time it just makes it even more fun.” He grinned, before placing a gentle kiss to your lips.

He grabbed his clothes, letting you stay in his t-shirt, because he loved seeing you in his clothing, before he disappeared out your window.

You made sure he got down carefully, waving a goodbye to him before he disappeared, you quickly shut your window before going to hide all the marks on your neck.

It took you a good hour to hide everything Tom had done, once you knew you were in the safe zone, you went down to the kitchen where Harrison was already making breakfast.

“Hey Y/N, how was your sleep.” Harrison spoke, startling you as you took a seat at the counter.

“Uh, it was good, why?” You asked, your heart starting to race nervously.

“Oh, no reason, just next time you should warn your brother before you sneak company over.” Harrison shrugged, before turning around and glaring at you, making your face turn a deep red.

Were you guys really that loud?

“Sorry Haz..” You mumbled, taking a sip of your tea as Harrison pushed your breakfast in front of you.

“So, who was the guy? Was it the guy from your date?” Harrison pressed on, watching you intently.

“Uh.. -Yeah, -Yup, that was him, -Totally.” You nodded, shoving a forkful of eggs into your mouth as Harrison eyed you suspiciously.

“Y/N, you’re my sister, and you’re an extremely horrible liar, so why don’t you tell me what the actual hell is going on.” Harrison demanded, making your face pale slightly, you didn’t even know where to begin.

You decided to ignore his question, shoving more eggs into your mouth as the doorbell rang, making you let out a sigh of relief as Harrison went to get it.

“Hey man! Come in, we’re just having breakfast and I made extra so you can join us if you’d like.” Harrison offered, as Tom walked into the house, following Harrison back to the kitchen.

You felt your stomach drop, this was going to be interesting.

“Hey Y/N.” Tom smiled, making you glare at him slightly.

“Tom and I are going to audition today, so please don’t do anything while I’m gone okay?” Harrison pleaded, as you responded with a slight nod.

You glanced over at Tom, who was sipping his coffee he had just made, two can play this game.

You got a forkful of your eggs, slowly placing them into your mouth, before pulling the fork out slowly. You knew Tom was watching, you could see it out of the corner of your eye, and you couldn’t help but smirk as you saw him clench his jaw.

“So, Harrison, how do you feel about auditioning? I know you do a lot of short films but this is your first real big movie audition.” Tom grinned, high fiving his best friend as Harrison rolled his eyes, laughing.

“I mean I’m nervous as hell, but I think it’ll be alright.” You watched your brother shrug, taking a bite of his food, as Tom sat down next to you.

“What about you Y/N? How do you feel about Harrison auditioning?” Tom questioned, looking over at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You bit your tongue, before looking at your brother who actually looked interested in what you had to say.

“Honestly, Tom,” You said his name sarcastically, making him chuckle, “I’m really happy for Haz, as much as we argue and bicker all the time it’s nice to see him passionate and happy about something.” You answered honestly, watching a smile form on your brothers lips.

“That is the nicest thing you have ever said to me.” Harrison smiled, making you smile back at him, it was true, you were deeply happy for him.

“Shit, I have to go get ready, our audition is in twenty minutes, I’ll be right back.” Harrison stood up from his chair quickly before disappearing up stairs, leaving you alone with Tom.

“You like to push my buttons don’t you?” Tom shook his head at you, making you laugh quietly.

“Oh I’m sorry, did me eating eggs turn you on? Poor wittle Tommy.” You puckered your bottom lip, faking a tear falling down your face as Tom glared at you.

“Do you think it’s okay to tease me when your brother is around?” Tom growled quietly, causing chills to go up your spine.

“I think I can do what I want, when I want, to whoever, I want.” You smirked, as you watched Tom visibly stiffen, before sitting down on a stool next to you.

You felt his hand rest on your thigh, making you choke on your eggs a bit, you weren’t expecting that, at all.

“If you’re going to tease me, then I’m sure as hell going to tease you too darling.” Tom smirked, watching you squirm at his touch, even more when Harrison came back into the kitchen.

“Did I miss anything?” Harrison questioned, looking between the two of you, he could sense something had happened.

“Nope, just waiting on you man.” Tom shrugged, before glancing at you as you were trying to fight his hand off your leg.

“Y/N, maybe while we’re gone you should shower, you’re sweaty as hell.” Harrison groaned, grabbing his keys and script before heading for the door, Tom followed behind, but not before pressing his back against yours.

“When we get back, you’re so going to get it darling.” He whispered into your ear, making you shiver at his words.

The sexual tension between the two of you was unbearable, how your brother didn’t see that was beyond you.

Once you heard them leave you sprinted to take a shower, Harrison was right, you were sweaty, thanks to Tom and his fucking hands, sometimes you hated him for that reason.

The entire time they were gone you actually were productive, you cleaned your room, did your homework, which you probably did wrong, but it’s the effort that counts right?

You were sitting at your desk typing a paper when you heard talking from downstairs, it had been a few hours since they had left.

“Y/N, we’re back!” Harrison shouted, as you shouted an ’okay!’ back, as you finished up your paper.

You walked downstairs, seeing both of them outside at the pool, drinking some beers, you felt this was the perfect time to get back at him.

You walked outside, quietly approaching behind Tom before running your hands up his back, making him freeze at your touch.

“Hey guys, how was auditions?” You smiled, walking in front of them, seeing your brothers happy smile and Tom’s intense glare at you.

“They went great I believe, I think I really have a chance.” Harrison smiled excitedly, as you gave a thumbs up, before looking at Tom.

“What about you Holland?” You smirked, watching him struggle with his words.

“I think I did alright.” He huffed, before going to sit down somewhere far away from you.

You gave a shrug to Harrison, before wandering back inside, like you said before, two can play this game.

Day soon turned to night, and you were laying in your room, watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn when you heard your window open.

“Well hello stranger.” You teased, popping a piece of popcorn in your mouth as you watched Tom take his jacket off.

“You truly like to test me don’t you Y/N?” He chuckled darkly, making your eyes widen slightly.

You gave a small shrug, watching as he approached you slowly, making you freeze in your current position.

Sooner or later you both were in a heated makeout session, forget the movie, this was way better.

“W-We need to b-be quiet, H-Haz can h-hear..” You mumbled in-between kisses, but at this point Tom didn’t even care anymore.

“Let him hear.” He growled out, as you combed your fingers through his hair, things getting even more heated than before.

You both were so into the moment and each other you didn’t even hear the door open, revealing one shocked Harrison.

“-OKAY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING HERE?” Harrison yelled, startling the both of you as you both scooted away from each other.

“-WHAT THE FUCK MAN, THAT’S MY SISTER?” Harrison shouted, glaring at his best friend before looking at you, furry in his eyes.

“-AND YOU, HOW COULD YOU HOOK UP WITH MY BEST FRIEND, OF ALL PEOPLE Y/N!” Harrison screamed, making you shut your eyes tightly, this wasn’t how he was supposed to find out.

“Harrison, buddy, calm down, we can explain.” Tom spoke carefully, seeing that his best friend was a raging ball of furry.

Harrison took a deep breath, his eyes shut tightly.

“What is there to explain Tom? You fucked my sister, and you both were hiding this behind my back!” Harrison shouted, making you cover your face, your eyes getting watery.

“Haz, please! You have to understand, we didn’t want to tell you because of this reason.” You cried out, making him shake his head and laugh.

“Y/N, I have every right to be the way I am right now.” Harrison glared, looking between the two of you.

“No, no you don’t, you may be my brother, but I can date who I want, and I,” You paused, looking over at Tom who was watching you intently.

“I-I love him Haz.” You smiled slightly at Tom who’s face lit up, a smile forming on his lips.

“W-What?” Harrison stuttered, looking at you in shock, there was only one other time you had said you loved someone other than him, and it was your first real boyfriend that broke your heart.

“He makes me so happy Haz, I haven’t felt like this in a long time.” You admitted, watching your brothers face soften.

“He really does mean a lot to you doesn’t he?” Harrison spoke calmly, looking at how you were looking at Tom.

“He really does.” You smiled shyly, watching Tom grin and rub his thumb on your cheek gently.

You all sat there quietly before Harrison let out a sigh.

“Alright fine, you two can date, just be careful okay?” Harrison pinched the bridge of his nose, as you squealed with happiness.

“-BUT,” He interrupted, pointing a finger at Tom who’s eyes widened, “If you do anything to hurt my baby sister I will end you, got it? I don’t care if you’re my best friend or not.” Harrison glared, as Tom nodded rapidly, holding his hands up in surrender.

Harrison gave one more approving nod before leaving your room, you felt your heart beating out of your chest, that wasn’t what you were expecting to happen that night.

But as the night went on, you snuggled against his chest as he played with your hair as you both watched whatever movie was on TV, you finally felt at home, and it didn’t occur to you till now that Tom was your home, he always had been.

You felt him kiss your head, mumbling something into your hair.

“And for the record, I love you too.”

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sheddingtears · 7 years

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Nov.11.2013: Cell Phone

Summary: That morning, after one month of a "break", I suddenly found myself in the arms of my boyfriend (ex-boyfriend) on my bed. I guess he chose me in the end.

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I unwrap the scarf from my neck and set it down in a nearby chair. It's heavy in my hand. My hands feel heavy; my head feels heavy. It's silent in the room, so quiet white noise fills my ears and it's so loud. I look across and the boy's as tense as me. Actually I'm not. I feel...numb, tired, heavy. Except for that feel of gravity that keeps pulling me down in a bottomless pit. That feeling when you fall from the first drop in a rollercoaster, except it goes on forever.

The image of them hugging has not left my mind since lunch, when I found them. He looked as guilty as any committed boyfriend should be, and she didn't even have the courage to look me in the eye as she escaped the room.

I take my time to take in a deep breath. I didn't exactly think through it, considered the weight of my words; but I say it anyway.

"Let's take a break."

His head instantly snaps to me, fearful eyes so round. He gapes like a fish in electrical shock.

"You need to...sort this thing out with her," I fiddle with my jacket sleeves, "have a clear mind and actually think about it."

"But I—"

"—you're not going to carefully think it through with me around," I say in monotone. Currently I don't feel quite upset. I just ramble on whatever my mind wants to vomit out, "she's going to keep coming back to you and you're going to keep going to her. You can't have two things at once you just can't," I stress out then take another big breath.

"I'm letting us take a break, a breather," I move to grab my scarf, my movements sluggish and careless, "please figure it out with her. You need to, I need you to. Do it for me?" My voice cracks, my eyes blur from salted tears.

I clear my throat, out of dignity and move to wrap the scarf around me, "Give me a call or message when you're ready," I give him a sharp look, "only when you're ready again. Please don't contact me anytime beforehand. I trust you to look after my keys."

My thick red scarf is covering half of my small-formed face. My little smile probably isn't seen by him. Nonetheless I nodded, "good luck.

And I walked out.

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I don't exactly know how long it takes for a male specimen to clear things out with his former female counterpart, but I didn't think it would take more than a month to do so. By the end of the second week, my heart had no room for childish hope. His decision was clear enough.

Well at least give me some kind of message as closure.

I carelessly throw my bag and jacket over the couch. My bedroom is clean but today will be that first day when I begin to mess it up again. Gone is my blouse, my bra—onto the floor. Away is my pencil skirt and there it lies crumpled beneath my bed. Rolled up stockings hang over the chair and into my bed I go. Today is another one of those crappy tiring days at work. One of those days when I come home and do nothing but lie in my comforter and wait to fall asleep. Tommy would sit on the edge of the bed and stroke my cheeks until I drift away.

But Tommy isn't here is he?

.-.

An engulfing blanket of heat is the first thing on my mind when I wake. My room is usually five to ten degrees higher normal temperature. I like to blast the heat—door closed, windows shut tight. My duvet is heavy and thick. Sometimes I even have a soft woolen blanket over it. I prefer it burning. It's comfortable; warm. It's 'home'. But I don't like it stuffy. It expands and blows up my mind; I cannot move, feel, breathe.

And it's stuffy right now.

I move to push away my duvet. But I can't. I'm stuck. Something hard and heavy is on top of me, wrapped around me, trapping my body into the mattress. I huff a breath, and as it bounce back I catch a whip of warm cedar, a woody musk that is etched deep in the back of my mind, refusing to let go because I just love that scent so much. My chest expands but doesn't retract. Daring to rub my nose against firm hot skin, I finally let out a sigh. Of relief, of content.

He's back. He's here, with me, in my room, on my bed. He's holding me, clinging to me—arms caving in around my waist, legs tangled and locked between mine and neck curling against the top of my head. It must mean something right? The fact of his current existence here. Otherwise he would've just said something by phone and be done with it.

My phone.

The first thing I do when I wake up is to check my phone. Text, Facebook, e-mail then Tumblr—in that order. Sometimes my back account if I'm up for it. It wakes me up. And as pathetic as it sounds right now, I wiggle my hand out to grab my phone. I'm awake alright; head as clear as the night-sky in a desolate forest and blood as hot as adrenaline on fire. But did he call last night? After I went to sleep? Tommy would never enter my home without asking first, even if he did have a copy of my keys. It was part of that unnecessarily-polite trait of his.

There were no missed calls. Just two text messages from here. The first one, 'I'm coming in.', makes me flutter in glowing warmth. Then, sent five minutes before the first—a wall of text. 2:10AM.

'I don't know why I even agreed to that. Why I even considered giving her a chance and giving us a 'break'. There is no break. Never will be. Yes call me a dumbass for realising it just now. You're so beautiful. So selfless, so brave. Telling ME to go to her when you know you're hurting. We're over, me and her. I'm over. Completely, 100% this time. And it's disgraceful that it took a 'break' for me to figure that one out. I miss you. I'm outside your apartment now. I don't think you're awake. But I cant stand not being with you. I miss you. I'm going to you. Excuse me for entering without your permission.'

I'm wearing a big fat smile by the end of this. He never sends long messages, this descriptive, wordy, cheesy. He's a man of little words. Sending a short reply, I then throw aside my phone, I wormed my arms under his and snuggled against his naked chest. He's here. I can tolerate a little stuffiness.

And then, a wave pain comes crashing from my stomach. That familiar knot grows in my throat as I try to swallow it down. I whimper. And tears start to pour. I'm so glad. So glad, so glad, so glad. It's almost like a dream. I shut my eyes with another whimper, the droplets exploding from my eyelids. It's not a dream. Because he's here, he's really here. He chose me.

'I missed you.'

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There is another instance when I arouse from sleep again. Out of habit, I grab my phone and check. A new text message, half an hour ago.

'Good morning. Not as much as I missed you.'

My smile beams. I peek up to find him still asleep. His hand laid still on my cheek. He probably knows I cried. Pathetic.

Waking up to him a second time seems more real to me. The first time, it was like Tommy wasn't here and then all of a sudden he was. The second time, he was here and he still is now. Here to stay. And for the first time, I feel safe to say it. To tell him. I am secure and confident and determined. The warmth of his musk lulls me back into sleep, but not before sending my response.

'I love you'

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This time, when I'm awake, I'm facing the other side of the bed. On my side, with that familiar body curled against my back. With anticipation, I reach for my phone. Disappointment hits my smile real hard when I see nothing in my notifications. I check my messages—my last sent message was an hour ago. Could he still be sleeping?

A big hand crawls up to cup my face, tilts my head back and forces me to look into sultry green eyes. I took a leap inside my chest. Tommy gives a loopy smile and pecks me on the forehead.

"I love you too."

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Randomly thought of this scene and then it evolved into a cute little text-conversation/confession. Hope it's fluffy but not cliché!

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