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nino-rox · 2 days ago

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PETER PARKER | BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS | M | GENDER NEUTRAL READER

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Mature/Explicit, Gender Neutral Reader, Tom Holland As Spider-Man, Not Proof Read

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(Author’s Note: Requested by Anonymous user. My first time writing headcanons, I’ve barely even read any so I’m sorry if it’s not great ! Please request for more ! )

~What dating Parker feels like on a day to day basis

THE SKYLIGHT CATASTROPHE

One night, there’s a thud loud enough to rattle the walls, followed by an ominous silence. You know exactly what’s happened even before Peter pokes his head through the window, windswept and grinning sheepishly.“So, uh… surprise! You have a new skylight!”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “You broke my roof again?”“Okay, technically, it was already fragile. I just… sped up the process.”

The next morning, you find him on the roof, duct tape and webs in hand, muttering to himself like he’s crafting a masterpiece.“Peter, you’re going to fall.”He waves you off without even looking up. “Relax! You’re being ridiculous. I’m Spider-Man—I won’t fall. Skylights are all the rage anyway. Just think of it as me upgrading your house for free!”

Right as he says it, his foot slips, and he stumbles forward, barely catching himself with a web against the gutter.“SEE? I caught myself!” he says triumphantly, cheeks flushed as he steadies himself.

You stare at him, appalled. “Peter, I’m not worried about you, you blithering idiot. I’m worried about my house! Fall on the road and break your head if you want, but I swear to god, if you break my house again—”

“Noted. No more house-breaking. Promise. Bob the Builder’s retired anyway,” he grins.

WEBBED LAUNDRY

You pull a ruined hoodie out of the wash—bright red, stretched beyond recognition, and sticky with web fluid. Marching into the living room, you hold it up like evidence.“Peter! Why is my hoodie fused with web glue?”

Peter looks up from the couch, cereal bowl in hand, his eyes widening. “Ohhh… yeah, about that…”

You glare, waiting.

“I, uh, might’ve had to yank my suit off super quickly after patrol last night—it was covered in webs—and I didn’t realize it stuck to your hoodie in the laundry pile.”

You narrow your eyes. “You didn’t realize?”

Peter sets the bowl down, flashing a nervous grin. “Look, web fluid is mostly water-soluble! If we wait a day, it’ll dissolve!”

You groan, holding up the ruined fabric. “It better dissolve. Or you’re buying me a new hoodie.”

Peter slides an arm around your waist, grinning. “Or… we could share this one? Exclusive Spider-Merch for my favorite person.”

THE GREAT SPIDER-MAN’S HANDYMAN FAILS

You and Peter finally move in together, which should have been exciting—except unpacking with Spider-Man is a nightmare.“Peter, where’s the box with the kitchen stuff?” you ask, arms crossed.

Peter scratches the back of his head, sheepishly pointing to a corner. “Uh… it’s webbed to the ceiling. I thought it’d save space?”

You sigh. “Okay, fine. But why is there a Spider-Tracer in the toaster?”

He grins nervously. “Security measure?”

Later, you catch him trying to web a shelf together instead of using screws.“PETER!”“What? This is structurally sound!”

THE HOODIE INCIDENT

Peter freezes when he sees you curled up in his hoodie, sleeves hanging past your hands.“You stole it again?”“Finders keepers.”

He steps closer, voice low and teasing. “Looks better on you anyway.”

Before you can respond, he tackles you onto the couch, hovering over you with a grin.“You’re not keeping it.”“Make me.”

MORNING HEATWAVE SNUGGLES

You wake up tangled in Peter’s limbs, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It’s cozy—until you realize he’s a human heater.“Peter. Let me go. I have stuff to do.”

“Five more minutes,” he murmurs, pulling you closer with ridiculous Spider-strength. “Spider-Boyfriend privilege.”

“You smell like sweat and bad decisions.”

Peter chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Want me to make another bad decision?” His lips brush your jaw as his voice drops, teasing. “I can make you sweaty too.”

Heat flares in your cheeks, but you manage to mutter, “You’re impossible.”

His smirk is pure trouble as he rolls you onto your back. “And you love it.”

SWINGING FOR BEGINNERS

The first time Peter suggests swinging with you, you laugh nervously. “No way. I like my life.”“It’s safe! You’ll love it—I promise.”

The moment he scoops you into his arms and leaps off the edge, you scream loud enough to wake half of Queens.“PETER, I SWEAR—”

“You’re fine!” he calls out, laughing as the wind whips past. “Just enjoy the ride!”

You bury your face in his shoulder, heart pounding. “I’m never letting go. Ever.”

Peter grins, holding you tighter. “Good. I wasn’t planning to let you go anyway.”

ROOFTOP MIDNIGHT ESCAPES

Peter swings into your room after patrol, his suit half-off, hair wild from the wind. “C’mon. Let’s go somewhere.”

Before you can finish protesting, he sweeps you into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.“Peter!” you yelp, clutching his shoulders as he shoots a web and leaps into the night.“Trust me, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his grin softening.

The wind whips past, adrenaline rushing through your veins as he swings effortlessly between buildings. When you finally land on a rooftop, he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re not scared, are you?”“Not anymore,” you whisper, and his smirk grows as his lips meet yours, slow and steady, grounding you after the thrill.

POST SWING MOMENTS

After a particularly daring swing where Peter narrowly dodges a billboard, he sets you down on a rooftop, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist.“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice low as his thumb brushes your cheek.“I’m fine, Peter. You can let go now.”

He doesn’t. His grip tightens, and his voice drops to a husky whisper. “You have no idea how hard it is to let you go.”

Your breath catches as his lips brush yours softly at first, then with increasing intensity. His hands slide to your lower back, pulling you closer until the world disappears around you.

“SHH, I’LL MAKE IT WORTH IT.”

Peter returns from patrol late at night, finding you half-asleep on the couch. He crouches down, brushing a kiss to your temple.“You awake?” he whispers.

You mumble something incoherent, only stirring when his lips brush yours again, this time slower, more deliberate.“Shh,” he murmurs, pinning your wrists gently above your head. His grin turns playful as he leans closer. “I’ll make it worth keeping you awake.”

Your heart races as his kisses deepen, trailing down the side of your neck. “You’re impossible,” you manage to say, though the way your breath hitches betrays you.

“And you love it,” he murmurs, his lips pressing firmly against your pulse, his smirk growing when you shiver under his touch.

SHOWER?

Peter comes home sweaty and grimy after patrol, and you shove him toward the shower. Minutes later, his head pokes out, water dripping over his shoulders as he leans lazily against the doorway.“You know… showers are more efficient with two people,” he says, his grin pure trouble.

You roll your eyes, turning back to your book. “Peter, no.”

He steps closer, letting water drip from his still-damp hair onto your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low. “You sure? I could scrub your back… or hold you against the tiles.”

Your cheeks burn, and you push him away half-heartedly, glaring. “Peter—”

He catches your wrist, pulling you to stand, his eyes locked on yours. “What?” he murmurs, tilting his head, his smirk teasing but his touch firm. “You’d look cute all wet.”

“Stop!” you squeak, swatting his chest, but he’s already laughing, pressing a kiss to your temple before finally retreating back to the bathroom.“I’ll leave the door unlocked, just in case,” he teases before disappearing behind the steam.

DATE

Peter had promised to meet you at the café after your shift. You’d been looking forward to it all day—just a simple hour with him, no superheroes, no chaos. But an emergency call from Ned about some escaped tech left you waiting alone, watching the minutes tick by.

When Peter finally arrived, his hair disheveled and guilt written all over his face, you didn’t even need to ask.“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, his voice tinged with desperation. “There was this thing—Ned needed help—and I couldn’t just leave it—”

“It’s fine,” you said sharply, though your tone betrayed your disappointment. “I get it. You have other responsibilities.”

His shoulders slumped. “No, it’s not fine,” he muttered. “I messed up. And I know it’s not the first time.”

You sighed, softening as you saw the guilt etched across his face. “Peter…”

“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, almost pleading. “Just… give me a chance.”

Later that night, he showed up at your window with a bouquet of daisies that looked like they’d survived a tornado and a homemade playlist.“I know it’s not much,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “But these reminded me of you—bright and sweet. And I put all your favorite songs on here, so… I hope it makes up for me being a total idiot.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you took the flowers, pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.

“Lucky you think I’m cute,” he teased, kissing your temple. “I’ll do better next time. Promise.”

TRIVIA NIGHT

Ned had invited you both to trivia night, but no one warned you how competitive Peter could get. It started innocently enough, with Peter rattling off science and history facts like a human encyclopedia. But when the questions shifted to pop culture, his confidence started to falter.

“You’ve never seen Mean Girls?” you asked, incredulous.“Uh, no?” he replied, looking genuinely confused.MJ rolled her eyes. “Peter, how do you even function as a person?”“I fight bad guys!” he defended, flustered. “I don’t have time for… whatever this is!”

As the final round approached, you noticed the way Peter’s brows furrowed, his shoulders tensing like he was about to swing into battle. Leaning over, you cupped his face gently, forcing him to meet your gaze.“Peter,” you said, your voice teasing but warm, “you’re cute when you’re losing.”

His jaw dropped, and before he could protest, you kissed him in front of everyone.

Ned let out a dramatic gasp. “In public? With witnesses?!”MJ snorted. ��That’s disgusting. I’m rooting for you two.”

When you pulled back, Peter’s face was a brilliant shade of red, but the grin he gave you was dazzling.“I don’t even care if I lose now,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss. “This is so worth it.”

HANDMADE

Peter had been acting strange all week—fidgety, distracted, and overly secretive. You were starting to wonder if something was wrong when he showed up at your door with a small, carefully wrapped box and a sheepish grin.

“What’s this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as he practically shoved it into your hands.“Just… open it,” he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Inside was a sleek black flashlight, surprisingly lightweight, with a small engraved spider emblem on the side. You turned it over in your hands, curious.

“It’s not just a flashlight,” Peter said quickly, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, noticed you sometimes leave the light on at night, and I thought… maybe this would help.”

Your chest tightened. He’d picked up on your fear of the dark without you ever telling him outright.

“It’s also kind of… Spider-Man-approved,” he added, gesturing nervously. “There’s a tracker inside, so I’ll always know where you are. And if you press the button three times really fast, it sends an SOS directly to me.”

You stared at him, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it all. “Peter…”“I just want you to feel safe,” he said softly, his brown eyes earnest. “Even when I’m not around. You’re my world, and I want you to have something to remind you that I’m always here for you.”

Your throat felt tight as you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t even know what to say,” you murmured against his shoulder.

“‘Thank you’ works,” he joked, though his voice was thick with emotion.

Pulling back, you met his gaze and smiled. “Thank you, Peter. I love it. And I love you.”

His face lit up, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. “I love you too. Always.”

SPILLING

Peter had always admired how hard you worked. While he juggled Spider-Man and school, you balanced late-night shifts, studying at your rundown public school, and still somehow found time to make him feel like the center of your world. But admiration wasn’t the only thing he felt—sometimes, he felt inadequate.

On the other hand, you often wondered how you ended up with someone like Peter Parker. He was a literal superhero, acing advanced physics while you struggled with Algebra II. You worked part-time jobs just to help keep the lights on at home, and there were days when you felt like you’d drown under the weight of it all.

That tension finally bubbled over one evening. Peter swung by your place unannounced, but his usual warmth was absent. He dropped onto your couch with a sigh, his shoulders slumping.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting beside him.

He shook his head, staring at his hands. “How do you do it?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “Do what?”

“Everything,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “You don’t have superpowers, or Stark tech, or a fancy school helping you out. And you’re still… incredible. You’re better at life than I am, and I’ve got every advantage.”

The words stung—not because of what he said, but because they mirrored your own insecurities.

“What are you trying to say?” you asked, your voice cracking as you braced yourself for what felt inevitable.

Peter hesitated, his jaw working as he tried to find the right words. “You deserve someone who can keep up with you. And I’m not sure I’m enough.”

Your breath hitched, and before you could stop them, tears began streaming down your cheeks. “Wait, are you saying this is over?”

“What? No!” Peter sat up straight, his hands shooting out to reach for yours. “That’s not what I meant! I’m talking about me, not you! I’m the one who’s not enough!”

“You are enough!” The words burst out of you, but the crack in your voice betrayed how deeply his statement had shaken you. “I’m the one who’s not enough, Peter. Look at you! You’re saving lives while I’m just trying to keep the lights on at home.”

Peter’s brows furrowed, guilt flooding his features. “What? No—no, don’t say that.”

“But it’s true,” you whispered, pulling your hands free and wrapping your arms around yourself. “I can barely make it through my shifts without wondering if I’m going to mess something up. And then I see you—perfect Peter Parker, superhero and genius—and I just… I feel so small.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you. Then Peter moved closer, carefully placing his hands on your shoulders. “You’re not small,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

You let out a bitter laugh, wiping your eyes. “I’m not.”

“You are,” Peter insisted, gently tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. “You don’t have powers, but you work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. You care about people. You care about me. And I…” He trailed off, his voice breaking. “I don’t always feel like I deserve that.”

Your breath caught at the raw vulnerability in his words. “You don’t have to be perfect, Peter. You don’t have to save me, or prove anything. I just want you.”

He stared at you, his eyes glistening. “I want you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’m sorry I made you think otherwise. I just… I don’t always know how to keep up with someone like you.”

“We’re both trying to keep up,” you said quietly, leaning forward until your foreheads touched. “And that’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”

Peter nodded, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Together.”

The two of you sat like that for a long time, the weight of your shared insecurities fading, replaced by something stronger—a quiet, unshakable love.

SERIOUS

Peter comes home late—bruised, bleeding, and far too casual about it. You snap.“Do you like scaring me to death?”“It’s just a scratch!” he argues, dropping his mask on the couch.“Peter, you’re not invincible. What happens if one day you don’t come back?”

He pauses, guilt flickering across his face. “I can’t stop being Spider-Man.”“And I can’t stop worrying about you,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

He looks away, fiddling with his web-shooter. “I don’t want to scare you. I’m sorry.”

MAYBE NOT SO SERIOUS?

Later that night, Peter finds you sitting on the fire escape, staring out at the skyline. He hesitates before sitting beside you.“I hate fighting with you,” he says quietly. “You’re the only person who makes all of this feel worth it.”

You exhale slowly, leaning into him. “Then don’t make me feel like I’m losing you.”His arm wraps around you, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ll do everything I can to come home to you. That’s a promise.”

He presses his forehead to yours, and when his lips brush yours, it’s soft and full of unspoken apologies.

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jahayla-parker · 2 years ago

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Hey! Could you do Tom Holland x reader one with #3 from the Autumn prompts list plz 💙 The setting could be that the reader came over to Tom's house when it's pouring rain outside.

Warmth : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 41.k wc fluff fic for the prompt "let’s get you out of these wet clothes". Y/n’s boyfriend cheats on her and her best friend Tom is there to help her through it.

Warnings: mentions of reader’s boyfriend cheating, angst, breakups, confessions, kissing, pining, a few curse words I think.

As y/n walked through the damp streets of Kingston upon Thames, the rain blended with the tears flowing from her puffy eyes.

The streets were sparsely populated, cold, wet, and all around grim at this time of night.

Yet, she continued her lonely journey through them.

She was desperate for solace.

She longed for the consolation only her best friend Tom could provide.

Y/n had been walking for over an hour already tonight.

Her clothing was beyond drenched thanks to the insistent downpour the universe cruelly deemed necessary.

To say the universe was against her might seem dramatic.

However, after the events of today, y/n would beg to differ.

Her day had started out rough but salvageable.

It didn’t stay salvageable though.

First, she overslept.

Then came the burnt bagel and expired cream cheese of breakfast.

On her way out the door, she’d forgotten her phone.

She’d locked her keys in her car accidentally when they had fallen unbeknownst to her during a desperate attempt to rush back inside for her phone.

She wanted to merely crawl back into bed and call in sick.

But she let her optimism get the best of her and decided to stick it out.

Unfortunately, her day didn’t improve.

In fact, things only managed to get worse.

Although she’d made it to work after only a short delay, she got a speeding ticket on her way.

She then had to skip her lunch break to make up for her late arrival.

The one thing she’d held on to was knowing her boyfriend was going to be cooking dinner for them tonight.

She looked forward to the change, usually being the only one cooking or doing any housework.

He’d moved in a few months earlier but quickly took advantage of her already established routines she’d see for herself.

She hadn’t noticed at first that he’d let her do all the work, since she’d been so used to it already.

However, a few weeks ago after her best friend Tom asked her about it, she realized her oversight.

As such, she calmly requested that her boyfriend begin contributing.

Tonight was scheduled to be the first night he came through on that arrangement; having had multiple excuses arise before.

Yet, her night chose to match the rest of her day.

Upon arriving home she discovered there was food made.

Seeing this, she felt small glimmer of glee

That glee quickly turned sour when she noticed the two sets of dishes had both been eaten off of.

As her eyes turned to the bottle of wine and the two wine glasses on her dining room table, she felt the rest of her optimism extinguish.

One of the wine glasses had lipstick on it; and not y/n’s typical shade.

Left with no other choice but to face the inevitable, she dropped her bags and entered her house further in search of her boyfriend and the mystery woman.

Lo and behold, she found them red handed; in an extremely compromising position in y/n’s bedroom.

The argument that followed suit wasn’t much fun either.

But, she felt a twinge of pride upon promptly terminating the relationship and kicking him out of her house then and there.

That pride diminished as shame and dejection soon took over.

She didn’t want to be alone.

Nor did she want to be in this house right not.

While it was her house, it was tainted with the all too fresh sense of betrayal.

She knew there was only one person who she felt safe enough confessing her ex-boyfriend’s indiscretions to.

Her best friend Tom.

So, she’d quickly located her keys and made her way to her car.

However, evidently the universe wasn’t done with her yet.

As, it now just so happened that her car wouldn’t start.

When her keys were locked inside earlier, the lights were running.

But she didn’t worry about the battery as it started up enough to get to and from work.

Yet, that’s seemingly all it has left in it.

And without her ex boyfriend’s car here, she couldn’t jump start it.

So she decided to call Tom and see if he could pick her up.

Only, her phone was dead.

She wanted to scream and give up.

But she couldn’t get herself to go back inside.

Nor could she ignore the strong desire to see Tom.

So, she decided to walk to his house instead.

Even if it was an hour and forty five minute quest.

Hence why she was out on these desolate roads this late at night in pouring rain.

Most people would’ve turned around or not have begun the journey at all.

But Y/n needed to.

She needed Tom.

So, despite her Converse having been soaked through within minutes, she stubbornly didn’t let up.

While she was understandably shivering and would likely be sick, she knew it was worth it.

Only a few more minutes and she’d be at the door of her best friend’s house.

Only a few more blocks and she’d be able to be in Tom’s embrace.

——

Y/n bit her lip and began to wring out her sweater as she waited for Tom to come to the door after she knocked.

“Y/n?! Love, what’s going on?!” He gasped instantly, his eyes sorrowful and concerned.

Y/n’s lip trembled as she attempted to answer, but Tom just shook his head and tenderly pulled her inside.

“Shhh, I’ve got you” He promised, shutting the door behind them.

“Are you hurt?” Tom asked as he held her shoulders and looked her over.

She shrugged, “not physically”.

Tom’s body released some tension momentarily before it snapped back to its alert state.

“Emotionally?” He pressed quietly.

She gave him a weak half smile and looked down at her soppy shoes.

Tom sighed to himself before rubbing her arms, “we’ll fix that. But first, let’s get you out of these wet clothes”.

Y/n looked up and into his sympathetic eyes, “Yeah, sorry… I should-”.

He placed his left pointer finger over her lips, “shh, none of that. I’m glad you’re here”.

She sniffled and that was when Tom truly noticed the red puffiness of her eyes,m; clearly caused by tears and not the rain he hoped accounted for all the wetness on her cheeks.

“I’ve got that jumper you love, the purple one?” Tom said hoping to cheer her up, “let’s get you into that instead?”

She nodded and grabbed his hand as he led her down the hallway.

While he slipped away to get her some new clothes, she stood before the mirror in his bathroom.

When he came back in, he saw the look in her eyes and knew she’d been scrutinizing herself and appearance.

“What did he do?” Tom asked, standing next to her.

“What?” She questioned, not looking at him.

“I’ve never seen you look at yourself that way before Y/n. I’m assuming y/ex/n did or said something idiotic”

She sighed, “Yeah. But I’m just trying to understand why, and maybe -“

Tom cut her off as she stared at her reflection harshly, “mmm mmmm no, we’re not doing that. Whatever he did or said, it’s got nothing to do with you or your looks love”

She turned to him and gave him a soft smile, “Thank you Tommy”.

He nodded, setting the dry clothing down for her.

“I wasn’t sure what kind of trousers you wanted so I bright a few options. I’ll be on the sofa when you’re done” he told her, squeezing her hands.

“Oh,” he stopped in the doorway of bathroom, “icecream?”

She giggled faintly, bringing a smile to Tom’s face, “yes please”

“You’ve got it love” He nodded.

Y/n combed through her damp hair, drying it with the towel Tom left on the counter for her.

She quickly changed into the clothing he’d left her, opting for her favorite hoodie of his and a pair of his drawstring gray sweats.

Fortunately, the thickness of the sweater and jeans she had on earlier were enough to keep her undergarments from being soaked.

They were cold to the touch and perhaps faintly wet but barely noticeable.

She dabbed at the smeared makeup on her face before groaning when it didn’t budge and only smeared more.

Recalling the last time she’d spent the night at Tom’s, she knew she had some makeup wipes in one of his bathroom drawers.

She let out her first sigh of relief as she looked at herself in the mirror

She still looked down but not as pathetic as she did when she first entered the bathroom.

“Thank you Tom, this is so much better” she mumbled, stepping into the hallway.

Tom looked up from the living room at the end of the hallway and smiled at her, standing up as he began to walk to her.

“Are you warm?” He asked, his eyes scanning her again as he neared.

She nodded with a soft appreciative smile and slightly forced laugh, “much warmer, and less of a hideous mess”.

Tom’s eyebrow’s furrowed as he reached her, a pout on his lips, his arms now crossed over his chest.

“Did y/ex/n say that?” He asked, voice dripping with protective venom.

She shook her head, “no, I just saw my reflection”.

She laughed softly as he sent her a slightly irritated glare, “but also, can we not say his name?”

Tom’s gaze softened as he nodded and closed the distance, pulling her in for a warm hug.

She immediately melted into his embrace, her arms wrapped tightly around him to keep him close.

Tom held her back and cradled her head as he rubbed her neck.

She sniffled into his chest, making him wince and frown more.

“I’ve got you love, come on” he whispered, guiding her to the living room slowly.

Tom felt his heart clench as she walked awkwardly with him, refusing to let go of him for even a few seconds.

As he made it to the sofa, he aided her in sitting down beside him.

He still had his arms around her as she sat down and curled into his side.

——

After holding her in silence for several minutes, he gave her cheek a tender squeeze as the doorbell rang, “that’s the ice cream, I’ll be right back”.

“Please don’t let me go” she whispered, Tom’s breath catching as he saw the embarrassed look she gave him over her request.

Tom leaned back into the sofa, moving to cup her face in his hands, “never”.

She sniffled and her gaze silently scanned his face before settling on his eyes, “promise?”

Tom’s left thumb trailed her cheekbone, “I promise y/n. Love, you’re stuck with me, always”.

She curled her lips up softly at him, “thank you. I-I just really need you”.

He nodded, smiling tenderly at her, “you have me y/n/n, you’ve always had me. Just tell me what to do”.

Wiping her eyes she sniffled, “this is enough. This is everything, Tommy. There’s no where else I’d rather be or anyone is rather be with right now, thank you for letting me in”

Tom hummed, pulling her back to his chest, “I’ll always let you in y/n, you never need to question that love”.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you. I showed up unannounced, at an ungodly hour, looking like a drowned sewer rat” she giggled, tracing shapes on his chest beside where she was resting her face.

Tom rolled his eyes, rubbing her back, “you looked just fine love. You’re always beautiful y/n”.

She snuggled closer into him, “see, this is why I needed you, you always make me feel better”.

He smiled to himself proudly, “it’s my job, and I accepted that job with honor and deep responsibility”.

She giggled, still absentmindedly drawing imaginary shapes on his torso, “well, thank you”.

Tom hummed, “love, I have to ask…”

She nodded against him, signaling he could ask whatever was on his mind.

“You’ve made several negative comments about your appearance tonight, that’s not like you” he frowned, “why is that?”.

Y/n sighed, “I’m just questioning a lot about myself tonight”.

Tom paused, looking down and analyzing the way she was clinging to him.

“Love, I know you don’t want me to say his name… but is… your boyfriend… is he the reason?” He asked hesitantly.

She leaned back, looking shyly into his eyes, “he’s not my boyfriend anymore”.

Tom’s eyes widened, “the arsehole wasn’t truly daft enough to end it! Was he?”

Y/n shook her head, making Tom’s eyebrows raise in confusion but he kept his gaze soft.

“So… then, you ended things with the tosser?” Tom asked.

Y/n bit back the desire to giggle at the way Tom’s British vernacular and accent always shown through more when he was emotionally impacted.

Instead, she merely kept eye contact and nodded, waiting to see his reaction.

Tom visibly relaxed, but stroked her cheek as he asked his follow-up inquiry, “can’t say I’m disappointed. You know I’ve always said he didn’t deserve you, I’m glad you see that now. But, what happened?”

She bit her lip and broke eye contact, now nervous to admit what transpired.

She hadn’t had time to process or determine why it had happened.

So now she was worried how it would make her look if she couldn’t keep a boyfriend happy.

It didn’t help that y/n had long ago developed an unrequited crush on Tom.

She elected to push those unspoken feelings aside in the interest of their friendship and tried to move on.

But she didn’t care for the idea that he might understand why y/ex/n seemingly grew bored with her.

Tom watched y/n tenderly as he waited for her to answer.

He could see the hesitation in her eyes as she seemingly debated whether or not to answer.

“‘ey love, why I don’t I get the ice cream and then we can watch y/f/m?” He offered, changing the topic for her comfort.

She nodded, hesitantly sliding out of his arms.

“I’ll be right back ‘ere in a sec’ love” he promised, bending to kiss the top of her head as he stood up.

Y/n bit her lip at the familiar feeling she’d missed.

He would always kiss the top of her head when she wasn’t feeling well.

That is, unless she had a boyfriend; as he didn’t want to overstep or risk her partner suggesting y/n and Tom needed space.

However, she missed the behavior every time she needed comforting.

Feeling it again now only reminded her of that.

It also reminded her that her choosing to give y/ex/n a chance had been the reason she’d gone without the loving action.

Y/n frowned to herself as she regretted her decision to try and move on even more upon realizing that.

She knew it was likely platonic, but it still meant the world to her and made her feel bubbly inside.

Even if it was platonic, she wasn’t sure she ever wanted to give it up again.

Yet, she didn’t know what to do about that since she couldn’t just never date anyone only to be able to have him kiss her head when she wasn’t well.

——

“Woah, sweetheart, what’s with the increased sadness?” Tom frowned, suddenly before her again.

She blinked as she came back to the moment, realizing she was nearly in tears again.

Y/n rubbed her arms in embarrassment and shook her head.

Tom sighed but nodded softly, “okay, come ‘ere though”

Y/n complied and cuddled back into his arms as he held the ice cream tub behind her.

She shivered slightly from the cold of the dessert and Tom promptly draped the blanket from the back of the couch between her body and the ice cream.

“Open” Tom hummed softly, bringing a spooonful of ice cream to her lips.

She looked at the spoon and smiled widely, making Tom’s heart soar, “is that y/f/f?!”

Tom huffed, “‘course love, what else?”

She giggled and cupped his cheek before pulling his face to her shoulder, “thank you Tommy”.

As she released him, he lifted the spoon to her lips, smiling as she accepted the offering with excitement.

——

Tom stared as y/n rested on his chest while they watched y/f/m.

He sensed something, likely whatever happened with y/ex/n, was still bothering her.

But he could tell she was feeling much better than she was earlier tonight.

As he shifted his arms around her, she glanced up and smiled softly at him.

He smiled back before she turned around to watch the movie.

——

“Darling, are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?” Tom questioned, pouting as she glared at her phone.

Y/ex/n had called several times, resulting in her blocking his number and feeling dejected again.

“I… I…. He… he-“ she sighed, peaking up at him with sad eyes.

Tom pulled her to his chest, pressing his lips against her hair as she snuggled into him.

It took her a few moments of silence before she confessed what happened with y/e/n.

“Y/ex/n.. he cheated on me” she admitted, her voice so soft Tom barely heard it.

Yet, he felt his body go rigid with anger at her words.

Tom took a few shallow breaths as he tried to keep his anger at bay so he could focus on comforting her as he knew she needed him.

“Tom?” She questioned faintly, slowly leaning back to look at him.

He saw the look of not only sadness, but… worry in her eyes.

Why was she worried?

“Darling, I-“ he sighed loudly, “I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry y/n-“.

She shook her head, “it’s okay”.

“No, it’s not” Tom grumbled, “you deserved better. You deserve someone who returns your love, not some wanker who acts like that”.

Y/n hummed softly, “I didn’t love him”.

“What?” Tom asked in shock.

She took a deep breath and looked into his eyes as she repeated herself, “I didn’t love y/ex/n”.

“You didn’t?” He questioned.

“No. I don’t know how he felt, he never said he loved me” she shrugged, “but I didn’t love him”.

Tom nodded slowly, still a bit shocked.

“I tried to. I just didn’t feel for him in that way” she admitted.

“It’s not something you can force or control y/n, that’s not your fault” Tom assured her.

She nodded, “but I.. I thought I might be able to at some point. And I though I was enough for him… but-“

Tom shook his head, hoping her face “you are enough. You are more than enough”.

She bit her lip and blinked shyly, “if I was, he wouldn’t have cheated Tom”.

Tom closed his eyes tightly and sighed, “he didn’t cheat because you weren’t enough. He cheated because he was an arsemonger who evidently couldn’t appreciate your value”.

Y/n hummed quietly, Tom’s eyes opening as he watched her, “my value?”

Tom nodded, his breath hitching before he elaborated, “Darling, any bloke should be honored to be chosen by you. You are by far worthy of more than you seem to realize. I know one day you’ll find someone who sees that and wouldn’t ever hurt you”.

Y/n smiled and blinked away some tears as she gazed up at him.

“No, I’m sorry” Tom gasped, wiping her tears.

She shook her head, “they’re happy tears Tommy”.

He sighed in relief and pulled her back to him, his lips lingering on her head as she focused back on the tv.

——

Tom was frozen as he watched y/n suddenly pull away from him and face him with her eyes full of love.

Before he could ask what was on her mind, her lips were on his, her hand on his cheek.

Tom tensed momentarily in shock but quickly relaxed into the kiss, having wanted a moment like this with her for years.

But, as he felt her still damp hair, he recalled the situation they were in.

Her boyfriend ex boyfriend, just cheated on her.

She was far too emotionally vulnerable and confused to be cognizant and intentional on her actions.

He reluctantly pulled away, hand on her shoulder to distance himself.

She opened her eyes and he saw fear, regret, and despair swimming in her irises

As he opened his mouth to explain why he pulled away she covered her face with her hands.

“Oh my god” she gasped, “I’m so sorry Tom. I… I… I shouldn’t have kiss you like that”

Tom tried to embrace her as she tucked her face to her chest, hands still hiding her face from him.

“I can’t believe I did that,” she sighed, hand tugging on her hair, “fuck I’m an idiot. I’m s-sorry”

Tom ignored the pain in his chest over her feeling stupid and regretting the kiss so deeply.

“Y/n” Tom began softly, reaching for one of her hands.

She shook her head, “I-I didn’t-“

He sighed tenderly, “I know you didn’t mean anything by it. You’re dealing with a lot right now. Don’t worry about it y/n/n, we can pretend it didn’t happen”.

She rubbed her hands aggressively down her face before finally lowering them and looking at him for the first time since the kiss.

“I…that’s not… am I not… was it bad?” she whispered.

Tom shook his head, “no, love. I’ve always known the man who wins your heart would be so bloody lucky, that only added more reasons “.

She felt her cheeks warm but sniffled as she stared at him, “then…. Why..? Why did-“

Tom sighed, grabbing her hand in his, “Why did I pull away?”

She nodded, but held up a hand to stop him before he could answer.

“Do you… was it always platonic?” She sighed, feeling embarrassed for having misread the situation.

Tom’s cheeks flushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, “no”.

Y/n wiped her face, stopping as Tom moved his free hand up to take over the action himself.

“But it is by now?” She asked shyly.

“Y/n, I don’t know that you’re in the right place to have this discussion righ now darling” he warned tenderly.

She took a deep breath, “I think now the perfect time because, if I didn’t do it now… I might not have taken the jump”.

Tom sucked in a breath, “what?”

“I’ve tried Tom. Truly, I have. I tried to not feel this way, I mean we’re friends. Best friends. And I love that” she said her voice shaking.

Tom squeezed her hand and stroked her cheek as he listened to her.

“I don’t think I can be just friends with you. Even if you don’t feel the same way anymore. I… I will always see you differently and want to be more” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Tom felt his lips grow into a wide grin and bit his bottom lip to control it.

“Y/n/n,” he began softly.

“I’m not saying we can’t be friends. I don’t want to lose you Tom. I can’t lose you. But, I don’t think I’ll ever not see you as something else, something…”

“More?” He asked for her.

She nodded, opening her eyes to gauge his reaction.

He smiled softly at her and took a deep breath.

“Love, I’m honored to hear you say all of that. But-“ he began.

“But” she sighed, shaking her head and looking away from him in disappointment.

Tom tugged her hand, his other hand tilting her face back to look at him, “please. Please just listen to me”.

She nodded and blinked slowly at him in silence.

“You are everything. Everything. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you” he confessed, stroking her cheekbone.

“I mean, bloody hell love, it hurts me just how much I ache for you. And to watch someone else be with you, especially someone who is idiotic enough to risk losing you, it kills me” Tom admitted, voice wavering .

“I’m so very in love with you y/n. But right now, you need time. Time to heal and move on from what he did. I’ll be here the whole time. And I’ll be here after” he said.

She sniffles, a small smile on her lips, “so, you’re not mad I kissed you?”

Tom chuckled and shook his head, “if I were your boyfriend, I’d pepper you with kisses”.

Y/n bit her lip, “but you don’t want to be my boyfriend..?”

Tom lifted her hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, “you’re not hearing me love. I want to focus on consoling you right now. If you still feel this way about me after… We can talk about us later, okay?”

She smiled, pressing her lips together to keep them from displaying an embarrassingly large grin, “us… I like the sound of that”.

Tom grinned, “as do I darling. But for now, movies and cuddles?”

Y/n nodded, “movies and cuddles”.

He pulled her back to his lap, wrapping his arms around her tightly as she cuddled against his chest.

As Tom began the next movie, Y/n hummed softly, enjoying the warmth Tom instilled in her heart.

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