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Uncharted Territory : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 9.1k wc, Reader finds herself working on the set of one of Tom’s movies in an attempt to escape her stalker. Only, it seems she can’t outrun her troubles even in another country. This means y/n and Tom find themselves in uncharted territory as they try to navigate their way through the ordeal. Dark, stalker, hurt comfort, protective, injury comfort, angst to fluff. Happy ending.

Warnings: dark theme(s), violence, curse words, guns and gunshots, wounds/injuries, blood/bleeding, stalkers, stalker behavior, break-ins, and related.

This was a Ko-fi request by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires Thank you again for the support 💜

“You coming?” Tom asked as he approached y/n. He and a few others from the cast and crew were going out for drinks. He’d worked with y/n by now, but hadn’t spent much time with her outside of work.

Y/n gave Tom an appreciate smile but shook her head. “No, but thank you,” she replied politely.

“Do you prefer to do something else instead?” Tom offered with a smile.

“Oh,” y/n startled. “No, that’s okay,” she promised. She felt bad, Tom had always been nice and was going out of his way to make sure she was invited tonight. But, she couldn’t accept the offer, it would make her too susceptible to having her past repeated.

“Have I offended you in some way?” Tom asked gently, his smile having disappeared.

“What?” Y/n gushed as she shook her head quickly. “No, of course not!” She replied.

“Okay, well if you decide to join us all later, you know where we’ll be,” Tom proposed, a faint smile on his face again.

Y/n gave Tom another small smile and nodded. She felt bad, and truly wanted to be able to go. But she couldn’t risk getting close. Especially not to a guy. She had came all the way to Berlin for work in order to get away, she wasn’t going to undo that.

Y/n groaned to herself as she cleaned up her table. Today had been a total disaster. It was one thing after another. They’d basically got nothing done on set today and the director wasn’t handling it well.

“Ice cream is on me,” Tom commented warmly as he appeared from around the corner.

Y/n quickly looked up and visibly hesitated. But, she was quick to see how Tom’s immediate reaction to her hesitation showed he’d taken it personally. She had rejected spending time with him since they met. Although to be fair, she’d done that with everyone since she arrived. Only, the others had quickly given up on her ending her isolation; whereas Tom hadn’t. Y/n knew she had likely been being paranoid. Nothing had really happened since she arrived. And she was kinda tired of spending each night alone and having no one to talk to. Perhaps ice-cream with a co-worker wasn’t the end of the world. “Okay, sure,” she agreed.

It came as a surprise to herself, but y/n found herself and Tom growing closer over the last few weeks. In fact, she actually now considered him a friend. It was strange and slightly worrisome still, but also comforting. Especially given she was certain she was slowly losing her mind to her paranoia.

Y/n had gotten a handful of calls from unknown numbers over the past two days. All of which were silent when she would answer. She knew odds were it was simply telemarketers, but it still made her anxious. So spending time hanging out with Tom was helpful in that it distracted her from the suspicious calls.

While they’d certainly gotten closer lately, y/n still hadn’t expected for Tom to ask her out today during lunch. She also hadn’t expected herself to say yes so quickly and freely. Granted, that breeziness didn’t last long. As y/n was now in an empty bathroom stall as she tried not to suffer a panic attack.

Y/n knew she had feelings for Tom, but that was simply another reason she tried to stay away from him when they first met. However, as they’d hung out together as friends, her feelings only grew. He was just as respectful and friendly as she suspected he was upon seeing him interact with others the day he had arrived on set here in Berlin. Perhaps that’s why she was so comfortable accepting his offer instead of letting her paranoia cloud her mind and change her decision. She didn’t regret it, but she knew she’d need to still be on edge. At least until she could somehow ensure she could determine he wasn’t like Michael.

Y/n smiled to herself as she walked into her rental. She quickly locked the door behind her, but the smile didn’t leave her face. She’d just gotten back from her latest date with Tom and had a wonderful night.

Y/N’s smile evaporated the second she entered her tiny kitchenette area. She squinted hesitantly at the counter. There was a small pile of mail she’d opened but not dealt with yet on her counter. That wasn’t the odd part though; she’d left that there this morning. What was concerning was y/n swore she’d left her pen directly on top of the pile of mail. Only now the pen was haphazardly set to the side of the stack of documents.

Y/n sighed loudly as she ran her hands down her face. It could’ve rolled off the top of the stack; it was a pen after all. She was just being paranoid again and looking for trouble. Things had been going too well lately that her mind was getting defensive. She just needed to calm down. Surely if someone had been in here, there’d be other signs of it.

Y/n took a deep breath and decided to double check that she’d locked the door. Once she was sure that it was locked, she made her way to her bedroom space and plugged her phone in before it could die in case she needed it tonight. She then grabbed her bottle of anxiety meds from beside her bed and took one. Surely after enough time, she’d not need them anymore. She just had to let herself see that she was safe now. Time would help with that.

“Come on, love,” Tom nudged teasingly as he snuggled up to y/n. They’d been sharing crazy stories about how something that went wrong resulted in something positive down the road. Tom had explained how his Uber driver had told him he wasn’t going to get the role of Spider-Man while he was on the way to his audition. He had told y/n how as much as it had hurt and seemed like a bad omen, it actually increased his nerves and made him have this buzzing energy that matched Peter Parker’s character really well. Y/n had vaguely answered Tom’s question by stating that her ending up as part of the production crew for the movie they were working on and had met through (Uncharted) was actually the result of a situation gone wrong back home.

“It’s not fun like yours,” y/n explained with a fake light laugh.

Tom noticed the way y/n wouldn’t look at him and how her hands started to shake slightly. He quickly grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly. “‘ey, love, it’s okay,” he promised. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay”.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, filled with guilt.

Tom nodded quickly. “Of course, darling, you don’t have to answer. I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t answer just because it has a different tone in nature than my story,” he explained.

“It’s a bit dark,” y/n admitted, staring up at Tom.

Tom nodded again. “That’s okay, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” he promised, kissing her cheek.

“I don’t want you to see me differently,” y/n mumbled quietly, her eyes staring at her lap.

Tom frowned. “Y/n, I don’t know what’s going on,” he acknowledged softly. “But, I promise you that won’t happen, love,” Tom vowed.

Y/N’s eyes lifted up and she stared at Tom I’m silence for a moment, contemplating. “Okay,” she whispered. She took an audibly deep breath. “So… I- I ended up here because I had to get away from someone back home,” y/n explained vaguely. “I basically ran… changed my info and fled.” “And, yeah, that’s what brought me to Berlin,” she laughed humorlessly.

“You had to get away from someone?” Tom questioned cautiously. “Was it an ex?” he wondered out loud.

“No.” Y/n shook her head. “Not exactly… He-he wanted to be, I guess..,” she replied. “But we were just friends”. Her hands shook slightly as she recalled how it went down.

“I see, I’m sorry, love,” Tom said gently. “Did he hurt you?” He questioned, his worried eyes scanning y/n.

“No,” y/n answered quickly. Upon seeing Tom’s visible disbelief, she sighed. “Not physically at least,” she explained.

Tom nodded slowly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It sounds crazy,” y/n admitted.

Tom frowned and took ahold of y/n’s shaking hands. “He stalked you,” he guessed.

“How did-“ y/n panicked.

“I’ve had experience with stalkers before, they make you feel constantly on edge,” Tom sympathized. “That’s the only explanation for why you would think it would sound crazy,” he acknowledged. “Plus, love, it explains why you were so distant before”.

Y/n’s gaze dropped from Tom’s face guiltily. “Yeah… sorry about that,” she mumbled.

Tom lovingly squeezed y/n’s hand as he held her closer. “Don’t be.” “Just know, I won’t let him hurt you anymore,” he whispered into her hair.

“Tom,” y/n sighed.

“I do not mean to minimize what you went though,” Tom promised. “I simply do not want you to have to live in fear. I’ll help keep you safe as best as I can.” “I can get you some security if you need for when filming is over and you go back,” he offered calmly, smiling faintly as y/n relaxed some and leaned into him more.

Y/n smiled shyly but appreciatively.

Tom and y/n sat quietly for a little, Tom letting her steady her breathing. However, he noticed how she seemed to be bendy looking around the room. This helped him realize that while her breathing had slowed, she was clearly still somewhat distraught. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, holding her hands tightly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I-,” y/n looked up at Tom. She shook her head. “I d-do-don’t think so,” she stuttered. She curled the side of her lip up out of self pity. “I mean, I got a restraining order, ch-changed my name, flew to Berlin,” she trailed off, “but…”

“But?” Tom pressed.

“I still panic over every weird occurrence,” y/n blurted.

Tom squinted. He tried to trace back the areas y/n had been nervously looking at earlier for clues. “What do you mean?”

“It sounds paranoid without context… Maybe even with context… but,” y/n rambled bashfully.

Tom squeezed y/n’s hands supportively. “If you want to provide me with the context, I’m open to hearing it. Either way, I doubt it’ll sound paranoid knowing what you said you went through,” he sympathized.

Y/n nodded in agreement. “It’s kinda a long story,” she warned.

“I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to you, love,” Tom said.

Y/n bit back a small smile. It wasn’t hard when her focus shifted from Tom’s kind words to what she was about to disclose. “I… had this friend, Michael,” she murmured. “H-he and I would go to the movies, or hangout together a lot. He never asked me out; which is good, ‘cause I never saw him that way”. She frowned as she continued her story. “Yet, it was because of that that I didn’t know he saw me that way. Not until he started getting a bit possessive when I spent more time with other people.” She looked up nervously, only to be greeted by Tom’s compassionate gaze. “I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was staying with my cousin and his wife one weekend and posted about it… Michael got mad and … and asked who it was, why I didn’t tell him, and all of that kind of stuff.”

Y/n tucked her legs under her as she hesitantly let herself lean into Tom’s comforting embrace. “We got into a fight over it,” she recalled as Tom rubbed her back, “I said I needed space to myself in order to see if we could still stay friends after the weirdness.” She groaned to herself as the memories flowed. “I thought he was respecting that… but instead, he just started hiding his possessive traits.”

“It took me what I think was maybe, a week, to notice that he was following me,” y/n confessed with a scowl. “When I called him out on it, he apologized and… and pl-pleaded to let him make it up to me.” She shivered faintly, recovering when Tom rubbed her bare arms lovingly. “I told him that I needed to think and he began calling me, all day, every day, every hour of the night, to try to get through to me. I told him to stop but he didn’t.” She gritted her teeth as she reprocessed the events. “I blocked him… and then he started showing up everywhere and these ‘gifts’ started arriving at my house.” Y/n shook her head against Tom’s chest out of frustration. “I got a restraining order as I’d ran out of options, but the police did nothing as they said it was coincidental and I couldn’t prove it was him,” she explained.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Tom’s waist as he continued to hold her. “The part where I ended up here because of it, happened to be that, one night, I got a call saying that I was offered a spot on the production crew for Uncharted that I’d applied for months before.” She smiled faintly as she spoke about her change in luck. “I had my friend verify the offer, so I knew it wasn’t a trap from him,” y/n detailed. “When she mentioned the only issue she saw was that it was in Berlin, I saw it as a chance. I immediately changed my last name so that it wouldn’t show on any passports or flight registries, ordered a new emergency-rushed passport, and flew out here,” she concluded. “So, yeah, that’s me,” y/n added in an attempt to soften the tension caused by the rest of her words.

“That’s not you,” Tom murmured. He pressed a light kiss to the top of y/n’s head.

“What?” Y/n whimpered in a hushed voice.

“That’s something you went through,” Tom acknowledged with a frown. “But, it’s not who you are, y/n,” he soothed. He tightened his grip on her as she melted into his side. “I’m really sorry you had to deal with that.” Tom took a deep breath and intentionally focused on making his voice as soft as possible. “But, I have to ask, when you said there was something you were going to say that would make you sound paranoid, what was it?”

“Oh,” y/n laughed to herself. “That,” she mumbled, “right”. “Well,” she sighed loudly, “it’s just..”. A few moments of silence passed after she had trailed off before y/n spoke again. “See that picture frame?” Y/n asked as she pointed across the room to the shelf by her TV.

Tom nodded. “Yes, the one with you, and who I’m assuming is a friend of yours?” he asked to confirm he had tracked y/n’s finger-pointing back to the correct frame.

“Yeah,” y/n agreed.

Tom nodded again.

“Well, I…” y/n sighed. She truly felt crazy. “I could’ve sworn it was at a slightly different angle yesterday,” she admitted.

“Hmm,” Tom nodded. He looked around her room as he asked, “anything else?”

“What?” Y/n questioned, having been caught off guard by Tom’s response.

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?” Tom clarified.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” Y/n asked, her eyes slightly widened.

“Not in the least,” Tom argued. “Hopefully it’s nothing,” he reassured, “but the fear is valid, and it doesn’t hurt to consider the possibility”. He wrapped his arms more securely around y/n in hopes it would help her feel protected and safe now.

Y/n was beyond appreciative over having been respected about what she felt might be paranoia. “Ummm, well…,” she mumbled. After reminding herself that Tom seemed to trust her instincts, she felt comfortable continuing to explain the weird things that had been occurring. “I’ve also been getting weird calls… with no one on the other end.”

Tom’s brows furrowed as he gazed down at y/n. He pouted to himself. “How long ago was this?” he asked.

“I got one earlier today,” y/n informed Tom.

Tom nodded. He gently tilted y/n’s head up so he could look into her eyes. “If it happens again, can you let me answer?”

“You want to answer it?” Y/n questioned in bewilderment.

Tom simply nodded. “I was sincere when I said I want to help,” he promised.

“Okay,” y/n nodded. “Thank you”.

“No,” Tom whispered, stroking y/n’s cheek. “Thank you for being willing to let me know and trusting me to help”.

“Tom…” y/n trailed off. Her hesitant eyes were focused in on Tom’s patient ones.

“Yeah?” Tom replied.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. “I wanted to explain that’s also why I… asked for us to stay a secret,” she frowned. “I don’t want my face getting out there, you know..”

“Of course,” Tom gushed supportively. “And darling, you don’t have to explain things like that, it’s your choice, my love.” He smiled softly as he ran his thumb over y/n’s cheek. “Nonetheless, I completely understand.”

“STOP!” Y/n shouted, her body violently flying forward from her sleeping position. She felt the air from the fan tickling her sweaty forehead. Her eyes were widened and she felt dehydrated. She felt someone grab her hand, causing her distant startled gaze to snap towards where her hand was resting on the bed. She quickly traced the hand back until she saw Tom watching her worriedly.

Y/n let out a shaky choked sob. Her eyes shifted away from Tom’s face in embarrassment. She felt him cautiously wrap his arms around her and bring her to his chest. “I’m… I…I’m sorry, T-Tom,” she apologized.

Tom gently shushed y/n and rubbed her back as she buried her face into his torso. He frowned to himself, hating that the woman he loved was so traumatized. He whispered soothing words as he held her tightly. He made sure to let her know that she was safe and that it was okay that she reacted this way to her nightmare.

Tom had almost gotten y/n back to a completely calm state when her phone began to ring. He felt her stiffen in his arms, making his frown return. He quickly reached over to the nightstand and picked up her cellphone. Tom squinted at the screen angrily but upon feeling y/n shimmy against him to try to see, he tilted the screen for her so she could check it first.

When y/n froze upon seeing the unknown number on her phone yet again, Tom delicately pulled her back to him. “Is it the silent call?” He asked her. Upon her nodding slowly, Tom shifted his jaw and pressed answer as he moved the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Tom answered. He heard nothing in the background. Not even things or people shuffling around. The other side of the call was completely silent. “Either respond now, or stop calling this number,” Tom commanded. He waited for a response, but still, none came. He glared at the phone as the line went dead.

Tom silenced y/n’s phone before placing it back where he’d gotten it from. He adjusted the blankets to completely cover y/n’s shaking frame. Once she was covered properly, he securely wrapped his arms around her as he began to try and soothe her again.

The night Tom had learned about y/n’s history and comforted her after her related nightmare, the couple hardly slept as she was on edge for awhile after the call. But, after that night these weird occurrences suddenly stopped. It was so sudden in fact, that y/n was a bit fearful that Tom might be connected to Michael somehow. However, she calmed herself down and realized that was crazy as Michael wouldn’t have stopped now because of that even if Tom did have a secret connection to him; there would’ve been no reason to. In fact, one would expect if that were the case for Michael to feel more comfortable and increase his stalking behaviors. So, y/n figured she was just being paranoid from the very start as it had now been over two weeks without anything weird happening.

Y/n yawned lightly as she unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Her tiredness quickly turned to glee upon seeing the decorations Tom must’ve set up. They had agreed to staying in for date night tonight. Y/n had given him her spare key since she knew she’d be having to work at least an extra hour longer than he did on set today. She figured he could let himself in and get comfortable until she got there. She’d texted him about twenty minutes ago to let him know she was finally done on set. Given the romantic dinner that was currently set for two and rose petals covering the floor, he must’ve utilized that extra time to set this up. While she’d been expecting a more casual night in, she appreciated the sentiment.

Y/n walked further into her apartment, blissfully unaware to what was about to happen. Just as she’d approached the dining table, she felt a cold metallic pressure on the side of her head. Her body began to panic but she forced her mind to remain calm. Y/n turned at a glacial speed towards where the cold metal sensation was. Michael. She swallowed thickly as her dramatically widened eyes took in the way her stalker was suddenly standing directly beside her, a handgun barrel pressed against her head. Before she could find the words to say, or any words that is, Michael gripped her shoulder and motioned for her to sit.

Y/n’s hands nervously sat in her lap as she gazed across the decorated dining table. Michael was already staring back at her. While his appearance still filled her with terror, it was slightly better than it had been with the gun pressed against her.

“Eat, beautiful girl,” Michael said, waving the gun loosely around as he used it to point to y/n’s plate. “Come on, it’s our date night,” he encouraged when she didn’t move, “wouldn’t want the food to get cold”.

Y/n eyed the overbooked steak on the plate in front of her. Had Michael poisoned it? Would he do that? He liked her right? So surely he wouldn’t want her dead.. right? Had he somehow figured out about her relationship with Tom? If so, was that enough to make him try to poison her in retaliation? It’s not like she was even hungry. Not anymore. Any appetite she had when she walked in the door left the second she saw him. But she didn’t want to piss Michael off by not eating it either. Perhaps she could play it off.

Y/n poked her fork at the steak. “I.. uhh… I was actually going to try being vegetarian,” she lied.

“Since when?” Michael asked, seemingly deeply interested in the topic.

“I’ve thought about it for awhile,” y/n said slowly as she inventoried her surroundings. “A co-worker… o-on set showed me.. a… a video today though,” she rambled, biting her lip as she realized her only possible escape would be the front door.

“A vegan propaganda video,” Michael commented judgingly with a look of irritation on his face.

Y/n nodded nervously, her fear returning as her eyes made their way back to the gun in Michael’s hand.

“No worries, babe,” Michael said casually, “it’s sweet you care that much”. “We can still enjoy our night together,” he grinned.

Y/n nodded anxiously yet again, not wanting to offend Michael. “What are you doing here?” She asked. As appalling as this was, at least he was having positive feelings for her not anger against her at the moment. She hoped to keep it that way while also finding a way through this. If she somehow survived the night with him, maybe she could sneakily tell Tom tomorrow on set? Tom. How was she going to warn him to stay away? Did she want him to? Or did she selfishly want him to come over and help her? Could he help her? Was it selfish of her to want him to?

"I’ll have you know,” Michael groaned as he set his gun on the table beside his plate. He paused as he took a moment to enjoy a bite of his overcooked steak. “It wasn’t easy, you were really hard to track down, you know that," he complained.

Y/n’s brows furrowed. Not hard enough, evidently. “Oh,” she whispered. “How did you?” Y/n dared ask even though her voice shook as she worried if Michael would take offense to the question.

Michael actually appeared happy when the question left y/n’s mouth. He smirked as he pulled out his phone. The smirk shifted to a grimace as he glared at something pulled up on the screen. A few seconds later, Michael turned the screen towards y/n to show her.

On Michael’s phone was a picture of y/n and Tom. Given the weird angle and the setting, y/n knew it had clearly been taken by either a fan or paparazzi. Fortunately, as to not further anger Michael, the photo was innocent enough. In the unauthorized photo, y/n was sitting very closely to Tom and he had his arm over her; but that was it. The unfortunate part was that it was taken without their knowledge and leaked online for anyone to see; including her stalker Michael.

“Your new guy friend seems to have a large social presence,” Michael commented with blatant disgust.

Y/n ignored Michael’s attempt to act as if he hadn’t heard of Tom Holland before seeing the photo of her and him together. She nodded slowly, “that’s how.. How you knew I was in Berlin…”. Y/n placed her arms on the table, intentionally laying them over the utensils. She ignored the way the ends of the silverware dug into her skin as she asked Michael how he got inside her apartment.

“That was a bit trickier,” Michael confessed, but was still smug about it. “Especially given the name change,” he tsked. “Which, is too bad. I liked your real last name babe,” he complimented, reaching out and taking hold of y/n’s hands across the table.

Y/n froze and her body tensed. She couldn’t pull away without upsetting Michael. But it made her physically nauseated to be touching him. Or rather, to have him touching her.

Michael took y/n’s sudden tension as an implication that she felt bad about changing her last name. “It’s okay honey,” he nearly purred, squeezing her hands for good measure. “Both are nice. Any name is nice on you.” Michael let go of her hands as he resumed eating his meal. “Anyways, dear, to answer your question,” he mumbled with food in his mouth. “Once I went through the list of names for the cast and crew, I realized the name change, but thought it was just a mistake.” He shrugged casually as he continued, “nonetheless, I then name dropped your new last name when I got to set and asked for an extra key”. He smirked to himself, his eyes flickering up to meet y/n’s . “I’m sure you’re wondering how I was able to get one,” he said excitedly. “I pretended to be one of your co-workers who was running behind on their tasks and needed to get some papers you had left at home by accident and said I didn’t have time to get the key from you directly,” he bragged.

Y/n slowly dragged her arms back to her. She was careful to do it gradually as to not accidentally drop the streak knife on the floor in the process. As good of a plan as it was, she still felt very stupid in that moment. She should’ve told the others on set about Michael. She’d wanted to get away and leave it all behind her. But by not telling anyone, she let him worm his way back into her life so easily. She should’ve told the crew so they’d not be so naïve. But it was too late for that now. “Wow,” she murmured, hoping it came across as being impressed and not terrified. “S-so,.. wh-when did you get here?” Y/n questioned as her wrists hit the edge of the table. The serrated knife dropped to her lap; the sound muffled by her question.

“Nearly a month ago,” Michael answered breezily.

“What?” Y/n gasped, practically choking on air. A month?! Those weird occurrences had been Michael after all! She wasn’t paranoid. He’d been in her new apartment.

“I didn’t want to rush things,” Michael defended, his tone suddenly tighter. “We both know how that went last time.” He sighed. “But, I was the one who cleaned up the files in your kitchen, dusted your picture frames, and made your bed that day you forgot,” he grinned. “I also checked in on days I wanted to give you space but also wanted to check on you,” Michael added.

“That was you,” y/n murmured to herself as she thought back through all the crazy things that had happened.

“Of course that was me babe,” Michael scoffed. “Babe, I had to be sure you were taken care of”. He gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the gun beside him. “I’ll be honest, I’m not too fond of this… Tom, guy though, that you’ve brought into our lives,” he complained.

Y/n faltered. At this point, she didn’t know how to proceed. She didn’t know what Michael knew or perceived. “I- I-…” she stuttered nervously.

"I mean, really, babe?” Michael groaned as he shook his head. “Why be with Tom Holland?” “What does he have that I don't?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He isn’t a stalkerish psycho,” y/n blurted. "So it’s more of what he doesn’t do that you do,” she said, her hand quickly covering her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Well, there went trying to keep Michael ‘on her side’.

Michael instantly gripped the gun with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. His face demonstrated his sudden but deep agitation. “You’re a hard one to please, dear,” he nearly hissed. “But, no worries, in time I’ll learn your intricacies.” Michael let go of the gun as he rose to pour y/n some wine.

Y/n watched in anger and fear as Michael got closer. She was beyond fed up of trying to run and hide from him. She was tired of him altogether. She just wanted her life back. “Wh-What do you want from me, Michael?”

Michael squinted at y/n in confusion. “To be with me,” he said simply.

Y/n swallowed as she scooted her chair back slightly. “I’ve told you-“ she reminded gently.

“I know,” Michael nodded. “You see me as a friend,” he acknowledged briefly. “But, friends often become more than friends. You just need to give me a chance”.

“I did,” y/n argued angrily. She’d given him a chance to still be her friend after the first incident. But things hadn’t gotten any better.

Michael squeezed the wine bottle tightly until it broke. He sighed as y/n gasped and leapt from her seat in a panic. But, he nonetheless calmly cleaned up the mess as if it wasn’t some angry outburst. “I meant a real chance, dear,” he corrected though his teeth. “We’ll have time for that soon enough though”.

Y/n utilized Michael looking at the broken shards of glass from the wine bottle to slip the serrated steak knife into her back pocket. “What do you mean?” She asked, partially out of fear and partially to keep him talking. She’d try to wait this out, but if things went wrong, at least she now had a defensive option/weapon.

“I know you enjoy working on set here,” Michael said with what was likely an attempt at a sympathetic frown. “But, our relationship needs to come first, not work”.

“Relationship?” Y/n questioned, stepping back further from the table; and from Michael.

Michael groaned loudly as he picked the gun back up. But, he kept it low and at his side. “I don’t appreciate the fake dumb act, dear,” he scolded. “You’re far too smart for that babe,” he said with a glare, as if in warning. But, Michael quickly snapped back to an overly welcoming expression. “Now, as I was saying,” he redirected happily, “you’ll be coming with me when I leave Berlin tomorrow”. He stepped to the side of the table to approach y/n. “I’ve got your room already set up,” Michael smiled.

Y/n took another step back as she kept her eyes on Michael. “M-my… room?” She questioned. “Leave?”. Y/n rapidly shook her head. “Michael, I’m sorry, but, I think you’re confused,” She tried to empathize.

“I’m not confused!” Michael shouted. His right hand smacked loudly against the table beside him. The dishes rang out in the otherwise quiet room as they tried to steady themselves. “Sorry, dear,” Michael murmured upon seeing y/n’s fear. “Now, as I was saying,” he sighed.

Y/n jumped as a sudden knock hit her door. Someone was here. Tom. It was likely Tom. She still hadn’t settled on whether or not she wanted him to be here for this. Nor if it was okay for her to want such a thing. But that didn’t matter, because Michael had already stomped over to the front door.

Y/n watched silently as Michael peered through the door hole. She noticed the way he gripped the handle of his gun tighter as he glared through the tiny circular window. She froze with wide eyes as he spun towards her suddenly.

“Why is he here?” Michael spat as he stormed towards y/n, waving his gun frantically.

“W-well…,” y/n mumbled quietly. “W-We had a date n-night pl-“ she tried to defend cautiously.

Michael pointed the gun at y/n’s forehead as he glared at her. “No, WE had a date night planned,” he hissed, moving his pointer finger to the trigger. “Get rid of him,” he commanded. Michael grabbed y/n’s bicep and tugged her towards the door.

Y/n nodded frantically. “Tom, I’m coming!” she dared to call out. At least this way Tom would know she was home. That way he wouldn’t just leave and she might even be able to secretly alert him to get her help. She yelped as Michael’s free hand suddenly clapped over her mouth.

Michael dug the barrel into the side of y/n’s head. He lowered the hand from her lips and nodded towards the front door. “Casually!” He whispered harshly. “Don’t act so fearful,” he said, his voice softening drastically, “it’s just me”. When y/n refused to move, he nudged her forward. “Now, go”.

“Don’t act fearful says when there’s a gun to your head,” y/n mumbled to herself as she moved away from Michael. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She schooled her expression into what she hoped would meet Michael’s demands.

Tom looked up from the flowers and wine in his hand as he heard the creaking of y/n’s door. His heart dropped upon making eye contact with her. She was clearly not herself. “Love, what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly.

Y/n resisted a small smile at how attentive Tom was. She shook her head and gave him a sad frown. “I.. uhh…,” she mumbled, pausing when she felt the cold metallic of Michael’s gun move back to the side of her head. “I’m not f-feeling well,” she stated, avoiding eye contact with Tom.

“I can see that, darling,” Tom frowned. He discarded the wine and flowers on the ground beside y/n’s door. “What happened? Did you get another ca-” he began to ask.

Y/n cut Tom off before he could finish his question. She knew he was going to ask if Michael had called her again, and that was the last thing she needed right now. “I-.. I’m sick,” she lied weakly.

Tom squinted. “Does your head hurt?” He interrogated as he scanned y/n’s face.

“What?” Y/n croaked.

Tom pouted, his brows furrowed. “You’ve been crying,” he stated.

Y/n lifted a shaky hand to her face. She hadn’t realized she’d cried at some point between arriving home to Michael’s intrusion and now. But, as her fingers trailed over her cheeks, she realized Tom was right. “O-oh, just-just feeling crummy, is all,” she tried.

Tom didn’t want to pry if y/n needed a night alone. But something told him he shouldn’t leave. If she was truly that sick, he should stay to take care of her. “Why don’t I help?” He offered, taking her hands in his. “I have a strong immune system and can order us some soup-”.

Y/n rapidly shook her head, making Tom release her hands and take a respectful step back to give her space. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she?. “I.. it’s not that kind of sick,” she explained. After she noticed the confusion in Tom’s face, she added, “and I just want to sleep”. She felt guilty for the way Tom’s face dropped even more. “Raincheck?”

Tom was still internally questioning the circumstances. But, he wanted to respect y/n’s boundaries so he nodded slowly. “Of course, darling,” he agreed. Tom knew he had to push aside the worry that came with seeing y/n’s wild eyes and clammy skin; she’d all but asked him to leave multiple times now, he needed to do as she asked. “I.. I’ll see you on set tomorrow then, yeah?” He questioned still feeling something was off.

Y/n nodded reluctantly, not wanting to make a promise she wasn’t sure she would be around to keep.

Tom slowly stepped closer, watching for any signs that y/n didn’t want him to give her a goodnight kiss. When she didn’t show any rejection, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Goodnight darling,” Tom whispered, “feel better”.

“Th-thank you,” y/n replied with a small sad smile. Would that be their last kiss? She had to do something. “Goodnight, T-Thomas,” she croaked, making eye contact with him one last time before stepping back to close her door.

Michael dragged y/n away from her front door by her elbow. “What was that kiss?” He growled. Michael glared at y/n as she looked down and tried to stifle her crying. He sighed and pulled y/n into his arms. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he confessed, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head. Michael didn’t seem to notice the way y/n shook in his arms, crying more forcefully now. “Shhh,” he said, it coming off as a demand. When her cries softened in volume, he grinned and squeezed her against him, “that’s my girl”.

Y/n could no longer miss the fact that she was crying. At this point, her tears were actively streaming down both of her puffy cheeks. “Please!” she pleaded, trying to wedge her hands up between her and Michael’s chest to push him back.

Before Michael could react to y/n’s pleas, the front door swung open.

Tom had quietly waited outside after y/n shut the door; unable to ignore the worry he was feeling. His concerns had only amplified when y/n called him Thomas instead of Tom. She never did that. Something was wrong. He was just glad that he hadn’t heard the sound of y/n locking her door after closing it; suggesting it was still unlocked. As such, he readied himself and threw the door open.

Michael spun towards the door, allowing y/n to wiggle free from his grip. He glared at Tom as the man ran towards him with rage in his eyes. As Tom dove into his torso, Michael’s gun slipped from his hold. Meaning the two ended up in a brief hand-to-hand tussle.

After a successful knee strike against Michael, Tom rushed towards y/n. He prayed his grabbing her wouldn’t scare her, but he had to act quickly. Tom gently, but securely, grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him. He positioned himself between her and Michael. “I know it’s hard,” Tom whispered breathily. “But, I need you to trust me,” he explained as he shifted them so they continued to face Michael as the man stalked closer. “Everything is going to be alright,” Tom promised as he reached back and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Do as I, darling, I’ll get you out of here”.

“What do you think you’re doing, mate?” Tom asked Michael as he tried to plan a way to get y/n to safety. “Just leave her be”.

Michael glared at the couple as he stormed closer. “She’s mine,” he growled.

“She’s not property, mate,” Tom corrected with an eye roll. He held his palm out flatly behind his back to signal for y/n to stop; to stay where she was. Tom took several steps forward, towards Michael and away from y/n.

Michael closed the remaining distance between him and Tom, glaring the whole time. “Don’t talk about her,” he growled. Now that he was within striking distance, he raised his fist.

“Hide! Now!” Tom advised as he blocked Michael’s fist with his palm. As he watched y/n run out of the room and into the hallway, he counterattacked, trying to swipe Michael off his feet. It worked, but on the way down, the stalker tried to pull Tom with him. Thank God for the fight training he had to do for Spider-Man and Uncharted!

Tom and Michael wrestled for several minutes. Tom knew the creep was muttering something, but he didn’t bother to try to decipher it. All that mattered was trying to subdue him so y/n could get away. However, Tom’s plans halted when it appeared that Michael had somehow found the gun he’d dropped earlier, and now he had Tom at gunpoint.

Michael grinned wickedly at Tom as he stood up and signaled for Tom to remain kneeling. He used his free hand to wipe the blood from his busted lip. “Y/n, dear!” He called out as he moved behind Tom to hook his arm around his torso. When she didn’t come out of hiding, he groaned loudly and placed his finger on the trigger. “If you don’t come out babe, I’m going to shoot this idiot,” he threatened.

“Don-” Tom groaned as he wriggled in Michael’s hold. “Don’t!” He shouted, hoping y/n wouldn’t listen to the stalker’s demands.

“Shut the hell up!” Michael snapped, tightening his hold on Tom. He pulled Tom closer, making Tom’s back more flush against his torso and dug the barrel of his gun into Tom’s temple. “Y/n, if you care about your friend, you’ll-” he warned.

Y/n’s appearance in the living room cut Michael’s threat off. She stared with wide eyes as she stood before Tom and Michael. This was her mess; she got Tom into this. She needed to get him out of it. “I-I’ll go,” she said with a visible gag. “I’ll-”.

“No!” Tom shouted as he fought against Michael. He even brought his elbow backwards into the man’s torso. But, this only resulted in Michael digging the barrel further into his temple.

“Stop!” Y/n begged. She didn’t care that she’d given up any leverage she may have had. Tom needed to get out of here. No one else needed to suffer. “Just,” y/n cried, “just stop hurting him, hurting anyone, and…” She swallowed thickly, “and then… I’ll go”.

“Y/n!” Tom hissed as he stared at her with wide pleading eyes. “Don’t do this!”

“Willingly,” Michael added. When y/n didn’t seem to understand his statement, he stared at her expectantly.

Y/n nodded shakily. “Y-yes,” she whispered. “Wi-will….,” she paused. After she took a deep breath, y/n cleared her throat. “Willingly,” she lied, the words barely choked out before her tears started to fall. It was a lie, it wasn’t willingly. Nothing about this was willingly done. But she would willingly choose to protect Tom. Besides, she knew there was no way Michael was going to just let Tom live. She knew he saw him as a threat. He was just currently using him as leverage. So, y/n figured she might as well try to flip the situation on Michael.

Tom shook as he scratched at Michael’s arm that was wrapped across his front. “Y/n,” he pleaded, “no, don’t do this! Please!”

Y/n shot Tom a sympathetic look. She wanted to try to silently communicate that she wasn’t going as willingly as she stated, but she couldn’t risk Michael noticing. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.

Michael hummed cockily. “That’s my girl,” he declared with a grin. “I knew you’d choose me”. He slowly released Tom, keeping the gun on him while Tom snapped up and into a fighting stance. He kept an eye on Tom as he walked nearer to y/n, the gun pointed squarely at Tom the whole time. Yet, he noticed the way Tom nevertheless moved closer as if still willing to fight.

Michael waved y/n over to him smugly. When she was by his side, he lifted his free hand up to stroke her cheek, causing Tom to lung forward slightly. “Ah ah,” he scolded, “she said she was doing this willingly”. “I won’t have you violating her boundaries and wishes,” Michael stated ironically.

Y/n’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she heard Michael say to Tom “now you have to just watch as she kisses her actual crush”. She froze in disgust and panic. But, she quickly recovered as the expectant look on Michael’s face helped her realize she had to play along. She took a deep breath and summoned up any acting ability she may somehow secretly have.

Y/n begrudgingly neared Michael. She closed her eyes as she moved her lips until they were millimeters away from his. She set one hand on his shoulder; for both stabilization and distraction. The other hand she kept at her side, fingers slipping into her pockets.

Just as Michael seemed to become fed up with waiting and began to move his head closer, y/n swiped the serrated steak knife from dinner out of her pocket and slammed it into his arm that was holding the gun. She instinctively took a step back as blood spurted from the wound. However, she knew she didn’t have long; Michael was going to be livid.

Y/n pulled the knife out of Michael’s arm, trying not to dry heave at the sight and sensation of his muscles and tendons tearing against it as she did. She noticed the gun had lowered from being aimed at Tom and was not just hanging at his side. But, before she could grab it and hold him at by gunpoint until the police got there, she watched Michael try to lift the injured arm to point the gun at her as his other arm gripped her hip.

Y/n quickly plunged her weapon into Michael’s thigh and pulled downwards. She once again removed the knife from his leg as she stepped back. She noticed he’d dropped the gun in an attempt to grab at the sudden wound to his thigh. So, this time y/n tossed the bloody knife across the room so Michael couldn’t use it against her. Simultaneously, she scooped up the gun and moved backwards as she pointed it at him.

Y/n had never held a gun before, much less shot one. Prop guns on a movie set? Sure! But a real one, not until now. The weight of it and what it symbolized felt heavier than even the blood-soaked knife she’d stabbed Michael with. As such, she was too distracted by the chaos to notice Tom’s warning shout as Michael grabbed at her leg from the ground. Within seconds, her body slammed to the floor. She groaned loudly but otherwise kept her advantage, the gun only moving off of Michael for a split second.

Y/n kicked and scooted across the ground, her leg hurting too much for her to dare risking an attempt to stand up. She kept the barrel pointed at Michael as she slid further from him. She noticed Tom placing himself between her and Michael as they glared at each other across the floor.

Tom watched Michael closely as he tried to back up slowly until he could reach y/n. Only, he abruptly stopped and went to change directions and head towards her stalker as the man suddenly rose and began charging. Tom and Michael exchanged blows once again. His hand slipped in the blood on Michael’s arm as he tried to grab him, allowing Michael to escape his hold for a moment. But that was all it took for the man to charge towards y/n. Before Tom could even attempt to get ahold of him once again, a gunshot rang out.

Y/n had seen the look in Michael’s eyes as he fought with Tom. She was trying to figure out how to get him to stop. Did she shook him? Just threaten to do so? And if that didn’t work, then actually shoot him? She didn’t have a chance to figure it out when suddenly he was racing her way yet again. With slightly trembling fingers, y/n aimed the gun at Michael’s legs and pulled the trigger. She screamed as the shot rang out and Michael dropped to the ground.

Tom immediately sprinted over to y/n. He threw himself into the floor beside her. He cautiously set his hand over her shaking ones that were still holding the gun. Once she let go of it, he took it from her and moved it to his right hand. With his left hand, he pulled y/n to his side and tried to rub her back.

“I-,” y/n gasped. “I had to do it,” she defended quietly, her eyes still on Michael’s crumpled form.

“I know,” Tom reassured y/n. He held her body tighter to him as he felt her tears soak his shirt. The gun was still in his other hand, but pointed at Michael in case the man was stupid enough to try again. Tom wasn’t going to take any chances. Michael wasn’t coming anywhere near y/n ever again.

Y/n turned her gaze away from her stalker and buried her face in Tom’s side when he tapped her cheek to try to distract her. “I… I didn’t w-wa-want to shoot him,” she cried. Despite Tom’s supportive hold on her, she shook violently against him.

“I know, it’s okay,” Tom promised, resting his chin atop y/n’s head.

“No,” y/n gasped as she choked on a sob. “I-…. it’s not okay,” she argued. “I just shot someone!”

Tom frowned. “‘ey, ‘ey,” he whispered, his left hand gently lifting y/n’s damp chin up so she would look at him. “‘ey,” he repeated when she finally met his gaze. “He was charging at you.” “You did the right thing,” Tom informed her.

Y/n sniffled and hiccuped as she tried to compose herself. “You’re… You’re not afraid of me?” She asked, her voice cracking.

Tom shook his head. “No, love, ‘course not,” he promised quickly. “I’m proud of you for doing what you had to,” he admitted solemnly.

Once y/n was in less of a panicked state, Tom quickly scanned her body for any injuries. “How’s your leg?” He asked, glancing between her and Michael rapidly as to not take his eye off the threat for too long.

Y/n stretched the leg in question out before her. “Just sore, I think,” she answered as she felt out the extent of the injury from her fall.

Tom sighed in relief, quickly pulling y/n back to his side.

“Are you okay?” Y/n croaked out after a few moments of hesitant silence. She was afraid to ask the question. She hadn’t noticed any excessive injuries, but it had all happened so fast she couldn’t be sure.

Tom heard the deep worry in y/n’s tone and hummed. “I’m fine,” he promised, tenderly squeezing her hip for effect. “Much better now that you’re here, and he’s over there,” Tom pointed out as he nodded his head towards Michael.

Y/n whimpered in tired agreement. She nuzzled into Tom’s embrace, appreciating the protection and love she felt. “Th-thank-,” she began.

“Don’t you dare thank me,” Tom spoke softly. “It’s not needed,” he promised. He crooked his neck and placed a light kiss to y/n’s head. “We’re safe now”.

Tom lifted the blanket up to keep y/n tucked in. She was resting curled up against him, his arms wrapped securely around her shrunken frame. They were seated on the couch at his apartment, under several oversized fuzzy blankets as y/n had been freezing; seemingly from her lingering anxiety after tonight’s events. By now they’d already talked to the police and completed any forms they’d been asked to do. They ventured to Tom’s apartment as y/n understandably didn’t want to be in her apartment any longer; plus, it was a crime scene still. But despite the change in environment and how tiring the situation had been, neither one could find sleep. So, they simply held each other as they snuggled on the couch.

Y/n hesitantly broke the silence. The fact that they didn’t feel the need to talk about it right away was a relief. But, there was one question that was bugging her. “Tom?” She asked quietly.

Tom pressed his back against the couch cushions so he could see y/n better. “Yes, darling?” He replied, a small but sympathetic smile on his face as he sensed her reluctance to speak.

“How… I’m glad you did,” y/n said vaguely. “But…,” she nervously bit her bottom lip. “How did… how did you know something was wrong?” She wondered.

“You called me Thomas,” Tom answered easily.

“Wh-what?” Y/n questioned.

Tom smiled and cupped y/n’s cheek with his right hand, the other staying protectively placed on her hip. “Darling, you never call me Thomas, only Tom,” he pointed out.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. It worked. “I… I didn’t know how else to signal it,” she admitted. “But… I… well, I wasn’t sure it would work, that you’d notice the slight difference”.

Tom squeezed y/n’s cheek lovingly. “I notice everything when it comes to you,” he said. “Especially if it has to do with your safety or wellbeing,” he added with a faint smile.

Y/n smiled back softly. “I’m glad,” she confessed. “On the bright side,” she murmured, turning to rest the back of her head against Tom’s chest. “At least now I know how to alert you if someone’s wrong, or if he-“.

“He’s never going to hurt you again,” Tom vowed. He tightened his grip on y/n protectively. “I will do whatever it takes to ensure you never have to worry about him again, trust me”.

“I do,” y/n commented warmly as she squeezed Tom’s hands that were locked around her waist. “I trust you, Tom,” she promised.

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I love you, darling - Tom Holland

Bodies moved in synch, tangled in bedsheets and drenched in sweat. Panting and sweet moans filled the room.

"God Tommy, you feel so good…so good" You moaned as Tom drove in and out of you at lighting speed.

"You're so tight baby, wrapped around my cock, god I'm so close" he replied, his eyes closing and re-opening in absolute bliss.

"Me too, so close" your hand gripped his biceps trailing to his back and digging small crescent shapes as you came, head thrown back, Tom following soon after with a,

"I love you, daring"

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pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.”

You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx

First Mate

67 - “They’re hitting on you.”

Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader

Warnings: Jealousy

Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you

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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.

“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”

You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”

“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”

“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.

You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”

‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”

You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”

He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”

“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”

“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”

“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”

“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”

“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”

“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”

Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”

“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”

“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”

“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”

You nodded, “Always.”

“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.

The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.

“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”

You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”

You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.

“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.

“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”

“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.

You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”

“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”

“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”

He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”

Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.

“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”

“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”

“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.

You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.

“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.

“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”

“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.

“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”

“Hunter.”

“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”

You shook your head, “Definitely not.”

Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”

“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”

“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.

Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.

“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”

“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”

Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.

“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.

You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”

“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”

“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.

“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”

“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”

“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”

Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.

“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”

Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.

“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”

Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.

“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”

“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”

You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”

“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.

“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.

“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”

“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.

Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.

“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.

You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”

“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.

“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.

“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”

Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.

“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”

“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”

“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.

“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.

You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”

“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”

You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”

“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”

“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.

“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.

You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.

“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.

“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”

You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”

“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.

You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.

“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.

“Am I what?” you frowned.

“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.

“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”

“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.

You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.

“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.

“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.

Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”

Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.

“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.

Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”

“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.

You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.

“How’s your drink?” he hummed.

“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”

“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.

You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.

“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”

Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.

You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.

“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.

“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”

You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”

“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.

“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”

He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”

“Next?” you raised a brow.

He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.

“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”

He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”

“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”

“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you

“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.

“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”

“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”

His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”

“No I-”

“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”

Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”

“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”

Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.

“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.

“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”

“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”

“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.

“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”

“I’m good,” he replied dryly.

“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”

“Great. Haz are you ready?”

Harrison nodded, “Sure.”

Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.

They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.

“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.

“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”

You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.

“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”

For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”

“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”

He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”

You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.”

“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”

“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.

He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”

“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”

He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”

You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.

“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.

He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.

“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”

“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”

“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”

“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”

“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”

“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”

“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.

“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”

His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.

Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”

“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”

He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”

“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”

He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”

“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”

“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”

You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”

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cupidsmoonlight · 2 years

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like a book - tom holland

A/N: new post bc its rosh hashana and im blessing u bitches <3 ALSOOOO not tom not saying he loves y/n back...🤚 anyways pt 2?

(tom holland x actress!reader)

summary: why y/n loves tom

word count: over 1000

the day started off normal. well, as normal as your days could possibly be. with the new thor movie coming out, you had a lot of interviews to do. your career took off after being cast as the winter soldiers long lost daughter, created to continue the HYDRA empire. after your “villain era” as you liked to call it, you worked with the heros and became a prime member of “the revengers”. that's actually where you met your best friend and longtime fuck-buddy, tom holland.

you were in your last interview of the day when you heard the stupid interns from “vogue” talking about you.

“i just don’t get it, she's obviously using him”

“you don’t know that”

“come on its tom holland. who wouldn’t want a relationship with him. i know you’ve seen the pictures”

“what if it’s him?”

“what does he have to gain from being with a girl like that? I mean he could have Zendaya if she wasn’t a heartless which”

you quickly finished the interview and rushed out of the building as fast as possible. you found yourself falling into a deep depression. did tom think you were using him? you loved tom. in fact, you were in love with him.

wait.

hold the phone.

you were in love with tom holland.

as if fate was on your side, you heard your phone buzz.

hey

the text plain and simple, yet, effective. with those three letters you knew that he wanted you. he craved you. he needed his fill. at least, you told yourself if was him who needed the fill. even though no other human, man or woman, could touch you like he did. could feel you like he did.

you responded so quick you almost felt desperate. you knew he liked you, god everyone on the planet knew, not only because both of your lives basically belonged to the public domain. No, it was because of the way he talked about you, the way looked at you, posted about you in front of millions of fans, the names he called you, tom holland was head over heels.

too bad, so sad, you thought to yourself.

a psychiatrist would call you delusional. so would all your friends. they could tell you wanted him, they could tell he wanted you, so what were you waiting for exactly...

can you come over?

tom loved the way your words made his heart squeeze. he knew that you didn’t truly realize how deep your own feelings ran. tom knows how your brain works, because he had been paying far too close attention to you, for far to long. you thought he only knew how your body worked but he knew it all. body. mind. soul. he had memorized you like a book.

he would wait forever. he would play a million of your stupid little games if that made you believe you were control of the situationship that you both had found yourselves in. he would do anything for you. and that unconditional love was something you were never ready to accept.

until today.

already on my way. chinese or mexican?

chills ran down your spine as you saw his response. you hated the way your heart clenched. the way you could feel an endless amount of goosebumps take over your long, exposed legs.

this was where everything started to feel a bit more... fuzzy. you could fuck any guy you wanted. lord knows you’d experimented with your fair share of teenage heartthrobs as soon as your acting career launched. but no one, ever, treated you like tom did.

tom wasn’t the first person to make you cum, but lord he had to be the best. sometimes he would torture you with orgasm after orgasm. other days, he’ll deny you of that remarkable finish until you’ve almost passed out. but, the innumerable amount of “finales” he’d oh, so, generously provide, were not the problem.

the problem was that he cared. tom holland cared to stick around after the sex was done. he stuck around through everything. the sicknesses and health. the forplay and the aftercare. the awkward fan questions to your first award show. tom holland was always there.

fucking dick.

mexican please

tom thought he knew what you were doing. if he had known you were contemplating your entire life simply because he asked you if he should bring over mexican or chinese food, he would have gotten the food and b-lined to a ring shop. because, of course, tom holland knew your ring size. if it would ever come up, he would simply say something stupid like, “it’s better to be prepared” with a wink and a smirk.

you heard the three loud knocks on your wooden door and immediately ran to great the young spiderman.

“hi,” you couldn’t contain your grin as you saw the brunette standing in your doorway with a big brown bag in one hand and a huge smile on his face.

“hey sweetheart, how you been?” he greeted you as he kissed you on the cheek and made his way into your giant kitchen. as he placed the bag down onto your dinner table and began unpacking the delicious cuisine that you would be eating very soon, you found yourself with the undeniable urge to hug him.

you quickly wrapped your arms around his muscular torso. you could feel him instantly relax as he let you hold him. you rested your face in between his back muscles and let out a content sigh.

he reached his arms up to cover yours and quickly turned around so you two could be face to face. he pulled you in close. he was worried about you. to be fair, he always worried about you. but this... this was different. In the past, you’d denied any physical intimacy other then sex. now, here you are holding on to tom like he would disappear if you let go. “what's wrong darling?”

“nothing.” you responded shortly as you hid your face in his chest. squeezing him tighter, trying your best to avoid eye contact. tom could feel his hands becoming clammy as his worry grew. he looked down at you as he removed one hand from around your waist to gently grab your face. he squeezed your cheeks as he moved your head up to look at him, you loved when he pinched your cheeks.

“don’t lie to me y/n” he spoke sternly. you pressed your lips together. you finally looked him in the eye as you felt the adrenaline begin to fill your body. why did he have to be so goddamn sexy.

“i love you” he let out a chuckle as you frowned. he noticed your pouty face as he let out a dramatic sigh, “baby i love you too, you know that” he explained. you pushed him away dramatically as you let out a sigh. “tom, listen to me-” you walked back over to him and grabbed his face in your small palms.

you looked him in the eyes as you chose your next few words very carefully,

“tom fucking holland, i’m in love with you”

he stopped. the world stopped.

“what?”

it was as if the world had finally been rightfully been put on its axis for the first time ever. as if the colors became a little bit brighter, simply because these two soulmates had finally interconnected.

ty for reading!

#tomholland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader fluff

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leossmoonn · 2 years

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After

masterlist

pairing - peter parker x fem!reader

type - angst, fluff

summary - after having your memory washed away, you still find yourself falling for peter

warnings / includes - mild language, food consumption, kind of bittersweet, lil suggestive, steamy make out sesh, takes places after no way home.

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*gif isn’t mine*

“You’ve come in twice already today! Don’t tell me you actually like our coffee,” Y/n grins.

Peter lets out a bashful smile, stuffing his hands in his jean pockets and shrugging. “I also like the waitress.”

“Oh, really?” she raises her brow, a knowing smile growing on her face. She peers down at the register, typing in Peter’s usual order. “Well, I hate to disappoint, but Lucy is out today.”

“Well, luckily for me, I’m not talking about her,” Peter smiles.

Y/n giggles like a school girl. “Shame. She really would have liked to be missed.”

“Well, she is a nice waitress, but we both know there’s another girl I come here to see.”

She grins up at him. “Just pay here and I’ll get your coffee.”

“Thank you,” Peter says.

Y/n walks away from the register, grabbing a cup and pouring a hot cup of medium-dark roast coffee. Peter stares at her, admiring her from afar. His heart breaks while it heals simultaneously. Seeing her brings back bittersweet memories that made his whole body ache. Seeing her also brought a sense of calmness and reassurance.

Right after the incident, Peter used to avoid anywhere his friends might’ve been. The pain was too much. But as time passed, weeks and months, he found that spending time away from them was doing more good than harm. Especially when staying away from his girlfriend. Although she didn’t remember who he was, she still welcomed him with open arms, creating a new friendship. It wasn’t the same, but it was enough.

Regarding Y/n, the two of them used to date. “High school sweethearts” is what everyone coined them, and they were right. The two were opposites, yet they both fit so well together. Peter was convinced that after she lost her memory of him if he showed up again, she wouldn’t be interested in him because he wasn’t the same boy she had met in high school, and she wasn’t the same girl. But he was corrected as she flirted with him as soon as he walked through the door of the cafe.

It turned out that although she had no recollection of Peter, she was still charismatic and flirtatious. It was obvious that even though he was a stranger to her, her feelings for him never deceased. It gave him a sense of hope that he could rekindle their love.

“Mmhm. You know, your body must be loving the caffeine.” Y/n saunters over to him, placing the hot coffee cup on the counter. She began to put on a lid, becoming too distracted with Peter’s handsome face. The coffee cup slid out of her hands, spilling hot coffee all over her hands and clothes.

“Ow! Dammit!” she groans. Tears prickle the corners of her eyes as the coffee burns her skin.

Peter drops his backpack onto the ground, making his way behind the counter. He grabs a mountain of napkin, running them under cold water and slapping them onto her hands. She lets out a relieved sigh, the corners of her mouth curling up. She laughs bashfully, hiding her flushed from him.

“I’m sorry. I’m so clumsy,” she mutters.

“Everyone is,” Peter assures her. “You should have seen me this morning. I was getting out of the shower and I slipped. I ended up breaking my sink counter from grabbing it.”

Y/n’s eyes widen, gravitating towards Peter’s hands that were on hers. His hands were a good size. Strong-looking fingers with veins running across the back of his hand. It was no question that Peter worked out. Even under a button-up shirt she could tell that he was ripped. But was he that strong that he could break a sink counter?

“I-uh - have a lot of strength in my hands,” Peter explains awkwardly.

Y/n laughs, “obviously. You’re cutting off all the blood flow from my wrists.”

Peter’s eyes widens and he jumps back. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to. I was trying to make your burn better.”

Y/n smiles, “it’s alright, Peter. I was just teasing. Thank you.”

Peter blushes, hanging his head down low. “You’re welcome.”

“Ugh, now I have to change clothes. I don’t even have a fresh pair!” she shakes her head in annoyance.

“I have a fresh pair,” Peter says a little too quickly. “You do?” Y/n asks hopefully.

“Uhm,” Peter’s words falter. He did not have an extra pair of clothes. In wanting to make her happy, Peter offered a false claim. But with the look on her face, he couldn’t disappoint her now. Plus, both her top and bottom were drenched in coffee. What kind of guy would he be to not try to help?

“It’s okay if you don’t. I can live with damp clothes for a day. It’s not the end of the world,” she chuckles. “Although, I do have to wash this apron now.” She unties the back of the apron, pulling it over her neck.

“I do have a spare change of clothes! Can I just, uh, use the bathroom real quick?” Peter asks.

“Yeah, of course. It’ll give me time to wash my apron,” she nods.

“Thanks. I’ll be right back,” he says. He picks up his backpack and rushes to the bathroom, flushing the toilet and sneaking out the window. He swings to his apartment, which fortunately was only a couple of blocks away.

“Hey, May,” Peter greets as he enters the fire escape. He’s met with silence. The pit in his stomach grows and his heart drops as he remembers. May wasn’t there, and she wasn’t going to return.

Peter pushes those thoughts of out of his, focusing on the one thing that truly made him happy and was able to get him through hard time: Y/n. He rushes into his room, grabbing a pair of sweatpants with a graphic t-shirt. He hopes that her apron will cover up the sweatpants enough that her boss doesn’t notice.

He swings out the window, quickly sliding in to the bathroom of the coffee shop. He turns on the faucet and then back off, exiting the bathroom and walking to the front.

“No customers?” Peter asks. “I actually had three. They all asked me why I have coffee on my clothes,” Y/n chuckles.

“Well, I have your clothes. Well, my clothes, technically,” Peter jokes, handing them to her.

“Thank you,” she smiles. “I’ll return them to you… um… when can I do that?”

“I can just come back after your shift to pick it up,” Peter suggests. “Oh, please,” Y/n shakes her head, “that’s so much work. You probably have so much school work to do.”

“I… I do,” Peter nods. Prior to the incident, Peter had been applying to colleges, one of them being MIT. His other friends were able to get in, yet he was not. Since Y/n didn’t remember anything about Peter, he could choose whatever story about his life he wanted to tell her. But he had never been a liar, especially to Y/n, and so he told her what made sense and provide information that was as close to the truth as it could be.

He came to the conclusion of telling her that he was in college, but it was community, and on the way to the cafe. This allowed Peter to come and see her whenever he pleased without suspicion. And as for Y/n, she decided on taking a gap year to figure out what she wanted to major in, and save money. She was seen working at the cafe almost every day, which was a fortune for Peter and allowed him to rebuild their relationship.

“Unless you don’t want me to come over or anything,” Y/n shrugs.

Peter’s eyes widen and he perks up. “No, no! I’m sorry, that’s not what I meant. I just… I never have girls at my apartment.”

Y/n brows raise and she smiles teasingly. “Oh, really? That’s a surprise, actually.”

Peter’s cheeks turn pink. “R-Really?”

“Mmhm,” she giggles. “You seem like the perfect guy to spend time with. You haven’t met any girls at college?”

“I… no,” he shakes his head. “Shame. They’d be lucky to date you,” Y/n hums, peering at him from under her eyelashes.

“I-I… thank you. So would you,” Peter says.

Y/n’s face morphs into confusion. “Wha—”

“I-I mean, someone would be lucky to have you as a girlfriend, too. Sorry. Sometimes I don’t know how to speak.” Peter blushes deeper. He ducks his head down so hopefully, she can’t see.

“No worries. I’m that way, too,” she winks. “So, should I return the clothes after work?”

“Yeah, that’d be great,” Peter smiles. “I’ll see you then!” Peter spins on his heels, rushing out the door. As soon as he thinks he’s saved himself from embarrassment, Y/n stops him.

“Um, Peter?” Y/n asks. “Yeah?” Peter spins around.

“You forgot your new coffee, and you didn’t give me your address.”

“O-Oh. I’m sorry, again.” he takes out a piece of paper from his backpack, writing down his address.

Y/n begins making him a new cup of coffee. “Stop apologizing, Petey. You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Peter nods, his heart fluttering at her nickname for him. He wanted to agree with her in that he had nothing to be sorry for. But contrary to her belief, he did. He had lots to be sorry for.

“Here’s your coffee, Pete. See you soon,” Y/n grins.

Peter reaches out for the cup, his fingers brushing against hers. Their eyes meet and there is a quiet moment where the air between them is thick and warm.

Peter pulls away first, giving her a thankful smile. “See you soon, Y/n.”

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Y/n parallel parked on the street, reading over the name of Peter’s address. She had to quadruple-check that she was in the correct place. His apartment was huge. She didn’t mean to stereotype him, but it appeared that she did. She thought that since he was in community college, he probably lived in an average apartment with multiple roommates, or maybe with his parents. But that was far from the truth.

She walks to the apartment complex, his folded clothes in her hands. She finds his door and knocks. It swings open almost immediately.

“Oh, hey,” Y/n grins. “Hey! Come on in!” Peter gestures.

“Thank you.” she walks in, jaw-dropping.

Peter’s apartment was like a house. With oak hardwood floors and the windows made the room feel open and lively with the sunshine shining. There was a gray couch and a love seat in the living room with a flat-screen TV. The kitchen was on the other side, beige granite counter on the tabletops with a roomy fridge and a walk-in pantry. The apartment also had an upstairs that she hopes she will be able to see.

“Are you okay?” Peter asks. “Uh? O-oh, yeah,” Y/n chuckles. “Your apartment is beautiful.”

“Thank you. It was my aunt’s,” Peter says. “Oh, really? Is she here?” Y/n asks.

“Um, no. She died a couple of months ago,” Peter frowns. He looks down at his shoes, trying to push away the tears.

“Oh, Peter,” Y/n gasps. She puts his clothes on his couch ledge, taking his shoulder and bringing him in for a hug. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers in his ear, cradling his head and rubbing his back.

Peter closes his eyes and wraps his arm around her. He basks in the sweet scent of her shampoo and her warm and comforting touch. It had been so long since he had hugged her, let alone touched her. It made him almost cry. He forgot about her caring nature, how she was able to comfort somebody in just a couple of words. The sincerity in her voice, the way she didn’t hesitate to hug him. It made his heartache even more than it has in the last three months.

“Was your aunt rich or something?” Y/n jokes as she pulls away.

Peter laughs genuinely. “Oh, I wish. She, um, was dating this really rich guy. This is technically his apartment.”

“Wow. And he left it to you?” Y/n asks. “Yeah,” Peter nods. “He said I can stay during college.”

“Wow, that’s awesome,” she smiles. “Have an extra room for me?” she jokes.

“Oh, definitely,” Peter says, a little too eagerly. Heat crawls up his neck. He steps back, his arms falling to his sides. “I’m joking, obviously.”

Y/n smirks, “obviously.” She walks around the apartment, making her way towards the windows. “The view is beautiful,” she hums as she looks down at Queens.

“It is,” Peter agrees, eyeing her. He slowly walks up to her, resisting the urge to reach out and hug her from behind. He takes a moment to take her in. This is the first time in three months that he was able to see her outside of the cafe. It was the first time in three months she was at his apartment.

Y/n had changed out of his clothes and into a pair of cotton shorts and a Midtown High School t-shirt that was, ironically, Peter’s. He assumed that she had thought it was hers, although it smelled completely different and was a size too big for her. But the knowledge that it was still his sweatshirt that he had loaned her a year ago still warmed his heart.

“Do you have any siblings?” Y/n asks. “No,” Peter replies. “I’m an only child.”

“Lucky,” she mutters. “Oh? How so?” Peter acts completely clueless.

“Well, I have four siblings. One older sister and two younger brothers,” she explains. “They all suck.”

Peter tries to act completely innocent, even though memories of him meeting her siblings, family game nights, and being a big brother to her little ones run through his mind.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Peter says.

“Well, not for my little brothers. I love them to death,” she grins. “Even though they are tyrants who terrorize my parents.”

Peter chuckles at her words and at memories of her little brothers being the worst company.

“Although, they aren’t so little anymore. The oldest one, Tucker, is thirteen now. And my younger brother, Lucas, is ten. They’re growing up,” she sighs.

“They’re still pretty young. Tucker has a couple of years before high school,” Peter states.

“True,” Y/n nods. “And what about your sister?” he questions. From his recollection, her sister and her were the bestest of friends. Although her sister was older than her by three years, the two never failed to stay close. From the day Y/n was born, her parents remarked, her sister was always there for her.

“It’s complicated,” Y/n frowns. “She’s a few years older than me. She just turned 21 and has made a few… questionable decisions.”

“Ah, I see. Well, she is an adult,” Peter notes.

“Yeah, but she never was like that,” Y/n says. “Not saying she was a goody-two shoes or anything, but she always had common sense. And in the last three months, she got a DUI and she had been skipping classes to hang out with this guy.”

Peter frowns in thought. Y/n was right, her sister had never been uptight, but they were all raised with level-headed parents. They all were taught right from wrong and were virtually perfect by the time they left the nest.

“I’m sorry. That seems tough,” Peter says.

“Yeah,” she nods. “And my parents forced her to come home and she tried to invite the guy over. His name is Rufus. A stupid name for a stupid guy. Anyways, she tried to sneak him in and I was home, and I guess she thought that I would help her, but I knew my parents would kill me. I mean, I’m not the most perfect person, and I definitely have lied to my parents. I’m not a saint, but lying to my parents about serious things was lethal. Especially since they were so open-minded and fair. Every time I wanted a guy over, all they asked was to meet his parents and it turned out fine. But Claire is something else.”

“Was Claire mad at you?” Peter asks. “Oh, she was furious,” Y/n laughs sourly. “I had called my dad immediately and they came home from their dinner early. After they had yelled at her, I guess they told her to apologize to me for putting me in that position, but instead she yelled at me.” Tears prickle her eyes and she sniffles.

Peter strides to her, putting his hand on her shoulder.

“She called me a prude and saying how I have a stick up my ass, I’m such a rule-follower that no guy would ever want a uptight girl like me. She also said that I’m never going to amount to anything in life because no one likes a tattle-tale.”

“Y/n,” Peter sighs. “I’m so sorry. That’s not true. I hope you know that.”

“How do you know? The only thing we talk about is you,” she chuckles, wiping her tears away with her sleeve.

Peter opens his mouth and closes it. She was right. How did he know? Ten minutes ago he swore he knew everything about her, but he quickly discovered how wrong he was. Not only his life had changed but hers had, too. He wasn’t the only person going through a difficult time.

“Well, just from talking to you I know,” Peter explains. “If you’re such a rule-follower and tattle-tale, then you wouldn’t have let me have two free coffees a week, now would you?”

Y/n grins sheepishly, “I guess not.”

“I’m sure Claire didn’t mean it. She felt betrayed by you and was hurt. People say things they don’t mean when they’re hurt,” Peter assures her.

“Yeah,” she nods. She looks at Peter, a grateful smile on her face. “Thank you. I haven’t told anyone this. I haven’t told anyone anything, honestly. I’ve been keeping it all inside lately.”

“How come? What about your friends?” Peter asks, furrowing his brows. Surely the last three months hadn’t been so detrimental that she had lost Ned and MJ as well.

“They’re both at college at MIT, studying their dreams. My best friend and I talk sometimes, but she’s always so busy. I think the last time we talked was four days ago, and that was just to say “Happy Easter”.”

Peter frowns, “oh, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, I have absolutely no friends.”

“Hey! That’s not true. You got me, silly,” Y/n punches his shoulder lightly.

“You consider me a friend?” Peter raises his brows. “Well, of course. Only a true friend would spend like, 50 dollars a day on shitty coffee,” she smirks.

Peter laughs, “I guess that’s true.”

“And speaking of food, do you have any? I am starving.”

“I do not have anything that is like a meal, but we can order something. What are you in the mood for?” He asks.

“Pizza?” Y/n suggests. “Sure,” Peter nods. “I’ll call in an order.”

“Great! And in the meantime, do you mind showing me the rest of your apartment?” she asks, her eyes darting to the upstairs.

“Of course. Lead the way and I’ll tell you about everything,” Peter nods.

The two ended up in his room after the tour and the pizza came. The two were sitting on his bed across from each other, music in the background as they got to know each other.

“How come you don’t have any friends?” Y/n asks. “You seem like someone who would have tons of friends.”

“Well,” Peter sighs. “I was kind of a nerd in high school.”

“A hot nerd,” Y/n mutters, low enough so he wouldn’t hear, but with his super hearing he was able to. He fights the growing smile and attempts to hide his blushing cheeks, but he was unsuccessful.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asks, her heart beginning to race as she thinks he’s heard her.

“I just get embarrassed when I talk about my life in high school,” Peter lies to save her the embarrassment.

“Oh, I understand. Me, too,” she chuckles. “Oh, really? You don’t seem like the nerd type,” Peter says.

“I wasn’t. I’m more into the liberal arts,” she explains. “Oh. Art, music, literature?” He asks.

“Music,” she smiles. “I play two instruments, well, three, technically. Both acoustic and electric guitar and piano.”

“That’s awesome. You’ll have to play for me sometime,” he suggests.

“Of course! I’ll blow your mind,” she winks.

Peter smiles, “I bet you will.”

Images of her at the piano, singing to him with her sweet voice enters his mind. Her singing voice was heavenly. Music to his ears, literally. He replays the memories of her soloing on electric and strumming on acoustic. She was so talented. Her music abilities were something he had missed dearly.

“Oh, it’s so pretty outside!” Y/n exclaims as she looks out his window. It was nighttime now. The city lights of Queens lit up the streets, the stars shining brightly in the night sky.

“We can go up to the roof and get a better look,” Peter suggests.

“Really?” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Yeah,” he smiles, loving the way her whole face shined with her smile.

“Ah!” She squeals. “Show me the way!”

He opens his window, crawling up the fire escape, keeping a careful watch on Y/n so she doesn’t fall. The two lay down next to each other, Y/n admiring the night sky while Peter admires her.

“Do you know anything about constellations?” Y/n asks.

“I don’t,” Peter answers. “Me neither,” she chuckles.

She lets out a content sigh, scooting herself closer to him. She tries to get as close to him as she can without making it seem weird. Unbeknownst to him, Y/n had managed to fall in love with him over the last three months.

For some reason, at the end of her senior year, things seemed to have taken a turn for the worst. She didn’t know where she wanted to go to college, all of her courage had suddenly been sucked up and she was scared to apply to Juliard and Berkeley. Her sister and her relationship was broken, and her friends seemed to have forgotten all about her. On top of it all, there was this space in her heart.

She felt as though she was forgetting something, but at the same time, she wasn’t. There was a void in her life and for a little while, it stayed empty and grew bigger and bigger each day. But it seemed as though the universe had seen her struggling and gave her an out. The universe gave her Peter. A kind, handsome, generous boy who had entered the cafe she worked at and entertained her each day.

Y/n grew to love him. At first sight, she flirted with him. How could she not? He was the most handsome man she’d ever seen. Soft brown hair, the sweetest honey-brown eyes, the kindest smile, bright laugh, not to mention, a great physique. The more she talked with him, the more he visited, she discovered that her feelings for him were not just physical, but very much romantically.

She had been meaning to spend time with him outside of the cafe. She had all these plans for them. Coffee shop date, picnic, inviting him over to meet her family, meeting his, etc. But now that she was here alone with him, she had no idea what to do.

Being in his presence made her nervous, but in a good way. His stare set her body on fire. His touch made her heart warm and her body shiver. She had always been an outspoken, charismatic girl, and that never changed, but he managed to make her question her confidence. Especially since she had no idea how he felt about her.

Peter’s lips upturn as he notices her move closer to him. He could see the goosebumps on the skin of her legs.

“Do you want me to get a blanket?” He asks. “I’d like that,” she nods.

“I’ll be right back,” he says.

Y/n watches as he gets up and disappears down the fire escape. He returns moments later with a soft blanket big enough for the both of them.

“Can we, um, share the blanket?” He asks.

She nods slowly, her heart hammering against her chest. “Yes, of course. I’m not a blanket hog.”

He grins, sitting back down and covering both of them. She moves closer to him, basically sticking to his side. She set her head on his shoulder, her skin becoming warm all over.

“You don’t mind, do you?” She asks. “Not at all,” he shakes his head. Peter slowly slips his arm around her middle back, pulling her a couple inches closer. “Do you?” He echos her.

“Nope. This is perfect,” she breathes out. She inhales slowly, her nose filling with the musky scent of his cologne and deodorant. She stops herself from inhaling again but turned her head so her cheek rested on his body so she could be engulfed in his scent.

“When do you have to be home?” Peter asks, staring down at her. He admires his features as they are outlined by the moonlight. Her soft skin and the couple of blemishes that shower her cheeks. Her perfect nose and arched eyebrows. Her long eyelashes are covered in mascara and her smooth lips that he wanted to kiss so badly.

“Doesn’t matter,” she whispers, obviously lying. “Are you sure? I don’t want your parents to be mad at you,” Peter says.

She smiles and looks up at him, her eyes meeting his. “As long as I’m home before like, two in the morning.”

“Seems reasonable to me,” he nods.

“Even though I’m an adult, they still have rules. I don’t think they care very much, but I know it’s to set a good example for the boys,” she explains.

“Totally understandable,” he agrees. “Plus, it’s only 11.”

“Exactly. We have plenty of time,” she smiles. Her eyes wander his face as silence falls between them. She traces his features, paying attention to every detail so she could commit them to memory. She didn’t want to forget him, ever.

“You’re really handsome,” she breathes out, lower than a whisper. But it’s quiet enough to where Peter can hear her. This time, she doesn’t care if he does or not. She wants him to know how she feels about him. The last three months have been painful for her. As much as she enjoyed getting to know him, she longed to be in his arms, to be close to him, to be his. Now that she had the chance, she wasn’t going to waste it.

“You’re really beautiful,” he compliments, his eyes searching her face.

Y/n’s eyes land on his lips. His perfectly shaped lips that looked so soft. He licks them as he stares at hers with the same desire, making them glisten under the starry night. She sat up on her elbow, towering over him slightly. Newfound confidence overcame her and she took her chance.

“Can I kiss you?” She asks.

Peter’s breath hitches and his mind goes blank. “I-I, um —”

Y/n backs away, becoming ashamed and embarrassed. Had she read all the wrong signs? Was she imagining things? How could she have messed this up?

“I’m so sorry, Pete,” she rushes out. “I didn’t mean to —”

“I want you to kiss me,” he blurts out. Her mouth snaps shut as he keeps speaking.

“I would love it if you kissed me. It would be perfect, in fact, if you kissed me. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for so long —”

“Good because me, too,” Y/n grins. She crashes her lips onto his, pressing her body against his.

Peter’s eyes flutter close and he melts into her. He suddenly feels complete. Their lips move together in a perfect rhythm, fitting together just like puzzle pieces. Peter’s arm around her waist tightens and his other hand comes up to cradle her cheek, caressing her soft skin.

Y/n lets out a soft moan as she kisses him, nuzzling into his warm touch. Both of her hands grasp at his shirt, pulling him impossibly closer. He kisses her passionately and fervently. Taking his time to feel her, but there’s also an urgency to his movements. It’s as if he’s been waiting for this for his whole life. That this kiss sparked something in him.

“Peter,” she sighs against his lips. The sweet sound makes his mind buzz. It’s like he is intoxicated with her. He can’t focus on anything but her. His mind swirls with her scent, how her lips feel, how her body feels. He can’t get enough, and neither can she.

Y/n takes the liberty of rolling them over, swinging her leg over his waist and straddling him. She took a moment to catch her breath, pulling away and sitting back. Peter took in her on top of him, his heart pounding against his chest. It’s so loud in his ears that he’s sure she can hear it, too.

“You’re perfect,” he breathes out. Y/n grins, her flushed face and bruised lips encompassing his mind. “Thank you. You’re so sweet, Petey.” She dives back down, taking his lips into a deep kiss. She slips her tongue inside his mouth, moaning when his tongue slipped against hers.

She kisses him slowly but deeply, putting her all into it. Having his lips on hers, his body against hers, being entranced by him made her feel alive. More alive than she’s ever felt in her entire life. Being with him filled that void to the brim. It seemed like there was barely any more capacity.

“Y/n,” Peter grunts, his hands slipping down from her waist to her thighs. His fingers trace her bare skin, causing her to jolt. It seemed as though electricity played at his fingertips, diving deep into her skin and making her heart palpitate.

Y/n pulls away, eyes fluttering open as she peers over him. “Peter,” she breathes out, a smile lighting up her face.

He stares at her, stars in his eyes. He reaches up to cup her face again, becoming starstruck for the hundredth time. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Thank you. You’re so pretty, Peter.” she places her hands on his chest, leaning down to peck his lips. “I don’t know how anyone wasn’t interested in you in high school. I mean, look at you: perfect smile, charming personality, amazing body, great kisser.”

Peter blushes. “There was this one girl in high school.”

Y/n raises her brow. “And now is the time to tell me?”

“You were the one who brought it up!” He exclaims. She laughs, “I know. Well, where is she now?”

“That doesn’t matter,” he shakes his head, speaking a bittersweet truth. “What matters is now. I’m here with you and that’s all that matters.”

He missed their old relationship, but being with her tonight made him realize that the past didn’t matter. He couldn’t keep dwelling on what was. Instead, he should focus on what could be. And what could be would be the two of them. All he ever wanted was to be with her, and the universe had granted him a chance to do so. He wasn’t going to mess up, not like before.

She grins, “you know all the right things to say, Petey.”

“My Aunt May raised me right,” he says. “Hmm, well, I owe it all to Aunt May, then, for raising the perfect guy,” Y/n gushes.

“Would I be even more of a perfect guy if I asked you out on a date for tomorrow night?“ he asks.

Y/n’s jaw drops in excitement. “You have no idea how much more of a perfect guy you’d be.”

“Alright,” he sits up, placing his hands on her waist. “Y/n, will you do me the honor of accompanying me tomorrow night to dinner and dessert?” He asks, taking her hand into his and kissing it.

She giggles like a school girl. “I would love to, Peter.”

“Great. I’ll pick you up when your shift ends?” He asks.

“Well, I need to get ready. So, meet me at my house. You can meet my parents,” she explains.

The first time in three months he felt okay. Sadness still lurked in his heart and ached him all over, but a sense of normalcy overcame him at the same time. For the first time, he could confidently say that he was going to be okay.

“Sounds like a plan,” he grins.

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Gray Blazer

Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date

Pairing: CEO!Tom x reader

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

Note: terrible description we all know i suck at them just read and enjoy I guess

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Everyone knew that your boss had expensive taste. He liked to look good no matter the cost, it wasn’t like he didn’t have the money to spare.

You on the other hand were completely different. It wasn’t that you couldn’t afford nice things, your boss paid you well enough to support a good lifestyle, you just weren’t raised to value materialistic things.

It was a stupid idea to not bring your jacket but the weather was nice in the morning so you figured that you wouldn’t need one come the afternoon. However as the cold air hit your body you began to shiver, regretting the fact that you left your sweater at home.

“You’re cold” You glanced at your boss, sitting next to you at the lunch table, there were still a few minutes left before the others arrived to the restaurant for the meeting that was supposed to take place

“Just a little, I’ll be fine” You said, not looking up from the file in front of you.

Tom shook his head, “I told you to bring a jacket.” You ignored him, focusing on making sure the meeting went as smoothly as possible. If anything went south you knew Tom would be grumpier than usual. He rolled his eyes as he fumbled to pull off his blazer, “Here”

You glanced his way, shaking your head at the gray blazer being offered to you, “I’m fin-”

“Just take the jacket” Tom grumbled, “Please I don’t want you to be cold”

Your face heated, butterflies erupting in your stomach as you took the jacket and put it on. It was oversized and with every breath you took you were faced with the rich scent of his cologne. You tried your best to hide your delight as you turned to greet the rest of the members in the meeting that were walking to the table. Tom smirked as he straightened his shirt, standing up to greet everyone

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The meeting went fast thanks to how well you organized everything. As you stepped into the office most of the eyes were on you, staring as you walked to your desk. “You did a good job today” Tom smiled, handing you the files before walking into his office.

It took all about 3 minutes before someone was walking to your desk, this eyes begging for gossip, “I didn’t know you and the boss were that close, no wonder you're his favorite assistant”

Melanie from Accounting was probably the biggest gossip in the office, she knew everything about everyone and never shied away from prying into people’s personal life. She’d been after you job for months, being the CEO’s assistant meant that you knew everything that was happening or going to happen before anything else.

“Melanie, what are you talking about?” You rolled your eyes as you began to organize your desk, “I have work to do”

“Well it’s not everyday that Tom Holland walks through the elevator with a smile on his face and his designer blazer wrapped around someone else” Melanie smiled, “I would only assume that you and him were dating”

You looked down at the blazer you were still wearing. You had honestly forgotten you were still wearing it, but Tom didn’t complain so you didn’t see it as a problem. “I forgot my jacket and the restaurant was cold, he was just being friendly, Melanie now please get back to work”

Melanie pursed her lips, clearly not believing you, “Well fine but when a man lets you borrow his thousand dollar blazer, it doesn’t seem just friendly”

You rolled your eyes as she walked away but curiosity got the best of you. This wasn’t really an expensive blazer, was it?

A quick google search told you everything you needed to know. The blazer in your possession was exactly $1384. You shivered at the price, hating the thought of something so expensive being in your possession, you definitely couldn’t afford to replace it if you messed it up.

Quickly you ran to Tom’s office with the blazer in hand, “here you go thank you for letting me borrow it”

Tom’s stared at you in confusion, “keep it”

Your eyes widened, “absolutely not it’s too expensive I can’t pay you back for it”

He smiled, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back in his chair, “well then that means it’s time for a raise”

You suppressed a chuckle, “I'm not joking please just take it back”

“I gotta say, I do like the sight of you in my clothes”

There it was again, those butterflies flying around your stomach, “What’s it going to take for you to take it back”

Tom sat up, looking at you with a playful grin, “how about you go to dinner with me, Saturday”

You sighed knowing that he would be stubborn and easily charm his way into getting a yes, “fine but I'm only saying yes so you can take the blazer back”

Tom smirked, “yeah we’re totally not gonna fall in love and live happily ever after”

You rolled your eyes as you turned to walk out the room a large smile plastered on your face, “eight o'clock don’t be late”

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buckybarnesandmarvel · 1 year

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pairings: tom holland x reader

warnings: mostly fluff :)

summary: Congrats on 600 followers bb 💜💜💜May I request a 💜 with you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me? and our beloved Tom? 🥺💜

or, in other words, you have a bad day and Tom is the only person you want

a/n: i loved writing this! thank you so much lia darling! ♡♡

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Today had been shit. There was no other way to describe it. You had lost track of time this morning and ended up being late to your meeting, resulting in your boss yelling at you in front of everyone, turning the rest of the day sour. You kept your head down and worked silently, but apparently, you couldn't even do that right, your dickhead of a boss pointing out all of your mistakes in your draft.

As you unlocked the door to your apartment, all you could think about was a nice shower, a hot takeout and your comfy covers. Placing you bag and keys on the counter, you headed straight for the bathroom. The hot water from the shower eased the tension in your shoulders and back as you let out your frustrations of the day though tears, the salty drops mixing with the water cascading down your body. You stayed there for a few more minutes before getting out, steam engulfing the bathroom.

You changed into sweats and one of Tom’s hoodies that he had left last time he came over and got comfortable under your duvet. Your food had arrived in the time you were in the shower and you ate while your laptop played a random movie from Netflix. But, you couldn’t focus on that at the moment. Your thoughts raced around and you wanted to get out. To go out. Anywhere. Just not here, where your mind was able to come up with a-million-and-one things to make your day worse.

You reached for your phone and called Tom, your boyfriend picking up just before the third ring.

“Hi, Tommy,” you breathed out.

“You okay, darling?” Tom’s voice was immediately laced with concern when he heard your tone.

“Yeah... no,” you sighed, “Shit day.”

“How can I help, love?”

“You don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?”

“Our place?”

“15 minutes?”

“I’ll be there in 10.”

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i haven’t written for tom in so long. feedback is appreciated :)

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sleepyhollands · 1 year

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I really like your vampire!Harry blurb! While we’re on the topic of Halloween AUs, could you possibly do one with demon!Tom where Y/N is still subconsciously a little uneasy about their new relationship and has a nightmare about it?

when she was awake, it was easy for y/n to push away anxious thoughts. she knew many of them were silly— tom wouldn’t take advantage of her or attack her in her sleep. but she didn’t have much control when it came to her subconscious and what it chose to display in her head at night, which is why she was currently fisting the sheets as she dreamed, brow furrowed and lips downturned as she visualized tom’s figure in her mind.

while tom didn’t exactly need to sleep, it was a human habit he quite enjoyed partaking in. he often wondered why more of his kind didn’t— it was relaxing, and definitely provided extra energy for more… strenuous activities. so he was puzzled to find himself kicked awake by the girl next to him, dream-clouded confusion morphing into concern as he heard tiny whimpers coming from the opposite side of the bed.

it didn’t take tom long to realize y/n was having a nightmare, seeing as inducing bad dreams was literally written in his job description. but the demon had no experience in the field of rescuing a person from one. acting on pure instinct, he gently shook the distressed girl awake, speaking softly in an attempt to calm her.

“darling,” he whispered as her eyes snapped open in a blind panic, “hey, ’s just me. ’s just me, breathe.” tom thought she might relax a bit after waking, but y/n was really shaken up. “you’re trembling, love. what’s got you so worked up, hm?”

y/n kept her eyes screwed shut, afraid to look up at the face of the creature hovering over her. her bottom lip wobbled as she avoided the question, hiccuping when she felt the soft caress of a warm palm along the side of her face and the pad of a thumb swiping at her cascading tears. the girl wanted to feel soothed by the touch, but the residual fear from her nightmare halted any chance of her calming down.

after a few moments, tom frowned. “baby… need you to talk to me, okay? i can’t help if i don’t know.”

y/n swallowed, her boyfriend just barely registering it in the moonlight peeking through the bedroom window. a minute passed, and just as tom was about to ask again, the girl opened her eyes, then her mouth.

“don’t want you to hate me.”

tom’s brow furrowed. “what?”

“please don’t be mad,” she whispered, eyes pleading as much as her words.

“’m not mad, i’m worried. you can tell me anything, y/n. c’mon, ’s okay.”

y/n took a shaky breath before speaking again. “i h-had a dream that you… hurt me. you said you didn’t want me anymore and you couldn’t let me just go on with my life knowing w-what you are and so you came after me and— and—”

“woah, darling, hey,” tom rushed out, quieting his love’s ever-quickening rant. “that’s never gonna happen, okay? hey, are you listening?” his hand guided y/n’s face to look at him again. “i know this is still new for us, and learning the truth about me was a shock, but i’m never going to hurt you. there’s nothing you could do to make me want you any less or even think about laying a hand on you. d’ you understand?”

y/n sniffled, nodding. “’m sorry, tommy.”

tom shook his head, pulling her against his chest, the human’s back lifting off the mattress as the demon held her close to him. “got nothing to be sorry for. i shouldn’t have sprung this on you so soon— should’ve waited until you were a little more comfortable with us, hm? just… didn’t want to have to lie, y‘ know? i’m sorry it’s scared you like this, love.”

“no, i’m glad you told me. it’s just a lot, and i’m processing. i’ll adjust. promise.”

this eased tom enough for the time being, but he knew they were going to have to discuss this further later. “we’ll talk about it in the morning, m’kay? for now, just let me hold you.”

they stayed that way for a few minutes, finding solace in each other’s warmth, until tom felt a soft snore resonate against the crook of his neck. breathing a sigh of relief, he laid the girl back down against the pillows, careful not to make any sudden moves. getting into a sitting position next to her, he ran a knuckle along the bridge of her nose, and decided that maybe he’d stay awake the rest of the night. just in case.

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potterhead2207 · 2 years

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Interrupted

Tom Holland x Reader Fluff

Chapter 2 of ‘Hello’

Summary: Tom and Y/N enjoy a romantic morning cuddle session before being interrupted by their now 3-month-old daughter Amy.

Warnings: None really, slight bit of smuttiness at the end but nothing too bad :)

A/N: hope you enjoy! this won’t be the last you’ll hear about Tom, Y/N and Amy 🥰

Tom slowly opened his eyes, smiling softly as he gazed at his wife, who was still fast asleep. His arm was trapped under her body, so he wriggled it free, accidentally waking her up in the process. “Oh, sorry, darling, I didn’t mean to wake you,”

“Don’t worry about it, Tommy,” she replied sleepily, snuggling up to him. “This just means we can have some mummy and daddy time before Amy wakes up,”

Tom smirked, stroking her cheek and kissing it lightly. “I like the sound of that,” He said, his lips travelling from her cheek to her neck, making her giggle. He moved her gently to give them both more room and slid his hand into her hair, the other hand on her waist, pulling her closer to finally kiss her lips. The kiss slowly became more passionate, Y/N biting his lip, making him moan.

He moved them both so he was on top of her, slowly sliding his hand underneath her pyjama top. Unfortunately, that was when their morning make-out session had to end, as they could hear their now 3-month-old daughter crying through the baby monitor. Tom sighed, retreating his hand and getting off the bed. “It’s okay, you stay in bed, darling, I’ll sort her out. I know you’re tired. We can have some more alone time when my mum picks her up later,” he told her, giving her a quick peck of the lips and leaving the room.

A few minutes later, Y/N had woken up properly, walking into Amy’s room to see if Tom needed any help, her heart melting at what she walked into. Tom was sat in the little rocking chair they had been gifted at their baby shower, Amy looking tiny in his arms, rocking her back to sleep. “Sweet dreams, baby girl. Daddy loves you,” he told her softly, kissing her forehead and placing her back in her cot. He turned around, blushing when he realised Y/N had been watching him. “Hi, love. You’re awake now?”

“Yeah, and I’m glad I am, that was so sweet to watch. I love you, Tommy,” she told him, walking over to him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“I love you too, darling,” he replied, kissing her lips and resting his forehead on hers.

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lnfours · 7 months

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Being kissed in the middle of a crowded room w/ Tom Holland😭🥺 🪄

ANON!!!!!!!!!!!!

10k celebration

the house was full of people. it was like harrison had invited everyone he knew to his house for the annual get together. you sat next to the twins on the couch, making small talk with some friends of tom's.

you sighed out of relief when tom came back into the room, motioning for harry to move over as he sat down next to you. you smiled over at the brown haired boy as he put an arm around you.

"so," tuwaine's voice caught your attention, turning to look back towards the group, "how long have you two been together now? twenty centuries?"

tom chuckled before looking over at you, "almost 4 years,"

everyone whistled and you blushed softly as the attention made your face turn hot. the small talk continued and harrison was entering the room again, this time calling tom's name.

"you up for another game, mate?"

tom nodded, "yeah, sure," he stood from his spot on the couch, but before leaving he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours. you smiled into the quick kiss, kissing him back sweetly. the gesture didn't go unnoticed as everyone around you whistled and cheered playfully.

"i'll be back, love,"

you smiled, "good luck."

he smiled back at you, laughing at his friends who were still clapping and cheering, "oh, piss off!"

your cheeks were burning hot, but you couldn't help the smile from growing on your face.

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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years

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HOLDING YOUR HAND.

summary: you and Peter go on a walk on your way to open your letters from MIT.

pairing: th!peter parker x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

warnings: FLUFFFFFF, slight angst, set during NWH.

word count: 586, ik very short but i miss him so fkn much.

authors note: blame this post! but no this is genuinely such a cute idea, i just had to.

Peter's hand was latched on to yours.

The two of you were walking down the streets of New York, it was cold and his hand spreads warmth through your body. Fingers intertwined as the two of you talked, making your way to MJ's doughnut shop, MIT letter in your pocket.

"I just have a really good feeling about this, Pete." You smile. You were always the optimistic one compared to MJ and it was refreshing for him. It was nice. You were nice.

As the two of you walk, you try to feel his hand tighten around yours as you try to bite back a wider smile than you had already displayed.

Your hands swung in soft careful motions as the two of you stepped and moved along the path. You and Peter were getting stares. Some of them dirty, some of them strange or confused or conflicted.

You could tell Peter was nervous and you didn't want him to be, so you squeezed his hand just as he had yours, "Don't be nervous, Pete." You sigh, "I'm sure we have a good chance... and even if we don't get in... you're a hero, Pete. You don't need some dumb school to tell you that."

Peter lifted the conjoined hands, kissing your knuckles, "I know, I know." His breath his hot on the back of your hands as he lets them fall by your sides once more. The heat of his breath gets cold, but your palms remaining hot against the cool air of the autumn breeze.

"It's just..." He starts but trails off, you squeeze his hand reassuringly again, "It's just I'm okay with me not getting into school. But the thought of you and MJ and Ned not getting into school just because you know me..."

You stop in your path and Peter keeps walking. It almost makes the two of you fall, but your hands swing before the two of you slowly come to a stop.

"Peter, no." You say sternly, "We are your friends, I am your lover." You say with a playful glare, "I knew what I was getting into the second I found out you were Spider-Man. This has nothing to do with you. Even if they say it is, it's not."

"Y/n... You can't say that. It's true," His lips turn into a frown, "It's my fault."

You shake your head again, "Peter... I promise you. I promise, on my life. That I would never change a thing. I'm not gonna let some fucking school get in the way of me and my dreams... okay? As long as I'm with you."

Peter tries to bite back his assured smile, feeling better with your words that speak volumes. They put a warmth in his stomach and as you look up at him, the sun shining on your face, but your hand attached to his, makes him want to cry and kiss you and cry whilst kissing you. He just loved you so much words couldn't explain it at all.

He nods, "Okay... Okay." He confirms, assuring himself once more. He makes sure that he isn't dreaming by kissing you, assuring himself that you're real. That you're not some figment of his imagination his brain makes up to spite him. You're all he ever wanted in a human being.

You tug on his hand, "C'mon Pete, MJ's gonna be mad if we take any longer!"

The two of you run towards the doughnut shop, hands linked together. Fingers never apart.

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what about tom holland x reader where it's her first time visiting london and she pokes fun at how british everything is but she's really in love with it all

Hehe okay!

Very British : Tom Holland x Reader Blurb

“What was that?” Tom laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.

“You’re telling me that’s not exactly what you guys sound like?” Y/n teased with a grin.

Tom shook his head. “Darling, let’s leave the acting to me, huh?” he teased.

Y/n lightly scoffed. “You’re just scared, darling,” she remarked in her earlier fake British accent.

“What has gotten into you?” Tom chuckled.

Y/n shrugged. “I don’t know,” she hummed. “Maybe my brain is fried from all the fries being called chips, and chips being called crisps, and don’t even get me started on biscuits!”

Tom laughed so hard he had to rest his hands on his knees. “Are you trying to say something?” He asked humorously.

“It’s just all so… British,” she giggled.

“And is that a bad thing?” Tom pressed as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“No, ‘course not,” she promised lovingly. She quickly pecked his lips. “After all, you’re very British too,” she winked.

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h31d1-jan3 · 1 month

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Taken - Tom Holland

Tears threaten to spill as you watched his arm snake around her waist. Of course he’s a liar, all the boys that you like are. What else did u expect, this was THE Tom Holland and THE Zendaya. It didn’t matter how many times he’d told you he loved you and ONLY you, he’d always go back to her. It didn’t matter how many times he’d rolled over in bed and called you ‘his girl’, he’ll always belong to her.

And so there you were, standing there just off the red carpet for Spider-Man: No way home sadness washing over you, watching the man you loved, the man you had given up everything for look at another woman the way you looked at him. Waiting there in your slightly too big, glittery, purple prom dress (that’s all you could afford on your salary) watching Tom in his multi thousand dollar tuxedo and Zendaya in her low-cut spider web design ankle length dress feeling just as insecure as you did when you were 15, watching your boyfriend of the time cheat on you with your best friend.

Finally Tom made eye contact with you. He gave you an annoyed and tired look then smirked as if he was telling you that he’d finally got the girl of his dreams. With that you left not wanting to make your self endure the mental pain any longer.

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Baby Blues

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warnings: angst, postpartum struggles, anxiety

Summary: You’re struggling to get back to normal after the birth of your son

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“Tom please,” you groaned in frustration, “Please just stay a little longer. I just need you to keep an eye on him while I shower.”

“Darling I can’t, I’ve got to get to this meeting,” he kissed your forehead and gave you a sympathetic smile, “I know you’re worried, but he’s sleeping. He won’t notice if you slip away for a moment and take a shower.”

“Tom he’s too young, I can’t leave him on his own yet.”

“I’m not saying leave him alone, just leave the bathroom door open so you can hear him if he starts crying,” he cupped your face, “I’ve really got to get going alright? I promise I won’t be long though. If you're really that worried just wait until I get back.”

“O-Okay,” you blushed, “Have a good meeting.”

“Thank you Peach,” he kissed both of your cheeks and then your lips, “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”

You sighed, watching as he disappeared out the door, leaving you alone with the baby once again. Luca was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone there, even if you were just a few feet away in the shower. You were too worried that he would roll onto his stomach or somehow hurt himself. So instead of showering you laid on the bed and watched him sleep in the bassinet. You held one of his hands while he slept, massaging the back of his soft hand with your thumb.

It was nice, relaxing even, but he didn’t stay asleep for long. Luckily he wasn’t in a fussy mood and after a quick diaper change he was happy to lay on the bed while you cooed at him. Relief flooded over you when Tom finally returned home, you couldn’t wait to shower and finally take a few minutes to yourself. Feeling good about yourself had been a struggle since giving birth, and not being able to spend much time on self care certainly didn’t help.

“Tom,” you smiled happily as he entered your bedroom, “I’m so glad you're home.”

“Ah, me too Peach,” he pressed his lips to your and turned his attention to Luca, “How’s the little monster? Not giving you too much trouble I hope.”

“He’s good, I just hanged him, he might get hungry soon,” you began explaining, “You can just grab me if you need me.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you as he scooped Luca out of your arms, “I’m sorry I made you wait love, I want you to go take a nice, long, relaxing shower to make up for it.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded, “I-I will. Just come get me if he needs something.”

“I will,” he kissed you again before he began to coo at the boy in his arms, “Come on little devil, let’s give mommy a little break,” he peaked up at you, “Go on love, I’ve got him.”

You nodded and took another deep breath before you disappeared into the bathroom. You took a long and very hot shower that left you feeling very clean and very relaxed, at least until you left the bathroom. Tom and Luca were no longer in the bedroom where you’d left them, and it instantly sent your mind into a panic. Worriedly you ran to the nursery, but they weren’t in there either. Your heart was pounding and your mind was in overdrive, you were nearly in tears when you threw open Tom’s office door. At last you found them, Tom was seated at his desk with Luca’s bassinet right beside him.

Tom glanced up at you, a frown coming to his lips when he noticed how upset you looked, “What’s wrong Peach?”

You flushed angrily and stomped over to the bassinet. You lifted Luca out of it and cradled him to your chest, “You can’t just run off with him like that Tom!” you snapped as you rocked the boy in your arms, “How could you do that?!”

He went wide eyed, “I didn’t run off with, I just brought him to my office. We were only a few meters from you.”

“But I didn’t know where he was!” tears welled up in your eyes as you yelled at him, Luca started to bawl almost instantly, “A-And you’re supposed to be watching him!”

“I was watching him love, I had him right beside me,” he stood up, a deep frown etched on his face as he approached you, “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“You weren’t watching him!” you started to sob and pressed your lips to Luca’s head to try and calm him, “I-I didn’t know where he is and you just left him sitting there! I need to know where he is Tom, he’s just a baby.”

“I know, but I only took him to my office,” he rubbed your arms gently to try and soothe you, “Take a deep breath love, I’m sorry I scared you so bad but I promise I was taking care of him. He fell asleep so I laid him down, I wouldn’t just leave him there if he was awake.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and tried to compose yourself, “I just don’t want you taking him places and not telling me about it.”

“And I would never take him somewhere outside of the house without telling you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one of your wet cheeks, “I only brought him to my office Peach.”

“But I’m his mom Tom, I should always know where he is. H-H needs me for everything, he’s only a month old.”

“I know Peach, I understand,” he cupped your face carefully, “I think you’re overreacting a bit though, and you seem really stressed. Why don’t I watch Luca today? You can go relax and take a little me day.”

“I was relaxed,” you flushed and turned away from him, “But then I couldn’t find my son and I got worried.”

“(y/n), it’s okay if you need help,” he brought you close to him again, “I know this has been way more stressful for you than it is for me and you’re trying to deal with postpartum stuff too, but I’m here for you, you can lean on me if you need to.”

“I don’t need help!” you back away from him again, “I’m not having problems Tom, h-he’s my son and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t love, I'm just trying to help,” he tried again, “I want to be here for you if you’re struggling.”

“I’m not,” you glared at him, “I’m taking Luca to the nursery. I need you to put the bassinet back in our room.”

“I will,” he promised with a sigh, “I love you.”

You just pursed your lips and left the room.

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Tom decided to swing by the nursery around 2 to check on you and Luca. Luca was staring up at you while he ate, Tom watched as you cooed affectionately at him. He smiled at the sight and came to stand beside the rocking chair you were in.

“How are you darling?” he set his hand on your shoulder.

“Fine.”

“Wonderful, and how’s our little man?” he reached down to rub Luca’s cheek, “Eating lots, getting nice and strong?”

“Don’t bug him while he’s eating,” you scolded.

“Sorry,” he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, “Have you eaten yet Peach?”

You shook your head, “No, I haven’t had time.”

“You have to take care of yourself too,” he hummed, brushing some of your hair out of your face, “How about I go make you something and bring it up?”

“Will you stay and eat with me?” you blushed and looked up at him.

He nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

Tom ran to the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches for you both, he grabbed some fruit too, and a big water bottle for you. When he returned to the nursery you were burping Luca, patting his back and gently cooing at him. Tom offered to help but you refused so he sat up lunch on the floor for you instead. He pulled out a small cushioned mat and mobile for Luca and asked you to sit, but again you refused.

“He hasn’t burped yet,” you’d switched from standing to sitting with Luca laying down over your lap.

“You’ve been at it for a while Peach, maybe he just doesn’t have to burp,” he suggested, squeezing your leg gently, “Why don’t you put him on the mat for a little while so you can eat?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, yeah.”

Tom kissed the back of one of your hands and took Luca from you. He carefully laid him on the mat and waited for you to join him. Tom had made sure to sit Luca beside him so he could take care of him if need be and you could focus on eating.

“Dig in,” he smiled at you.

A small smile graced your lips as you bit into the sandwich, “Thank you for making lunch.”

“I’m happy to do it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sorry about earlier love.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed and blushed, “I-I know I overreacted, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. I get really anxious when he isn’t with me. I mean I’m his whole world right now, he needs me for everything.”

“I know he does darling,” Tom scooted closer to you and set his hand on your leg again, “It’s alright if you're feeling anxious or scared or anything else, I just need you to tell me so I can help you. I want to be here for you, and him. The last thing I ever want to do is make this harder on you.”

“Y-You aren’t,” you sighed, “You’re the only person I trust with him Tom. It’s just hard right now, I worry about him all the time, I just want to do everything right.”

“You are,” he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead, “(y/n) you’re a wonderful mother, it’s just like you said, you’re his whole world, he absolutely adores you. It’s okay if you're struggling with the postpartum stuff, the doctor said it can be really hard on some people, we can go talk to her about it if we need to.”

“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I’m okay, I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure and you’re hardly sleeping,” he frowned, “You know we could try the bottle again.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, no, he hated it Tom.”

“I know, but that was two weeks ago. They said between two and four weeks, it might be better now,” he sighed as Luca started to cry, you tried to get up to help but he stopped you, “Eat your lunch, I’ll take care of him.”

“He probably needs a pacifier,” you suggest.

“I got it Peach, just relax,” he took the small boy in his arms and began rocking him. Quickly the boy quieted down and began to coo up at his father, “If we got him on the bottles then I could start getting up with him in the night too, that way you could get some more sleep.”

Watching Tom rock him made you smile and you nodded, “Okay, but if he doesn’t like it still I don’t want to push him.”

“That’s alright, we’ll just give it another try,” he ticked the boy's stomach, “And you’re gonna start using those bottles aren’t you brat? You’ve been keeping your mom up non stop, she needs to sleep.”

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Luca had been much more receptive to the bottles when you tried them again. It was nice because it allowed Tom to feed him at night so you could start catching up on some much needed sleep. Unfortunately the extra sleep did nothing to calm your nerves. You still couldn’t stand to be away from Luca for more than a few minutes, and you hated to see anyone but you and Tom holding him. Tom’s parents had come to visit and it took everything in you not to snap at his mom while she held Luca. You felt awful, you loved and trusted Nikki with all of your heart, but the second she picked him up your mind began spiraling to a million worst case scenarios.

Struggling so hard made you feel awful, like you were a bad mom. You thought both your son and husband deserved better, but you kept your struggles to yourself. Tom did his best to help you but work kept him very busy, and it was hard to get through to you when you wouldn’t open up to him. That’s why he had again brought up the idea of going talking to your doctor about possible postpartum struggles, but you just couldn’t stand to hear it. Everything he said just amplified your own anxious thoughts, you couldn’t handle Tom also thinking that you were a bad mother.

“I don’t need help Tom!” you snapped at him as soon as he brought the idea up, “I’m perfectly fine! You’re not even around enough to realize how fine I am!”

His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, “I-I’m sorry, if you need me around more th-”

“No! That’s not what I said!” you pinched your nose in frustration. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you just wanted him to think you were capable, “I’m just saying you’re not here all the time. I am perfectly fine okay? I can take care of our son, I’m gonna be a good mom. I’m just adjusting still, I can’t get used to all of this overnight.”

“I don’t expect you too, we both knew things would be different,” he reached for you, a deep frown came to his lips when you pushed him away, “It just seems like you're really struggling here and I want to help. I don’t want you to feel so stressed out all the time, and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but your doctor-”

“Will you stop bringing up the fucking doctor?!” you cut him off, suddenly tears were welling in your eyes and you found yourself crying again, “I don’t want to talk to the fucking doctor Tom. I don’t want to, I don’t need to, I-I can do this.”

You’re yelling had woken up Luca, causing him to start crying in his bassinet. Tom looked between you and him, his mouth hanging open as he debated what to do. Of course he wanted to reach out and comfort you but Luca demanded his attention. So he got out of bed and scooped the boy from his bassinet before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He cooed at the boy and rocked him while you sniffled alone on your side of the bed.

“(y/n)?” Tom peaked over you.

You refused to look at him, instead drawing your legs to your chest and hugging yourself tight, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, you too,” you mumbled into your knees.

“Do you wanna take him for a second?” he offered a now calmed Luca to you with a smile, “Look, he’s smiling at you, I think he wants you,” the tiniest smile graced your lips and you opened up your arms to take the baby from him. Tom wiped your eyes as he handed him over, “See? He totally adores you.”

You rocked Luca for just a moment before he started to sob once more. You felt your own anxiety spiking again and passed him back to Tom so he could sooth him again. Tom blushed as he took him, he apologized to you as he rocked the boy in his arms. He started to settle again and your heart dropped into your stomach.

“It’s probably his stomach,” Tom tried to assure you, “I mean he ate a little bit ago, he’s about due for a new diaper.”

You felt so awful and you were already so exhausted that you just didn’t have it in you to say anything else. You didn’t want to argue with him about doctors or whether or not you needed help, and you didn’t want to stay up and watch Tom take care of your son when you couldn’t. So you rolled over while Tom climbed out of bed, deciding it would be better for you to stare at the wall until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up the following morning you were still exhausted. Tom had gotten up with Luca throughout the night in an effort to let you get some more sleep, but it hadn’t really helped. Your anxiety kept you up through most of the night.

It certainly didn’t help that Luca had been in a fussy mood all morning. Nothing could keep his attention for more than a few minutes and when you sat down to try and feed him he refused to latch. He just kept crying and you did your best to soothe him while you moved him to your other breast, hoping that would fix the issue.

You ran into the same problem of him refusing to latch and you had no idea what to do. You tried some things the doctors told you could help him latch but none of them helped. He was obviously hungry, and you were trying to help, but he just wouldn’t eat. You felt awful listening to him cry and you tried to rock him and sooth him the best you could but nothing helped. It became too much for your sleep deprived mind and you found yourself starting to cry too.

“Come on Luca, you’ve got to eat,” you tried to prompt him, “We’ve done everything else, I know you’re hungry. We’ve done it a million times, you’ve just got to latch on okay? Come on,” you tried again but he only started crying harder when you brought his mouth to you, which made you cry even harder too, “I’m trying so hard Luca, I’m sorry, please eat for me.”

When Tom walked into the nursery he found the rocking chair facing the window, gently rocking back and forth. Luca was crying and when he stepped closer he was shocked to find you were sobbing just as hard. You had him cradled to your chest, like he was about to eat, but he was just bawling.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked curiously.

“He won’t eat,” you sobbed, “I-I’ve been trying and trying and he just won’t latch on. I don’t know what to do Tom. I know he’s hungry but he won’t eat, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he bent down in front of you, “Why don’t I grab a bottle and give that a try? It seems like you could use a minute.”

Reluctantly you nodded and passed Luca to him. Tom rocked the boy in his arms and cooed at him while he warmed up a bottle. Luca calmed down a bit while his father rocked him, but he kept crying until the bottle was ready. With no effort at all Tom got him to take the bottle, he stopped crying in an instant and made happy little sounds while he ate.

“There we go buddy. That’s better right?” Tom poked his nose with a smile, “Just wanted to be a brat huh?”

You were happy he was eating, but you hated how easily Tom had calmed him and gotten to eat. You hated that he’d taken the bottle over you. He was barely over a month old, he was supposed to love you more than anything in the world, but he’d picked a plastic bottle over you. It made you feel awful and reminded you of your failure to be the kind of mother he deserved. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

“Tom?” you sniffled.

He smiled over at you, “Do you wanna take over?”

You shook your head, “No, I-I just really need some sleep. Could you watch him for a little while?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Take all the time you need, I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you,” your hands trembled as you stood.

Tom leaned over to give you a kiss, you barely let your lips brush his before you left the room. You ran right to your bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed. You pulled a pillow to your chest and ended up crying yourself to sleep there.

While you were sleeping Tom took care of Luca, but he came by your room to check on you. He found you were curled up on your bed, clutching a pillow with puffy, tear stained cheeks and red eyes. It made him feel awful, he wanted so badly to help you but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t let you continue to feel so awful, he had to do something. Just talking to you didn’t seem like a great idea since last time he tried to get you to open up you’d just ended up fighting. Instead he ended up calling Harrison and his brothers over to help him come up with something. After a bit of plotting, Sam helped him cook a nice dinner for you and he went up to your room to wake you up. You were groggy and tired as he pulled you over to the nursery where Harrison was waiting.

“Why is Harrison here?” you blushed.

“Because he’s going to watch Luca for us,” Tom smiled happily at you but your heart rate skyrocketed instantly, “I know you don’t like being away from him though, so we aren’t going to go far. I just thought you and I could have a nice dinner down in the garden. Harrison will watch Luca and Sam and Harry are here too in case he needs help, but I’m sure he won’t.”

You pursed your lips, reluctant to hand over the baby in your arms, “I-I don’t know Tom.”

“(y/n) you don’t have to worry,” Harrison assured you, he stepped up to you with open arms, “You two will be just down stairs, I promise I’ll take the best care of him in the world.”

“Harrison is his godfather,” Tom reminded you, “We decided we trust him enough to raise him, I’m sure we can leave him in his care for just a few hours.”

“I do trust him,” you blushed, “B-But he’s so young.”

“I could come down there with you,” Harrison offered, “If you’d rather he be close to you I could come down and sit just a few feet away with him the whole time. It’s okay if you’re anxious about it, but Tom told me you’ve been really stressed and I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just watching the baby for a night.”

You took a deep breath before you passed Luca over to him, “I-It’s okay, you can stay up here with him. Just promise you’ll come get us if he gets too fussy?”

“Of course, go enjoy your date,” he wrapped his free arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Try and relax a little.”

You nodded and kissed Luca’s head, “Be good for Hazzy okay?”

“He will be, he wants his mom to have a nice relaxing evening,” Tom kissed your cheek and took your hand, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Tom led you downstairs, Harry and Sam were busy at work in the kitchen finishing dinner and dessert for you. They greeted you happily and insisted you go sit down and let them take care of you. Outside was a small outdoor dining table and chairs you and Tom had eaten at a lot before Luca was born. The fresh air felt nice and helped ease your nerves about being away from Luca.

“It’s nice out here,” you commented, “I don’t think I’ve been outside in a few weeks.”

“Dinner’s here!” Harry interrupted, beaming as he sat a plate in front of each of you, “I hope you’re both hungry.”

“It’s not good for you love,” Tom squeezed your thigh.

“I know, but I don’t want Luca to get sick.”

You giggled while he played waiter for you both, “Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome, enjoy,” he winked while he walked away.

Tom chuckled, “I helped Sam with some of the cooking so I hope it’s good.”

“I’m sure it will be,” you couldn’t help but glance up at the nursery window, “Did he eat again?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, just a little bit ago, and he’s got plenty of bottles up there,” Tom frowned as your face fell, “What’s wrong?’

“Nothing,” you bit your cheek, “I-I’m trying not to worry about him too much.”

“It’s okay if you are. We can talk about it.”

You looked away shamefully, “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get over it.”

“Not if you don’t talk about it,” he pushed again, “I don’t want to fight again, but I really want to help you, and I know you’re struggling. You spent half of today crying, I hate seeing you like that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you tried again, “I’ll be okay Tom.”

“It is a big deal, you’re my wife, I want to take care of you,” he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could take both of your hands, “I can tell you're struggling but I need you to let me in so I can help you. I feel awful (y/n), we’ve never had problems like this, I-I don’t know if I did something or what but I just want to fix it.”

Your bottom lip started to quiver and you felt your eyes starting to water again, “It’s not you Tom.”

“Then what is it? Please let me help, I’m your husband, I love you so much. I just want to give you, and our son, the best life I can.”

“I-It’s Luca,” you mumbled, sinking into your chair to try and hide, “I feel so anxious all the time. I hate it when I’m not with him, I hate it when anyone else holds him. I feel like I can’t trust anyone but you with him, and I just don’t know what to do. I feel like such a bad mom. I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much, a-and then today I couldn’t even feed him!” you were sobbing at that point, “He’s just a baby, he’s supposed to need me still.”

“(y/n),” he pulled you to his chest so you could sob against him, “You aren’t a bad mom, it’s alright to struggle. And he absolutely does need you, he might just prefer the bottle sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything, you’re still the one providing for him.”

“What if I never get better? What if I’m just terrified all the time and I smother him and he ends up hating me.”

“You won’t, I promise you won’t,” he rocked you in his arms while he spoke, “There is nothing wrong with needing help with this, struggling doesn’t make you a worse mom. The doctor told us lots of people struggle with postpartum, remember? And I’ve been doing a little research on it, it’s a lot more common than you think. You just had a baby, your hormones are crazy right now, and your body is trying to heal. It would be unfair to expect you to get better overnight,” he let out a deep sigh, “I know a lot of this is on me too. I haven’t been there as much as I should be, I shouldn’t be working right now. I should be taking time off so I can take care of you and Luca, I’m sorry I haven’t been carrying my weight here.”

You blushed and shook your head, “It’s not your fault Tom, I know you’re doing what you can.”

“I haven’t been doing enough,” he kissed the side of your head, “Look I talked to Harrison and my brothers and they’ve agreed to take charge for a while so I can take a step back and focus on you and Luca. It’s what I should have done from the beginning, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to do that Tom.”

“Yes I do, you’re my wife, and he’s my son. You two are my whole world, I need to be there for both of you,” he wiped your eyes while you sniffled and tried to calm yourself again.

“I-I’m sorry Tom,” you choked on your own words as you spoke.

“Sorry?” he frowned, “Darling you have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who fucked up.”

“B-But things have been so different,” you looked away from him, “I’m always tired and I look like shit all the time. My bodies all fucked up annd we can’t even have sex anymore, y-you deserve better than that.”

“Don’t ever say something like that to me again,” he said sternly, “Your body is not fucked up, your body just gave us our son, and now it needs time to heal, you need time to heal. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling so bad about yourself, but I hope you know I still think you’re the most gorgeous person in the world, and I promise I always will. There is nothing on earth I would rather have than you and our son, I’m the luckiest person in the whole universe,” he pulled you back to him and you buried your head in his chest, “Now it’d be stupid for me to say I don’t care about sex, because I obviously like having sex with you, but I don’t expect that from you, and I never will. If you never wanted to have sex again it wouldn’t make me love you any less.”

“I wanna have sex again,” you mumbled against his chest, making him laugh and squeeze you again.

“Yeah I do too, I’d like to give Luca some brothers and sisters,” he sighed and rubbed your back gently, “But you know if this is too much and you don’t want to have any more kids after this then that’s okay too. All I want is for you to get better so we can enjoy our son together.”

“I just wanna be normal and be able to do things with him without freaking out.”

“You’ll get there darling, it’ll get better,” he promised, “And I’ll be here every step of the way for whatever you need.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you pulled back from him just enough to press your lips to his, “Luca’s really lucky to have you as his dad, and I’m even luckier to have you as my husband.”

“Are you crazy? We’re obviously the lucky ones,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I know you’ve been pretty against going to the doctor, and I don’t want to upset you by bringing it up again, but I really think you should think about it. She knows how to help you with this, and as much as I love you, I don’t have that. She'll be able to help you better than me, or anyone else, can.”

You flushed but ended up nodding, “I-I want to go see her Tom, I want to feel better. I want to be able to sleep more and take him out places and let other people hold him.”

“You will, I promise you will. We’ll call her first thing tomorrow so we can get in as quickly as possible,” he placed one of his hands on your cheek, “There’s nothing wrong with needing help, and there’s lots of people around you that love you and want to help you. I mean just look at tonight, Haz and my brothers dropped everything so they could be here for you. We all wanted to give you a nice night and help you relax for a little while. I promise we’ll all be here to help you get better too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. For the first time since you’d come home from the hospital you finally felt at peace. You knew it would still take time to get better, but it was a start. It was comforting just to know Tom would be there with you from now on, that you could lean on him until you were better.

“Thank you for doing all this Tommy,” you mumbled against his neck.

“You’re welcome Peach,” he kissed your head and squeezed you against him, “You really don’t have to mention it though, I’m just trying to be a good husband.”

“You’re the best husband.”

“You’re perfect,” he nuzzled his nose against yours again before he kissed you, “I love you.”

“And you’re the best wife,” he chuckled, “So how does my gorgeous wife feel about finishing our dinner? Then maybe we can talk about something that won’t make you cry for a while?”

You nodded, “That sounds perfect Tom.”

You smiled wide and pressed your lips to his again, “I love you too.”

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