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dani-says-stuff · 1 year ago

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Two Skeptics And A Believer Walk Into A Haunted Room...

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❥ I'm so so so sorry for the shitty and abrupt ending on this one, I just got bored and kiiinda ran out of ideas on where to take the last 20 or so minutes of the video... who knows I might make a pt. 2 and finish the video at some point if I can think of something to add

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Tommyinnit x fem!reader

Summary: Sounds like the beginning of a bad joke right? But, it just so happens to be a very accurate description of you, Tommy, and Jack entering the Ram Inn for your guest appearance on the Sam and Colby youtube channel

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: creepy stuff, hauntings, demons, language, probably an inaccurate spirit box session, inconsistent capitalization, shitty writing.. this is definately not one of my better ones

Dialogue Key:

Y/N

Tommy

Jack

Sam

Colby

James, the tour guide

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The group of you began in a courtyard of the Ram Inn, Jack to your right and Tommy to your left while Sam and Colby stood before you.

Tom had originally just asked Jack to come with him for the video, assuming you'd want nothing to do with it after how annoyed you seemed during the entire 'uncle nasty' situation. He quickly realized his mistake when you followed him around the apartment for an hour begging him to ask Sam and Colby if you could come along.

"And what about you?" Sam asked, eyes trained on you.

Jack had finished telling the story of his experience on stream and Tom declared his adamancy that ghosts aren't real, but you'd yet to speak.

"Oh I believe 100%" you spoke with a smile, completely ignoring your boyfriend perched beside you staring at you as if you were insane, "I've always wanted to try something like this, I just couldn't justify spending all the money on equipment."

"Yeah" Sam drawled out scratching the back of his neck, "it does get a bit expensive."

"Exactly!" you chirped, gesturing to the two older boys before you, "but since you already have it... now I get to do it free of charge!"

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You quickly noticed, that despite his insistence that everything was fine, Tom was starting to get jumpier than normal inside the building.

Usually, whenever a camera is around, your boyfriend became a hyper-sugar-high-nighmare that would be bouncing off the walls and jumping all over the place. Now, however, it seemed he barely registered the camera being on at all.

Instead, he seemed dazed, taking special care to analyze every corner of the room and register every individual item placed in the general area. If you didn't know about the demons that were said to call this place their home, you'd say the scariest thing was the way Tom was acting.

The guide soon gathered the group in the center of the room to begin the tour, "There's two main demons, One's an incubus and one's a succubus. John, who owned the building, he was attacked by them quite a lot."

You closed your eyes, lowering your head slightly in embarrassment for what was to come. You'd been dating Tom long enough to know exactly where his mind was at.

"So was he like... into demon..."

You didn't expect that though.

"Why would you ask that?" you hissed slapping his shoulder, before looking back to your guide, "was he though? I am kinda curious now."

Jack mumbled, shaking his head similar to that of a parent watching their kids doing something they shouldn't, "Children."

"No." James responded, drawing out his answer as if deliberating in his mind, "No, no-no."

Tommy looked down at you right as you looked up at him. The both of you stared at each other for all of two seconds before nodding in conclusion.

"Yeah-"

"-he definitely did."

As the rest of the group continued talking over the specifics of the demons in the Inn, it took all of your strength to keep from laughing at your boyfriend.

"So like" Tommy cut off the guide, "what are the boundaries sexually? like I'm not trying to be immature... this is just like really freaking me out-"

"Tom!" you gasped through laughter, "it's a demon! Love, I dont think it has boundaries."

The rest of the group began laughing, everyone but Tommy.

"Well what about my boundaries!" he complained hands splayed across his chest, only making you laugh harder "Don't laugh at me! I'm being serious!"

James, the tour guide entered the conversation, "No, is not no."

Toms's facial expression dropped, one hand going for your wrist while the other continued gesturing out before him as he spoke, "I- Well, mate that's not how that works!"

By now, you were practically on the floor with laughter, the only thing keeping you up was your arm raised high above you in Tommy's grip.

"They're a demon, I don't think they care."

"Well, I care!"

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"This room by far is the most... decorated?" you spoke, looking around at all the creepy items placed around the room.

"Yeah, it's like theyre trying to make this place scary" Sam agreed, looking down at a dusty mirror desplaying the words 'help me' at the back wall of the room.

Jack took the singular chair in the room, while the rest of the group stayed standing, listening as the tour continued.

Well, continued for all of a few minutes when a candle fell from the table behind where Jack sat.

You jumped, grabbing onto Tommy, "I didn't like-"

You were swiftly cut off by a girl's voice coming from the window, "Nope. I really didn't like that."

The group began freaking out, Sam moving closer to investigate the noise and Tommy tugging your arm behind him, shuffling in front of you. Creating as much space from that general area and you as he could.

"Hello?" he shouted, one arm holding you behind him and the other holding the Minecraft sword before him, "Hello? Can you check the window?"

Everyone began deliberating what was going on, trying to figure out an explanation for what was going on. By now, you were burrowing yourself into Tom's side, one of his arms securely wrapped around you, swinging the sword before the both of you as he tried to get the group to go check outside.

Sam tried to bring up the candle, but Tommy had his mind set on figuring out what was going on. The candle could wait, but if there were people waiting outside messing with you all, they could easily leave at any second.

However, after checking around several times, it became obvious that whatever you heard wasn't outside the hotel.

It had to have been inside.

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You all decided to cut the tour short and begin the investigation due to the amount of stuff you all seemed to be experiencing.

So, you all began the night in the witch's room with the spirit box.

"Is there anything here that wants to talk to us?"

"Please just say Hi or something" Tommy spoke bouncing anxiously on his feet, "I'm really just not having a good time-"

Ooh

Sam pointed down at the box, a smile growing on his face "Was that just a hello?"

Jack, on the other hand, wasnt as easily convinced, "Eh... it was a very faint something."

"Can you tell us a name? or who you might be?"

After a few moments of silence, Tommy and Jack made up an impromptu rap for the ghosts, and despite a few other unintelligible noises, nothing else seemed to happen in the room.

However, before leaving the room, you set up the REM pod on the bed just in case.

"I just remembered something" Sam spoke up when the REM pod began to go off in response to Jack, "The witch only likes respect..."

"Oh, thats right!" Colby shouted, "That's why we got the offerings-"

You whipped around, facing the tall raven-haired man behind you, eyebrows raised high, "I'm sorry... the what?"

"Yeah! The witch will only talk to people if she wants to. because like, if you're being disrespectful or too stupid she's like 'I don't wanna talk'"

You turned back, clicking your tongue and shrugging with fake sympathy as you faced Tommy. "You hear that?" you sighed, resting a hand on his shoulder, "Looks like we're gonna have to kick you out of this investigation."

Tommy sputtered looking around, "Wha- Why?"

Jack stepped forward, knowing where you were going with this, "Yeah mate," he added shaking his head sorrowfully, "You may have to wait outside for this one."

You and Jack looked at each other with a smirk,

"Ya know," you continued, "to keep you from acting-"

"-too stupid"

"-Too stupid"

Tommy looked at the both of you, mouth agape. "Common now, that was just mean."

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For the first Estes method run of the night, Tommy volunteered to go under as you all investigated the first floor. The rest of you now stood huddled around him as he sat in the rocking chair with the headphones on.

"Is there anybody here with us? you were just making the REM pod go off earlier"

Get Down.

"Were we being disrespectful upstairs?"

Me and You.

"Is anyone upstairs?"

I need you.

You furrowed your brows at that. Both Sam and Colby brought up the succubus, but neither directly asked the question, so you decided you would.

"Like the succubus? O-or Incubus I guess? I dunno one of the demons?"

silence.

"You said you needed something? What do you need?" you asked again, but still received no response.

You laughed a little to yourself, "Welp I guess it doesn't like me then." your eyes widened, "Actually, uh, ghosts, please do not confirm or deny that statement... I think I'd rather you be silent on that one, I don't really want to know."

The rest of the group, except for Tommy obviously, laughed a little under their breath at your words before continuing the investigation.

"Is there something evil here? something that's keeping you here?"

Going on.

"Something evil going on"

"That makes sense" you agreed, "It's the most haunted place in England right?" you asked looking between the two, "It has to have had something evil going on at some point"

"Yeah" Colby nodded, "this place has had "Evil" for around 5,000 years."

"We hear there's demons here, is that true?"

Earth Under.

"Like... buried?" you asked.

Jack nodded at your words, adding another question for the two boys, "Yeah, because a lot of shit was like, dug up here as well, right-"

Tunnel to the left.

"oh my god," you breathed out, "Isn't that where they dug up that grave?"

"Oh yeah!" Sam exclaimed running over into the next room, "this is where they found the tunnel that used to be a grave, which would've been-"

"-to my left."

The three of you scurried back into the room where Tommy and Colby stayed to continue talking to the ghosts.

"Are you talking about the tunnel in the other room? where did that lead to?"

no response.

Just as you were about to ask a question, Tom yelped, quickly grabbing the headphones and ripping them off due to a low, loud, and deep voice suddenly coming through the speakers.

next under, was Jack.

"What's your purpose here ghost? What do you want?"

The child

You and Tommy both began freaking out at that while Sam and Colby stood to the side somewhat confused.

"Everyone used to call me the child!" he yelled, a vice-like grip on your arm as he spoke to the other two and the camera, "Everyone would call me the child!"

"Woah... whats even weirder" Sam explained, "was the bones they found underneath here were a child's."

"Well, uh, that's good" your voice shook slightly, "that means it might not be referring to you then."

"Do- do you mean tunnel child or- or Tom child?"

no answer.

"ya know," you spoke nervously, "I kinda wanted to try, but now I'm not too sure."

Yes.

"oh no." you laughed, "I-uh, I didn't like that at all."

"Are you sure you do not want to try?" Sam asked, laughter in his tone, "I think they want you to"

Yes.

"Well..." you drawled, "I don't really uh, I don't really know... we seem to be getting a lot here without me doing that.."

"We are going back to the witch's room next to give her an offering" Colby mentioned, "you could do it there if you'd like. We didn't get much activity up there."

"True" you trailed off, thinking it over, "Yeah sure, I'll do it there."

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Not too long later, you were now sat in a different chair up in the witch's room, getting ready for the Estes method after giving the witch her new Minecraft creeper and scrub-daddy offerings.

"Nah" you spoke, waving Tom over near you, "You sit right there and give me your hand" you demanded pointing to the floorboards to your side.

"Why?"

"Because I know how you are. No way I'm letting you float around this room to scare me and tap on my shoulders and shit- sit down."

And with that, Tommy sat on the floor, hand folded in yours as you put the headphones on and pulled down the blindfold.

"Is anyone here with us?"

Nothing.

"Elspeth, are you here with us?"

You jumped in your chair, not quite ready to hear anything come through the headphones.

Yes.

"Have you found us disrespectful?"

One.

"One of us was disrespectful?"

"Probably fucking Tom." Jack scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"AY! Why'd you say that!"

"Oh I don't know, you're the one that has been yelling at her!"

"Have not!"

"you just were like two seconds-"

you squeezed Tom's hand, unknowingly cutting off Jack and Tommy's argument as you spoke, "I don't know what it just said, but it sounded like laughing at the end."

Colby tilted his head, eyes furrowing, "laughing? why would she be laughing?"

'm not.

"What do you mean you're not?" Tom pestered, "You just did so-"

Him.

Toms's brow crinkled further, confusion settling into his expression.

"Him?" Sam asked, "Do you mean it's not Elspeth anymore?"

"Yeah, are we talking to someone else?"

your head quirked to the side, confused at the noise coming through the headphones, "It's like a bell?" you spoke, "Yeah like I hear a bell ringing."

"Oh!" Sam yelled, "Like ding ding, that's right!"

"Maybe"

"Who are you then? who are we speaking to?"

Bad.

"You're bad? Or is something here bad?"

Evil.

"What do you mean evil?"

The next.

Colby turned to Sam, realization dancing in his eyes, "The bishop's room. Thats our next stop, known to be a center for the demon-"

You yelped, tearing off the headphones when loud, evil laughter flooded your ears. You squeezed Tom's hand, yanking his arm to get a semi-awkward positioned hug from the boy.

"That sucked" you spoke, voice muffled by his sweatshirt.

"What happened?" he asked you, eyes wide and gaze quickly moving to each of the older guys in the group, attempting to calm you the best he can while freaking out himself.

"There was loud laughter." you explained, gesturing around our head, "it was like thousands of people all laughing all around my head."

Once again.... so very sorry for the shitty ending- I couldn't think of anything else to put...

#tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit imagine #mcyt x reader #sam and colby imagine

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ejzah · 1 year ago

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An Error in Judgment, Part 6

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When they arrived back at the boat shed, Callen, Kensi, and Rountree were grouped around the main table, on a call with Eric. Rountree caught Sam’s eye as they walked in, and held up a finger, brows furrowed as Eric rattled off some information.

Deeks instantly felt his spirits lift at the sight of Kensi. She smiled back, walking over as the phone call finished up.

“Hey, how’s it been with Rountree?” Deeks asked, tone lowered.

“He talks less than you, but has worse taste in music, so it’s kind of a trade off,” she teased.

“And I’m loving the lack of candy wrappers and partially eaten sandwiches of questionable age.”

“Jerk.” The word was filled with so much fondness that he knew Kensi had missed him as much as he did her.

“So, did you find out anything from your interviews?”

“Yeah. Sergeant Wiles’ wife said her husband had been helping out a friend of his who was having trouble with a bad loan. She couldn’t give us a name, but she did say they talked the day Wiles went missing before. The last time she saw him, Wiles told her he was going to take care of things.”

“That definitely fits with everything his former commander said about him,” Deeks mused. “I’m assuming Callen hasn’t gotten anything out of Tom Nelson yet.”

“Nope. Eric’s going through Wiles’ recent contacts now. Hopefully we’ll figure out who he was meeting with,” Kensi explained. She glanced back at the others, Sam had joined Callen and Rountree, giving them the illusion of privacy.

“Callen mentioned you guys had to swap out because you were hurt. What happened?” Her eyes roved over him in an automatic assessment.

“Eh, I tore my burns open when we were taking Nelson in,” Deeks told her, brushing off her concern. There was no reason to distract over something so stupid.

“Oh my god!” Kensi touched his shoulder, seeming to forget their current hands off at work policy.

“Don’t worry, Sam was a perfect nurse and took care of all my wounds,” Deeks said, winking at him playfully. Sam shook his head, but didn’t intrude on the conversation.

“Well, I’m not sure how I feel about Sam getting all touchy-feely, but I’m glad he was there.” Kensi smoothed her hand down his arm once. She heaved a sigh, then released him, pulling on her agent face. “Can’t leave you out of my sight for two seconds,” she sighed.

Deeks smiled, shrugging off the shiver that worked its way up his spin. Which of course twinged one of his burns, making him wince reflexively.

“Babe, you ok?” Kensi asked, lightly touching his chest, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I just, uh—”

He was saved from having to come up with a response.

“Hey, love birds, Eric got us a lead!” Sam called out. “Get your butts over here.”

Kensi pulled her hand back and cleared her throat sheepishly. “We’ll finish discussing this at home,” she murmured.

“On the day he died, Wiles spoke with a Richard Bamboat for 20 minutes. He also called or texted that number several times over the last month,” Callen explained as they joined the rest of the team.

“Wiles also transferred several hundred dollars to Bamboat’s account over that time in varying amounts,” Rountree added.

“So, you think Bamboat might have something to do with Wiles’ death?” Kensi asked.

“It’s a possibility.”

“Could be he didn’t have any idea what Wiles had planned. Or, he’s too afraid to come forward even if he suspects something,” Deeks said.

“Either way, Kensi and Rountree, go talk to him,” Callen decided. “Deeks, you wanna join me for the rest of Tom Nelson’s interrogation? I think you deserve it after tearing your back open.”

“I would love to,” Deeks agreed. He flashed Kensi a parting smile, following after Callen, ignoring how uncomfortably warm he suddenly felt.

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A/N: Hm, maybe Deeks should have those burns looked at by a professional. Thanks for continuing to read this little story!

#ncis la fanfiction #densi #marty deeks #kensi blye #Sam and Callen #Rountree #whump and fluff #an error in judgment #part 6 #ejzah fanfiction

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thetarttfuldickhead · 11 months ago

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A Jamie-centric pre-OT3 Christmas story told in 25 short chapters.

Masterpost / AO3

16.

“And with that, it’s all over at Vicarage Road! Watford prevails 3-0 over fellow Premier League relegates Richmond, after a nowadays characteristically lacklustre performance from the Greyhounds. Jamie Tartt had Richmond’s best chance early on in the second half, but failed to capitalize on an elegant pass from Richard Montlaur, and Watford took full advantage of of the visitors’ inability to create anything truly dangerous.”

Jamie went through the motions, shaking the hands of the Watford players and hugging and patting his teammates on the back as he made his way off the pitch, but in his mind he was already back at his house, collapsing into bed and not getting up for at least ten hours. Let sleep pull him away from this fucking shitshow of a game, and the fucking shitshow that had been his visit at Keeley’s place yesterday, and the fucking shitshow that would be the upcoming holiday, because after how things had gone with Roy there was no chance in hell he’d be able to make things right with his mum.

Walking past a mirror in the visitors’ dressing room, he automatically took stock of his appearance, and would have recoiled at the sad sight if he hadn’t been too dejected to care even about that.

Jamie Tartt. The ghost of shitshows past, present and future.

“Don’t beat yourself up, boyo,” Colin said as he walked past him, likely assuming that Jamie’s look of defeat was all down to the actual defeat and the missed goal. “Happens to the best of us.”

“Yeah, evidently,” Jamie muttered, but with such a lack of conviction that it earned him a sympathetic smile and another pat on his shoulder rather than a scowl or eyeroll.

“It was very clumsy of you, but we still would have lost even if you had scored, so it doesn’t matter,” Jan Maas added, and Jamie wondered if it would really count as being a prick if he murdered Jan just a little.

“All right, boys, not gonna lie, that was a tough one, but you know—“ Ted with a rousing speech, and normally Jamie would have done his best to pay attention because that’s what the new and improved Jamie did, and because Ted’s speeches, long and confusing as they sometimes were, actually did tend to leave him feeling better.

But today he just couldn’t seem to keep focus on the gaffer’s friendly drawl, no matter how hard he tried, and he soon gave up. Sat down on the floor and let the words turn into background noise, shapless static, until the silence told him it was time to get up, get changed, get out.

The journey home was a silent affair, a far cry from their ride to Winchester the other day. It had started rowdy and only gotten worse as Declan brought out the hot toddy that his wife had made, and Jan brought out the bisschopswijn that he had bought, and Richard declared that both drinks were sinful waste of good wine and brought out four bottles of a very long French name that Jamie couldn’t remember.

Isaac had only let them have one sip of each offering, because “gonna be lots of little kiddies at the market, so we’re going to fucking behave, yeah”, but that had been plenty to warm them, and they’d descened upon the pitoresque market in an abundance of high spirits and good cheer.

Jamie had found his Mummy a nice blanket, and Roy a boxset of novels in an old bookshop that Sam convinced them to go into. (Well, he hadn’t found the set, Tom had, picking it up and asking, “hey, wasn’t this the guy Roy was obsessed with last year? I sat next to him on the ride to the Sheffield game and he was reading this book he just woulnd’t shut up about. Don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk that much before”, but it had been Jamie who quietly snuck back to the store after the others have moved on to the hot chocolate stall and bought the set.)

Fat lot of good that would do him now.

Jamie picked up his phone and started scrolling down his Twitter feed, hoping for something to distract him from the dull ache in his chest. Not a great idea, as it turned out; him fumbling that goal hadn’t exactly gone unnoticed. To make matters worse, City had won their game against Crystal Palace 3-0, and some industrious little twat had put together a stupid fucking video of Jamie scoring for City last season, him missing his shot today, a reaction shot of him as Watford scored, and City’s celebration of their win at Selhurst Park. imagine going from that to this just coz u wanna eat pussy on tv lmao, the caption read.

Jamie traced his thumb over the skyblue figures jumping and hugging each other as Pep walked among them, handing out cuddles and bum pats. De Bruyne had Paddy in a playful headlock, shouting something jubilant in his ear. Champions, well on the way to securing their fourth League title in a row.

That had been Jamie, just half a year ago. Could have been him still, if only—

But if he’d still been at City, he wouldn’t have had Dani leaning against his shoulder and soring gently as they turned onto Nelson Road. There’d have been no trip to Winchester. And – and that was the only thing that fucking mattered in the end, wasn’t it? – if he’d still been at City, his phone would be blowing up with calls and messages from Dad right about now, and the mere thought of it was enough to turn his stomach.

As if on cue, his phone started buzzing, startling him badly enough that he almost disloged Dani from his shoulder. “Sorry, amigo,” Jamie murmured, receiving a sleepy mumble in response, as he glanced at the screen.

Keeley, again. She’d tried calling him last night, and sent a couple of messages, but he’d let the call go to voicemail, ignored the voicemail, and the messages too.

It’d been fucking stupid of him to think she really wanted to help him with his brand, he supposed. He should talk to her, probably. Just to… Well. He didn’t know. Something.

Jamie declined the call. The coach came to a halt. He went home.

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Two hours later, after he had dutifully eaten an nutritionst approved frozen meal and almost dozed off in front of Q&A, Jamie was jolted awake by a loud, insistent banging on his front door.

He sat, blinking and scowling towards the hall. Had Roy decided to come calling and yell at him some more? Jamie was not in the mood for that. If he just ignored it—

“Jamie! I know you’re in there, I saw your poncy car out front! Not gonna leave me out here in the cold, are you? Jamie!”

Jamie’s stomached dropped.

It wasn’t Roy. It was Dad.

#we're still on the 'hurt' bit of hurt/comfort #nothing goes well for jamie in this chapter i am sad to report #emotional whump?#kinda #jamie tartt #jamie's christmas carol #fic #my stuff

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jahayla-parker · 2 years ago

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Don’t Touch Us: Tom Holland x Reader *~

Description: 3.4k wc, started based off this and then my adhd took over. Basically Tom’s protective side comes out when the public starts getting more aggressive towards him and the reader.

Warnings: maybe a few curses, aggressive fans, mentions of being tipsy, that’s all I think otherwise just far too fluffy Tommy.

Personal warning: this tbh isn’t any good but if you’re bored and need something to read?🤷‍♀️😂

“Just guess” Tom repeated, rolling his eyes jokingly.

Y/n groaned, snuggling closer to his bicep she was clinging onto as they walked down the street, “Sam?”

Tom laughed and shook his head, “actually no, but that’s a good guess! It was Paddy”.

“Innocent little Paddy?!” Y/n exclaimed, lifting her head off his shoulder to look up at him.

He rolled his eyes again, “he’s not innocent, love”.

“You leave him alone Holland” y/n scolded, turning away from him.

Tom chuckled, grinning down at her as she pretended she was mad at him.

“I-“ he began, but was cut off by screaming.

Tom sighed and stopped walking, giving y/n a knowing look.

He bit his lip and gently guided y/n behind him.

Tom looked around, hoping Harry and Tom’s bodyguard Jack weren’t far away.

The couple had been on break for a few weeks now but Tom knew better than to go many places- especially in the US- without Jack; and he never risked it if y/n was going with him.

He’d made that mistake once a year ago after a date they had in New York and panicked when they were swarmed.

Neither one enjoyed the fame and constant lack of privacy.

They loved their fans, but they needed some time alone too.

After Tom’s shirt was ripped leaving their date night by some rather aggressive fans, he refused to not have Jack nearby.

He knew he could, and would, protect y/n at all costs should anything happen.

But he couldn’t fathom risking it in the slightest, what if he was too tired from working, or sore from training, or…

The concerns went on for a long time and he pleased with y/n to let him have Jack go with them.

He understood her wanting privacy, he did too.

But he assured her it would be only in public situations and that he’d make sure Jack knew not to be within earshot of the couple unless needed or requested.

That combined with her seeing the compassionate concern in his eyes and loving Jack as an older brother allowed them to reach a comfortable security plan.

However, today the couple had ventured out of their vacation rental really early.

They’d assumed most people wouldn’t be awake yet; and they’d been correct.

Tom had texted Jack when they left that should they not be back when he wakes up to ask him for their latest location and join them.

He was so excited to enjoy a nice calming day with the love of his life.

The fall weather was a bit breezy but it meant he got to enjoy her wearing one of his black sweaters that always looked so good on her.

They’d been to a small little cafe for some breakfast and coffee/tea, watched the sun come up from a random hill y/n had spotted, and were presently walking through the park talking about Tom’s family.

Yet, all of that bliss ended when the sudden scream of fans cut through the soft crunching of leaves as they walked.

Tom felt a bit more calm when he noticed Jack was heading his way with a steady pace, but not one that would draw more attention.

He’d not texted Jack their location, not even aware he was up yet.

But he suspected the fans had been recording the couple for awhile as there was a decent sized group by now.

“Tommy, it’s okay” y/n whispered, holding onto the back hem of his hoodie as the group approached.

Tom took a deep breath to calm his frustration and offered a slight nod to her without looking away from the threat.

“We can’t have just one day” he muttered.

She sighed, “I know baby”.

“Hi! Hi! Hi! You’re- you’re Tom Holland and y/f/n y/l/n!” The closest girl gasped with her camera pointed at them.

Tom nodded, a forced smile on his tired face, before he put on his face mask, “Hi, yes, we are, please just stay calm and distanced, and we’ll of course get photos”.

The girl nodded and visibly restrained her excitement.

Tom glanced back to you, nerves calming when his eyes settled on your beautiful and encouraging smile before you slipped your mask on.

They’d taken countless socially distanced photos with fans as Jack watched from the side, ready to step in as needed.

“Thank you!” The last fan proclaimed, giving an awkward bow before running off.

Tom laughed softly, his arm instantly wrapping around y/N’s waist to pull her closer to his side as he tried to relax again.

Y/n stretched upwards, lowering her mask again to give him a petite kiss on his cheek, making him smile like a fool as he lowered his.

“See, it was fine T. Now it’s us again” she encouraged.

Tom nodded, “still tiring. I just wanted to be with you… just you”.

She sighs softly, “I know handsome, I wanted it to be just us today too. But come on, let’s not let this ruin it”.

Tom smiled at her optimism, “God I love you”.

Y/n giggled shyly, beaming up at him.

He leaned down and kissed her forehead, “let’s continue our walk, shall we?”

It hadn’t been more than thirty seconds before another fan was walking towards them.

Tom sighed as he slid his mask back into place.

As she went to do the same, y/n looked up and saw Jack quickening his pace, making y/n separate from Tom.

She had learned that it was much easier for Jack to intervene that way, especially when a fan was alone as they could only focus on one person, letting Jack guard them while the other left.

Tom often wanted that person to be y/n of course, but she’d forced him to compromise to letting it be whoever was in the better position to flee.

Harry, Tom’s brother, was half jogging to keep up with Jack.

Tom tensed as soon as she broke contact with him.

The fan hadn’t said anything, too focused on recording the couple but was still walking directly at them.

Tom turned to look at y/n in confusion and also to make sure she was alright.

She raised her eyebrow slightly, looking at the man but shrugged.

He sighed and grabbed her hand, trying to keep walking and hopefully pass the fan.

“Hey,” the fan finally called out just as y/n and Tom neared him.

However, what pissed Tom off was that the guy hadn’t just interrupted verbally, he’d grabbed Tom’s shoulder to do so.

“Nah, don’t touch me” Tom warned, stepping back from the fan instantly, his grip on y/N’s hand tightening.

“Hey man it’s cool, I -“ he began again, trying to touch Tom’s shoulder.

“Woah, woah” y/n said, tugging Tom backwards, “he said not to to touch him. Come on, social distance you know? COVID’s spreading and -“.

“You need to leave” Jack stated, pushing between the fan and the couple.

Tom gritted his teeth, trying to remain professional but so desperately wanting to drag y/n out of the park and knock this guy down on his way.

The fan tried arguing to which Tom just shook his head in frustration, squeezing y/N’s hand and deciding to just do as he wished; leave.

Y/n didn’t resist, not wanting to be near this fan who clearly didn’t respect their request to stay distant.

Once Tom had gotten her out of the area, the two now with Harry and walking back to the car Jack drove to them, Tom stopped.

He looked around, making sure no one else was coming and sighed.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyes scanning y/N’s body.

“Tommy, love, I’m totally fine” she promised, squeezing his hand.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes but also understood that the pandemic made his brother even more cautious in public, worried y/n would get sick.

Tom was always anxious of the unknown and they didn’t know much yet about the illness this pandemic caused so he really didn’t want her to get sick from it.

Tom nodded, “okay, I’m going to take this hoodie off when we get to the car, I don’t trust him”.

Y/n giggled, “okay baby, but I don’t think he was close for long enough to worry”.

He knew it was overkill, but he refused to be the reason she got sick.

“Still, come on love. Let’s get back” he said, pulling her to the side of him that the man didn’t touch.

“You done now? I want cuddles” y/n pouted, looking up as Tom dried his hair off with a towel.

Tom grinned and nodded with a small laugh, walking over to her.

“Good” she hummed, moving over to make room for him on the couch.

He sat down and pulled his legs up before lifting her up.

“Tom” she gasped, her eyes widening.

“You wanted cuddles” he teased, setting her on his lap and burying his face in her hair.

“You’re still wet” she groaned, “I think the shower was overkill”.

“I looked it up, it probably was” he muttered embarrassed, making her giggle, “but worth it”.

“Worth me no longer wanting cuddles?” She teased, squirming in his arms.

Tom rolled his eyes, kissing her earlobe, “if it means you being safe, yes”.

She blushed and stopped wiggling, “but does that mean you’ll shower every time we leave now? That’s a lot of wasted time”.

He laughed, “no, I just..”

Tom sighed, thinking back to the incident, “I can’t believe he thought it was smart to try and touch us”.

“You, babe. He touched you” she corrected, poking his cheek.

He huffed, “lesser of two evils I suppose. If he’d tried-“.

“But he didn’t T, now just relax okay?” Y/n pleaded, “we’re here at the rental, none of us are sick, Harry and Jack are getting groceries, everything is taken care of”.

Tom let out a sigh of relief as she patiently worked to calm his anxiety, “yes, thank you, darling”.

——Time Skip——

“You look so breathtaking” Tom sighed, leaning back in his chair as he watched y/n finish her makeup.

She turned and grinned, walking to him and kissing his nose, “look who’s talking, dear”.

Tom smiled, softly guiding her back from him so he could stand, his arms finding her waist in an instant.

“It’s been so long since we’ve been able to go to one without masks” y/n laughed, touching her face.

He chuckled and nodded, “everyone there is either negative or-“.

“I know T, honey, I know we’re safe” she nodded, “I’m just.., my face feels naked”.

Tom busted up laughing, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head, “naked?”

“Your face doesn’t feel naked without a mask at this point?! Mine does” she protested.

He opened his eyes, his laugh still shaking his body, “I probably would have described it a bit differently my love, but I understand”.

She shrugs, spinning to the door, dragging his hand behind her, “we should get going”.

“She looks so different without a mask” y/n mumbled about a random celebrity, making Tom laugh.

“She does!” She argued, glaring at him over her shoulder.

“You’re precious, darling” he smiled, following her into the venue.

She let out a sigh of relief, the event set up more familiarly to those prior to COVID.

“Feels weird” she laughed, “but a good weird I think”.

Tom nodded, his hand resting on her back as he took in the scene.

———

“Whew “ she laughed, a bit tipsy, “that was fun”.

He wanted to roll his eyes at her jokingly but all he could do was smile as he watched her enjoy herself.

“Love, here,” he reached out, trying to take the heels from her hand, “you’re going to stab someone with those”.

The heels swung towards him as she spun to him before dropping them in his opened hand.

“Case in point” he teased, the ends of her heels having barely missed his outstretched hand.

“Oops” she mumbled, a drunken smile on her lips.

Tom smiled at her and shook his head, “we should get you home”.

She nodded and continued walking back to their ride.

“Y/n!” Tom heard someone shout, breaking him from his trance.

His head whipped around but he couldn’t see anyone other than the other attendees who’d also been on their way out.

He looked back down the street a few feet closer to the venue, to where Jack and Harry were.

He nodded as he made eye contact with Jack, not knowing who was suddenly shouting her name.

Albeit, she didn’t seem to notice, still in her daze as she glanced around at the shiny decorative lights surrounding them on this stretch of the street.

Tom reached for her just as a random person, he suspected was a fan, appeared to her left.

“It is you!” The guy cheered, clasping his hand on her arm and pulling her to him for a photo.

Tom’s heart dropped to his stomach in fear as his fists balled up at his side.

He nearly leapt forward as y/n stumbled due to the sudden direction change and her drunken state. Tom growled, pushing on the man’s shoulder, “get your hands off her”.

“Chill dude, I just want a photo” He glared.

Y/n tried to maintain her appearance so she looked more sober, not understanding the situation taking place but seeing the fan’s camera.

“First, you ask, you arse” Tom shouted, “second, do not touch her”.

The fan groaned, and took a picture before letting go of y/n’s arm despite Tom looking ready to kill.

If y/n had resisted or otherwise been more uncomfortable, Tom probably would have as it was taking all his self control to not act.

Tom pushed the fan back now that doing so wouldn’t cause y/n to trip, Tom’s arm now being hooked around her waist to support her.

“What the hell man?!” The fan yelled, getting closer to Tom.

Jack swiftly removed the man from Tom’s face, a tight grip on him as he leads him away.

“Don’t touch us” Tom remarked.

“Relax dude, I didn’t even grab her that hard” the fan argued.

Tom simply flipped the man off with a glare before he faced, y/n who was rubbing her eyes and yawning.

He huffed with a small laugh over her having no clue what had happened in front of her.

Tom kissed her temple before guiding her back to the car safely.

———

“I’ll be honest, I don’t remember most of that night” y/n blushed, biting her lip and looking away from the Katie, interviewer.

Tom hummed and nodded with a smirk, “the champagne seemed pretty strong”.

“Were you sober that night Tom?” Katie asked.

Tom knew his media and publicity manager had wanted this whole ordeal to blow over.

Fortunately, the whole ordeal from the start was recorded by another fan.

The now viral video allowed y/n to learn what happened that night that made Tom excessively protective and clingy the next day.

But it also showed the public that Tom’s outrage was warranted.

Tom had always maintained a healthy public image so his team wasn’t super pleased when the video dropped.

However, after weeks of refusing interviewers to ask about that night, Tom demanded he get a chance to speak about it.

Hence why the interviewer before him was very intrigued to be the first to hear his side.

Tom nodded, “I was sober. I had maybe two drinks much earlier that evening. If you’re asking because you think that influenced my actions, it didn’t “.

Y/n smiled at him kindly, “I don’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s not like Tom hit him or something”.

Tom bit his tongue to keep from confessing how he had wanted to.

“No, it’s not that. It’s just a new side to him is all” Katie assured.

Y/n knew the conversation would go this way and that she was advised to let Tom do his explanation and simply move on.

But she didn’t like that idea, she didn’t like the public treating them this way and acting like they knew everything.

Tom opened his mouth to speak but y/n shifted to sit up straighter and spoke before he could, “no”.

“Look, this rant may seem like a new side to me from what the public typically sees. But that’ll just highlight my point” she laughed dryly.

“The thing is, we love what we do and the fans. But there’s a line. I don’t go around putting my hands on people I’ve never met. Why is it acceptable to do that to us?” Y/n asked.

The audience cheered but the interviewer looked shocked.

“See, it’s not. No one else is expected to just accept that. All he did was defend his girlfriend, defend me, from someone who was not respecting boundaries or body autonomy” y/n explained, smiling gratefully at Tom before facing the interviewer again.

“I’m pleased that most people are seeing this for what it is. But to those asking questions like that or judging him, myself, or others for that night” y/n sighed, shaking her head.

“It needs to stop. We give up a great deal of privacy to do what we do. But that doesn’t mean you know everything about us. I don’t even know every single detail about myself! No we’re not constantly putting on a front and preventing to be nice people when we’re secretly mean “ she laughed, already knowing how people were going to take her last remark.

“But these comments about how this is a new side to him are ignorant. Tom’s always been protective over those he cares about. I mean, my God, I know fans have recorded some of it before now! I’ve seen a video of him having to defend a fan who was facing a panic attack from another person in the crowd. There’s videos of him shielding his family from aggressive paparazzi” She pointed out.

“The list goes on, so, no. If you think this is a new side to him, or that me arguing here and not just accepting the commentary is a new side to either of us, it just proves my point” She rambled, Tom holding her hand in his as she let her frustrations out.

“We don’t ask for much from the fans or the public, and I’m not asking you to understand, but can’t you see this is ridiculous?” Y/n finished.

Tom ignored the cameras on them and brought their enclosed hands up to his lips.

“Oh Ms. y/l/n, I can see how frustrating this has been for you guys. I can’t imagine all of the constant attention” the interviewer says softly, a look of guilt on her face.

Y/n and Tom simply nodded in response, Tom’s eyes not leaving the side of y/n’s face.

“May I ask, if you’re not asking us to understand. If there was one thing you could ask from the fans and public, what would that be?” She asked.

“Don’t touch us” Tom stated, looking her way.

Katie sighed and nodded, “it’s sad you have to ask that”.

Tom pursed his lips briefly and nodded, “and yet we do. I am not going to apologize for defending y/n, or anyone else. I’m not asking for people to be fine with that”.

“People constantly try touching us, even in the midst of COVID I had people grabbing us. The invasion of privacy is already bad enough, we don’t need this” He explained.

“So, if there’s one thing I need, we need, from the public is simple” Tom informs her.

“And merely a sign of respect” y/n agreed, nodding at him.

“Just,” Tom concluded, “don’t touch us”.

The interviewer nodded and casually rerouted the conversation to the next topic.

When they walked backstage, Harry held his phone in front of them.

“You have a catchphrase now” Harry smirked towards Tom, winking at y/n.

Y/n raised her eyebrows at him and peered over at the screen before laughing.

Tom blushed as he saw memes, supportive tweets, and other content sharing the line ‘don’t touch us’ went viral already.

“Maybe they listen now” Tom laughed shyly, hiding his face against y/N’s shoulder.

“Yeah,” Harry smiled kindly, pulling his phone back, “maybe you’ll get some more privacy”.

“Doubt it” y/n laughed and shrugged, her hand catching Tom’s head when her actions caused it to slip off her shoulder.

She squeezed his cold ear and kissed his forehead before he rested his head back on her arm again.

“From what I see” Harry smirked, laughing, “I don’t think it matters, so long as they ‘don’t touch us’ hmm?”

Tom laughed and rolled his eyes, “exactly”.

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mischiefmanaged71 · 2 years ago

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The Love Hypothesis (17/22) - Stephen Strange x Reader

Summary: Y/N Y/L/N is a PhD student who wants to prove to her best friend that she has moved on and dating. With no way to prove it, she kisses the first man she sees, which ends up being none other than Dr. Strange, known as one of the most unapproachable and critical professors in the university.

A/N: AU! Stephen Strange is a Professor/Doctor at Columbia University and reader is a Ph.D. student (Reader - 28, Stephen - 34). Credits to Ali Hazelwood for the original story. This work is a piece of fiction. I have no ownership over anything, this is ff.

Pairing: Stephen Strange X FEM! Reader

Word Count: 1K

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A buzz on her phone brought Y/N’s attention off her packing.

Stephen: Can we talk?

Y/N’s heart picked up, reading the message a few times over before she began typing.

Y/N: Sure. Where?

Stephen: I’ll send you the address.

Y/N: Okay.

She closed her eyes as she breathed, clutching the phone in her hands. Organising the Uber to the hotel, she looked up at the setting and it was even grander than the conference hotel.

***

After the second knock, he answered the door, dressed similarly to the previous day in his dress shirt and pants. Stephen looked professional. He smiled at her with one of those unique looks on his face. Although, there was something else there she couldn’t pick out.

“Y/N,” he said, “Come in.”

“I think this is yours.” she held out the USB, “I assumed it would be.”

“Thanks, it is.” he caught it in her hand as she dropped it, making sure he wouldn’t need to touch her hand.

“Must have forgotten it or something...” she muttered, “How did the interview go?”

“Good,” he nodded, “It was only day one, though.”

“Of?”

“Too many,” he sighed, “I have grant meetings with Tom scheduled too.”

Tom. That was right. That was why she was here.

“Thank you for coming here.” he said, “I figured you would be busy with your friends.”

“Not really, Nat is out with Steve. Sam-he’s occupied.”

“Right.” he nodded, “I need to ask you something.”

“Sure,”

“The people at the conference the other day...”

“I’d rather not talk about it-”

“I think you should file a complaint.”

“Stephen-” she began, but he was forward.

“I’m serious here. If you decided you want to, I’ll help you however I can. I can come with you to talk to the SBD organisers, or we can go to Columbia’s Title IX office-”

“Stephen, please. Just drop it.” her voice was firm, “It’ll only do more harm than good-”

“I know why you think that.” I felt the same way during my grad school with my mentor. We all did. But there are ways to do it. Whoever this person is-”

“Stephen, I-” she closed her eyes, “I need you to drop this. Please.”

He studied her, falling quiet. “If that’s what you want. Okay.”

“Have you-would you like to get dinner? There’s a sushi restaurant nearby.”

“I’m not...I’m not hungry, actually.”

“Oh.” his voice was gentle.

“Today’s the twenty-ninth.” she pointed out.

A beat passed. Stephen studied her curiously, “It is.”

“Did the chair say anything about your funds?”

“Yeah, the funds will be unfrozen.” he beamed, almost in a boyish way that made her heart skip a beat as she smiled. “I was going to tell you tonight.”

“That’s great.” she managed a smile for him, “That’s really great, Stephen. I’m happy for you.”

“Must’ve been your creativity.” he hinted, “I really think the picnic topped it off.”

A laugh bubbled from her throat, “Yeah. Probably. I’ll put it down on my CV. Fake girlfriend. Extensive experience. Available immediately.”

“Not immediately, I’d say.” he said, “Not for a while.”

The comment cut through her chest as she stared at him. This was the time now.

“I think you’ll be available.” she said, scanning his face. The confusion, while she clenched her hands at her side, “We gave ourselves a deadline. That was today. We accomplished everything on the list. And your funds have been released-which is great. Amazing. The truth is...” she paused.

The truth is your supposed close friend and collaborator is a horrible person. I’m not sure of anything anymore, except for my feelings about you. It’s tearing me apart every time I have to look at you and pretend there’s nothing there. Instead of telling you all of this, I’ll tell you another truth, something that will be better for you. Because I care too much to tear you down as I feel.

“The truth is, we did it. But that means it over.” she continued despite his disoriented eyes watching her, scanning for marbles of truth, “I don’t think we need to explicitly tell people, but they wont see us together for a while and make their own conclusions...that it didn’t work out. Or something like that.” she mustered something akin to a grateful smile, “I wish you all the best, Stephen. Wherever you end up, they’ll be lucky to have you. Anyone would.”

“Right.”

She couldn’t pin point the moment he shook from his blank, empty expression. “Right.”

“It’s for the best.” she repeated, taking a step back.

“Is it?” he finally piped up, then it was her turn to be stunned. “I know its what we agreed on...but is this really want you want? Even after-”

He paused, taking a step toward her but she took one back again, witnessing the hurt in his face, “Things-changed. I thought that was-I thought it was clear.”

“I have to leave next year-”

He shook his head, “Where I’ll be-”

“-it’s not real.” her voice strained quietly, but it was sharp in his ears as he stared at her. The anguish on his face as he retracted and clenched his hands by his side.

A beat passed before he replied, “Whatever you want.”

She exhaled, averting her eyes to the ground. Forcing the words from her mouth. “It is.”

“Okay.” he said, still studying her face, “But you need to know. Whatever you need, whenever you need it-I’ll be there. I want you to know I’ll always be there.”

“Thank you, Stephen.” she swallowed the tightness in her throat, “I’ll see you around.”

He nodded, wearing a blank expression, “Okay.”

And she left through the door. As she reached the elevator, collapsing against the wall, the thoughts running through her mind traced back to the pain she felt when she lost her mother. The crushing grasp on her heart at the loss and the resounding echo years later. It wasn’t something Y/N was prepared for. That loss was not something she could see herself coming through on the other side. She couldn’t do that with him. Especially with the painful secrets lodged in the back of her mind.

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waitimcomingtoo · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: you get a little too drunk and say a little too much

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“Guess who’s drunk?”

“I guess you.” Tom chuckled as you stumbled through his bed room door.

“You got it!” You clapped. “Incoming!”

Tom smiled to himself as you jumped onto his bed, landing directly on him and burying your face in his neck.

“I’m assuming you had fun with the girls?” He asked as he rubbed your back.

“I did. Your sheets smell so good.” You said as you took a loud whiff of his sheets. “What laundry sauce do you use, Peter?”

“It’s Tom.” He laughed. “Who was there?”

“Carly, Meaghan, and Sam.” You answered as you propped yourself up on your elbows. “Oh, and Josh.”

“Who’s Josh?” Tom furrowed his eyebrows at the mention of a man.

“Meghans brother.” You told him. “I don’t know him. I met him for the first time tonight.”

“Was he nice?” Tom proceeded with caution.

“I guess.” You shrugged. “He asked for my number.”

“Did you give it to him?” Tom asked as jealousy built up in his tummy.

“Yeah. Only to be polite.” You sighed as you flopped back down on the bed and nuzzled your face into Tom’s neck. He knew you well enough to know you were overly affectionate when you were drunk, so he tried not to read too deeply into your action. That being said, he still appreciated the contact.

“Hm.” He pouted as he absentmindedly stroked your hair. You picked your head up from his neck and looked at him before a devious smile appeared on your face.

“Uh oh.” You laughed.

“What?”

“You’re mad at me. You have on your mad face.” You said as you squished his cheeks together.

“I’m not mad.” He laughed as he pushed your hand away.

“Is it because I came home drunk?” You asked. “And you think I’m a bad example for the kids?”

“We have no kids.” He reminded you.

“We have Tessa.” You insisted. “And she saw me come in. Then she watched me eat a fistful of shredded cheese and fall on my ass in the kitchen.”

“Tessa is my dog.” He corrected. “Not our kid.

“I’m your roommate, mister.” You reminded him. “She’s our dog.”

“Oh yeah? When’s the last time you walked her?” He teased.

“Why would I walk your dog?” You scoffed.

“That’s what I thought.” He chuckled as you laid back down on his chest.

“You think too much, Peter.” You sighed as you drew small circles over his heart.

“Maybe.” He agreed. “Are you gonna text Josh?”

“No. Why would I text him?” You laughed and looked up at him. “I’m literally in love with you.”

“What?” Tom sat up a little upon hearing this. He looked at you for further explanation, but your mind was elsewhere.

“Oooo you know what sounds amazing right now?” You sat up as well. “A tortilla.”

“Darling, come back.” Tom called as you ran out of his room. “You can’t just eat a tortilla.”

“I’m gonna heat it up.” You called back.

Tom’s mind was swimming with thoughts as he followed you to the kitchen. You were always cuddly with him when you were drunk, but you had never told him you were in love with him before.

“Did you mean that? What you said before?” He asked you as he leaned against the kitchen doorframe.

“Yeah. I’m putting it in the microwave right now.” You told him as you hit 10 seconds on the microwave.

“No. Not about the tortilla.” He waved his hand is dismissal.

“You’re gonna have to remind me.” You said as you took your warmed tortilla out. Tom hesitated or even bringing up, not wanting to live with the disappointment if you told him you didn’t mean it.

“You said you were in love with me.” He said after a minute. “Are you really, or are you just drunk?”

“I’m not drunk.” You said with a mouthful of tortilla.

“So…you are in love with me?” He asked slowly.

“I don’t know what I’m saying.” You shrugged. “I’m drunk. It was the tortilla talking.”

“Oh.” He nodded in defeat. “Okay.”

“Oh God.” You gasped suddenly as tortilla crumbs fell from your mouth to the floor.

“What?”

“I have to pee.” You gulped. “Like, really really bad.”

“So go.” He chuckled softly, trying to shake off his disappointment.

“Hold this.” You said as you threw your tortilla at him. It smacked him in the face before falling to the floor. Tom shook his head and picked up the tortilla before tossing it in the trash. He warmed another one for you and handed it to you when you came back from the bathroom.

“Thanks, Pete.” You smiled as you took the tortilla from him, not even realizing it was a completely new one.

“It’s Tom.” He reminded you as you bit into your snack.

“What’s Tom?” You wondered.

“Me. I’m Tom.” He pointed to himself. “Peter isn’t here.”

“Okay, Peter.” You rolled your eyes. “Whatever you say.”

“You know what? It’s fine. I’ll be Peter. But I’m going to sleep now.” He told you. “You think you can manage to get yourself to bed in one piece?”

“Hm.” You thought about it for a minute. “No. I do not. Can we have a sleepover?”

“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Sure.”

“Yay!” You threw your arms around him before tugging him to his bedroom. “Let’s go.”

Tom let you pull him by his hand all the way back to his bed. When you got there, you looked hesitant to sit down.

“Hmm.” You frowned.

“Whats wrong, darling?”

“I want to get in bed with you but I don’t want to get makeup on the bed.” You pouted.

“Then take your makeup off.” He suggested.

“But that’s so much work.” You whined. “I’m too tired.”

“Come on.” He sighed and scooped you up bridal style. “Let’s go.”

You smiled in delight as Tom carried you to the bathroom and set you down on the counter. He took out your makeup wipes and began to rub gently circles on your face.

“How do you know what you’re doing?” You asked him as he ran the wipe over your eyebrow.

“I’ve been your roommate for over a year. I’ve seen your nightly skin care routine more times than I’ve seen you put your dishes in the sink.” He replied as he held your chin between his pointer finger and thumb. He gently turned your head to the side to rub the wipe down your neck.

“You know I hate putting my dishes away.” You yawned. “It’s so much work.”

“I know. That’s why I do it for you.”

“You’re such a good housewife.” You giggled as he took your face cleanser out of the cabinet.

“Thank you.” He smiled as he rubbed the cleaner all over your face.

“Make me a sandwich.” You said in a deep voice. “Oh my God. I should eat a tortilla.”

“You just had one. How much did you drink tonight?” He asked you as he carefully bent you over so you could rinse your face in the sink.

“I don’t know. Josh kept buying us circles.” You shrugged as Tom squirt some toothpaste on your toothbrush.

“You mean rounds?” He questioned as he handed you the toothbrush.

“Yeah.” You laughed at your mistake. “That.”

“Sounds like a fun guy.” Tom mumbled as you brushed your teeth.

“He wasn’t.” You said with a mouthful of toothpaste. “He was BORING!”

“Was he?” Tom grew a little excited.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “He kept talking about the stock market.”

“And you didn’t like that. Chin up.” He instructed. You lifted your chin and he wiped away the excess water and toothpaste with a towel.

“Yes!” You exclaimed. “I’m too pretty to talk about the stock market.”

“I have to agree with you on that one.” He smirked as you rinsed your mouth out. “There. All done.”

“You have to dry me off.” You told him.

“You can do it yourself.” He laughed at how clingy you’d become.

“But you did the whole routine. You have to finish it.” You insisted as water dripped down your face.

“Fine.” He gave in. “Come here.”

Tom picked your towel off the counter and rubbed it all over your face. He could hear you laughing underneath the towel as he purposefully messed up your hair. He moved the towel back so it was on either sides of your face, slightly squishing your cheeks together. Tom let out a short laugh at the sight, which lead to you cracking up as well. He gripped your shoulders and leaned into you as you laughed against his chest. When your laughter died down, you were left staring at each other with dopey smile.

“Kiss me.” You said suddenly, sounding sober for a moment.

“What?” Tom stumbled back in surprise. “N-no.”

“Please?” You asked and tried to pull him closer by his shirt.

“No. I can’t.” He said as he took your away off of him.

“Why not?” Your face sank a little in disappointment.

“You’re drunk. And I’m not.” He said simply.

“So?”

“So you wouldn’t be asking me to kiss you if you were sober.” He insisted. “And I know that, so I’m not gonna kiss you when you’re drunk. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Yes I do. Drunk actions are sober thoughts.” You said as you tapped your forehead. “I always want to kiss you. I’m just too sober to ask.”

“Then you must not want to kiss me that badly.” He smiled sadly.

“I do.” You groaned and looked down. “I always do.”

Tom noticed the way your body language shifted from being playful to looking genuinely disappointed. After telling him you were in love with him before, he was starting to suspect there was some truth to what you were saying now.

“So why don’t you?” He asked quietly. “How come you’ve never asked me to kiss you before?”

“Because, silly.” You faked a smiled. “If you rejected me, our friendship would never be the same.”

“I wouldn’t reject you.” He said softly. “I’d never reject you. I’d…I’d say yes.”

“You would?” You perked up a little.

“Yeah.” He blushed a little. “But you’ve never asked.”

“Neither have you.” You reminded him. “Even though I literally manifested it on the last full moon. And I do not chase, Peter. I attract.”

“Do you know what you’re saying right now?” He chuckled to relieve the tension, but still hoped you would answer honestly.

“Do I ever?” You shrugged. Tom nodded and decided to drop the conversation, knowing it wasn’t going to be productive. He cupped your face and kissed the top of your head before helping you off the counter.

“Go to bed.” He told you as he gently pushed you out of the bathroom. “I gotta pee.”

“Have fun.” You told him. “Take lots of pictures. Wear your sunscreen.”

He laughed at you before shutting the door and brushing his own teeth. When he left the bathroom, he found you sitting on the edge of the bed with a strange expression.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked as he took a seat beside you.

“I think I love him.” You said as if you had just come to the realization.

“Who?” Tom felt his stomach drop. “Josh?”

“No.” You laughed softly. “Tom. I think I love Tom.”

“Darling, you should really get some rest-“

“Shhh, Peter.” You put a finger to his lips. “I’m trying to tell you something.”

“I’m not Peter. And I don’t want you to say anything you’ll regret in the morning.” He said as he took your hand away from his mouth and held it to his chest.

“What if I regret waiting this long to tell him?” You frowned as you stretched your fingers out over his heart.

“Tell him what, exactly?” Tom asked breathlessly. “What are you trying to say?”

“That I’m in love with him.” You smiled sadly. “I’ve been in love with him forever. He just doesn’t see it.”

Tom stayed silent as you hand slowly slipped off his heart and fell into your lap. You looked away from him, eyes looking glassy all of the sudden.

“Why can’t he see that?” You whispered.

“I don’t know.” Tom gulped as his eyes bore into you. He knew you weren’t supposed to be having this conversation, but he had no way of stopping you from talking.

“I don’t either.” You frowned and looked into his eyes. You looked like yourself again, and Tom would’ve thought you were sober if he didn’t know any better. Your eyes fell to his lips momentarily, and you put your fingertips over his mouth before dragging them down.

“Welp.” Your mood changed suddenly. “Goodnight!”

Tom watched in confusion as you crawled into his bed and threw the covers over your head. He shook his head and tried to push the confusion from his mind as he got into bed as well. He took the covers away from your face so you could breathe, and saw that you were already asleep. He let out a sigh and laid down on his pillow, already knowing that he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep with all that was on his mind. You had potentially just told him exactly what he always hoped to hear, but there was a possibility that you were drunk and didn’t mean any of it. And even if you did mean it, you probably wouldn’t remember telling him in the morning. Toms thoughts were silenced momentarily when you turned over in your sleep and cuddled into his side. He wrapped an arm around you and shut his eyes, deciding that whatever happened in the next day was what was meant to happen.

When Tom woke up the next morning, you were still fast asleep in his bed. He carefully untangled himself from your body and went to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water and some Advil. As soon as he walked through the door, he saw you sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes.

“Good morning.” He blinked in surprise. “Did you sleep-“

“Shut up.” You groaned as you flopped onto your back.

“Alrighty then.” Tom nodded as he took a seat beside you. You sat up again and he handed you the glass of water. You gave him a weak but grateful smile before resting your head on his shoulder.

“Do you remember last night?” He asked once you finished your water. You stared at the bottom of the empty glass for a minute before gulping loudly.

“Yes.” You admitted. “All of it.”

“So you remember…” He trailed off, feeling too awkward to finish the sentence.

“Yeah.” You finally looked at him. “I remember.”

“Listen-“ You said at the same time he said, “Look-“

“You first.” He nodded towards you.

“I was drunk when I said all that stuff.” Yoy sighed. “I had no idea it was even coming out of my mouth until it was out.”

“I get it.” He smiled sadly as his heart sank. “It was just drunk rambling. You didn’t mean any of it.”

Your eyebrows knit together and you looked confused with what he had said.

“I never said I didn’t mean it.” You said softly. Tom’s face went red and he turned away suddenly, needing a moment to process everything. Now that he knew you were being honest with him last night, he knew it was up to him to do something with that honestly.

“You’re sober now, right?” He asked when he turned back to look at you.

“Yeah, why?” You wondered. Tom shrugged a little and looked to the side, playfully darting his eyes back and forth until you got the hint.

“Oh, I see.” You chuckled. You reached forward and cupped his chin with your fingers before turning his face towards you.

“Kiss me.” You said, sober enough to know what you were saying this time. “Please?”

“Well.” He sighed dramatically before leaning in. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

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cherrycheridarling · 3 years ago

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happier | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: swearing and sad. fluff if you squint

summary: you wish tom the best with his new relationship in your new song. {listen to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want)}

wc: 3.6k

'We broke up a month ago,'

"I've been thinking," your heart sunk at his words, "I'm always working." he grabbed both of your hands.

You locked your gaze in his. Sat in the living room of his shared flat. Inches apart yet you could already feel the separation between the two of you growing.

He avoided your eye contact, "I-I can't be in a relationship unless I can give one hundred percent of myself to the other person. A-and I know I haven't been doing that to you, which is c-completely unfair." he wiped away a tear from your cheek that you didn't know had fell, "You've been so, so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't better, but I can't keep putting you through this." his voice was barely audible.

You finally tore your eyes away from his face. His tear soaked face. Choosing to stare at a spot over his shoulder instead. You took three deep breaths. In and out. Something about his words made you confused, but your pain overpowered it.

"Please say something. Anything." he whispered against your knuckles. Holding your hands to his lips.

You gently removed your hands from his grip, "Thank you for being mature and honest with me." you started with a sniffle, "Thank you for all of our memories and for showing me what love is," you cupped his face, "Thank you for everything, loser." your light laugh lacked any humour, but it still brought a slight smile to his face.

He held your hand that was resting on his jaw, "I love you more than life itself, darling." he kissed your palm and you felt your heart shatter. "Never hesitate to call, dummy."

You nodded with a sad smile. "I love you, too." You stood up and made your way out of the door. A year and a half down the drain within ten minutes.

'Your friends are mine, you know I know you moved on. Found someone new.'

"Do you guys wanna do something on Saturday? I don't have work. Maybe karaoke?" you asked the group without looking up from your phone.

Harrison made a confused noise, "Did you forget? We have Nadia's birthday par—" you heard a loud smack, "—Ow! What? Oh, shit."

You looked up to see Zendaya, Jacob, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all glaring at Harrison.

"Absolute div." Tuwaine muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who's Nadia?" you looked at all of them as they avoided eye contact. "Daya?"

She let out a long sigh before clearing her throat, "Um, Nadia is- Well she's kind of- you know, um—"

"—Tom's new girlfriend." Sam finished for her.

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you processed the information. His new girlfriend. It'd been a month and four days since he ended your relationship. And he had a new girlfriend.

It took him a month to move on. A month to be able to give a hundred percent of himself to someone.

You couldn't tell if you were more angry or sad. Maybe a mixture of both. Angry that your friends were hiding information from you, but at the same time you understood their intentions. Sad and upset because the boy who told you he wasn't ready to give a hundred percent of himself was already with someone new.

You slowly nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I hope you guys have fun." you gave a tight lipped smile before looking back at your phone.

Everyone glanced at each other worriedly before allowing their gazes to fall on you again.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asked cautiously.

You locked your phone and set it on your lap, "I'm fine." you faked a smile, "I think I'm gonna head home, though. It's getting late and I have an early studio session. Bye." you quickly grabbed your purse and left with a small wave.

"Y/N! Wait—" the slamming of the front door cut Tuwaine off.

It was three p.m. and you weren't supposed to be in the studio until noon.

'One more girl who brings out the better in you,'

"Y/N/N. You need to talk about it sooner or later." Zendaya reminded you as she sat at the end of your bed with Harrison beside her.

You removed the covers from your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, "Does she make him happy?"

There was silence from your two friends before they hesitantly nodded. Both weren't completely sure, but they assumed she did.

"Does she bring out the best version of him? Does she stroke his hair while they cuddle? Does she cook with him? Does she walk Tessa with him?"

Harrison sighed, "Y/N/N, we—"

"—Because that's what I did. I brought out the best side of him. I stroked his hair while we cuddled. I cooked with him. I walked Tessa with him. I did it all. Every single thing." your voice broke towards the end as you let the sobs rack through your body.

Harrison and Zendaya went to either side of you and held you. They just held you. Because even they didn't know what to do.

'And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past,'

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zendaya asked as you walked towards Tom's front door.

You nodded and smoothed down your sundress, "Yeah. We ended on good terms. It's been two months or so. We're friends. Plus, I miss hanging out with all of us." you assured her.

She sighed before knocking on the door, "Alright."

A few moments later the door swung open revealing Tom. Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Curls dangling over his forehead. A sweet smile on his lips.

You felt your stomach lurch. Air leaving your lungs involuntarily. Heart rate quickening. You could smell his cologne and every single memory with him clouded your mind.

"Hey! It's great to see you guys—"

"—Sorry. I-I think I left something in the car. One second." you rushed out the words before turning on your heel.

Zendaya let out a long sigh, "Fuck."

Tom frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

'But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?'

"Y/N!" an unfamiliar voice called out to you from somewhere in the boys' backyard.

It was Harrison's annual barbecue get together. Nearly three months since your break up with Tom.

You turned towards the source of the noise and found a girl walking towards you. Brunette. Tight black dress with black heels. Body and face of a model.

"I've been dying to meet you! I'm such a huge fan. I basically live off of your music." she giggled as she hugged you.

You smiled, "Aw! Thank you! That means so much to me. You look amazing, by the way."

She laughed, "Thank you! But you're absolutely gorgeous! Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, Tom's girlfriend."

Of fucking course.

You raised your eyebrows, but managed to keep a smile on your face, "Oh! I've heard so much about you! Well, Tom's one lucky guy," you chuckled, "I'd love to chat some more, but I need to use the washroom. Excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you." you gave her a hoaxed smile before quickly walking away.

You were two feet away from the washroom when Zendaya grabbed your arm, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Your breaths were coming out in short puffs, "I just met Nadia?"

Her eyes widened before she dragged you towards Tuwaine's room, "Okay. Let's sit down."

'Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go,'

"You should move in here." Tom mumbled against your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, "You already have four roommates, love. One more might turn this into a barn."

He lifted his head off of your chest, "I'm serious. Driving from Manchester to Kingston all the time is such a hassle for you. We have recording studios here and it would make me the happiest man in the world if I could wake up to your gorgeousness everyday." he planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips.

You chuckled at his boyish grin, "It's only a three hour drive and I'm sure the boys don't want me imposing on your time with them."

He quickly shook his head, "I already talked to them about it and they want you here, too."

You raised your eyebrows, "Well, if you're sure it'll make you the happiest man in the world, I'll think about it."

"You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I needed something to convince you." he rested his head on your chest again as you laughed.

'So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"Are we ordering pizza?" Harrison yawned from beside you on the couch.

"Sushi?" you grinned hopefully.

Tuwaine shook his head, "We had sushi last night."

"Tom and I are making dinner for you guys!" Nadia reminded you from the kitchen.

Her arms wrapped around Tom's waist as he stirred whatever was in the pan he had on the stove.

You really hated their open floor layout at that moment since there wasn't a wall to block them from your view.

"Oh, yeah. What're you making?" Sam asked.

"Salmon with rice and steamed veggies." Tom answered without looking up from the pan.

Everyone made noises of realization as you turned to Harry, "Aliens or a tiger. Which do you think you could beat in a fight?" he asked.

You laughed before replying, "Hmm, depends. Are the aliens small or—"

"Tommy!" you heard a girly giggle and turned to see Tom with Nadia over his shoulder as they laughed and ran around the kitchen.

You quickly diverted your gaze to the coffee table. Forgetting about Harry's absurd question. All eyes were on you.

"What?" you asked when you finally looked up at your friends.

"Are you okay?" Harrison frowned from beside you before resting his head on your shoulder.

You let out a dry, quiet laugh, "Of course. As long as he's happy."

The looks of pity you received were almost as painful as the scene you witnessed moments ago.

'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean,'

"Premiere day!" Zendaya walked into your shared hotel room with a bright smile, Nadia following behind her.

You faked a smile as you applied another coat of mascara, "You girls look gorgeous."

Zendaya was in a red and black sequin gown. Hair down and heels on. Nadia was dressed in a maroon silk dress with a slit on the side. Black heels dawning her feet. Both had makeup and accessories on matching their attire.

You were in an emerald green gown with a slit running down your left leg. Silver heels and silver jewellery to match.

"So do you!" Nadia exclaimed as she sat on Zendaya's bed.

"Are the boys coming soo—" Zendaya got cut off by three loud knocks on the door.

"I'll get it!" Nadia jumped up and opened the door.

Tom was stood before her in a maroon suit. Matching her dress. Black dress shoes. Matching her heels. Glasses on and a bright smile.

You watched as Tom ran his eyes down Nadia's outfit, "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful girl in the world?" he planted a kiss on her lips as you witnessed with envy.

"Aw, Tommy. I love you."

"I love you more, darling." he grinned before looking behind her.

Heart wrenching pain struck you again.

You watched as his mouth fell open by the slightest bit. Eyes growing wider.

He quickly snapped out of his daze, placing a pearly white smile on, "You two look absolutely stunning."

You acknowledged his compliment with a curt nod.

Zendaya let out a laugh, "Yup. About to out do you at your own premiere."

'Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?'

"Green or white?" you held up both dresses against your body.

Tom looked up from his phone, "Both of them will look amazing on you, love."

You sighed, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am meeting Sebastian Stan tonight. Now is not the time for indecisiveness. One of them will make me look bad and I need to know which one."

The Infinity War premiere was in two hours and your anxiety was growing by the minute.

"C'mere." he motioned you towards him with a 'come hither' gesture as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You made your way towards him. Standing in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Absolutely gorgeous. You could make the ugliest dress look like something from a fairytale."

Your smile grew as he kissed your stomach, "Thank you, mi amor." you bent down and placed a peck on his forehead, leaning your head against his, you whispered, "Now, green or white?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips, "White."

You smiled before making your way to put on the white dress, "I love you."

"I love you more, darling."

'And now I'm picking her apart. Like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. But she's beautiful, she looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.'

"I don't like her." you murmured.

Zendaya chuckled, "Nadia? You barely know the girl."

You nodded, "And I don't like her. I don't like her giggles and her nickname for him. I don't like her hair."

You knew you were looking for things to dislike, but there weren't any. She was a fan of your music, she complimented you all the time. She was genuinely a great person.

She sighed, "No, you don't like the fact that she's dating Tom. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be saying any of this."

You rolled your eyes and glared at her, "Can you let me be angry?"

She laid herself down on your mattress, "Nope. If you wanna be angry, be angry at Tom. Nadia hasn't done anything to you. You're better than this."

"God, I hate your optimistic side sometimes." you threw a pillow at her.

She laughed, "One of us needs to be the optimist."

You sighed, "Do you think he misses me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"

She let out a long breath, "You need to talk to him about that."

'I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really. Say you love her, baby. Just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"And you're dead." you dropped the controller on your lap as you defeated Harrison in Super Smash Bros again.

He huffed like a child, "Unfair. I taught you how to play, how'd you get better than me?"

"Actually, I taught her how to play. And I am ten times better than you." Tuwaine corrected him.

Harrison scoffed, "Whatever. Sweaty nerds, the both of you."

Nadia spoke up from Tom's lap, "Can I try?"

You nodded, "Who do you wanna go against?"

She chuckled, "I think I'll verse Harrison. Seeing as how Y/N just kicked your ass, I wanna at least have a chance."

Her comment made you laugh as you handed her the controller and watched them pick their characters. You watched as Tom set his phone down and focused on the screen where his girlfriend chose Pichu.

"Choose Kirby." Tom told her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Why? Pichu is so cute."

"Y/N always plays as Kirby and she always wins. With that stupid power absorbing ability." he chuckled as his eyes landed on you.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the small detail he remembered before you played it off with a light laugh, "Not my fault you thought Luigi could beat Kirby everytime we played."

'Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo,'

You pressed on the keys of the piano in the boys' home. Singing your heart out. You still had your spare key and Harrison told you no one was home.

You were waiting for them to return from golfing so you could have your Sunday night dinners. It's been nearly four months since your breakup with Tom. Your album was due to be released on May twenty-first and you were letting the still evident pain fuel your lyrics.

"I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go. So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." you faded out the piano and pressed stop on the recording on your phone.

Writing down small notes about the song and things to tweak, your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I'm not."

Your head snapped up. Tom was leaning against the doorframe behind you. Tears escaping his eyes.

"T-Tom. I'm sorry. Haz told me the house was empty and I just started playing and- Wait. What did you say?" realization dawned on you.

He stepped closer and sat beside you on the piano bench, "I'm not happier. Hell, I'm not even happy." he gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh, staring straight at the black and white keys.

Your mind was trying to catch up with everything happening, trying to register his words, the state he was in. Grey sweats, black tee. Messy hair and red eyes.

"Why?"

He released a heavy sigh, "There's so many things you could be asking 'why' about. Why did I break up with you? Why am I with Nadia? Why am I not happy? Why the hell am I crying? Which one is it, Y/L/N?"

You blinked a few times, "All of them."

He sniffled and rubbed his face, "I felt like I was holding you back." he started, catching a glimpse of your confused expression, he continued, "You hadn't released any music in over year. There were so many articles saying that I was the reason that the biggest pop star in the world was quitting music. I didn't want to be the reason for that."

"You weren't and you aren't." you assured him.

He shrugged, "I just felt like you would do a lot better without me. And you are. Look at you, your fifth album is coming out next month." he nudged you with his shoulder, "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

"T-thank you."

He nodded, "Anyways, why am I with Nadia? Um, a few days after we broke up, I went to a friend's place to distract myself, as one does. She was there. She was a distraction. I never meant for it to get this far. You know, she actually asked me to be her boyfriend." he chuckled dryly to himself as you listened intently. "I guess, I thought it'd be easier to move on if I had something else to pour my love into?"

You nodded slowly, "Okay, I somewhat get that. So you really do love her?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't. I mean, I can't. No one can truly love two people at once. And I think that answers the question of why I'm not happy." he paused and faced you completely, "I'm crying because hearing that song and hearing how evident your pain in it is, that will make anyone cry. I'm crying because I miss you and I miss us. I-I miss what we had and what we were. I miss your kisses and your stupid jokes that only you laugh at. I miss going on walks with you and Tess. I just miss you."

There was a long period of silence after his confession. You were trying to process all the information he was giving. He was cursing himself for being so straightforward. The longer it went without a response from you, the more anxious he got. He grabbed your hands, holding them to his lips.

"Please say something. Anything."

Déjà vu.

You swallowed, "You want honesty?" he nodded, "Okay, I was so mad at you. I-I was infuriated. Y-you told me you weren't ready to give a hundred percent of yourself and that you couldn't be in a relationship until you could give all of yourself to that person. Then a month later, you're with her. Making me feel like you just couldn't give yourself to me." you paused and shook your head, "You could've told me the truth. You should've told me the truth. We could've talked about it. We could've avoided months of awkward run ins and no communication." he nodded, still holding your hands in his, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't miss you because I do, I miss you more than anything, but we shouldn't be doing this or saying these things while you're with her." you removed your hands from his.

He spent a moment looking down at his fingers. Releasing short breaths. "I don't want to be with her."

"But you are. And I don't want you to break up with her for me. Because that's not how things work, Tom. But you shouldn't stay with her either. Especially if this is how you're feeling. That's just unfair to her." you shook your head and felt your mind clear.

He nodded and met your gaze, "This is the end of us, huh?"

You shook your head, "I don't think there will ever be an end to us." you laughed dryly.

He agreed with a smile, "For forever and a day, remember?"

You nodded, "For forever and a day."

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angelmavmurdock · 4 years ago

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The Boy Next Door

WARNINGS: SMUT, ORAL (fem+mal), DIRTY TALK, PRAISE, CHOKING, THIGH RIDING, MENTIONS OF DRUGS.

inexperienced!reader x stoner!tom

(inspired by Ginny and Georgia)

The new house was a lot bigger than our last house. But of course that's due to my mother marrying a man 30 years older than her who owns some workout company. She's a gold digger is what I'm trying to say. Ever since I can remember, whatever guy she was dating dictated where we would live, where my brother and I would go to school, what I'd wear, how I'd act and even what friends I had. Or, lack there of. Always being the 'new girl' was beginning to get exhausting so I never really had friends. If I gained any friends then I knew that we'd get close then I'd move and we'd stay in touch for about a month before they move on and forget about me.

y/n. Always the new girl.

"y/n would you help us, please?" Mum asked in an annoyed tone, brushing past me with a box in her hands.

I rolled my eyes and sighed, walking to the car and beginning to lift stuff out and into the house. It was a huge driveway - unnecessarily large - and everyone on the street was the same. Everyone in the town was the same. It was a rich, suburban area. No place I hadn't seen before but we definitely didn't belong. My Mum just shapeshifted into whoever she thought Greg would want. Greg being my 'step-dad'. He's 63. My Mum is 33. How is that even allowed.

We unloaded everything from the cars and waited on the trucks arriving with everything else. Cameron and I scuffed our shoes as we strolled through the huge house, taking in everything and familiarising ourselves with our new home.

"I'm so glad I'm not at school anymore because being in a class with snobby assholes like these people would be shit." Cameron said, crossing his arms as he gestured to the family across the road.

I walked over to him and watched too. A family of 5 - two girls, one boy, Mum and a Dad - were dressed rather nicely in dresses and suits. They came out of their house and waltzed to their Tesla nonchalantly with their noses in the air. The eldest girl looked around my age. She would probably be in some of my classes.

"I'm not looking forward to Monday." I groaned.

We stood in comfortable silence, watching the Tesla inquisitively as it drove off with the family inside.

"Trucks arrived!" Mum called from the front door.

We both shared our sibling look with one another then walked back out with reluctance. Mum was standing in the middle of the driveway with her hands on her hips, watching as Greg approached the van and signed some forms off. Cameron and I walked down and stood either side of her. She grinned and wrapped her arms around us, rubbing both our backs simultaneously.

"I've got a good feeling about this, guys." She took a deep breath.

"At least someone does." I remarked.

She ignored the comment and we watched Greg do practically nothing. I mean he was basically an ancient artefact.

"I've heard your new school is wonderful. The pass grade levels are insanely good and there's a lot of people there to befriend." Mum spoke positively.

"My last 6 schools also had a lot of people to befriend but of course, I always lose them because we move so bloody much." I clenched my jaw.

"Well...this time it's different."

I scoffed, "You always say that."

"I swear this time!"

"And that!"

"y/n I don't know what you want me to do. Greg is a great guy who is supporting us fully! I mean, look at this place! Surely you can't be mad we're living here." Mum shook her head, removing her arm from my waist.

"I'd rather live in a box with just you two than live in a huge house with some random guy in a town I hate." I argued then stormed away dramatically up the driveway.

I got into the house and slammed the door, grabbing the banister and stomping up the flight of stairs. There was one flight then a landing then another flight. This house was too bloody big.

I finally found what was meant to be my new room and slammed that door shut. Just for good measure. I huffed and sighed as I leaned my back against the white, wooden door.

The room was stark white and empty, only a bay window to give some character. I might hate Greg and my mother and this whole situation but I loved this bay window. I snaked in between the boxes and suitcases and sat on the wooden ledge. I kicked my shoes off before sitting my feet up and watching outside. My room faced the front of the house so I could see the movers offloading furniture and boxes off while Greg stood helplessly.

I groaned and leaned my head back, closing my eyes, just wanting to crawl into a shell and hide.

A slam of a car door forced my eyelids open and I jumped slightly.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

I heard a woman's voice from outside. I looked outside curiously, scanning the street with my eyes to find where the noise was coming from. It finally caught my eye and I had to sit up and switch sides of the window to look properly.

A red-headed woman and a curly headed boy were standing in the driveway.

Our next door neighbours apparently.

The boy was around my age, maybe a little older. He stumbled a little as he walked up the drive, his mother - I think - watching from behind her car door.

"I'm going to bed!" He shouted back.

"Not now you're not, you have to talk to me, Thomas!" She shouted, slamming her own car door.

Thomas.

He hung his head on his shoulders, "I need to sleep, mum."

"Well I just had to bail you out of jail for marijuana possession and use so you better talk to me."

Oof, I thought. He was a stoner. A criminal basically. But he was attractive from what you could see. Dark brown curly hair, tall enough, a sharp jawline, a good body from where I was sitting and a good style too - a hoodie with a denim jacket and jeans. But he was my neighbour. And a stoner.

"Mum can we just talk later?" He pleaded, running a hand through his hair.

"Tom we will talk about this right now." She said sternly.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, turning his back to her and walking away. I watched him with a slight smile. He really was attractive.

"Thomas Holland you get back here right now!" His mother shouted.

"When I'm not on drugs, I'll talk." He stated.

His mother stuttered then just grunted in annoyance, allowing him to go inside.

I kept my eyes on him, my smile still on my face as he started to walk into his house. He suddenly turned his head with a confused expression then looked up. Straight at me through my window.

I froze in shock, eyes widening, mouth parting. He slowly smirked and nodded his head at me before going inside.

I sunk off the window ledge in humiliation, snaking to the floor and mumbling how stupid I was and how embarrassing that was.

"y/n! Come meet your neighbour!" Mum shouted up.

My ears perked up then I leaped up to look out the bay window. The boy next door's mum was standing outside, chatting to my mum.

I hardly learned anything talking to his mum. Her name was Nikki Holland, she had a husband named Dominic who was a comedian and a writer. She was a photographer. Along with Tom - the oldest - she had three other sons: twins named Harry and Sam and then Paddy who was a good bit younger. I can't remember the exact age. My mum had nosily asked her about Tom and that was the only part I listened to.

"He's 18,"

"Dropped out of school last year,"

"Says he wants to be an actor,"

"Oh today? He got in trouble from the police about...you know what, that isn't important."

"You look so young to be a mother to a teenager. How old are you?"

"And you're 18, too?" "Still in school?" "What do you want to do?" "Ah, smart girl."

The conversation was brief and slightly awkward. She was clearly stressed about Tom and his situation so I slid out of the engagement pretty fast and escaped up to my room.

During the entirety of the weird conversation, the movers had put my bed, mattress and desk into my room. It felt a lot more homier.

It was the next night and I had finished dinner and immediately gone upstairs. I was not participating in any sort of 'family time'. I sat down on my bed and scrolled through my phone aimlessly.

A thump outside drew my attention away and I looked to my right at the regular window which faced our neighbours house.

I sat up and squinted to see out into the dark. It was Tom. He was halfway out his window.

I didn't even realise our windows faced each other. And here he was, one leg out the window and his other following on. He had thrown a backpack down which caused the dull thump on the grass - which I only assume contains weed - and now he was escaping his house.

I got out of bed and walked to the glass, peeking out to see what he was doing.

He climbed impressively down the wall and jumped the last few metres, landing in a Spider-Man like pose. Admirable, I thought as he picked up his back pack and slid a skateboard out from a bush. He brushed it off then slotted it under his armpit.

He was sporting a black t-shirt with a dog-tag necklace and some distressed deep blue jeans with a denim jacket over top and a baseball cap placed on backwards that sat on top of his curly head of hair.

He looked around in case he was going to get caught then looked up. Directly at me. Again.

This time I didn't shy away. I just made a gesture and mouthed 'what the fuck?' then he laughed to himself and looked back up at me.

'Don't be so nosy, neighbour', he mouthed.

I squinted and shook my head in disapproval. He just smirked boyishly then walked to his driveway where he flipped his skateboard and skated off into the night.

I gulped and sat back on my bed, feeling my heart rate slow back down.

But curiosity filled my brain.

Where was he going?

Just as Sunday night came around, I had finished decorating my room. My pictures and paintings hung on the wall, along with some mirrors to fill the blank space of the white walls. My bed was cosy and was filled with throw blankets, fluffy sheets and way too many pillows. My desk was organised and my laptop sat atop the white surface, making it look a lot more professional than I had anticipated.

I had turned my bay window into a reading nook. A few blankets lay on the ledge and a couple pillows too, along with my current read.

I had seen Tom sneak out a few nights ago but I tried to stay away from the regular window, only ever sitting on the bay one because I couldn't see Toms room from there.

However, it didn't shield me from him completely.

I would see him outside in their front garden playing games with his brothers and sometimes I'd watch them from just over the top of my book. The way he played with their dog was cute. I had gathered her name was Tessa and I knew she was a staffy because we used to have one. He'd throw balls or sticks for her and sometimes she'd clamber on top of him with excitement. He'd dodge her licks but still clap her because she was excited after all.

Every once in a while he'd catch me looking down at him or I'd catch him looking up at me. Whenever it happened, it seemed as if everyone and everything disappeared. Like it was just us. Tunnel view. But then one of us would look away or stick the middle finger up or mouth 'fuck off'. Our unusual and silent rivalry was the closest thing to a friend I'd had in years.

But now, Mum, Greg and Cameron were going out to a nice dinner to celebrate the first week of living here. I thought it was an incredibly stupid idea so I decided to stay home alone and eat pizza.

They all left and Cameron immediately texted me.

Cammando: I hate you for leaving me

y/n: your fault not mine :)

I didn't really know what to do. I walked around the house and asked Alexa to play some songs but I couldn't be bothered dancing. I wasn't really in a dancing mood.

I just gave up and went back upstairs into my room. My windows were still open so before I got changed I went to close them and put down the blinds. I closed the bay window and then I went to the next one.

I looked straight ahead into Toms room and my jaw dropped.

He was hopping and hyping himself up in front of a punch bag...shirtless with gloves on. I watched as he punched the bag skilfully, moving his feet as if it was a choreographed routine. His damp curly hair hung onto his forehead and I could see glimpses of airpods in his ears. His back muscles tightened and flexed as he threw punches.

He moved around the bag and now I could see the front of him. He had a very visible six pack. I definitely didn't expect that from the stoner boy next door. If I thought he was attractive before...now I don't even know what I would call him.

Otherworldly, perhaps?

He suddenly looked up and I gasped, turning and slamming my back against the wall next to the window, wincing at the pain. Hopefully he didn't see me...

It was creepy to be staring at him. I shouldn't have done it.

I peeked back and he was back to beating the poor punch bag.

God, he was so hot.

I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and ears, burning with lust. I gulped and looked away, closing the blind to stop myself from looking anymore.

I got changed into shorts and a burgundy Cambridge University jumper that used to belong to my Dad. He gave it to me the first time he properly left for a while and I still have it even though I see him more often.

I hopped downstairs and played some music while I sorted the pizza and chips out to eat.

I sat and ate while listening to music. Once I was finished, I cleaned everything up then went back upstairs into my room, shutting the door behind me and jumping onto my bed.

I scrolled through tiktok aimlessly, just filling the time before it was an acceptable hour to go to bed as a teenager.

I switched apps to Instagram when I lay on my side, my back facing my windows. I scrolled through for a while but a certain picture caught my eye.

I had to blink a few times to really look.

It was my so called 'best friend' who I hadn't talked to since I moved twice after befriending her and my ex-boyfriend. My ex. My only boyfriend I've ever had. My first kiss, my first date...my first time. My only time. We only had sex twice. Three if you count foreplay but I faked it. Actually I faked it all of the times. He was never good at it and I had no idea how to go about telling him because to be honest, I had no idea what to do either.

But my ex-best friend and my ex-boyfriend? She didn't even tell me. She didn't even think to ask me.

They were dressed nicely and holding each other's waists. It looked a little awkward but most of those pictures are because they are being taken by parents.

I looked through the comments.

OMG! Hot couple alert! You two are the cutest just marry already yall are too happy it's been the best year of my life baby

"WHAT?!" I exclaimed, sitting up sharply.

They had been together for a YEAR.

"Ugh!" I groaned and threw my phone across my room, hearing it basically break against the wooden floor.

"Rough night?" A voice spoke from my window.

I screamed, jumping with fear and successfully landing my ass on the floor.

I panicked and grabbed the first thing I could use as a weapon. A glass of water. It would have to do.

I quickly flung the water at the intruder, "WHAT THE FUCK, GET OUT!" I screamed, my eyes closed tightly in fear.

I heard the water splash over them but they still came in. I just threw the glass at them. It thumped against them dully and then crashed onto the floor.

"Ouch."

I slowly opened one eye and looked up at the figure who had just entered my room.

It was Tom.

He was in a grey t-shirt and black basketball shorts with a baseball cap placed on backwards, a backpack thrown over his shoulder.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING CLIMBING INTO MY ROOM?!" I shouted, standing up.

He was taller than me by a few inches but we were basically at eye level.

"I was clearly looking for some company but you then threw water over me and then a literal glass." He spoke calmly, wiping a hand over his wet face.

"How the hell are you being so calm about this?! You just intruded into my home!" I exclaimed.

"Well, darling, I have a thing called weed. It's great for calming you down. You clearly need some." He slung his bag around and went to open it.

"W-what? No, I'm not smoking weed!"

He sighed and slung his bag back, "Well, why are you being so uptight about this I just wanted to say hello." He smiled boyishly.

I licked my teeth in annoyance. He was so fucking attractive but he was so fucking annoying and I didn't even know him.

"You need to get out. I didn't invite you in here so you are not welcome." I stated, crossing my arms.

"Okay, yes. But also- my mother nearly just caught me sneaking out so it's a cover if she comes round here."

"Why would she come here?" I asked.

"Because she's a mad woman who hates me having a life apparently."

"You're an 18 year old who sneaks out of the house to smoke weed. I wouldn't call that a life." I remarked.

He smirked, "You know what, I like you."

He sat his bag down then started to walk slowly around my room, inspecting my pictures and decorations intricately.

I stuttered, not knowing how to react to this whole situation.

"I'm sorry, what the hell are you doing?" I asked, brows furrowed.

"You're quite an interesting person, I must say."

I sighed and shook my head at the ceiling.

"Ah, this makes sense." He picked up one of my camera's.

I scoffed, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He sat it down and picked up the next one, shrugging with a smug smirk.

"You like looking at things."

I gulped, red rushing to my cheeks.

"Clearly very beautiful things." He said, referring to my pictures on the walls.

"I'm just honoured I'm one of them."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "You wish you were."

"Oh but I am, aren't I?" He challenged, sitting my camera down.

I licked my back teeth and watched with heavy breath as he paced towards me slowly.

"I've never taken a picture of you before." I said matter-of-factly.

"You might not have but you definitely love a good stare, don't you?" He asked, his left eyebrow quirked cockily.

I noticed the unusualness of it and then looked into his dark, dilated eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." I said quietly.

He laughed lowly, "So you weren't staring at me earlier when I was working out?"

I stuttered as we came face to face.

"You're stubborn but I feel like I know you," He placed his fingers under my chin, tracing up my jaw and to my ear where he tucked some of my hair behind.

"Because I've been looking at you, too." He whispered.

I practically melted and a whimper left my mouth, eyes rolling back.

He chuckled, "Already needy for me I see."

I looked up at him as his thumb swiped over my lips.

This whole situation was insane. I didn't even know how we got here. I didn't know how to feel, either. I had never been turned on like this before.

He slowly pushed his thumb into my mouth and I moaned around it, tasting his skin.

"Good girl." He praised, taking his thumb out and replacing it with his tongue.

I moaned again, feeling his lips on mine. His hands gripped my waist and I tangled my fingers into his hair.

He tasted of weed but I didn't mind it at all. He pushed me backwards until I hit the wall next to my bed. He gripped my hips tightly and I kept my hands in his hair. He must have gone for a shower since his workout because he smelled fresh and clean and his hair was damp.

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was kissing a stranger. Who climbed into my room.

"Wait-" He pulled away briefly.

"Is your family home?" He asked.

"No, they're out all night." I answered breathlessly.

He smirked, "Good."

He suddenly lifted me up and I squealed, automatically wrapping my legs around his taut torso.

His tongue slipped between my lips again and I welcomed it. He lay me down on my bed and started to kiss down to my jaw and my neck.

I gasped and tugged his hair when he started kissing a certain spot on my skin. He got the message that I liked it and started licking and sucking on it. I arched my back slightly, moaning as he worked his tongue and lips on my skin.

He left the spot on my neck but kissed over my skin as he started to lift my jumper up. Panic and nerves suddenly settled in and I grabbed his hands, stopping his movements.

"You alright?" He asked breathlessly.

I swallowed, "I uh...I've never-"

His eyes widened, "You're a virgin?"

"No, no. I've had sex it just...it just wasn't that great." I bit my lip nervously.

He encased my lips in his and I relaxed to his touch.

"Do you want to?" He asked against my lips.

"Yes, fuck yes." I practically moaned into his mouth.

"I just need you to guide me through it." I said in between kisses.

He pulled away, "I can do that." He smiled.

He started to lift my jumper off and this time I let him. I sat up and he removed it, throwing it off the bed. He admired the pink bralette I was wearing and immediately pressed his lips and tongue to the valley of my breasts. He nipped and sucked on my skin and I moaned as he palmed one of my boobs while leaving marks on the other.

He came back up and kissed me again but flipped us over so I was now on top. He sat up and shuffled back against my headboard and pulled me onto his lap.

He brushed my hair off my shoulders and cupped my chin, taking me in.

"D'you wanna try riding my thigh?" He asked lowly.

I gulped, "S-sure."

He smirked and I straddled his left thigh, holding his shoulders.

"Just rock your hips back and forwa-"

"Fuck," I moaned, the rubbing of the different materials causing my core to clench.

"Does that feel good?" He asked, his breath fanning over my face.

His hands rested on my hips and he helped my movements.

"Feels so good." I moaned.

"Yeah? You like riding my thigh?" He prompted, his hands making me speed up.

I fisted the material of his shirt in my hands as my mouth fell agape with pleasure.

"Riding my thigh like such a good girl." He praised.

"Fuck!" I hung my head back, his words going straight to my core.

He chuckled cockily, "D'you like when I call you that? Huh?"

I nodded, too flustered with these new senses of pleasure to speak.

His hand travelled up into my hair and tugged on it by my roots. A louder moan than I would have liked escaped my lips.

"I asked you a question, answer me." He said sternly.

"Fuck! Yes, I love it when you call me that." I answered pathetically.

"Good girl." He praised, letting go of my hair and rocking my hips on him.

I felt an immense amount of pleasure build up and it felt as if something was going to snap in me.

"Oh shit, I- fuck!" I furrowed my brows in concentration and confusion.

"R'you gonna cum, darling?" He asked, almost shocked.

"I don't- fuck - know!" I moaned, feeling the knot inside my stomach about to snap.

But before that could even happen I was being flipped back onto my back and Tom was ripping off my shorts and panties, diving in between my legs with lust.

His hands held my thighs and brought me closer to him. His lips attached to my clit and sucked, giving me a whole new feeling.

"Oh, fuck! Yes! Yes!" I moaned shamelessly, tugging his hair and fisting the bedsheets.

"Go on, darling. Cum in my mouth for me. Taste so good. Please, love."

The mixture between his words and his nicknames for me and the fact his mouth was working wonders on my core completely sent me over the edge: an experience I had never had before.

"Holy shit! Tom! Yes!" I subconsciously tightened my thighs around his head and my hands practically pushed him completely onto me.

He continued riding me through my high until I unclenched my thigh and he pulled away slowly.

I lay breathless and in a state of shock and euphoria at the same time.

"You okay?" He asked soothingly, rubbing his hand over my bare thigh as he came up to kiss me.

"Yeah I've...I've never-"

"You've never came before?" Tom asked, baffled by me.

"Nope..."

He kept his eyes on me but slipped a hand down to my core again. I bucked my hips against his hand with a gasp as he moved his fingers in circles over my core.

"You've never even touched yourself?" He asked lowly.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

"You're so wet for me, darling, fuck." He cursed.

He suddenly dipped a finger into my core and I moaned. He curled it up and I gripped his arm tightly.

"What d'you want?" He asked.

"I want you, Tom, please." I bit my lip.

He smiled and sat back, his hand coming away from my clit, leaving me feeling empty. He shed his shirt and I finally got to look at his chiselled torso up close. He then slid his shorts and boxers off and my jaw dropped at the sight of him.

He was semi-hard but he was already bigger than my ex. A lot bigger.

He pumped his member in his hand, "You sure about this?"

I stuttered, completely distracted by his actions than his words.

"What? You like the look of it? Hmm? Wanna suck me off?" He asked, his hand cupping my chin and sliding his thumb into my mouth again.

I moaned at his words and nodded.

"You want to suck me off, darling? You sure?" He asked, removing his thumb.

"Yes, fuck Tom, I wanna suck you off." I moaned.

"Good girl." He praised.

We switched positions so he was sitting against the headboard and now I was in between his legs.

"I don't know how to..." I said shakily.

"You're okay," He gathered my hair up in his hands.

"Do whatever feels natural and I'll tell you if it's good, yeah?"

I nodded and gulped, moving my mouth closer to his member. I pumped him in my hand a few times and I could almost feel him harden right there. I had done this part before, at least.

I lowered my mouth onto him, swirling my tongue around his lip. He hissed slightly and gripped my hair tighter. I slowly let my mouth down on him and came back up.

"That's it, good girl." He praised.

I moaned and continued bobbing my head slowly on him, finding a rhythm. I held his thigh for support as I got faster, easing into it.

"Fuck, darling, feels so good." He groaned.

The taste of him in my mouth was amazing, pre cum already escaping onto my tongue.

I slackened my jaw and took as much of him as I could then pumped the rest in my hand.

"Holy shit! Fuck!" He held my head there and thrusted up.

His member hit the back of my throat but I didn't mind it at all. He made sure I was okay then did it again. And again. And again. Until he was continuously throat fucking me. I enjoyed it, surprisingly. The obscene sounds my mouth was making was not only making Tom more aroused, but also me.

I felt some drool drip down from my mouth onto my chin and even onto his lower stomach but I didn't care.

"Fuck, love those pretty little sounds coming from your throat, baby." He groaned.

I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

"Such a good girl."

But then he pulled me off of him. I looked at him in confusion but he flipped me onto my back sooner than I could say anything.

"Need to be in you before I cum, princess." He said, kissing me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

"Ready?" He asked.

I felt his tip brush up and down my folds. I gripped his arms and nodded, closing my eyes to concentrate.

"Hey, look at me." He said.

I looked up into his gorgeous chocolate eyes.

"Breathe in," He instructed.

I did as he said.

"And out."

As I breathed out, he pushed into me slowly.

I moaned and arched my back at the feeling of him inside of me. His technique worked.

"You okay?" He asked caringly.

I nodded, biting my lip.

"You can move."

He started thrusting slowly in and out of me, my arousal making it a lot easier for him to move.

"So fuckin' tight, darling." He cursed.

I wrapped my thighs around his waist and he bottomed me out.

"Yes!" I moaned, my back arching so our chests were touching.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

I hummed, "Faster, please."

He smirked, "As you wish."

His thrusts got gradually faster and my mouth hung open in a silent moan. He brushed past my g-spot with every movement and I scraped his back with my finger nails.

"So fucking good," I gasped.

He sped his thrusts completely and his head fell into the crook of my neck, leaving sloppy kisses on my skin.

"So big! Yes!" I moaned pornographically as he perfectly met my g-spot.

He reached a hand down and started rubbing my clit in skilful circles. I screamed out in overwhelming pleasure as I felt the now familiar feeling come back in my stomach.

"So good for me, darling. Been such a good girl. You gonna cum?" Tom whispered his praises into my ear.

"So close! Oh my god!" I curled my toes and dug my fingernails into his back.

"Come on darling. Feel so good around my cock. Feel so fucking good. You're a fucking angel, y/n. Fuck." He moaned.

I rolled my eyes back at his words. God his words.

"I'm gonna cum!" I squealed, eyes squeezing shut.

"Look at me when you cum, love."

I could hardly hear his voice anymore as I felt my second high approaching.

"I said-"

I gasped as I felt his hand around my throat, pressing the sides of my neck, activating some unknown pleasure button.

"Look at me when you cum all over my fucking cock." He grunted, his dark, dilated eyes staring into mine.

I kept my eyes on him as my high began to wash over me. His thrusts kept the same pace but his fingers moved faster, spurring my orgasm along.

"Yes! Fuck, feels so- yes!" I moaned.

I was extremely loud, I'm surprised the police hadn't come knocking asking about it.

My high seemed to be everlasting. Tom began to pull out but I kept my legs wrapped around him.

"Want you to cum in me, Tom. Please." I begged.

"You sure?" He asked, holding his orgasm back.

"Yes! Please! Need your cum in me." I moaned seductively against his lips.

"Fuck- so good for me- yes!"

I felt as he stilled in me, and as his cum painted my walls. His face contorted in levels of pleasure as he finished and I was finally coming down from my own high.

He pulled out after a second and collapsed next to me.

We both lay together, not saying a word, just listening to each other's breathing calm.

After a minute or two, he turned to face me.

"That- was so fucking good." He laughed.

"It was." I smiled back.

He reached a hand over to my face and brushed my hair behind my ear. I softened into his touch and hummed.

But that bliss was broken quickly.

"Hello?! We're home!"

I gasped, shooting up on my bed.

"Is that your mum?!" Tom whisper shouted.

"Yes! You need to go like now!" I whispered back.

He scurried off the bed and into his boxers and clothes, shakily putting on his shirt and attempting to put his shoes on quickly but leaving them untied.

I grabbed his backpack and handed it to him.

"Thank you," He smiled, taking it from me and heading for the window again.

He swung a leg out but then hesitated.

"Oh and uh-"

He held his hand out.

"I'm Tom, by the way." He grinned.

I smiled, shaking his hand.

"I'm y/n. Nice to meet you, neighbour."

"Nice to meet you, too." He winked, before climbing out the window, down the wall and back into his own house.

Nice to meet you indeed.

A/N: this is written for my amazing friend Caitlin and it's her birthday today! and she gave me all the details for this piece so i hope you guys enjoyed!

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arvinsescape · 4 years ago

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Last orders.

A/N: This idea came to me so randomly! I hope you all enjoy!!

Summary: Y/N and Tom have a lot of sexual tension that finally snaps.

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (Fingering, unprotected sex(wrap it up, practice safe sex), slight dom! Tom). Minors do not engage.

W/C: 3.1K

It was 9 o clock on Thursday night and like every Thursday night at 9 o clock Tom walked through the entrance to the pub, brother’s in tow. You bit your lip as you watched him approach his usual table, right next to the bar, you in his eyesight. You were the have they haven’t they of the pub, people assumed you’d slept together, assumed you were friends with benefits. You flirted constantly, you were incredibly touchy feely with each other but you’d never slept together, the sexual tension was there but neither of you had ever acted on it.

You liked him, you really did and you weren’t sure whether he was just a flirt or whether he liked you back. Your friend insisted he liked you back because he didn’t flirt with anyone else who worked there, nor did he flirt with any of the women that came in. You just weren’t sure and didn’t want to assume and make a fool of yourself so you never acted upon it, waiting for him to make a move in that direction.

“Lover boy’s here as usual.” Annie whispered to you as she continued to pull the pint for her customer and you playfully rolled your eyes.

“So he is.” You muttered.

“Seriously, when are you guys gonna fuck?” She laughed, talking a little louder than you’d have liked.

“Annie.” You hissed and she only laughed louder.

“You know, it’s hard to watch you guys. You pine after each other so much, just make a move.” She said again and you were about to respond until Harry approached the bar.

“Usual?” You asked and he nodded.

“Please.” He said as he smiled at you and you started filling their pint glasses. “You working late tonight?” He asked and you nodded.

“As I always do on a Thursday. Locking up is my job tonight.” You laughed and he nodded with a smirk.

“What?” You asked carefully. You knew that look, he was planning something.

“Nothing, nothing.” He waved off. “Annie what time are you working till tonight?” He suddenly turned his attention to your best friend.

“10 why?” She said, she liked Harry, that much was obvious.

“Just curious.” He said again with a smirk as he payed for the drinks and headed back to their table.

“What was that all about?” You asked Annie bewildered.

“No idea.” She said and you smirked.

“Maybe, he’s gonna ask you out.” You said and she scoffed.

“I don’t think so. Why would he want to know when you finish?” She said and you shrugged.

“No idea.” You said and you felt Tom’s eyes on you as you tried to hold back your smile.

It was a slow night, Annie had finished early because it didn’t need two of you, the only people left being three regulars, two women and Tom’s table. You were currently sat chatting with Tom’s brother’s, eye on the bar as you sat close to Tom, thighs touching and it made your heart hammer in your chest as you tried to stay invested in Harry’s story.

You were listening as intently as you could with Tom so close until you felt his hand brush yours under the table a few times, you were about to move your hand when you felt him slowly lace his fingers with yours, testing the waters and your heart hammered harder in your chest at the contact. No matter how many times Tom touched you it still had the same effect. He held your hand for ten minutes before you had to move to clear the table the women were sat on after they’d left.

“Cute.” John said as you served him again, he was your standard barfly, always sat at the end of the bar, observing everything, he was a lovely man but he didn’t miss a thing. “You guys finally together?” He whispered and you shook your head.

“No, just friends.” You smiled as he handed over his money.

“He needs to grow a pair and ask you out.” John whispered as he laughed lightly and sipped his pint as you sat back down, Tom’s hand instantly finding yours under the table again.

An hour later and it was just Tom and his brother’s left.

“I’m gonna do last orders, you want anything?” You asked and Harry and Sam shook their heads which was odd, they always stayed for a last pint. You looked at Tom and he nodded as you stood up to make his drink.

“Only if you’re gonna join me.” You heard him say and you turned to look at him.

“Only if you’re buying.” You teased and he smirked.

“What kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t?”

“On that note, I’m heading home.” Harry said as he finished his pint.

“Yeah, see you at home Tom. Maybe.” Sam smirked as they both said their goodbyes and left.

“How come they didn’t stay?” You asked as you started cleaning the bar down.

“No idea.” Tom said as he sipped his pint. “Can’t say I’m complaining though.” He said and you tried to fight the blush making its way onto your face. You locked the pub doors as you sat back down next to Tom, every intention of finishing your drink before you finished cleaning up.

“Then there were two.” You said and he hummed.

“Then there were two.” He agreed.

Your flirting became more bold then usual, on both sides as you finished your drinks and you moved to take the nozzles of the taps so you could clean them. You were stood when you saw Tom move in your peripheral, you wondered where he was going until you felt him snake his arms around your waist.

“You arse looks amazing in those jeans.” He said as he placed a kiss to your cheek and you smiled, you’d worn them on purpose, Annie said he stared more than usual when you wore them.

“You’re very bold tonight, Tom. Had too much to drink?” You teased and he placed a kiss to your neck, you shivered at the contact.

“No, I’m not drunk princess.” He said, you knew he wasn’t, you knew his limitations considering you served him on his most drunken nights in the pub, he was nowhere near. “Do you want me to stop.” He whispered as he placed a kiss onto the skin below your ear and you shivered again.

“Tom, I need to finish up here.” You said in a shaky breath, he well and truly had your full attention. Your tone entirely unconvincing. He hummed as he placed a string of kisses down your neck and then moved away from you.

“Okay darling, you finish up and I’ll walk you home.” He said. You finished up as quick as you possibly could, the only job left being cleaning down the table Tom had been sat on. You were leant over the table, wiping it down when you heard Tom mutter a ‘fuck’ under his breath. You smirked to yourself as you took longer to clean the table than necessary.

“You doing that on purpose darling?” He asked as his hands found your waist and you bit your lip as you stood and turned in his arms to face him. “Because it’s working.” He said and you looked up at him innocently.

“I don’t know what you mean Tom.” You said and he groaned slightly as he pulled you impossibly closer to him, head dipping so his lips where ghosting yours, hands on your hips. You were breathing harder as you felt him grow hard, the arousal between your legs growing. You placed your hands on his chest as his eyes flickered between your eyes and your lips.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you.” He whispered and you swallowed hard in response, mouth dry. “Can I kiss you princess?” He whispered, voice full of lust and you felt weak to the knees, thankful for his firm grip on your hips. This was it, the months of flirting and sexual tension had reached its breaking point and you were growing wetter with the anticipation of him finally taking you.

“Please.” You whispered and the small gap between your lips was non existent as he connected your lips, you almost moaned as your eyes fluttered shut. You grasped his shirt between your fingers in an effort to pull him even closer to you, you felt the table against your backside as one of his hands made its way into your hair, removing the bobble that had been keeping it up. He licked your bottom lip asking for entrance and you granted it, tongues fighting for dominance which Tom ultimately won.

The hand that was in your hair moved to grab your arse as he squeezed slightly making you gasp, your hands moved to his hair as you deepened the kiss. You pulled slightly at his hair and he groaned in response. You both pulled back for air, breathing hard as he stared into your eyes, the lust in them both evident.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He said as he reconnected your lips, hands moving to your thighs as he hoisted you onto the table, your legs instantly wrapping around his waist, pulling him closer. He moved his hands to the hem of your shirt as he removed it, breaking the kiss again. You were thankful the pub didn’t have any cameras. He placed kisses onto your chest as your hand slid into his hair. He unclipped your bra and discarded it somewhere.

“Fucking gorgeous.” He muttered as he took a nipple into his mouth and you moaned as he flicked his tongue over it, hand tightening in his hair and he groaned. He moved his hand to roll your free nipple between his fingers and your arousal grew further, the need for him growing with every flick of his tongue and roll of his fingers.

“Tom.” You moaned as he moved your back further onto the table. His hands moved to unbutton your jeans, moving them down your legs slightly, hand dipping into your underwear to run a finger up your slit.

“Fuck, you’re so wet princess. All for me?” He groaned and you moaned as he slid a finger into your heat. “Sound so fucking pretty.” He said as he moved to kiss you again, finger curling towards your g spot and you moaned into his mouth. “Wanted to fuck you for so long baby.” He whispered against your lips.

“Please Tom.” You almost begged and he hummed in response.

“Please what? What do you want?” He said, kisses moving to your neck and collarbones. “Want me to fuck this pretty pussy with my fingers, tongue? Tell me what you want princess.”

“I want, fuck, Tom, I want your fingers.” You moaned out and he hummed in response as he removed his finger from your heat.

“Open.” He said as you opened your mouth and he placed two fingers into it, you instantly wrapped your lips around them, sucking and licking at his fingers, tasting yourself. “You’re so fucking hot. Get my fingers nice and wet darling. Gonna fuck you with them so get them wet for me.” He said and you moaned as your eyes rolled back into your head at his words. He removed his fingers and placed them back into your underwear, rubbing your clit as you moaned out.

“Fuck Tom.” You moaned and he moved his fingers into your core, fingers curling up towards your g spot. “Feels so good.” You panted out as his thumb found your clit. You clenched around his fingers as he bit your neck.

“So responsive baby. So good for me. No idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.” You felt your high approaching as he kissed, licked, and bit at your neck between his words. “Can’t wait to get my cock inside this tight, warm pussy. You want that princess? You want my cock?” He said and you nodded in response, words escaping you as you felt the pleasure consume you, all that was on your mind was him.

His fingers worked you further towards your high as you became a moaning mess for him, his name leaving your lips as if it was the only word you knew. He knew he’d found your sweet spot when you moaned louder and clenched tighter around his fingers.

“Found it.” He whispered as he sucked a mark onto your skin, your walls clenching further around his fingers. “Come on baby, come for me. Come all over my fingers.” He whispered and you did, you came hard as pleasure consumed you and he fucked you through your high. “So perfect.” He mumbled against your skin as you came down from your high.

He removed his fingers and looked you straight in the eye as he licked them clean, humming as he did so. “You taste amazing.” He moaned and you felt your arousal grow again. “I don’t have a condom.” He said as he placed a kiss against your lips.

“I’m on contraception. You clean?” You said and he nodded.

“Haven’t slept with anyone since I met you and I did a test just before that, I’m clean.” He said and you smiled, you hadn’t either.

“Me too.” You said and he nodded again before making quick work of discarding all your clothes. He looked down at your naked body and the look in his eyes had you feeling anything other than self-conscious.

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled you to sit up on the table, legs wrapping back around your waist as he slid into you. You both moaned in pleasure, almost as if to say finally. “You feel so much better than I imagined. Fuck.” Tom said as he gave you a minute to adjust to him. “So fucking tight.” He said and the need for him to move reached its breaking point as you spoke.

“Tom, move please.” You moaned as you gripped his back, he groaned as he buried his face into your neck. Hips moving against yours as you both moaned, his thrusts were hard, fast, and deep. You cried out as he sucked your neck and fucked you like your lives both depended on it. You clenched around him due to the pleasure and he moaned your name.

“Fuck, if you keep doing that I’m gonna come.” He said and your nails dug into his back as the pleasure took over again, never in your life had you been fucked like this, you were sure you wouldn’t be able to walk when he was done. “So fucking snug around my cock princess.” He said as he thrusted harder into you and you moaned louder with the pleasure. His name was back on your lips.

“Sound so hot baby. Fucking sound so perfect. So fucking amazing.” He moaned out and you felt the coil in your stomach wind itself up for the second time that night. “Close princess? Gonna be a good girl and come around my cock?”

“Feel so good Tom. Gonna come on your cock, you fill me up so good.” You moaned out as he placed his fingers back on your sensitive clit making you cry out. You were close to the edge as Tom continued to thrust into you, fingers rubbing your clit, both of you moaning. Tom connected your lips as his thrusts grew sloppy, both of you falling over the edge, one after the other. He fucked you through your highs, it took you a few minutes to compose yourselves as he placed lazy kisses to your shoulder, stroking your sides as he calmed you through your aftershocks.

“Wow.” Was all you said when you’d composed yourself and he laughed lightly into the skin of your shoulder.

“Wanted to do that for a long time.” He said as he continued to pepper your shoulder with kisses. You stayed like that for a few minutes before he pulled out and cleaned you both up, you got redressed, making small talk. You finished up your jobs and set the alarm to the pub, locking up as you both stood outside.

It sunk in as you walked towards your home that the sexual tension had now been broken and you didn’t know where that left you both. You stopped in your tracks.

“Tom?” You asked and he spun around to look at you, confusion evident on his features.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, suddenly panicked at your change in mood, he stood in front of you as he studied your face.

“Is that it?” You asked vaguely and he furrowed his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean,” you sighed as you ran a hand through your hair. “What are we?” You went with instead. “What happened back there, is that all it was? Just a hook up?”

“Darling,” he sighed as he took your face in his hands, making you look into his eyes. “I have liked you for so fucking long. No, that wasn’t just a hook up for me, I want it to be more, if that’s what you want?” He asked and the look in his eyes was so genuine that you smiled, he really wanted you the way you wanted him.

“Yeah, I’d really like that.” You said and he grinned as he connected your lips in a swift kiss.

“Thank fuck for that. Come on, let me get you home, it’s freezing.” He said as he held a hand out to you which you happily took as he laced your fingers together. “I really meant it Y/N, I really really like you.” He said as you walked and you smiled.

“I really like you too Tom.” You confirmed and it felt good to have it in the open.

“Want to go out tomorrow night? There’s this really nice Italian I want to try.” He asked and you laughed.

“I think we’ve done this the wrong way around. Aren’t you supposed to take me out to dinner before we sleep together?” You teased and he laughed as you approached your door, he turned you to look at him, back lightly pressed against the door.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at 6?” He asked as his lips ghosted yours, you nodded as he connected your lips in a sweet kiss. It was much more innocent than the last one, his arms around your waist as yours were around his shoulders. He disconnected your lips as he placed his forehead against yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow princess.” He said as he kissed your cheek, stepping back from you and you instantly missed him.

You grasped his shirt in your hands again as you pulled him back to you, lips finding each other’s again. The kiss grew deeper and you found your back pressed into the door as he placed kisses down your neck.

“We are definitely doing things the wrong way around.” He mumbled into your neck as you felt your arousal grow again, a light laugh leaving your lips.

“Stay?” You asked and he pulled back to smile at you.

“If that’s what you want princess.” He said as he placed a quick kiss to your lips. “I like you, I really fucking do.” He said as he placed kisses down your neck as you spun around to unlock your door, giggling as you practically fell through your front door.

“Hold on.” Tom suddenly said and you whipped around to look at him, eyebrows furrowed, waiting for him to carry on. “Will you be my girlfriend? I realise I didn’t actually ask.” He said and you laughed as you threw your arms around his shoulders.

“I’d love to be.” You said and he grinned as he kissed you again.

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wenellyb · 4 years ago

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My journey in the MCU fandom on Tumblr: Sharing my thoughts on the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, racism in the MCU fandom and the best and the worse of the fandom

I wasn’t going to write this much but here I am… I don’t even know where I’m going with this but since The Falcon and the Winter Soldier just recently came out, I wanted to share some thoughts.

I joined Tumble because of a show I loved but most of you don’t know it “ Hit the Floor”

I stayed on Tumblr for two reasons only, Anthony Mackie and Sebastian Stan.

Before the Captain America:Civil War premiere, a friend sent me the link to the Sebastian and Anthony ET interview, and I was hooked. In just one interview. I discovered Anthony Mackie. The guy was hilarious!!! I just couldn’t get enough and I knew I had to know more about him. How could he improvise so many funny lines on the spot? He was just amazing.

I had pretty much watched all the avengers movie but that was it. I was not involved in the fandom. So I knew Sam Wilson’s face, but I couldn’t even remember his name if my life depended on it. That’s how much the MCU treated him as a side character.

I was like how the f*ck don’t I know this guy?

His talent reminded me of Eddie Murphy, Jim Carrey or Robin Williams, like yes they can make some emotional or serious movies, but when they want to make you laugh, you will laugh. Whether you want it or not. I kept wondering how this guy wasn’t more famous.

And the banter with Sebastian Stan? Wow, you could tell their friendship was strong, the way Sebastian lighted up when Anthony was talking, and keep bouncing off his jokes. It was art. the way Sebastian said “ I love you” at the end of the interview. Pure gold.

I then started to watch some of the interviews and boy was that a mistake!!! I literally couldn’t get enough. So I watched all and I say all their interviews, it was the best. We got some gems:

“Why aren’t you looking at me as much”

“Which way is the beach Seabass”

*Them saying nonsense in Spanish and then Sebastian Saying Papi Chulo*

¨And so many more, ....

I watched other solo Anthony interviews and he was still HILARIOUS, but you could also tell he felt a little bit more at ease with Sebastian around. I won’t pretend I know him or his personality, but Sebastian seems like a little bit more of an introvert and looks like he doesn’t enjoy the interview experience unless Anthony id around him. Just my thoughts

I watched the interviews before I went to see the movie, I even cosplayed as the Winter Soldier to the movie premiere and I was IN!!! When I saw Captain America Civil War, I became a SamBucky shipper, these two were hilarious and I really so the potential for a great realtionship I love enemy to lovers stories.

I also shipped Stucky because, to me, the trope of the movie was Superhero gives up everything to protect his long term friend” Hollywood movies have some codes and if Bucky were a female character, there is no doubt in my mind that the movie would have been marketed as romance.

Stucky really was an easy ship! But then the MCU fandom of Tumblr fandom messed up everything for me. You see I really liked the CACW and I I liked Stucky, I liked Sambucky, and I loved the introduction of t’Challa’s character, but one of things that affected me the most in the movie was that it was the first blockbuster I watched with 3 black main characters, Rhodey, Sam and T’Challa. That, and the fact that they were planning to realease a Black Panther movie in two years, I was super excited, and that’s the main reason I got involved in the MCU fandom so much, when before, I was just a casual watcher.

If this seem weird to you, then you have no idea how we were only getting crumbs before. For me it was soo huge, I even told all my friends, and they were laughing at me. But usually blockbusters, especially superhero movies get one black character and that’s it, usually the best friend or something and never the leads. So, for me it really was a big deal. How sad is that by the way…

I became more involved in the fandom and, at first, I wasn’t focusing on anything special, Sambucky, Stucky, Stackie, the Black Panther, and even Zemo, whose character I really liked.

But soon I noticed that the CACW tags were always flooded, and I mean flooded with the same two white characters: Steve and Bucky. I told myself, ok that’s fine Steve is the lead after all, but it would be good to see the other characters too.

And then I noticed another interesting trend: Evanstan…. Wait what?

Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan… did I miss something? Listen, obviously I’m sure they must be friends or something, but you’re going to tell me you watch all MCU the actors and you’re going to focus on Steve and Sebastian? I’m sorry what?

Sebastian and Anthony are right there… Or Chris and Anthony, they even have a secret handshake, only the 2 of them do… what more do you want?

Tell me one iconic Evanstan moment… go ahead tell me… See??? There isn’t.

Because of this and because of how badly some Stuckies were treating Sam and Anthony. I became less and less of a stucky shipper . I mainly focused on SamBucky, Stackie and the Black Panther,

And then the Sebastian Stan stans saw how popular Stackie, Sambucky, were becoming and I started to see some problematic stuff in our fandom too.

I don’t want to generalize, but when you go into the Stackie tag, and you see cropped pictures of Sebastian without Anthony, it’s easy to assume that a Sebastian fan did that. And we know damn well you cropped out Anthony because we watched all Stackie interviews and know exactly which interview your picture was taken from. We know that Anthony was sitting right next to Seb.

You post a picture of Sebastian laughing but you crop out the person who was making him laugh??

“but it has nothing to do with race” How do you know that?

“Sebastian had more screen time” More screen time than Anthony in CATWS or CACW? I don’t think so.

“I have been a fan of Sebastian for longer”, that’s fine but don’t go out cropping Anthony, just post gifs of Seb in his usual, sad, and Anthony-less interviews, not the ones where he’s smiling because his best friend is next to him.

Some of you really are the worst. And just so you know, your fave Sebastian is Anthony’s biggest fan, if he saw pictures where you cropped out Anthony, he would block you on the spot.

When I realized that Anthony Mackie would be the next Captain America I was screaming, no actually, I was crying, Sam Wilson will be Captain America, and Anthony would finally get the recognition he deserves.

You would think that the MCU fandom would focus on Captain America or at least one the two leads, instead of just Sebastian? Right? Right? WRONG.

Anthony is handsome, he’s funny, he’s a great actor, he went to freaking Julliard, he’s at the top, I don’t see what else the man can do??? He should already be a superstar, but no, you will side-line him even to he is the lead of the show.

Even when they are the actual leads, you guys would do anything to bring up the White characters even if it means ignoring the Black characters.

I remember I was having a conversation about Black Panther with my friends and I asked one of my white friends who was his favorite character in BP was and he told me Martin Freeman (don’t even remember his name in the movie) Martin Freaking Freeman, there are half a dozen of great characters and your fave is the only white man??? Ok, ok, that’s great.

Don’t give out automatic reply like “It has nothing to do with race, if you haven’t thought about it first”, because there’s a high probability that it is indeed about race. Stop saying it isn’t, sit down and ask yourself, “Am I biased?” “Why am I reblogging only stuff related to the white characters”.

One of these days you guys are going to make me hate Sebastian with the sh*t you are pulling.

I looove the Stackie friendship and the Sambucky dynamic but after seeing the way some of you treat Anthony and Sam’s character, it make me want to focus on Sam’s character and forget about the rest.

I remember they were some posts about how Anthony was problematic, and I just lost it. Apparently, there was an old article that resurfaced were Anthony was making a joke about women making sandwiches or something.

If you were offended by the sandwich joke, that is totally ok, and I can understand that.

But if you were offended by the sandwich joke, and saying Anthony is problematic BUT you still stan Chris Evans, Jeremy Renner, ScarJo or even Sebastian Stan, just know that there is a high probability you’re racist.

They have all said or done problematic stuff, and people only seem to remember stuff related to Anthony, which was probably just a joke by the way.

Chris Evans and Jeremy called Black widow a wh*re, ScarJo took roles that she maybe shouldn’t have and I didn’t forget Sebastian shady Instagram post, when Kaepernick was kneeling. There are so many more things to be said about Jeremy Renner but google is your friend.

Anthony also got hate for hating on Tom Holland? Like what? Do you guys even hear yourselves? Don’t you have any friends you like to tease? If you hate someone, do you go around talking about him every chance you get? It was obviously friendly banter but some people wanted to turn it into something it was not. Sigh.

I really cannot with this fandom

The stackie fandom was small at the beginning and the Sambucky fandom even smaller, but we were there and it was amazing. Sebastian and Anthony received the same amount of love from the fandom and I wish we could go back to those days.

Stop pretending the fandom isn’t racist. Stop saying “it isn’t about race” when you haven’t even thought about.

Saying “it has nothing to do with race” only shows that you haven’t thought about anything but don’t want to be called a racist.

There is racism in this fandom and it will always be there, but if you guys want to do anything about it, you have to acknowledge it first.

You can’t be pulling off stuff like “I don’t see colors”, “ it has nothing to do with race”. Stop, sit down, think about it and then we can have a conversation.

If you’ve made it till the end, I apologize for the typos and grammar mistakes, I wasn’t planning on writing this much.

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navalcriminalimagines · 3 years ago

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Pairings: Rafael Barba x Reader, Sonny Carisi x Reader

Warnings: none?

Words: 4,511

Prompt: Rafael spent years keeping his feelings for you hiding.

Missed shot

When Rafael Barba started to work with Manhattan’s SVU, you’d been a detective there for almost two years. You joined the squad shortly before Stabler left. You saw Nick Amaro and Amanda Rollins joining in too. At first, Cragen partnered you with Amanda, and Olivia with Nick, but considering it wasn’t working between Liv and Nick, changes were made, and Nick became your partner.

You two quickly became close, like a brother-sister relationship. He told you about his issues with Maria, you were the first (and only one) to know when him and Amanda became a thing. So, obviously, you told him your secret.

“This is Tomas,” you told Nick, as you were showing him a picture of an 8-year-old boy. “My son,” you added. “Don’t bother counting, I did give birth to him when I was 17.”

“He’s cute. Looks a lot like you,” Nick smiled at you. “Nobody in the squad know?” he asked.

“Cragen does. But he’s our Captain and it’s in my file. But the rest, nope,”

“Why not?”

You told him more about your debut in the police. At first, you did hide the fact that you were a mom. But you quickly realized that your coworkers and others were judging you. People took you as immature, non-serious, and some guy actually pictured you as an easy girl. You hated every second of your debut. So, when you joined the bomb squad, you decided to make your son a secret. It’s much better this way.

Olivia learned about your son when she took Cragen’s place. A part of her was surprised, but another wasn’t. She saw you with kids, you do have that mother instinct. And of course, she promised that nobody would know about Tom.

Working with the SVU squad wasn’t an evidence for Rafael Barba. Nick gave him hard time for no apparent reasons, Amanda wasn’t a fan of him. Fin didn’t care much. But luckily, Olivia welcomed him nicely and then there was you. You were sweet to him, kind. You asked him if you whether call him “Rafael” or “Barba” – “Your choice,” he answered. You ask him how he’s doing every time you see him. You usually bring him a coffee when you stopped by his office.

You’re nice, gorgeous, young, smart, badass… it didn’t take long for Rafael to get interested in you. More than just as coworker. But this couldn’t be happening, so he started to stay away from you as much as possible. At first, it was easy since Rafael only sees you as a detective. He doesn’t know anything about you outside of the office, only that you have Swedish origins from your father. He doesn’t want to know more. He doesn’t need to.

But despite himself, he overheard conversations between you and Nick every now and then. When the name “Tom” came back multiple times, Rafael assumed you had a boyfriend. Good. This should make things easier.

For two years working together, you and Rafael had a normal work relationship. He kept his crush under-wrap, seeing people every now and then, when the thought of you was too much. Sometimes it was one-night stands, sometimes a bit more. But he never kept seeing the same person for more than two months. That’s when people want to make things more permanent. Rafael doesn’t want that.

Keeping you at arm’s length was perfect for him. He couldn’t let you in. He wasn’t open for a serious relationship, and he felt like you could turn his world upside down if he let you in.

He almost did when Nick got shot. You were very worried for your partner, Rafael almost hugged you when you started to cry in front of him. But Liv called at the same point, so he didn’t. And then Nick left SVU, and New York. His departure hurt you a lot, for a moment, Rafael thought you two had some kind of an intimate relationship. But he remembered a conversation you two had.

“Hey Barba, we’re going out for drinks. Wanna join?” you casually asked.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Okay, first, do you need an occasion to go out for drinks? And second, it’s just that Nick needs to get his mind off the breakup,”

“So, it’s definitely over between him and his wife?”

“Yeah, she’s moving to DC with Zara. He’s not doing great,”

“But he can always count on his other partner,” Rafael said, without thinking.

You chuckled, “What does that mean?”

“You two are—close,” Hopefully, it didn’t sound like jealousy. Which it actually was.

“Amanda is the one he slept with, not me. I’d rather sleep with you,” you left right after.

This was months ago, but Rafael still couldn’t believe you said that. He tried not to overthink about it, but he couldn’t. Was this just a joke? Were you just trying to prove a point? Or did you see him as more than just a coworker? He considered trying to explore this, but before he found the courage to do something about it, Sonny Carisi joined the squad and became your partner.

You missed Nick a lot, but you welcomed Sonny with open arms, unlike the others at first. He will forever be thankful about that. It didn’t take long for Rafael to see that you had a bond with Sonny, just like the bond you had with Nick. Maybe more. Liv told him a few times that being partners when you’re a cop is very special. He understands that, but it doesn’t he likes it when it comes to you.

Few months after Sonny join in, Rafael heard the name Tom again. You must have to Sonny about your boyfriend. Since he didn’t hear that name for months, he assumed that you two had broken up. But apparently not. Meaning that there’s nothing romantic with Carisi, but you still have a boyfriend. So, Rafael tried to forget what you told him and kept trying to convince himself that what he’s feeling for you isn’t love.

More months went by. It was obvious for Rafael that Carisi had a thing for you. He didn’t like it, but there’s nothing he can do. But he kept turning down all of your offers when the squad met up for drinks. He didn’t need that. He didn’t want to know the you outside work.

One day, he showed up to the precinct. No one was nowhere to be find. He spotted a gift wrapped on your desk. Curious, he took a closer look. There was a card. He looked around, still no one. So, he tried to take a look at the card.

“That’s very noisy of you, counselor,” he heard for behind. You. He jumped from the surprise, let go of the card.

“A box on a detective’s desk. Had to be sure it wasn’t a bomb,” he said, trying to keep a straight face. You laughed at his excuse.

“Would love to see your reaction if you saw a bomb,” you said, with a smile on your face. Apparently, you aren’t mad, so that’s good.

“I’d rather not,” he shyly smiled at you. “What would your reaction be?”

“Considering that I’ve been there before, I would keep my calm and do my best to defuse it,” you said before walking to the coffee area. Rafael analyzed your words for a moment before joining you.

“Come again?”

“Spent two years with the bomb squad before joining SVU,” you casually said, handing him the cup of coffee you just poured.

In four years, this was the first personal information you gave him. He almost couldn’t believe it.

“I—I didn’t know,”

“Well, yeah. We never talked about anything else than our cases,”

“True,” he took a sip. “And why would that be? In your opinion,”

“Because you don’t like me,”

You had poured another cup for yourself and walked up straight to your desk after those words. You sat, grabbed the gift to put it aside and started to look at something on your computer. Rafael was stunned for a moment but joined you again. He closed your laptop, and leaned against your desk, right next to you. He had never been this physically close to you before.

“Why in the world would you think that?” He asked.

“We’ve been working together for four years, Barba. Not once, did you show some kind of interest in me. You’re best friends with Liv, you tolerate Amanda, you’re courteous with Fin. Hell, you gave hard time to Sonny for the first year but now you agreed for him to shadow you. But me? I feel like you wish I wasn’t here,”

Rafael stayed silent for a moment, analyzing your words. Indeed, he tried to keep his distance with you, but he never thought it made you feel that way. He felt very bad about himself.

“But hey, no problem, okay? We’ve been able to make it work that way for years, there’s no reasons we can’t keep going,”

“You’re very wrong—about everything, Y/N.”

“Then what is it?” You locked your sweet blue eyes into his. For a moment, he was afraid you may see all the love he has for you in his eyes. What reasonable excuse could he tell you? His mind raced. But thankfully, the rest of the squad came back at that moment.

“Barba, Y/N. Are you interrupting?” Rollins smiled.

“Nope,” Rafael stood up right and followed Liv into her office. You watched him leave. No answer. Again.

The gift was actually from Sonny, but it wasn’t for you. It’s for Tomas, who’s now 13 years old. The father left when you told him you were pregnant (he was a bit older) and never saw him again. You raised Tom by yourself, with the full support of your parents, luckily. Your son showed up his interest in makeup and esthetic about a year ago. You completely support him in his passion, brought him whatever he needed/wanted.

Sonny went shopping with his 16 years old niece Mia during the weekend and she wanted to go to the Sephora. He asked her what he could offer to Tomas.

“Uncle Sonny. Are you trying to seduce the mother by being so nice to the son?” Mia asked with a smirk on her face.

“Okay, first, I wouldn’t need to do that. And second, it’s just that—it’s not easy to be different. I just want him to know that he can count on me,”

“Like you wished you could count on someone when you realized you were bisexual?”

Sonny looked at his niece with wide eyes. He still isn’t out to his family. How could she know? “Last year, I figured that this Sam you talked about wasn’t a she but a he. And--I’m bi, too, Uncle Sonny.”

That’s a lot to process in two minutes, while he is standing in the middle of a makeup store.

“There’s nothing wrong with that…right?” Mia added.

“Oh, of course not, sweetheart!” He immediately answered. “When did you know?”

“I was sure when I fell in love with a girl, a few months ago,” she confessed.

Sonny hugged his niece and kissed her hair. “What’s her name? I’d love to meet her,”

“Joy. And that would be nice. I’m so happy I finally told you,”

“I’ll never judge you. And I’ll always be there for you,”

In the squad, you were the only one Sonny came out to. Which makes the two of you even closer.

After the gift “incident”, you and Rafael didn’t talk again for weeks. To be fair, he was trying to avoid you. He almost confessed his feelings for you and that can’t be happening. After this, Rafael decided to call back a woman he used to see. She’s beautiful, smart, nice and wants the same things he does. Exactly what he needs.

He never wanted to talk about his personal life at work, but one day, you showed up in his office. Rafael was on the phone, his back to the door. He didn’t hear you come in, so he kept making plans with Judith. You listened, and felt your chest tightened.

Before he hung up, Rafael heard the door of his office closing. He turned around; nobody was there but he saw you walking out through the blinds. You had heard and walked away.

When Rafael told you, you were wrong about your assumptions, you thought that maybe he was feeling the same way you did. Turns out, you were wrong.

It was Tom’s 14th birthday. You helped him planned an afternoon party. He told you he invited about 10 friends.

But no one showed up. Your son didn’t feel ashamed about his passion - thanks to you and Sonny, mostly - but apparently, his “friends” didn’t like it.

“Baby, why didn’t you tell me they were bullying you? On Monday I’ll go see your principal,”

“Exactly for this. If you do this, it’s gonna be worse. Maybe I should stop,”

“Stop what? Doing something you like? Not under my watch, T. Those kids are just the reflections of their close-minded parents,”

“Yeah, but at least people show up to their birthday parties,”

It broke your heart to see your son like this. You needed to fix this. You need to see your son happy. All day, every day. You went to the bathroom and called Sonny.

“Sonny, I need you,” you said when he answered. “Short things first, those stupid kids didn’t show up to T’s party. There’s no one here. Can you come? With Mia? And Joy? I’m gonna call Liv, see if she can come with Noah,”

“I’m with Mike right now so he’ll be with me. Call Fin too, we’ll stop by Amanda’s to pick her and Jesse,”

“Okay, that’s great, thanks Sonny,”

“Of course. Tom will remember his 14th birthday I promise. Why don’t you call Barba too?”

“Why in the world would I do that?”

“It would be rude not to. Don’t you think?”

��I guess. I’ll see. Can you be there in about an hour?”

You call Liv and she agreed, same for Fin. But Sonny was right, you had to call Rafael.

“Barba,” he answered.

“Hey, it’s Y/N. Sorry to bother you on Saturday afternoon. Um—if you aren’t busy, what do you think about stopping by my son’s birthday? It’s kinda unfair, but stupid kids didn’t show up. I call everyone, they’re all coming. But hey, don’t feel obligated. You don’t have to if you don’t—“

“Okay,” he answered before you could finish your monologue.

“Okay?” You repeated.

“Yeah. When should I be there? And how old is he?”

“I said an hour to everyone. And if you’re asking his age to buy him a gift, don’t bother. Right now, all he needs is people to be there to celebrate,”

“Y/N, don’t make me argue please. How old is your son?”

“14.”

“Okay, thanks. See you in an hour then. Text me the address, please,”

“See you, Rafael,”

Rafael tried to stay calm and natural in front of Judith, but there were some many things in his head right now. Since he went to the bedroom to answer your call, he lied to the woman he was with, pretending a work emergency to leave.

You have a kid. A teenage kid, actually. A quick count made him realized you gave birth when you were 17. Many things made sense now. He needs confirmation but it seems clear that, this Tom he heard about, is actually your son, and not your boyfriend like he assumed.

How could he not know about this? You’ve been working together for almost five years now. He really kept his distance with you. But somehow, he still fell hard for you.

“Hey Liv, I got a call from Y/N. I’d like to buy a little something for her son, do you have any idea?”

“Well, do you know anything about makeup?”

“I beg your pardon?”

Liv laughed. “Where are you? I can pick you up and we stop by a store to buy him something,”

“Okay, I trust you on that.”

An hour later, everybody was there. You welcomed them as they arrived. “If he doesn’t like it, that’s on Liv,” Rafael joked as he handed you the gift he had for your son.

“Nope. That’s on that sells woman that was clearly hitting on you,” Liv interjected.

“She wasn’t— okay, she was. But not my type,”

“Yeah, and Judith probably wouldn’t like it,”

“I don’t know about that. And she doesn’t need to know anyway,” he smiled.

Tom’s mood improved when he saw Mia and Joy. You and Sonny introduced them months ago and Tomas is crazy about them.

“What happened to your face?” Mia asked and Tom frowned. “No makeup, seriously T?” She added, before taking him by the hand.

“Wait—“ you stopped them before they reached the bedroom. “Tomas, meet Mike and Rafael, first. They are the only ones you haven’t met yet,”

It made sense that Tom hadn’t met Mike yet, since he joined SVU a couple of months ago. But yeah, it stings to Rafael. Five years. And he didn’t know.

“You look like a cop,” he said Mike, “but you don’t,” he then said to Rafael.

“Cause I’m not. I’m an ADA, Assistant Dis—“

“I know what it is,” he cut him. “Thank you for coming,”

“Can we do his makeup now?” Mia called out and the three of them — adding Jesse who wanted to go too — disappeared in the bedroom for a moment.

“Thanks, guys, for showing up this quick. It’s a mess,” you sadly said. “T told me that he’s being bullied at school because he loves makeup, lets his hair grow. Apparently, they are calling him a sissy,” your jaw clenched. Rafael saw the mama bear in you. “He doesn’t want me to interfere. But maybe I should anyway,”

“You’re here for him. We all are, that’s what he needs,” Sonny said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to bring you comfort. Rafael tried to avoid the jealousy in his belly.

Opening gifts arrived fast. Everyone brought him something, mostly makeup stuff. Sonny actually got him an appointment in a famous hair salon in Manhattan. Now that his hair is long enough, Tom mentioned wanting to get a real haircut. Mike listened to Sonny’s advices for his gift.

“This is from Nick,” Liv said as she gave Tom a gift. “He wants you to call later,”

“Mom!! That’s two tickets for California!” Tomas exclaimed before reading the note. “And he’s offering me surfing lessons! When are we going? Before—“

“Soon, my love.” You said before he could finish his sentence.

Then came Rafael’s gift. “You can return it if you don’t like,” he said. But Tom’s face lit up when he saw what it was.

“Mom!!!” He showed you the gift, with a huge grin on his face.

“Wow! You finally got it,” you returned his smile and moved a little to stand by Rafael’s side.

“Thank you so much, Rafael!” Tom stood up and hugged the ADA. Some affection Rafael didn’t expect.

“He’s been bugging me for this palette for weeks. I told him to wait because it’s damn expensive,” you whispered to Rafael.

“It’s okay. I’m glad he likes it,” he just answered.

Tomas was thrilled with all of his gifts. It feels good that with those people, he doesn’t have to hide himself, who he is and what he loves. Later, you noticed that Rafael setback from the others. You stood next to him.

“You’re not mad about the gift, are you?” He asked, before you could say anything.

“A little, to be honest,”

“I can pay for that,”

“I know. I see your clothes every day. But that’s not the point,”

“Then what is the point?”

“For the first five years of his life, I couldn’t buy him things. All the toys he had were gifts from my parents— when I made better money, I spoiled him. For years. And now, he’s a very smart teenage boy but he doesn’t necessarily have the value of money. Which I’m trying to teach him. And you showed up with this hella expensive palette, Nick got him plane tickets and surfing lessons. Even the appointment Sonny got him is expensive. That’s not helping,”

“Great,” he smiled, and you shot him a glare, “you’re not actually mad at me, but more at yourself,”

“Don’t do this. You’re not a parent, Rafael,”

“Indeed,” he took a deep breath, “And how come did I do not know you were one?”

“This will just bring us back to our convo from February, don’t you think? And we both know how it ended,”

“We were interrupted,”

“And you’ve been avoiding me ever since,”

So, you noticed that. You always noticed things. He hates that about you. He intensely looked at you, not knowing what to say exactly.

“But don’t worry, Barba, you won’t have to use force for that anymore,” you gently patted his shoulder and joined the others. “My love, do you mind if I steal your thunder for a moment?” You asked your son.

“Nope. Are you going to tell them?”

You looked at Liv for approval and signed Rafael to come closer, which he did. Everybody waited for you to talk. “I—I’m leaving SVU,” you said. There were gasps, widen eyes and Sonny choked on his beer. “Don’t die yet, Sonny. I haven’t finished,” you paused. “It’s no secret that my father was born in Sweden and move here after he fell in love with my mum,”

That, Rafael did know. You talked about your Swedish origins. “After my mum died, my father moved back there. And he’s been bugging us to come with him and considering I’ve always promised this one,” you said, playing with Austin’s hair, “that we would try to live there for a while, I’m actually taking a sabbatical. And next month, we’re flying to Sweden. But we’ll stop by California first, apparently,”

Only Liv knew. So, it came as a shock to everyone else.

The mood changed after that. They were all happy but also sad to see you and Tom leave. Mostly Sonny. It was very rare to witness a silent Sonny Carisi, but this was it. One by one, people started to leave the party. Mia and Joy took your son to the bowling alley. Rafael wanted to be the last so he could have a talk with you, but apparently, Sonny had the same thing in mind.

Rafael was helping you cleaning up the apartment when you noticed Sonny, on your small balcony. “How long has he been there?” You asked Rafael, who just raised his shoulders, clearly annoyed. You joined Sonny, not knowing that Rafael could hear everything you two were talking about.

“You okay there, Sonshine?” Sonny chuckled.

“A bit stunned, I guess.” He said, not looking at you.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I—I was afraid to tell you,”

“Why?”

“Because of what happened a few months ago. Because I’m scared to leave you. Because—I was afraid to change my mind after I told you,”

He finally looked at you. “I’ll never hold you back, Y/N. You know that? You talk so much about Sweden, so does Tom. I’m not completely surprised,”

“Under different circumstances—“ you said, letting the silence says the rest. Sonny turned to his side, so he was facing you.

“I was okay with being your second choice, Y/N, as long as you chose me. But you’re also leaving to be away from him, aren’t you?”

You nodded. “I don’t want to promise you anything, Sonny. But maybe—after that year away—“

He knew what you meant. Sonny put his hand on your cheek, softly caressing your skin with his thumb. Before he could lean in to kiss you, you both heard the balcony window opening. Rafael was standing there. “Who’s your first choice, Y/N?” He just asked. Sonny loudly sighed and turned his back to the lawyer.

“Not important, Rafael.”

“Por favor— answer me.”

“You, idiot,” Sonny muttered, still looking over Manhattan.

“Can—can you come inside for a moment, please?” Rafael asked.

“Don’t worry, I’m leaving,” Sonny said, and turned around to kiss your forehead, “Don’t make anything stupid. Call me,” he kissed your forehead again and walked past Rafael to leave.

“Great timing, Barba,” you sighed.

“I—I don’t understand,” he struggled to say.

“You may be a smart-ass lawyer but when it comes to relationships, you’re very dumb,”

“How long have you—?”

“Been in love with you? About three years. Somehow, the more you pushed me away, the more it made me fall,”

“I pushed you away only because I was scared. Scared of the things I feel for you,”

“You can’t—you can’t confess your love to me as I’m leaving the States, Rafael. That’s not fair,”

“If I don’t do it now, when am I supposed to do it? Over the phone while you’re in Sweden? Or when you come back and choose Carisi?” He paused. “Did you guys sleep together or something?”

“Definitely none of your business,” you said. “And you had five years. Five fucking years, during which all you did was making me feel like a burden for you,”

“I—I never meant to do that. I’m sorry,”

“It’s too late, Rafael. I’m leaving anyway,”

“I’ll wait for you if you ask me to,”

“I’m not. Just like I won’t ask that to Sonny,”

“Then—what? What do we do?”

“Nothing. I’m leaving with my boy in a few weeks, maybe I’ll come back next year, or maybe I won’t. And everybody goes on with their life,”

“Are you saying that I missed my shot with you?”

“Probably,”

This will be hard to swallow. Rafael probably never will, to be honest. But one thing is sure, he couldn’t miss his last chance to kiss you. He closed the gap between your bodies, and slowly put his hands on each side of your face. Since you weren’t pushing him away, he took it as a permission and leaned in to kiss you. He softly put his lips on yours. Right here, right now, on your balcony, nothing else mattered but you and him.

Things escalated quickly. The kiss got more intense, and you used force to make him step back into your apartment. Still kissing each other, Rafael slid his hands on your butt and your legs, gently squeezing to signal you to jump in his arms, which you did. He pulled away briefly, just to ask you which one was your bedroom.

He laid you down on the bed, clothes quickly fly across the room. This probably wouldn’t change a thing, but Rafael made love to you as if his life depends on it.

Indeed, it didn’t change a thing. Two weeks later, you and Tomas flew to California, spent two weeks there with Nick, before flying to Sweden.

Part two, anyone?

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The Cutest Holland - Sam Holland x Reader

Summary: Sam & Harry have had a deal with each other to not date the other’s friends. However, when Sam meets Harry’s friend y/n, that becomes challenging.

Warnings: a few curse words and just Sam being insanely lovable 🤷‍♀️

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“Wait how many brothers do you have” Y/N asks Harry as she looks up from her phone.

Harry laughs, “it is me, Tom whom you met yesterday, Paddy, and as I was saying, my twin Sam”.

Y/N nods, seemingly surprised. Harry and y/n met a few months ago in passing when he helped her decide on which lens to buy for her Nikon while shopping in a local photography supply store in downtown London.

She was new to the area and to photography so his help was very beneficial but also allowed her to make a new friend in the new country she found herself in.

“Your poor mother” y/n jokes, sipping on her tea in front of the small cafe.

Harry laughs and blushes a little, “hey, she loves us”.

Y/n shakes her head and laughs, “anyways, what was it you were saying about your twin?”.

“Right, before you interrupted me” Harry jokes, teasingly glaring at y/n.

“I was saying that he just started working at a new restaurant in Scotland. That’s where you’re headed in a few weeks right? Glasgow next week then Scotland?” Harry asks, setting his mug down on the outdoor table they’re seated at.

“That’s correct, if you text me the restaurant I’ll see if I can make it fit into my schedule while I’m there and let you know how the food is” Y/N says, moving her hair out of her face as the wind picks up.

Harry chuckles, “I’ll certainly text you but my brother actually makes the food so if it’s good I don’t need to hear that. Now if it is horrible, that I want to know”.

Y/n blushes at her misunderstanding, having assumed Harry’s twin was a waiter instead of cook, and laughs.

“Well hopefully it’s better than your’s then or I don’t think I’ll be going” she teases.

“Hey, you haven’t had my food” Harry pouts.

She smirks, “no but the other day you told me you burnt spaghetti noodles”.

Harry glares, “it was an accident!”

Y/n rolls her eyes “excuses. Speaking of which, what’s your excuse this time as to why you haven’t asked Natalia out yet?”

“Ugh y/n/n I told you, she isn’t into me” Harry whines.

“And I told you that you can’t know that unless you ask her out” she laughs.

“Look who is talking! When was the last time you were seeing anyone?” Harry says, turning the conversation on her.

“I’m traveling too much for that, I’m never in one place long enough” she shrugs, finishing her tea.

“Now look who is making excuses” Harry says, being the one to smirk this time.

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“Okay, I’ll have the edited photos to you in three days” y/n says to the pregnant woman she just finished photographing.

“Wonderful, thank you y/n” she smiles, shaking y/N’s hand and walking away.

Y/n let’s out a sigh, happy to be done with her last shoot in Glasgow and heading to Scotland tomorrow morning.

Y/n places the cap over her camera lens and sits down on the empty grass, not bothering to find a bench. She rests her palms on the grass behind her as she leans back slightly and closes her eyes.

“I probably wouldn’t do that” she hears someone say softly, causing her eyes to open as she looks for the source.

“I think you’ll probably be better off sitting somewhere else. They look wasted and will probably end up hitting you with the frisbee” the voice says, but y/n has yet to find them.

Following the direction of the sound, she tilts her head backwards until she is looking at someone upside down. The young man, maybe a year older than her, laughs and seems to smile at her response.

Y/n looks towards where he was pointing and sighs upon seeing the stumbling men tossing around a frisbee not too far from her. She sighs again and raises her head before getting ready to stand up.

However, before she can, the man has walked over to the grass in front of her and holds his hand out to her to help. She smiles and accepts, letting him help her up.

She dusts herself off before looking at him for the first time- right side up that is-. He looks familiar, but y/n cannot place it.

“I’m Sam, nice to meet you” he says, seeming to think her hesitation has to do with not knowing him.

Sam… Sam… why is that familiar too? She wonders.

“Y/n, nice to meet you” she smiles kindly.

He flashes her a bigger smile, a stunning one at that.

“You’re not from around here” he says, matter of factly.

“I’m not” she blushes, him evidently noticing her foreign accent.

“What brings you here?” he asks, pointing silently towards a bench further from the guys he mentioned earlier but still in the park and around plenty of others as he doesn’t want her to feel uncomfortable.

She follows him as he walks, keeping pace with him, “I’m traveling mostly. I moved to London a few months ago and am still new to the UK so I wanted to see more of it”.

Sam smiles and nods as he thinks of suggestions to give her.

“Wait!” Y/n says, stopping her approach.

Sam turns to face her more as he stops as well.

“Omg you’re his brother” y/n mumbles to herself but it is loud enough for Sam to hear.

Sam frowns and looks down at the ground. He is used to being recognized through being Tom’s brother ever since his brother landed the role of Spider-Man years ago.

It’s not that he’s not incredibly proud of his older brother. He just wishes he could meet someone like y/n who isn’t only talking to him because he’s Tom’s brother.

“You’re Harry’s twin aren’t you?” She giggles, shaking her head at not connecting it earlier.

Sam laughs in relief and nods, sitting down on the bench, y/n following suit.

“I’m such an idiot! All though, to be fair, you two are not identical and he said you were in Scotland “ she defends, blushing.

Sam laughs more, “we’re not, no. And don’t feel bad. Besides, I’m used to people knowing me through my oldest brother instead so this is kinda nice”.

“Tom right?” She asks, removing the camera from her neck and setting it in her lap.

Sam hums in agreement, “anyways, Harry told you about me?”.

“You say that like you’re not brothers, let alone twins” she laughs and Sam blushes and bites his lip.

“Although, I gotta admit, for being twins and him saying he’s the closest to you, he does talk about you the least” she informs him.

Sam pouts, “well that’s rude”.

Y/n laughs and smiles over at him as she rolls her eyes.

Sam is back to smiling in an instant, “what did he tell you?”

“Mostly? Just that you work at a restaurant I should try to go to when I get to Scotland” she shrugs.

Y/n watches him blush and although she doesn’t know why he is blushing, she finds it adorable as it makes his eyes flicker more.

Sam feels his face warm as he realizes Harry hasn’t told the stunning girl in front much about him other than that he can cook.

Sam isn’t sure why that bothers him other than that he is sure Harry knows y/n would be Sam’s type.

While Sam is deep in thought, Y/n looks over his features and notices that while there are certainly some similarities between him and Harry, they are definitely not identical.

While she knows Harry would be offended if he knew, she can’t help but think how Sam is far more attractive than Harry. Harry would be offended not because there’s anything between the two but because it means he wasn’t the more attractive one like he claimed one of the two times he mentioned his twin.

“Well, I can certainly ensure you get a good seat, when are you headed there?” Sam asks, a blush still tinting his cheeks a faded strawberry color.

Sam knows they just met but he feels they are already getting along well, even before they noticed the connection to Harry they both had.

“Tomorrow morning but I’ll be there for 10 days before making a few stops as I head back to London” she says, pulling her phone out to double check the schedule.

Sam peers over the device screen and nods, “well is there any particular day you have free?”.

She shrugs, “Harry only mentioned the restaurant you worked at as places to see there so I was just going to sight see and what-not the first few days to make a list of places I want to go to the remainder of the week, so whenever”.

Sam smiles at her rambling that he cannot help but find adorable. Sam recalls Harry briefly mentioning his latest friend, who he said was a traveling photographer.

Harry had mentioned how friendly y/n was and eager to see new places. However, meeting her in person made that even more clear to Sam.

Sam couldn’t help but smile to himself because he has always been a big traveler but usually would do it spontaneously and many of his friends did not care for that.

However, Harry had mentioned that his new friend chose to move to London after a last minute decision to travel to the area a year prior and fell in love with the area.

Sam didn’t know when talking to Harry that they’d ever actually meet anytime soon. Nor did he know how beautiful she is, but from Harry’s descriptions he knew they’d get along well. He just never knew how true that would be or that he’d feel the way he does upon simply meeting her.

“Well, if you’d like, I can get you a table for about 6 days from now. It is usually less busy then and that will give you time to come up with some ideas and I can see if there are any you are missing from your list you should see while in the area” he offers.

Y/n blushes and thanks him, “that would be great. Do you want my number so you can text me what time I need to be there?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“He didn’t “ Sam laughs, shaking his head at Y/N’s story about Harry admitting to her he burned pasta.

“I never should’ve left him, I knew he couldn’t cook. Mum must’ve been feeding him this whole time” Sam jokes.

Y/n laughs and shrugs, “all I know is I’m never letting him cook for me”.

Sam nods, “certainly don’t want you to get food poisoning so that’s a good plan”.

~~~~~~~~~~

“You’ve been to some of the smallest places I’ve ever heard of but not to Kenya?” Sam asks, clearly in shock.

Y/N shrugs, “no but it is definitely on my bucket list! I want to do the breakfast with giraffes thing”.

Sam smiles as he watches her face light up as she zones out for a moment thinking about her desired trip. Sam meticulously takes notice of the way the corners of her lips curl up ever so slightly and her eyes emit a soft blank stare at the park around them as she thinks about the giraffes.

“Yeah? Kenya is breathtaking, but I’ve not done the giraffe thing either” Sam admits hesitantly as he doesn’t want to interrupt her adorable daydreaming but also wants to ensure they can keep talking.

Harry always had Sam’s back and vice versa. However, Sam felt he should’ve known Harry would do something like this, knowing Sam would be interested in her and therefore telling her to go to his restaurant but not telling Sam she was coming.

Sam and Harry had mutual friends of course but for the most part they ran in different circles and always had a pact to not date the other’s friends out of respect for each other so it wouldn’t become awkward or hurt the other’s friendships.

It was never really a problem or annoyance before. Sure there were some friends of Harry’s that Sam would willingly admit were attractive.

But Y/N was a different story. She isn’t just attractive, she is kind, charming, intelligent, adventurous, outgoing, and all around a fun and uplifting person.

Sam could already tell he was going to struggle to keep his promise to Harry this time as he desperately wants to know y/n more and ask her on a date. Harry probably suspected that would be the case and therefore didn’t tell Sam she would be coming to his restaurant.

However, clearly Harry couldn’t predict that they’d both be in the same park in Glasgow at the same day and time.

Sam had attended a farmer’s market that morning and decided to stay in town for the day and boy was he glad he did.

~~~~~~~~~~

Y/N smoothed out her outfit one last time in the hotel mirror before grabbing her clutch and walking out of her room. She felt nervous for tonight even though it wasn’t a date and Sam would probably not even be able to step out to say hi.

Tonight was the dinner reservation at Sam’s restaurant he made for her and while he said he would be working of course, he’d try to come out and say hello and check in when things slowed in the kitchen.

She and Sam had been talking practically nonstop since meeting days ago in Glasgow. They’d exchanged numbers with the intent of touching base for her dinner reservation information only but after their long conversation in the park, they continued their conversation and getting to know one another through texting and even phone calls instead.

And the day after she got into Scotland they met back up for him to show her around and start working through her list.

Y/N knew she shouldn’t let herself fall for her best friend’s brother, after all that’s asking for trouble. However, as she got to know Sam more she could feel herself slipping and developing a growing crush on him.

Y/N looks up as she hears side conversations around her and notices she’s arrived already, her distracted mind making the walk much faster.

She juts her bottom lip out slightly so she can bite the inside of it better without messing up her lipstick. She strolls over to the employee standing at the reservation counter who is waiting to welcome the next guest.

“Hi” y/n greets, smiling nervously at the young man, probably a few years older than her, in front of her.

He smiles back, “‘ello, here for a reservation?”

She nods, “I am yes. It might be under y/n, but, umm Sam made it so I’m not sure if that’s different”.

“Ahh yes, y/n, right this way love” the young man say, his accent thick as he nods his head in the direction of the indoor dining area.

Y/n blushes, still not having gotten used to the casual way British men call people love. She mentally rolls her eyes at herself as she follows the young man to the area reserved for her.

The man pulls the seat out for her and she thanks him as she takes her seat.

“I’m Maximus, please feel free to take your time looking over the menu. I will return momentarily. Before I go, can I get you something to drink?” He asks, setting a regal looking menu down on the dark table she’s seated at.

“I’m okay with tea please” she smiles kindly and Maximus nods in response.

“Splendid. I will fetch that for you and let Sam know you’ve arrived” he says.

“Oh! No, really that’s okay. He’s busy” y/n says, glancing at the other tables.

It might be the less busy night according to Sam but it is still a popular place it seems.

“Plus I’m early” she says, resting her hands in the menu in front of her in a nervous habit.

She doesn’t want to be an inconvenience and was expecting to have to wait until closer to the reservation time. However, the man led her directly back to her seat despite being nearly a half hour early.

Y/n was not sure how long it would take to walk here tonight nor how busy it would be so she wanted enough time to be there on time but overdid it.

“Not to worry” Maximus smiles, “Sam has requested to be notified when you arrive. I’ll place your order for your tea and let him know while I’m back there”.

Y/n blushes upon hearing this but nods appreciatively.

“Alright, I need one regular tea” Maximus says as he approaches the order window to the kitchen.

The apprentice cook nods rapidly and rushes towards the drink station.

“Oh, and Sam, your girl is here” Maximus smirks.

Sam’s head whips around towards Maximus as he stops what he’s working on and smiles.

“She’s not my girl mate, but thank you. I’ll be out soon” Sam thanks him, a blush forming at Max calling y/n his girl.

“If you say so lad” Maximus laughs and walks away after grabbing the tea from the apprentice cook.

Sam shakes his head and turns his attention back to the dish he was working on so he can finish and go greet y/n.

“Mate you reserved the best table for her on the best night to come in and she’s not your girl?” Sam’s coworker Josh asks as he stirs the soup he is working on presently.

“We just met” Sam defends, his blush a bright contrast to his white uniform.

“So? You don’t want to ask her out? It sure seems you’re interested” Josh rebuts, reaching across Sam’s workstation to grab the salt.

“Of course I’m interested. She’s wonderful” Sam says, smiling to himself as his brain unprovokingly begins to list the personality characteristics he’s already admiring of her’s; the way she will stop mid task to help a stranger, how open minded she is, her drive and work ethic, etc.

“So what then, is she ugly?” Josh laughs, and Sam sets the knife down into he cutting board as he stares at him in disgust.

“No, not in the slightest. She’s” Sam defends y/n, pausing as his brain now lists the physical things he finds attractive; her soft hands, her slanted smirk when she jokes, how her thumb traces her bottom lip when nervous and causing her kissable lips to become even more noticeable, etc.

“Exquisite” Sam finishes, grabbing the knife and resuming chopping the last ingredient for this dish.

“Exquisite?! Mate, why aren’t you asking her out if she’s got you like that” Josh shakes his head in a mocking way.

“She’s mates with Harry” Sam sighs.

He doesn’t have a problem with them being mates in itself. It is just that he selfishly wishes they weren’t so he could tell her how he feels and see if she feels the same way for him.

He knows it isn’t fair to either Harry or y/n to think that way so it pains him to. But he does nevertheless.

“If it we’re me she was mates with, as long as there wasn’t anything between her and me and it wasn’t something that’d hurt her like a drunken kissed or one night stands I would not mind” Josh argues, “maybe you could talk to your brother”.

Sam gently placed the greens on the plate and raises it up to the pickup counter for the server.

“Thanks Mate, I might just do that” Sam says, washing his hands before untying his apron.

As Sam makes his way down the hall to the dining area, he looks towards her table and smiles before biting his lip. He feels short of breath as she looks literally breathtakingly beautiful tonight.

To be fair though, to Sam she’s always remarkable. It’s like he suddenly wholeheartedly understood the song Speechless by Dan + Shay.

However, tonight he notices it even more as it is a stark contrast to himself since he is in his work uniform. Fortunately, tonight he didn’t make a mess on his white clothes and just the apron he left in the kitchen.

He takes a deep breath to clear his head and walks towards her, smiling at her as she notices him approaching.

She smiles back and stands up as he reaches her table.

“Hi!” She greets, her voice raising in pitch at the end of her greeting as it always does when she’s excited.

“‘ello y/n/n, you look radiant” Sam greets, causing an instantaneous red hue to cover her cheeks.

She mumbles a soft thank you as she does whenever he gives her a compliment and she steps to the side of her chair but pauses.

“Darling?” Sam asks in confusion but all it does is cause her to blush more at his nickname for her.

“I don’t know the health code rules or whatever, am I allowed to hug you, or?” She giggles softly, shrugging her shoulders up ever so tenderly.

Sam chuckles and smiles before closing the gap between them as he hugs her, “always”.

Y/n bites her lip and rests her head briefly on his shoulder as she hugs Sam back.

“Thank you for the reservation” she says, sitting back down at the table he booked for her.

“The view is incredible” y/n adds, her eyes temporarily drifting towards the elegant water feature and indoor miniature topiary garden.

Sam suppresses a smile, not wanting to show just how glad he is she liked the seating he fought for her to get, “of course, I’m glad you like it”.

Sam motions to the seat across from her, “do you mind if I sit?”

She smiles and shakes her head no, “please do, I just assumed you’d have to get back to work”.

Sam sighs, “I will in a few minutes but moved my break around so I could come say ‘ello”.

“Sam, you didn’t need to do all of that” y/n says.

“I know, but I wanted to” he assures her, reaching out to grab the menu.

“You haven’t ordered yet?” He asks, looking up at her.

She presses her lips into a tight line and shakes her head softly as she trails her thumb over what remains of her bottom lip.

Sam turns his focus to the menu to look away from her lips, “why not?”.

“I don’t know what to get, it’s all new to me” she whispers, laughing shyly.

Sam looks back up and smiles at her, “tell you what. I’ll make you last night’s special”.

Her eyes widen in surprise, wondering if he is allowed to do that.

“Annnnd, some of the classic leek and potato soup for an appetizer” Sam says, looking up at her.

“You said last night’s special Sam, if it changes daily I’m not sure you’re supposed to tell people to order it the next day” y/n teases.

Sam rubs the back of his neck nervously and shrugs, “well you said you really liked the dish you had from Galenti’s the other day for lunch, this is a similar palate but I think you’ll like it even more since you enjoyed the type of seasonings from the dinner we got yesterday”.

Y/n blushes as she notices how attentive he must’ve been to remember the details of what she likes and doesn’t like.

“You’re not going to get in trouble are you?” She asks, not wanting to put him through any inconvenience as he’s already been more than thoughtful.

“No, it should be fine” Sam says and shrugs because if he’s being honest, he’s not completely sure how it’ll go back in the kitchen.

They do have all the ingredients and he’s sure his boss won’t mind if he cooks it himself. It is a bit more of a process than the other dishes but if Sam cooks it himself which he wants to, it should be fine.

They let family and friends of staff order items not in the menu most of the time so this should be fine. Sam realizes Josh will probably be a pain in the arse but when isn’t he.

Y/n smiles graciously and thanks him for going through the trouble.

“Anytime! The entree will take a little time for me to make, but the soup should help until then. Are you okay with that?” Sam asks, setting the menu back down in case she wants to order different drinks or desserts.

Y/n grins and nods, “of course! Thank you again. Also, you’re making it yourself?”

Sam blushes and curses himself for it as he feels his face warm. “Um, yeah. If that’s okay” he says nervously.

She giggles, “of course it is! You just have done so much to help me enjoy this trip so far I don’t want you to feel you have to”.

Sam smiles and shakes his head, “I really don’t mind, I promise”.

She nods, “okay good because I’m excited to officially have a meal by the infamous Chef Sam. Ooh or is it Chef Holland?” She asks, tapping her chin in question.

Sam covers his mouth to keep his voice down as he laughs and blushes.

“I suppose either is fine” he says between laughs.

“Hmmm… I’ll have to think..” y/n smiles.

Sam opens his mouth to excuse himself so he can get back to the kitchen. “Actually, we’re doing Chef Sam. Chef Holland could be any of your brothers instead, including Harry and I we said I shouldn’t eat anything he makes” she says smirking.

Sam nods and laughs in agreement, “yes, good decision”.

While Sam never asked for her to call him a chef at all, if she’s going to, he’d certainly prefer it to not be a nickname that prompts her to think about his twin brother. Especially when that brother is going to get in the way of his crush as is.

“Sorry, I am keeping you” y/n blushes and looks to the hallway leading to the kitchen.

Sam shakes his head quickly, “no! Don’t be, I love talking with you. I should get back yes, but not because of that”.

She smiles and blushes slightly but the lighting doesn’t allow Sam to notice the slight change in the tint of her cheeks.

“I’ll bring that out as soon as I can” he says, excusing himself to go back to work.

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mate, you’ve fallen hard. You know you’re being paid to simply help prep and do a few workstations here and there? You’re a commis chef mate, and now you’re over here volunteering to make a whole special yourself?” Josh laughs, shaking his head as he places his tray in the sink.

Sam groans as he already feels insecure about the situation. Josh is right, Sam is still a novice and is here to learn and refine his abilities; not to act as the senior chef and make it all himself.

However, he couldn’t help but offer to make her’s himself. He knew he shouldn’t as Harry would probably scold him and say it was an attempt at flirting. And, perhaps he’d be right.

Sam admits he did it in part to hope that she’d like the meal and it might help her like him. I mean girls like guys who can cook right? Sam shakes his head at how ridiculous his thoughts are.

In his defense, he also did it to make her happy overall not just as it relates to himself.

Ignoring Josh, Sam reaches to the top of the drying rack to grab a clean pot to use.

“What if she doesn’t like it” Josh adds and Sam can tell by his tone he’s joking.

However, it still increases Sam’s nerves. It isn’t like Sam hasn’t made full meals himself before because he certainly has.

He isn’t one to brag or even humble brag as one could say, but he knows that people like his cooking. He has used it as an icebreaker before with girls too. However, this wasn’t an icebreaker attempt and he really cares about y/n and therefore cares if she likes it or not.

Maybe he should’ve offered the special from the other day still but begged the senior chef to make it in exchange for staying late a few nights or something. It was too late for that now though.

~~~~~~~~~

“No, Sam. Stop. I’m serious! It was the best meal I’ve ever had. You probably can’t give me the recipe but you have to make it again for me sometime” y/n says, securing her jacket around her as he grabs his keys and phone from his workstation.

Sam’s face is bright red but y/n doesn’t call him out on it, instead just grabbing his hand kindly and squeezing it, “seriously, thank you”.

Sam grins and nods, “like I said, I wanted to. Now, let’s get the custard I promised”.

Y/n nods and notices Sam didn’t pull his hand back as they begin to walk to the entrance. She isn’t sure if she’s supposed to, or should, separate their hands; but she doesn’t want to.

“It’s only roughly a half a kilometer away” Sam explains as they exit the door being held open by Maximus from earlier.

Sam and y/n thank him before continuing their path to the bakery Sam suggested going to after he was off.

“Date night?” The older woman asks as she sets down their desserts.

Y/n and Sam both blush and stumble over their words but Sam is the first to really respond, “oh, no. We’re not together like that!”.

The older woman’s eyes widen and she apologizes before walking away from the two. Y/n bites the inside of her cheek in hopes to both keep herself from frowning and to distract from the emotional pain his statement caused by causing physical pain to focus on instead.

She knows it shouldn’t bother her and she’s not sure why it does. He’s inarguably attractive and charismatic and she knows she might be starting to have a crush on him. But even so, it shouldn’t matter; after all, he’s right.

She slowly lifts her spoon to her mouth as Sam watches her silently.

As soon as the words left his mouth he regretted them.

Yes, they are true but he doesn’t want them to be. And he certainly doesn’t want y/n to think he isn’t interested in pursing a relationship if Harry were to be okay with it. Not that y/n need Harry’s permission but Sam does, …right?

“How is it?” Sam speaks up as y/n lowers her spoon back to her dessert.

“It’s good” she nods, not looking up at him.

Sam feels this tingling sensation in him he knows to be dread/angst as he realizes he may have offended her.

Ever since meeting a few days ago she’s never been this quiet. Sam knows it sounds crazy, after all, she answered him. But just through knowing her a few days, he knows her tells already and knows something is off.

“Y/n, did I do something?” Sam asks, resting his spoon on the table; no longer interested in his dessert.

She shakes her head no and continues to eat her’s in a painstakingly slow manner.

After watching her eat a few slow bites, Sam sighs and gets up from his seat across from her so he can stand next to her instead, “y/n please look at me”.

Y/n looks up at Sam as requested when he grabs her free hand. She sets down the spoon and turns in her stool to face him but doesn’t say anything.

“Was it what I said to our waitress?” he asks.

For some reason hearing him say our in reference to herself and him makes her heart flutter. It is a much drastic difference from how she felt moments ago and realizing that causes her brief elation to lapse.

She silently shrugs her shoulders and Sam’s eyes widen a little. He wasn’t expecting her to admit that.

While it isn’t the same as her admitting she likes him back, it is still flattering.

Before he can say anything, she explains, “I know it wasn’t a date or anything Sam. But the way you so impulsively responded was as if it was the craziest idea in the world. Like as if there were something wrong with someone being on a date with me, or that you found the idea of that person being you so outrageous and offensive”.

Sam swallows hard as a knot forms in his throat, then his chest, his heart, and the tightness eventually spreading to his whole body. He in no way meant it like that.

Sam rapidly shakes his head no as he tries to form the words to explain without breaking his promise to Harry in the process.

“I mean it’s fine to feel that way but you didn’t need to make it obvious” she shrugs, turning back to her dessert.

Sam bites his lip as guilt riddles his body.

“Y/n. I swear it isn’t like that. Darling, I promise that response was anything but impulsive” he says, recalling how hard it was to get himself to utter them against his will.

Sam notices her glance at him from the corner of her eye, showing she’s listening at least.

“I.. I don’t think there would be something wrong with someone going on a date with you. Why wouldn’t they want to do that? You’re wonderful y/n” Sam adds, squeezing her hand he still has a hold of.

“Sam, I said it’s fine, can we please just eat the custard?” she asks, short forced laughter following.

Sam shakes his head even though she cannot see him, “no. I don’t want you thinking I feel that way”.

Y/N pauses and sets her spoon back in her bowl and faces Sam again.

“I- oh hell, here it goes” Sam says, deciding he’d much rather face making Harry mad at him than to see Y/N hurt by something he said.

“It wasn’t an impulse statement, in fact it was very arduous for me to say because I wished it wasn’t true” Sam stares at the wall behind her head, not wanting to know how she is reacting to his confessions he just begun.

“You dating someone isn’t crazy to me. What’s crazy to me is the idea that she could think that me, I, would ever be fortunate enough to be that person who was on a date with you” he adds, his face becoming even more red.

While Sam cannot see it, y/n keeps opening her mouth to try and say something in response but stops each time unsure how to respond.

“Lastly, y/n, the idea of me being the one to date you isn’t outrageous or offensive. It’s so far from that it’s inconceivable to even process you feeling like that could be the case. I didn’t say anything, couldn’t say anything, earlier… but I was so sure it was flagrantly clear how I felt about you, how I still feel about you. I’m so terribly sorry that I made you feel anything different darling. I assure you it was never how I felt nor was it my intention” he concludes.

Sam notices it’s been silent for awhile after his confessions so he reluctantly shifts his focus off the wall and back to the beautiful girl in front of him.

Y/N’s eyes are, not tearful but glassy still, and she is wearing a huge smile that almost distracts from her bright red flushed face.

“Sam… I…” she begins, still in shock.

“Please say something. I know I just dumped a lot on you. But God, please respond because I feel like a complete Div right now” Sam mumbles nervously.

She giggles softly and stands up so they are both standing now, she extends her hand out and reaches back to play with the back of his soft hair before giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“I’m sorry I took it wrong. I just, I didn’t know you felt that way about me. Why didn’t you say anything?” She asks.

Sam takes a shaky breath to compose himself after having the feeling of her lips on his cheek a mere 5 seconds ago.

“Several reasons” he admits, shrugging.

“One, I didn’t know if you liked me back. Especially since it’s only been around a week” he blushes, rubbing his neck shyly.

“Well, I do” y/n whispers and Sam feels his heart completely stop momentarily.

He smiles widely before remembering the other reason he hadn’t said anything; Harry.

Y/n notices Sam’s smile fall from his face and she cocks her head to the side slightly in response.

“I.. the second reason… is that I can’t really ask you out” Sam mumbles.

Y/n scolds herself, she should’ve known Sam wouldn’t be interested in a relationship. Most guys their age aren’t, especially if they’re off living their dream.

While it hurts, it wasn’t as if she could fault him. After all, hadn’t she told Harry days ago she wasn’t looking for anyone because of her traveling?

She nods her head slowly in response but Sam doesn’t seem to notice as he says something under his breath.

Y/n only catches one word, well a name rather; Harry.

“What about Harry?” She asks, finding herself even more confused.

Sam sighs and squeezes his eyes closed and tilts his head backwards, “he and I have had this deal since middle school that because of how close we are, that we wouldn’t date each other’s friends in case something happened. I’ve never broken that”.

“Oh, I see” she whispers and Sam sighs again in frustration.

“Sam, I’m not asking you to break that promise. I would never want to come between you two. It’s fine, really. I’m not mad. We can just pretend this conversation didn’t happen” y/n tries to assure him.

He shakes his head and runs his free hand through his hair.

“No it’s not. I don’t want to do that. I’ve never wanted to break that deal until this week and now I’ve never regretted any decision more” he admits, causing y/n to blush and look down at her feet timidly wondering to herself if she is really worth all of this.

“I’m sorry but would you mind if I stepped outside and called Harry?” Sam asks, opening his eyes to look at y/n as he asks her.

Her eyes widen, “no, of course not Sam. But, I don’t want you guys to fight”.

Sam smiles graciously and squeezes her hand, “we won’t. I just... I need to talk to him and try to get him to come around so I don’t have to break the deal”.

“Wait, what?” Y/n asks breathlessly.

“You didn’t actually think I’d just be over all of this, be over you, just because Harry and I made a deal years ago, did you?” He smirks.

“I already did the hard part of admitting to you how I felt and now that I know how you feel about me, I’m not going to pretend we don’t have feelings for each other. I just need to try and break the news to him before I officially ask you, which I will” he says, stroking the back of her hand calmingly, “I just need to see if he will cave so I don’t technically break the deal”.

Y/n blushes but giggles at Sam’s attempt to get out of the situation he’s in. She nods and smiles softly at him as grabs his phone and excuses himself.

“Hey mate!” Harry cheers as he answers Sam’s call.

“Hey Harry, listen I need to ask you for a favor” Sam says, cutting to the chase.

“Okaaayyy, what’s that?” Harry asks hesitantly.

“So umm. Listen, I’ve met this girl that I like. Like really like mate” Sam starts, knowing if he says her name right away Harry won’t let him speak.

“That’s great Sam! What favor would I be able to offer for that though?” Harry laughs.

“I need you to say it’s okay for me to ask her out” Sam says softly, his gaze drifting back to where she’s seated inside.

“Mate what are you talking about?” Harry laughs.

“Why would you need me to -“ He continues but pauses in realization.

“Sam, is it y/n?” Harry asks , his voice serious.

“Yes but before you say no, please just don’t say no. Hear me out, I really like her. I tried not to honestly. But I can’t help it, she’s unbelievable and incredibly beautiful mate. I know we had a deal not to date each other’s friends and I’ve kept it but right now I’m really regretting it because I’m stuck having to decide if I follow my feelings for her or our deal“ Sam rambles.

“Yeah yeah sure. But Sam, what happens when you do something that hurts her? Or she hurts you? Then what?” Harry groans.

“Harry I assure you I would never do anything I thought could hurt her. She’s too precious for that. And I don’t think she’d do anything to hurt me but if she did, that would be between her and I not you. This doesn’t have to change anything between you two. I mean you don’t like her in that way right?” Sam asks, biting his lip.

“No Sam, not like that. But she’s already become a close friend and I don’t want to see either of you hurt and then have to pick a side” Harry complains.

“Bruv, if that happens, pick her side. She would probably be in the right anyways because I can’t see her doing anything that would cause me to call it. Even if it did, I’m telling you in advance, choose her. You and I will be fine” Sam assured him.

“I would never willingly hurt her” Sam pleads, noticing Harry’s silence.

“I know Sam. I’ve known you our whole lives, I know you wouldn’t. But things happen and you two are both important to me. Have you talked to her? Do you even know if she likes you?” Harry asks.

Before Sam can respond, Harry mutters an apology and says, “I didn’t mean it that way. But this whole conversation is moot if she doesn’t like you back”.

“She does Harry. I can’t explain why or how I managed that, but she does. I don’t want to do this but if you say no, I’m still going to give it a shot” Sam admits and noticed how silent the other side of the phone is once again.

“Not because I don’t value our deal but because as cheesy as it sounds, there’s an intense connection there I need to give a shot. I’d prefer, and I believe y/n would prefer as well, that you be on board with this. But I can’t risk letting this slip away” Sam sighs, coming clean about his plan to still ask her out regardless.

“Alright Mate, I hear what you’re saying. Which is a lot by the way” Harry laughs.

“If this is what you both want, I’m on board. Im happy to hear how you feel about her, I haven’t heard you talk about anyone like that” Harry concludes.

“Thank you! I haven’t felt this way about anyone before. Baz, thank you. Now I can ask her without risking upsetting her when she worries about you, or me being distracted about the deal” Sam smiles, preparing to end the call.

“You’re welcome, but don’t blow it mate and don’t hurt her” Harry demands.

“Never. Thanks again, love you, bye” Sam says, and normally he’d wait for Harry to say goodbye.

However, this time he hangs up immediately and briskly approaches the bakery.

“Hi” y/n says timidly, looking up at him as he reaches the table.

Sam notices her apprehension and squeezes her hand, “he’s okay with it”.

Y/n instantly relaxes and smiles at him happily.

“As I said, I’d be asking either way, but now it’s not bitter sweet” Sam says, blushing as he realizes how corny that sounded.

“Perfect. So, you have a question for me then?” She asks, smiling innocently at Sam.

Sam’s breath hitches momentarily as he takes in the sight around him. The most incredible woman sitting in front of him, awaiting him to ask her out. Sam wonders to himself how exactly did he get into this miraculous situation?

“Y/n, will you please grant me the fortune of going on a dinner date with you tomorrow?” Sam asks, his breath hitching again as he waits for her response.

He’s not sure why he’s so nervous, after all, they already talked about it just moments ago.

“No” y/n says, setting her hands on the table.

Sam attempts to suck in more air to fill his lungs as he realizes that this, this is why he was nervous. He scolds himself for not realizing it was too good to be true.

Before Sam can compose himself to respond in an understanding manner, y/n squeezes his hand as she notices his panic and disappointment.

“We are always doing dinner. How about brunch?” She smirks.

“O-oh I.. yes, absolutely” Sam says in relief.

“Good because I don’t want to have to wait so long to see you” she says, causing Sam to turn bright red.

“I know just the place, it is a bit of a drive but worth it. Are you in?” Sam asks.

“Of course, but umm Sam..” y/n mumbles.

“Yes darling, what is it?” Sam worries.

“So I.. we’ve been meeting in public places rather than you picking me up because it’s a… a safety thing I do where I don’t let guys know where I’m living” she rambles, biting her lip.

Sam waits patiently and attentively as she continues, “or in this case… staying. My point is that I do that even when first dating someone… so it isn’t that I don’t trust you. It’s just a safety measure I always take”.

Y/n scolds herself for feeling guilty for explaining her boundaries but also guilty for feeling she has to justify them when she shouldn’t have to.

As if reading her mind, Sam squeezes her hand, “y/n/n, that’s completely understandable. I’m not offended by that. I hate that you have to do it for your safety but I’m not mad that you’re doing it with me too. You don’t have to explain or try to justify that. There’s nothing to justify”.

She smiles up at him in both gratitude and shock. Normally guys get offended when she tells them to pick her up on a random corner she decided or to just meet at the destination instead.

“Would you prefer to stay local and meet there, or did you want to still do the trip but do separate vehicles? I’m sure we can get you a rental” Sam suggests.

She grins at him, appreciating his effort and understanding.

“Of course I want to do the trip Sam. And I’m okay doing the trip in the same car, but I appreciate the offer. I just was going to see if you’d be okay with picking me up from a neutral location instead of me telling you my hotel” she explains.

“Darling, I’d pick you up from the moon if that’s where you’d prefer” Sam jokes, lightening the mood.

Y/n laughs, “well I can’t afford that kind of trip right now. But a brunch trip sounds like a plan”.

“I think you mean, sounds like a date” Sam smirks.

Y/n rolls her eyes, grabbing his hand as she stands up from the table, “you’re lucky you’re cute”.

“Mm does that mean you find Harry cute?” Sam asks, half jokingly.

Y/n shakes her head as they walk hand-in-hand out of the bakery, “I mean none of you guys are ugly. But no, you’re definitely the cute twin”.

Sam blushes and smirks proudly.

“Wait! Just the cute twin? What about the others?” Sam teases.

“Wow, you’re needy” y/n jokes.

“You’re definitely the cutest Holland” she admits, winking at him.

Sam’s face is bright red but the grin on his face is electrifying.

“Happy?” She jokes.

“Darling, I’ve been happy since we met. Now I’m just smug because I now know you think I’m the cutest” he smirks.

She rolls her eyes and lays her head on his shoulder as they walk.

Sam smiles down at her and untangles their hands in order to wrap his arm around her shoulder instead as the wind picks up.

Running his hand down her shoulder for comfort, he notices how chilly she already is.

“Oh my god, y/n, you’re freezing!” he says, pulling away.

“Sam I’m always cold” y/n laughs.

“Not anymore” he blushes, removing his coat and draping it around her shoulders, over her thin jacket.

“Wow, not cheesy at all” she teases but scoots closer to his chest as he embraces her again.

“I’m allow to be cheesy since I’m the cutest Holland” Sam jokes, smiling down at her.

Y/n giggles and wants to regret saying that to him but his precious blushing and self confidence boost stops her from caring.

Besides, she’ll admit he is not only the best cook. He’s also the best/cutest Holland, and hopefully soon the best boyfriend.

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parkers-gal · 4 years ago

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can u do one where is ag!reader’s birthday party and there’s a lot of celebrities there (like rihanna, beyonce, kylie, doja, megan...) and she introduce tom and the boys too to them? i love your writing 🥺💙

aww🥺

this sucks but i tried lol

wc: 1.8k

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“C’mon, babes!” You pull him into your side. “It’ll be so much fun! And besides, you’re a social butterfly. You’ll fit right in,” you smile with some extra pep, and Tom laughs in response, finally nodding in agreement.

“Alright. But don’t touch your present until it’s time.” “I won’t!” You squeal. “That was one time!”

“One time too many!”

“Fine, fine,” you stand up. “C’mon, take a shower with me.”

Tom raises a brow, “Oh?”

“It’s my birthday,” you smirk, “I can have whatever I want.”

“That indeed, darling,” he’s pulled up by your arms, and the two of you go off to get ready for the party in just a few hours.

Finally, forty minutes later, you’ve dressed and prepared to drive down to the country club you’ve rented out for the party. You don’t normally make such a big deal about your birthday, but because of the success of your recent album, you know everyone would want to rejoice after all the time in quarantine.

Applying your last bit of lip liner, Tom comes strolling in while adjusting his Rolex watch. He reaches for the comb sitting in the top drawer, and you admire how sensual he looks getting ready.

“See something you like, love?”

“Ah ah ah,” You stop him. “I get free access to gawk over your hands. Today is shame-free, baby,” You do the rock ‘n’ roll sign for dramatics, and Tom teasingly rolls his eyes.

“Okay, go sit in the car, love. I need to get your present into the trunk while you aren’t eyeing my hands.”

“Yeah yeah,” You wave him off, and as you leave the bathroom, Tom playfully slaps your ass, sparking a giggle from you.

Afterward, when you finally do arrive, your mom and close friends/choreographers have already made sure the setup was complete. The first few guests to arrive are your closest confidants: Victoria Monet, Tommy Brown, Scootie and Mikey, Tayla Parx, and Courtney Chipolone.

“You look good, girl!” Victoria greets you with a soft hug, her highlight accentuating the beautiful shades of her skin.

“You too!” you reciprocate her excitement.

“And happy birthday,” she holds you at arm’s length before turning to Tom. “Treating the birthday girl well?”

“Of course, of course,” he clasps his hands together and smiles so wide that his eye crinkles show. You smile at that, hand going to the small of his back to pull him closer.

More people arrive, and soon enough the hall is packed and you’ve lost Tom in a crowd of familiar faces. You see him sitting at the bar, engaging in conversation with his brother Sam and Scott, your choreographer. Deciding to make your way over to him, you’re halfway through the bunch of the crowd when Abel stops you to catch up.

“Oh-! Can I be right back?”

He nods with a smile, sipping his cocktail and letting you run off again. Quickly, you make your way to the barstool that seats Tom.

“Hey love,” he greets.

“Hi, baby,” You curl into his side, waving gently to the boys sitting beside him. “C’mon, I want you to meet some people.”

“Welp,” Tom stands, “That’s my cue.” The three of them share a laugh and then he’s linking his hand with yours and letting you take the lead.

“You know The Weeknd, right?”

“What?” Tom stops, and because his hand is linked with yours it stops you too. “No, love, that’s- I’m- you can’t introduce me to him!”

“Why not?” You giggle. “He’s just a person.”

“Yeah, and extremely talented and successful person who my brother happens to obsess over.” You roll your eyes teasingly while beginning to pull him along again. “You’ll be fine, you big baby. Besides, he’s always wanted to meet you.”

“Alright,” he mumbles, still nervous but trusting you. Before long, he’s standing in front of the “After Hours,” singer, shaking his hand and engrossing himself in easy conversation. It flows so well that Tom almost doesn’t remember being nervous to meet him.

“I’m gonna get a refill,” He excuses himself. “It was great to catch up, Y/N/N. And nice meeting you, Tom,” he pats Tom’s shoulder as the two of you wave him goodbye.

Tom lets out a heavy breath, one of relief and pure excitement from having just met another big-time celebrity.

“Look at you, big guy,” you tease, tapping his shoulders in a taunting manner. Tom rolls his eyes and chuckles, catching your hands with his and pulling you to his chest for an almost kiss.

“Shut up,” he mumbles.

“Make me.”

And he does — with his lips. When the two of you separate, you spot a group of girls in the corner and you immediately light up. Tom doesn’t have time to process what’s happening before you’re tugging him along to another side of the room.

“C’mon! There‘re more people I want you to meet!”

“Love! I’m not prepared!” he whisper-shouts. You ignore his pleas and enlargen the circle of familiar friends.

“Girlies!” they squeal as you greet them. “It’s good to see you all! There’s someone I wanna introduce you all to…” You pull Tom along, who’s a blushing, bashful mess of British and messy curls. “Tom, this is Doja, Megan, and Nicki.” You gesture to each one as you say their names. “Guys, this is Tom, my boyfriend.”

“The one you always talk about in the studio?”

“Oh, that one! In all your pictures! He’s the one on your lock screen, right?”

Nicki chuckles from behind her champagne glass, observing the encounter unravel.

“Is that so, darling?” Tom eyes you, and you groan dramatically. “Didn’t know you were so head over heels for me.”

“Oh… hush,” you sass him, and everyone laughs.

“A little birdie told me you had something to do with the makings of Positions…” Nicki teases.

You gasp, feigning shock. “I never should’ve told you that! Ugh,” You groan again, and everyone laughs at your flustered state. “I slipped up one time. One! Time!”

“Feel free to keep slipping up, then,” Tom teases. You lightly slap his upper chest and he giggles, pulling you in to steal another kiss.

“Y/N says you’ve just wrapped filming with Zendaya…?” Doja suggests, and Tom immediately lights up again.

“Oh, yeah! Spider-man three. Actually, I think Daya may be here.”

“She is,” You confirm. “She’s with Jacob and Harry by the pool table.”

“I’m gonna introduce myself,” Doja smiles slyly, and you and Tom share a laugh at her antics. Megan trails after her, champagne glass still in her hands.

“Don’t embarrass me!” She stops to speak to you one last time. “Oh, and happy birthday, Y/N. It was really nice meeting you, Tom,” she waves and Tom returns the gesture.

The two of you are left alone with Nicki, who’s speaking to a man that Tom guesses to be her boyfriend. You pull Tom along again, settling by the snack table to grab a few churros and pretzels.

“So? Whaddya think?”

“Megan had really nice nails,” He says through bites.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he smiles, though his mouth is stuffed. “Super pretty.”

“Well, I’ll make sure to tell her.”

Tom chuckles softly, sipping some bottled water. You watch the way his jawline accentuates and you have to force your eyes away from his soft skin and back to the cinnamon delight in your hands.

“Nicki is literally just like her songs. Like- she talks in the same way. It’s so funny.”

“Yeah,” you lick your lips, mindlessly giving Tom the rest of your churro while he hands you his half-empty water bottle. “She’s such an entertaining person. It’d be fun to get together with her one day.”

“Definitely,” Tom smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Who’s next?”

“I think Kylie and her sister are here.”

“Oh my god,” he swallows. “Is Stormi here?”

“Of course you’d ask that.” You roll your eyes, putting the bottle into the recycling bin and pulling Tom towards a gathering of couches and lounge chairs. When you spot her, Travis Scott is taking pictures for what you assume to be her Instagram. She’s dressed in a skin-tight dress and some elegant heels, and you make a mental note to compliment her later.

“Kylie!” You make yourself known. She lets out a soft “oh!” and stands immediately to hug you. Travis turns his phone off and shakes Tom’s hand while you talk with Kylie. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you! Happy birthday,” She smiles before turning to Tom.

“Hey. I’m Tom. Y/N’s-”

“Boyfriend,” She finishes, shaking his hand. “I’m Kylie.”

When you notice Travis making his way back over to the three of you, you see Stormi in his arms and from your peripheral vision, Tom is bouncing on his feet in excitement.

“Stormi, this is Tom. He wanted to meet you,” Travis whispers softly, setting her down on her feet. She gravitates towards Tom, and the two of them start talking rather passionately about something fun. You chuckle at them, but you can’t help admiring Tom for his skills with kids.

You talk with Kylie about the past few months, and after several minutes, you see Harry and Harrison making their way over to you and Tom.

“And who’s this little lady?” Harrison smiles when Stormi giggles, and he kneels to her level.

“Stormi,” She says softly. Both Harrison and Tom clap and praise the sweet girl for introducing herself all on her own. Tom takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, and Stormi finds comfort on his left leg while playing with his right hand. They discuss which nail polish colors would be best with Tom’s look, and you indulge in Kylie’s newest beauty and skincare products.

Later on, you’re back at the snack table with Tom, and after sufficiently filling up, you offer another suggestion. “Up for meeting Madonna again?”

Tom’s eyes widen and he groans, shaking his head in panic. “No. Absolutely not. Not after what happened last time-”

“Okay, okay, okay,” you say between laughs, grabbing his hand to calm him down. You wrap your arms around his neck and link your hands, leaning against him in a slow-dance position. His hands find the skin of your waist in comfort. The moment doesn’t last long when you notice Tom’s brothers making their way over with a glint in their eyes — you know they want something.

“What do you divs want?” Tom asks, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Well…”

“We heard Nicki Minaj is here,” Harrison interrupts Sam.

“Would you introduce us?” Harry beams in hope. He looks almost nervous, albeit still excited, about asking. Whether that’s because you might say no, or because she’s one of his favorite artists, neither you nor Tom know.

Separating from Tom, you let out a deep and exasperated breath, smiling goodbye and unlinking your hand with his. “Here we go again!” You whisper while the boys pull you along in the direction of the Queen of Rap.

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itsallyscorner · 4 years ago

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Thank you for the request, love!🎄❤️ Hope you don’t mind, I did some changes but it still follows the concept of your request! I hope you like it and happy reading!!❤️ @palna

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The One I’ve Been Missing

This was kinda inspired by Little Mix’s song, “One I’ve Been Missing”, give it a listen :)

Warnings: some angst? Kinda sad for a Christmas fix..but has a some what happy ending. This came out longer than expected..enjoy, I tired:)

(Gif from Pinterest)

The living room was full of smiles and laughter as your family began to create plans for Christmas Day. It was Christmas Eve, and knowing your family, everything was to come together last minute. Though your family didn’t live too far, they had been staying at your place since the weather at your hometown had been absolutely horrible. There had been snow storms that closed down schools, took out power lines, and covered the ground in a thick white blanket of snow.

Your cousins have been arguing about who was going to make the Mac and Cheese this year when your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. You took your phone out and saw that it was Paddy. Paddy was Tom’s younger brother. Even though you and Tom had broken up, your relationship with his family was still strong. You and his brothers had gotten along so well, that they loved you like you were their sister. His parents, Nikki and Dom, have been very supportive of you during the breakup. They were disappointed in Tom for what he did and even apologized for their son’s actions. Though your relationship with their son was undecided at the moment, they always made an effort to call you on holidays or to just say hello once in a while.

You quietly excused yourself and entered the kitchen. Answering the call, you lean on the marble counters of your kitchen. The call goes through and Paddy’s adorable face pops up on your screen. His smile grows into his rosy cheeks when he finally sees you.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas!” He happily screams through the phone. You hear Nikki scold him in the background.

“(Y/n), darling! Merry Christmas!” She smiles while waving at the camera.

“Thank you! You guys look like you’re having a blast over there!” You hear a ton of commotion in the background, which was most likely Tom and his siblings showing off their presents to each other or having some pointless argument.

“We are! Sam’s cooked our lunch and he’s planning on making dinner later today! We’ve already opened presents and everyone’s happy! How are you, love? Are you with your family?” She questioned you as she sat on the couch. You saw Dom beside her, who made a funny face and waved at you. You chuckled waving back.

“I’m doing really good, my family has been staying with me for the last few days, so we’ve been together for about a week now? But everything’s going great! It’s Christmas Eve here and now we’re just waiting till midnight to start passing out presents!” You answer.

“Oh that’s good! I’m glad you got to spend time with your family because I’ve heard the weather there has been harsh! Thankfully Harry made it out before that big storm, if he didn’t he wouldn’t be home for the holidays!” Harry had been in your hometown because Tom was filming a new movie there. The set was only an hour away from where you lived, but you never went to visit. Although, you and Harry would meet up sometimes to have lunch together in the city, Harrison would tag along once in a while as well.

“Harry made it home! That’s good news, I was worrying that they wouldn’t make it back on time for Christmas!” You hear someone talk in the background.

“Is that (y/n)?” A deep voice asks. You recognize it to be Harry’s. Nikki nods and motions at him to say hello. Sam and Harry’s heads pop onto the screen with silly grins.

“(Y/n)! Merry Christmas! You look beautiful!” Sam compliments you with a charming smile.

“Aw thank you Sam! You look handsome!” A light blush forms on the boy’s cheeks. Harry takes the phone and asks, “How’s the weather there? Has the storm died down?”

You glanced out the window and saw nothing but white. The storm had stopped yesterday, but there were some random snowfall here and there.

“Well it’s stopped for now, my backyard is literally nothing but white.” You chuckle as you turn your camera to show your spacious backyard.

“Oh! Isn’t that wonderful, we haven’t gotten much snow here this year.” You hear Dom comment. You turn the camera back to yourself and ask Harry, “How was the flight, Haz? Hope it wasn’t too bumpy.”

Harry hummed, “The plane departed when the storm died down so it was a decent flight. There was some turbulence when we got up in the air but it went by smoothly after.”

“At least you got home safe, that’s all that matters.”

“I’m quite surprised I handled the turbulence well on my own. I was getting anxious when the plane started to shake, but towards the end of the flight it was all good.” Your brows furrowed. It was a known fact that Harry wasn’t that good with turbulence (I made that fact up, he’s probably ok w/ turbulence idk). Since he usually traveled with Tom, he had to board many flights. Tom would be the one to calm his brother down when his anxiousness got the best of him. Which made you concerned because you knew Tom wouldn’t let his younger brother board a plane on his own while a snow storm was happening outside.

“Wait Harry, you were by yourself?” You began to question him. Harry was a grown adult, he’s 21, but it still concerned you.

“Yeah, Tom had to stay back since he had to film more scenes.” Harry answered.

“Oh. Did he at least make it back home before the storm?” You continued. A frown was on the boys lips.

“Nope, he got stuck in (your hometown). I was supposed to still be there with him, but he literally forced me to get on a flight home before Christmas.” Harry shrugged. A pout formed on your own lips at the thought of Tom getting stranded in (your hometown). Also the fact that he was probably alone during the holidays. Sure, you and him weren’t on the best terms, but it was Christmas. No one should be alone on Christmas.

You continued to talk to the Holland family for a few more minutes until they told you they had to go. You bid them all goodbye with kisses and a wave before hanging up. When the call ended, the smile on your face fell. You should’ve been happy. You were spending time with your family and it was Christmas Eve! But some things never change. As always, Tom had crept his way into your thoughts.

The breakup between you two was rough and messy. Though you should have seen it coming. There was a lack of communication on both sides of the relationship. You weren’t being honest with your feelings with him and neither was he. Of course, you understood his job. You knew he would have to travel long distances and be in a different time zone as you, he had to be gone for months, and had to work with some of the most beautiful actresses in the business. But there was something about this certain costar that didn’t sit right with you. You trusted Tom and knew that he would never cheat. You just didn’t trust her. You really tried to like her, even had some conversations with her when you went to visit Tom on set. But the way she would touch his arm whenever she would laugh or look at him the same way you would just made your blood boil. Maybe it was the green eyed monster in you that caused all these emotions, you just couldn’t help it. The green eyed monster had taken over you.

For months while Tom worked on that movie, you had been feeling your lowest. You were insecure about yourself and began to second guess things that occurred in your relationship with Tom. Which was not healthy, but it happens, you know? You hated the way you looked and how your body was shaped. You compared yourself to her even though you knew most of the pictures on her Instagram were very much edited. The more Tom got busy, the less he texted or called. Your relationship felt like it was drifting but you still made an effort. You would text him to ask about his day or to just say a simple “good morning” or “good night”. He never got the chance to reply most of the time, but when he did it would be a short response. It wasn’t like the paragraphs of him going on and on about his day and how great it was. Sometimes he would talk about getting a stunt correctly done in one take or how he would get his lines right the first time. You didn’t think much of the short replies, you usually chalked it up to him just being busy. But then you would see him on Harry or Harrison’s story at some restaurant gathered all together. Then she would also be there, nuzzled up against his side while his arm rested behind her chair. That should’ve been you.

You didn’t want to think that he was cheating on you, but the signs were literally there. You shouldn’t have fallen for them and should have talked it out with Tom instead of focusing on the scenarios that were created in your head. You knew Tom was smarter than that. He wouldn’t cheat on you, he promised you that he wouldn’t break your heart. Then those pictures from the club came out.

They were all over Instagram and Twitter. You had multiple fans tagging you on them and saw them everywhere on your feed. It was as if the world was trying to shove it into your face. The picture was taken at a club, it was the usual group of boys accompanied by some cast members from the movies. You assumed there had been some drinks involved, but Tom looked sober as ever. There were many pictures of them. There were some of them laughing, dancing, and drinking together. You spotted his arm wrapped around her waist or his hand touching her in almost all of them. Finally, there were the pictures of them practically sucking the lips off of each other’s faces. They disgusted you. The way his hands were combed through her hair or how they stroked her cheek reminded you of how he kissed you. You remember feeling sick to your stomach. The pain and the anger blended together as the tears blinded your eyes. It was like a bad dream that you couldn’t wake up from.

You realized you had been staring at your phone for the past 10 to 15 minutes. Tears welled up in your eyes as your memory began to remind you of the scar that Tom had left on your life. You felt the presence of the emptiness in your heart that you thought had healed months ago. You still love him. No matter the bullshit you went through with him, you’ve never loved anyone like Tom. The one you’ve been missing was the only thing that could fix the hollowness in your heart.

“You should invite him.” You jump as your mother makes herself present in the room. You place a hand onto your heart to calm its rapid beating.

“Geez, don’t do that.” You run a hand through your hair as you lean on the counter again. Your arms touch the cold marble, bringing some coolness into your warm body.

“You’ve been gone for about thirty minutes, it’s past twelve. Everyone was worrying about you.” You mother settled herself beside you, instead her back was leaning against the marble.

“You still love him.” She tells you quietly. You’re quick to react and stand up straight, “No I— ow my tongue!”

You whine as your teeth bite down on your tongue, your actions acting before your words.

“I don’t.”

“Really? If you didn’t love him anymore, you wouldn’t be talking to his family still or meeting up with his brothers during the weekend” you mother tilted her head at you, her arms crossed.

You shrugged, “They’re nice people.”

“You know, you should stop avoiding the truth. Denying your feelings and lying to yourself is only going to hurt you even more. I’m your mother, I hate seeing you hurt.” You turned to your mom.

“Don’t you hate him?” You asked her, voice quiet.

Your mother had a look of thought on her face, “Of course, I do, he broke your heart. But I don’t know, there’s just something about that boy.”

She snapped her fingers, “Ah! He reminds me of your dad!”

You raise a brow at her, “Tom reminds you of dad?”

“He does. I remember when we were younger, your dad made the same mistakes. I hated his guts but we crossed paths again somewhere down the road and I gave him a second chance. Now how many years later, we’re married with beautiful children and grandchildren.”

You remain silent as you stare at your phone again. You thought about asking Harry for Tom’s address but you were hesitant.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).” Your mom says with a knowing look. You sigh rubbing the tiredness out your eyes. It had been a long day and you were low on energy.

“He could also be thinking about you right now.” She hummed, starting to make her way out the kitchen.

“How would you know?” You ask her.

“You bit your tongue.” She simply answers before turning the corner. You were alone in the kitchen staring at your phone once again. The debate in your head continuing throughout the night.

~The Next Day~

Your gloved hands gripped onto the steering wheel as you drove through the snowy roads. You were mindful to keep an eye out for any glossy patches to avoid getting into an accident. You turned on the street Harry sent you and peered out your window to look for the number of Tom’s rented house. Harry texted you that the house was a light gray color with black accents and had a 35 nailed to the door. When you spotted the house that matched Harry’s description, you pulled over and put the car in park. You hopped out the car, shivering when the brisk winter air came into contact with your face. Your boots sink into the snow as you trudge your way up to his door.

You get to his doorstep and began to stomp the snow off your boots. Taking a deep breath you brace yourself before you can ring his doorbell.

“It’s Christmas, he shouldn’t be alone on Christmas, this is why you’re doing this.” You mumble to yourself. You started to shake but you weren’t sure if it were your nerves or the cold. It was probably both.

You finger hovered over the doorbell for a moment before you forced yourself to push it. A string of “fucks” began to play over and over in your head like a mantra.

You waited for a few seconds for him to answer but heard nothing. You debated on ringing the bell again but your feet were already turning you away from the door, too scared to face Tom again. You were about to step off his doorstep when you heard footsteps behind the door. The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal Tom, looking disheveled as ever.

His eyes widen when he realizes it was you who rang his bell. His mouth is agape as he tries to form words. The only thing he could muster out is, “(y/n).”

“Hey.” You breath out, taking him in after avoiding him for months straight. You slowly approach him, settling to stand a few feet away from him. His hair had grown out a bit longer and there was a shadow of some facial hair on his face. You noticed that his eyes were a bit dark, almost blank. It was as if the light in his eyes had disappeared.

“What—What are you doing here?” He began to ask. He rushes to add, “Not that I don’t want you here, I’m actually really glad you’re here, but—um. I’m just— hi.” He sighs, shoulders slumping. He eyes you for a second before jumping on his feet.

“How rude of me, do you want to come in? It’s freezing out here.” He moves to the side and opens the door wider so you can walk in. You didn’t want to enter his place but the warmth of the house and the familiar scent of Tom entranced your senses.

You wiped your boots on the doormat and quietly thanked him as you walked into his rented home. You noticed that Love Actually had been playing on the tv while the couch was occupied with a bowl of popcorn and an abandoned Sherpa blanket. You loosen the scarf around your neck and turn to Tom who was already looking at you.

“So, what brings you around? Thought you didn’t want to talk to me ever since what happened.” His voice is strained as he leans against the doorway to the living room.

“Paddy called me on FaceTime yesterday.” You started. Tom sighed, shaking his head at his younger brother. You wave him off, “Don’t worry, I didn’t mind. He actually helped me avoid a family argument about Mac and Cheese.”

Tom was looking down at the floor but you saw his cheeks slightly raise, “Yeah, you never did mind Padd’s eagerness.”

“Well, he’s adorable. Anyway, I ended up talking to Harry and he said that you got stuck here during the blizzard. Also, that you were spending the holidays alone.” You began to explain rocking on the balls of your feet. You turn to his tv, the voices from it murmuring quietly, “So, if you’re done watching Love Actually for the hundredth time, um, you could come over at my place and spend Christmas with my family.”

Tom pushes off the wall and slowly shuffled towards you. His arms are crossed, something he did when he felt nervous or awkward.

“I wouldn’t want to impose, (y/n).” He finally looks up at you, his familiar brown eyes that you missed so much sending comfort into your body.

“Mom insisted.” A hint of a teasing smile played on your chapstick covered lips. No matter the situation between you and Tom, you knew he could never turn down your mother. He adored your mother, he always remembered the time when you first introduced him to her. She welcomed him with open arms and treated him like he were her fifth child.

He lets out a laugh, looking down at himself, “Guess that means I should clean up then?”

He was wearing a grey jumper with black sweatpants. A blue beanie was on his head, the ends of his curls peaking out, and his feet were covered in socks to keep him warm.

“Yeah.” You breathed out, relieved that he agreed to come and you didn’t embarrass yourself.

Tom begins to dust off the couch and moves the popcorn bowl to the coffee table. He sloppily folds the blanket and fluffs the pillows.

“I might take a while, so why don’t you get comfy?” He suggests.

“Sounds good.” You hum and unwrap the scarf from your neck. Tom is by your side at an instant and takes it from your hand. He motions at your jacket causing you to unzip it. He shuffles behind you to help you remove your arms from the sleeves. You turn around to thank him while moving your hair to rest on one side of your shoulder. You catch him staring at you once again.

“What?”

“You just look really beautiful.” He immediately answers. You’re about to respond but Tom begins to talk again, “I—I know I have no place in telling you that, but you just are.”

“Thanks, Tom.” You quietly say. He nods and moves to hang your things on the coat rack. He’s about to head up the stairs but he turns around to look at you again.

“Can we talk after?” His tone is soft, as if he were afraid of breaking the peacefulness between the two of you.

“Yeah. Yeah, we can talk.”

~⏰~

You wait in the living room for Tom to get himself ready. You try to watch the movie but all you can think about was what Tom and you could possibly talk about. You knew it would be about the breakup, but what else was there to discuss?

You heard Tom make his way down the stairs. Your eyes avert themselves to where Tom was coming from. He wore a dress shirt that had white and cream colored stripes going down it, pairing the shirt with dark jeans and dress shoes. His outfit wasn’t too fancy nor casual, it was perfect for Christmas Day with your family.

The smell of his cologne lingered it’s way to your nose. You recognized the smell even months after not seeing Tom. It was the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday. He fell in love with it the moment you gave it to him and had been wearing it ever since. You honestly thought he would switch it up after the breakup, but according to your nose, he hasn’t.

Tom presents himself to you, standing a few feet away from where you were sitting. “How is this? Too much?”

“You’re good, it’s spot on.” You reassure him. Tom hums in approval before settling himself beside you.

This was it. You guys were finally going to talk.

Tom rubs his hands together, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks at you over his shoulder, “It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, hasn’t it?”

“Or talked.” You add with a slight shrug. An awkward silence placed itself upon you two.

Tom was the first to speak, “I was a dick. I still am, but I was a dick back then for all the shit I put you through.”

You hesitate to answer but end up agreeing, “You were a dick. But we were both responsible for what happened.”

Tom shook his head, “No, don’t try to make me feel better. I know what I did was stupid and I should have been honest with you from the start. This was all my fault. I was a horrible boyfriend, everyone made me see that. Including my parents.”

Tom turns his body to face you, “I thought not telling you this would hurt you and I less, but it only made it a hundred times worse.” Your brows bunch together.

“What do you mean?”

“I know when we broke up I said a bunch of bullshit, but I just want to explain myself, please?” His eyes are pleading, almost glossy. You motion for him to continue.

“The thing that happened between me and her was all the studio’s plan. Though I’m not going to lie and say it was all their fault, because I also played a part in it. But that was how it started. They wanted us to put on a show and lead the fans on so it could be used as promo for the movie.” He admitted. Your mouth gapes at his confession. He was probably telling the truth, but it could’ve also been a front.

“And you’re telling me this now? What, did it take you eight months to come up with an excuse for cheating?” You angrily said. “And even if it was for promo, it’s still cheating, Tom! You knew you had a girlfriend when you agreed to go along with their stupid plan!”

Tom sighed frustratedly, rubbing his palms against his face, “I know, I know it sounds made up but I swear to you, (y/n) I’m telling you the truth!”

“Then why didn’t you tell me about it from the start? Did you really think lying was better than telling me the truth? I thought we were supposed to be honest with each other, you literally broke so many promises, Tom!” You stood up, the anger fuming in you growing too much for your body.

Tom stood up as well, “I only lied to you to protect you! I thought it would be better if you thought we were drifting apart than telling you I had to be publicly seen with a girl that’s not you! By the way, I wasn’t the only one who was being dishonest, so were you!”

“No, don’t turn this around on me! I wouldn’t have to had lie about my feelings if you would’ve told me the truth! This was all your fault Tom, you’re the one who agreed to some stupid pr stunt.” Your finger jabbed itself into his chest as you told him off about his doings.

Tom took your jabs as he shamefully looked down at his feet. “You don’t think I know that?”

“I know this was my fault, (y/n).” His tearful eyes lock onto yours. His jaw clenched as he tried to stop his tears from falling.

Your hand comes back to rest at your side, “If you knew it would break us up, then why did you agree to it, Tom?”

“Because it was either actually breaking up with you or agreeing to some stunt that’ll make me seem like some Hollywood hotshot who gets all the women.” He confessed. To Tom, it felt like a weight had been taken off his shoulders. But to you it felt the opposite. All the new information seemed as if it were piling up on you, making you overwhelmed.

“If I chose neither of them, I would’ve been fired from the film and they were planning on blackmailing me, so I chose the second option. I know it wasn’t the best decision, seeing how we are now. But it was the only choice where I would still be with you.” He explains leaning forward to her closer to you. Your arms crossed to form some kind of protection for yourself.

You had just realized that Tom forced himself into a stunt just so he can still be with you. It wasn’t the best option, but he chose the option where the two of you could still be together. You sighed not knowing how to react, it all just seemed like too much.

“I—Tom you can’t just tell me all of this and expect everything to be okay between us.” You run your hand through your hair. Your eyes watering from the frustration.

“I understand why you would keep it from me, but why did you wait so long? You could’ve said that eight months ago and I probably wouldn’t have hated you as much as I do now.” Your nails dig into your skin.

Tom looks up at you, “You hate me?” He croaks out.

Your head tilts at him, “Why wouldn’t I hate you? I hate you—I’m supposed to hate you but I just can’t and I don’t know why. You’re just, you’re you and no matter how many times I try to hate you I just can’t.”

Tom shifts closer, his frame now towering over you. His fingers slightly brush against yours, causing a rush of electricity to shoot through your body.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for everything, I know I should have been honest and told you the truth. I know what I did wrong and I’m sorry.” He gently cups your face to look up at him. You missed the feel of his hands against your skin and couldn’t hold yourself back from nuzzling against his warm palms.

“I still love you so much, (y/n). I never stopped. I just—is it too late for a second chance? I know it’s not going to be the same as when we were together but I’m willing to try again. I promise I will try harder and I’ll be honest, I’ll do everything for you to be mine again. All I want is just another chance.” His thumbs brush against your cheeks. Your hands come up to grip onto his wrists.

“Tom, I don’t know.”

“Please (y/n), it’s been so hard without you. Please I just need you again. I miss you so much, everything’s been going wrong ever since you left and I feel empty. I’m not complete without you.” His voice cracks as he begs for you to give him a chance. You stare at him for a moment and your mother’s voice echos in your head.

“He’s probably stuck here for a reason, (y/n).”

Maybe your mother had a point. Things happen for a reason and maybe this was one of this moments.

Your thumbs stroke the skin of his wrist, “Fine, I’ll give you another chance Tom.”

A look of relief is on his face as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you flush against his chest. You feel his heart beating rapidly against your chest as he shoves his face into your neck.

“Thank you.” He mutters against your skin multiple times. “I promise I won’t screw it up, I’m serious.” He pulls away to make sure you’re looking into his eyes.

“I’m trusting you to keep that promise. You’re only getting one chance, Tom.” You warn him. Tom nods eagerly.

“I know, I know, I’m not going to mess this up I swear. I’m going to prove that you could trust me again, I’ll do anything.”

You smile before pressing a light kiss on his cheek, “Ok, if you’ll do anything, then we better get going. Mom’s probably wondering what’s the hold up.”

“Right. Yeah, um before we go. If you want to talk more about what happened before or have any questions, you could ask me anytime. I just dumped all of this on you unexpectedly and it probably feels like a lot.” He offers.

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

~⏰~

You and Tom arrived at your house to Christmas music blaring from the tv’s speakers and the happy chatter of your family. Your mom spots Tom at the doorway and her face lights up.

“Tom, you came!” She climbs her way through the mass amounts of wrapping paper and your niece and nephews. Tom meets her halfway and helps her remove the wrapping paper that had stuck onto her pants. She pulls him into a hug, which Tom returns immediately.

“Thank you for inviting me.” He smiles as your mom pats his cheek fondly. She waves him off, “Please honey, no one should be alone for Christmas.”

They continue to talk as your mother leads him into the living room. You see him greeting your siblings and cousins, a shy smile on his face as he shakes their hands. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he interacted with your family. It made you feel whole and warm inside, as if the emptiness in your heart was finally recovering.

You were taking off your boots when a shadow fell upon you. You look up to see Tom standing above you. “Need help?”

“No, I almost had it, the knot’s too small for my nails to undo it.” You mutter as your fingers continue to fumble with the knot. Tom kneels in front of you and gently removes your fingers from your boot.

“Let me do it, I know how fussy you get when you mess up your nails.” You smile fondly at him. The fact that he remembered how you hated messing up your nails after getting them done made the butterflies in your stomach erupt.

He gets the knot undone successfully and pulls off your boot. He holds a hand out for you and you take it. You stand up and thank him before glancing at your clothes.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and clean myself up for lunch. I’ll be back.” You place a hand on his shoulder before turning to go up the stairs. You feel his hand grip onto yours, pulling you back.

“I’ll save you a seat beside me?”

You squeeze his hand, “Yeah, I appreciate it.”

He watches you head up the stairs till the moment you turn the corner. He couldn’t believe you were back in his life. You haven’t changed at all in the months you’ve been apart. You were still beautiful and radiant as ever. He was so thankful for whatever gods that allowed him to have a second chance with you. You were all he wanted and he wasn’t going to screw it up like last time.

Your mother had called for everyone to sit at the table and you still weren’t there. Thirty or more minutes had passed since you went upstairs and so far he’s been catching up with your siblings and cousins. He’s also been dragged into playing “race cars” with your nephews and “princesses” with your only niece. Everyone had slowly shuffled into your dinning room but you were still missing. Tom even hung back in the living room for a while to see if you would catch up.

You mother spotted Tom looking back at the stairs as he decided to join your family in the dining room. She approached him and turned him towards the stairs, “Why don’t you go and check on her, tell her lunch is ready.”

Tom nods and climbs up the stairs. He’s been to your home multiple times while you two were together so he wasn’t lost. He found your door and knocked on it.

“I’ll be down in a sec!” He hears you yell from behind the door.

“Your mom said to call you down for lunch and see what’s been taking you so long.” Tom leans against the wall as he wait for you to open the door. The lock clicks and you pull it open. Your hair was in loose curls and there was some light makeup on your face. You weren’t in the jeans and sweater you were in earlier, now you were dressed in a white sweater and grey knee high boots.

“Hey.” He greets you. “You ready?”

“Yeah, I think I am.” You close the door behind yourself and stand across from Tom. He notices a shimmer around your neck. The silver chain with a circle charm hanging from it caught his eyes.

“You still have that?” He points out stepping closer to you. You glance at the necklace, “Of course I do. You gave it to me for my birthday.” Your fingers envelope around the charm, fiddling with it.

“You look stunning.” He says.

“Thanks.” The two of you stand there for a moment before Tom’s stomach grumbled.

“I think we should get going.” You laughed as you hooked your hand with his.

The two of you sat side by side at the table. He was a gentleman as always. He pulled your seat out for you and pushed it in once you were settled. He helped passed the dishes to you and even insisted on placing the food onto your plate. Lunch had gone smoothly, it was only filled with laughs, some catching up, and the stories your parents would tell at the table every year.

Your parents were in the middle of retelling their first Christmas together with your older brother, their first born. Your parents were reminiscing about the pearl ring your father gave her and how much it meant to her. You were listening to your parents when you felt a hand grip onto yours under the table. You glance down to see Tom had placed his hand above yours. His large hand enveloping your smaller ones.

“You alright?” You lean closer to him so only he can hear you. Tom squeezes your hand as a small smile forms on his lips.

“Yeah, I’m just glad to be here. Thank you.” He whispers. Your other hand covers his, your thumb stroking the top of his hand.

“So am I.” For the first time in those months apart, you finally felt like everything was complete again. Sure, you two had many things to work out and discuss. But right now, all you can think about was the man sat beside you. You weren’t missing him anymore, he was right there beside you. He was actually with you. All you wanted for Christmas was the one you’ve been missing and after eight long months of pain and longing, your wish finally came true.

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