#greaser tom holland

[ackermancurse]

Stay Gold [2]

Pairing: Greaser!Tom Holland x Greaser!Reader

Word Count: 5720

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, angst, fluff, smoking, light drinking, mentions of sexual harassment (bringing up what happened in chapter 1)

Summary: Diner and dates

A/N: I FINALLY uploaded after a long pause on this story. I kept scratching drafts of this chapter and I think I finally wrote something I’m proud of. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist by leaving me a comment and hopefully soon I can make a system for you guys to leave your @ somewhere to make this easier for me! Don’t forget to leave me all the feedback possible hehe.

ch. 1 || ch. 2

School the next day was very interesting to say the least. Word had gotten around pretty fast that you publicly humiliated Eric Griffin and he had some marks to prove it. A thin strip of athletic tape across his swollen and bruised nose. You went back to school wearing denim jeans and replaced the leather bottoms for your leather jacket, your mom’s leather jacket.

You remember seeing a bunch of pictures with her wearing it all the time and how happy she looked with your dad. High school sweethearts who got married straight out of high school because they were pregnant with Ace and not to mention madly in love with each other. Luckily your dad was on your mom’s parent’s good side so they had their support for a new family to begin. Your mom was the most beautiful woman you’d ever laid eyes on and was just the best mother without a doubt. But you missed her.

In the 6th grade one morning before school you woke up to loud sobs and walked to your parent’s room. Paramedics were placing your mom into a body bag and you stared with wide eyes, in shock. Your dad was crying on the floor of their bedroom as you felt someone pull you away from the scene. Your 19 year old brother, Ace, was carrying you to his bedroom and that’s when it hit you. “No!! I need to say bye to mommy!” You tried to break away from his grip but it was useless, he wasn’t going to let you go and even if you happened to break free you had two other brothers to go through.

You cried in the corner and your brothers comforted you. You heard their own sniffles which causes your head to lift up and wipe each of their tears. You had lost someone immensely important to you and it hurt so much. You had just lost Tom as your best friend a year prior and now your mom? She was 36 and died in her sleep. She was way too young.

So whenever you put on her jacket you felt a strong connection to her. All the girls at school thought your ‘vintage’ jacket was adorable which got on your nerves whenever they asked you what store you got it from. You would bluntly state “It was my mom’s,” and walk away.

As you walked through the halls with confidence, people turned to look at you. Girls whispered to each other, some glared. Guys looked at you up and down. That’s when you passed him. Eric Griffin looked at you with pure anger and disgust. “You know what y/n it’s a shame that you’re a bitch because you’re actually really hot,” he called out as you pass him. You halt and chuckle.

Marching to him you shove him into the lockers he was standing in front of, gripping onto his leather jacket with white knuckles. People gather around and he looks at you with wide eyes. “You know what Eric it’s a shame that you’re a dick but at least it makes up for the one you don’t have. Maybe next time you won’t take advantage of girls because of the clothes they wear. If they say no, it means no you jackass,” you spit and aggressively let go of his jacket, pushing your way through the crowd.

“Okay everybody show’s over!” you hear from a familiar voice behind you but you keep walking down the hall. Feet shuffling quickly followed right after.

You still couldn’t believe you ever liked Eric Griffin. He is the embodiment of a grade A asshole.

“Hey y/n wait up!” you hear from behind you but don’t bother to look back, pissed off because your day has turned to shit. A hand wrapped around your wrist with a tight grip and you were about ready to punch whoever grabbed you. You turn with an icy stare and see him. Tom Holland looked at you with a soft concerned look and you ease at the sight of him. A deep sigh releases from your lips and that’s when he lets go of your wrist, “Let me take you home.”

Tom Holland. Chocolate brown curls and caramel brown eyes. His eyes were one of your favorite things about him. Everyone at school couldn’t dare to look him in the eyes for more than five seconds because they were terrified of him. They were absolutely intimidated by his ‘harsh’ and ‘cold’ glare. You on the other hand, only saw gentle and loving in his stare. You knew the parts of Tom that no one else dared to find out. Well only one other person at school knew those parts and that’s his best friend Harrison.

Every guy tried to match up to Tom’s daunting stature but failed. Regardless of his status, Tom would always have girls melting at his feet. Some he would notice, others were brushed aside, but he never had a connection with that one person that he could say ‘I love you’ to. He never wanted to get too attached to someone and vice versa.

“What the hell, I have nothing to worry about for the rest of the day,” you say and he smiles. “We should at least get some lunch before we head to your place,” Tom brings up an idea as you walk out the back of your school to the student parking lot. That’s when your face lights up, “Are you thinking about eating where I am?” you ask while wiggling your brows. “Donna’s Diner?!” the both of you reply in unison and laugh.

“Wow we haven’t been to Donna’s Diner together since we were like eleven,” Tom remarks as he opens the driver door to his red Thunderbird. You throw your book bag onto the floor and click your seatbelt, “We still were there at the same time just not together though. The past four years I would always see you after football games on Friday nights with your arm around some girl.” His face scrunched up as he smoothly reversed out of his parking spot, hand on the back of your seat and drove out of the parking lot.

“Don’t remind me. Those girls were always begging to sit near me and I finally just threw them a bone so they could get off of my back. All they ever wanted was to hook up to be honest,” Tom explains as he looks into his rear view mirror to switch lanes. He parks his car and hands you change, you look at him with a confused face, “You might wanna call home and let them know they don’t need to pick you up,” he says with a light laugh as he points to the phone booth on the sidewalk. You quickly get out and dial your home phone, waiting for someone to pick up.

“Hello?” Ace answered.

“Ace it’s me y/n I’m just calling to let you know that Tom and I ditched school because I wasn’t having the best day. We’re gonna go to Donna’s for lunch,” you explain and there was a sigh following the long pause.

“Okay but you have to explain to dad why you ditched because I’m not doing it. Have fun and just bring me back some fries,” he replies and you hang up.

“Well that was easy,” Tom chuckled as he puts his turn signal on to get back in the driving lane.

You pulled up to Donna’s Diner and a wave of nostalgia rushed over you. You remember the last time Tom and you were here together. It was the middle of summer of 5th grade. He told you he couldn’t hang out with you as much anymore because he had to take care of his three younger brothers while his mom was at work. He bought you fries and a strawberry milkshake, your favorite. You rode your bike home with tears running down your face because you would no longer get to hang out with your best friend for who knew how long.

Tom opened the door to the diner, bell chiming against the metal frame of the glass door, and it still looked the exact same. You took a seat at a booth and a young waitress about 19 or 20 gave you your menus. As if like clockwork she immediately started flirting with Tom as you sat across from him. Tom cleared his throat and began to order drinks, “I’ll have a chocolate milkshake and she’ll have a strawberry,” he says while directing her attention to you. Nancy stared at you with competition in her eyes and smiled a fake smile, “I’m sorry doll I didn’t see you there.” She writes the drinks on her notepad and walks to the kitchen. You roll your eyes and Tom apologizes that you were being ignored by the server.

“Is that Tom Holland on a date?” you hear an unfamiliar voice from behind you ask and Tom chuckles softly as he stands up to greet the mystery person. “Hey Haz what the hell are you doing here? Thought you had an english test today?” he asks and the boy lets out a loud laugh. “Pssshhhhh it’s Friday I wanted to leave early and who’s the lucky lady who gets to eat lunch with this guy?” the guy questions as Tom sits back in the booth and he takes a seat next to him. His eyes widen at the sight of you and yours do the same.

“Harrison Osterfield?” “Y/n Y/l/n?” you both say in shock, jaws practically on the floor. Harrison Osterfield. Tom Holland’s best friend since birth. Your boyfriend in the 5th grade and your first kiss. To say that he looked good was an understatement because he absolutely peaked after middle school. He was ever so slightly tanner then Tom. Light brown messy gelled hair, piercing blue eyes. and the brightest white smile you’ve seen. Harrison was hot.

“You look… wow… you look amazing,” he states as he moves the fallen curl on his forehead out of his face. You cannot believe how attractive Harrison Osterfield got. You were practically speechless at this point. You cleared your throat and took a deep breath, gaining your confidence, “You look good too Harrison, long time no see.” Harrison smiles and your heart almost leapt out of your chest. “Last time I saw you we were ‘dating’ but never officially broke it off because we were both too nervous to,” he laughs and the waitress comes back placing your milkshake in front of you. You slide the icy glass towards you to take a sip, looking up slightly from the cup and making eye contact with Harrison. His bottom lip slips between his teeth as he smiles at you and you feel a blush form on your cheeks.

You all ordered food, Tom and Harrison both ordered a cheeseburger with fries and you ordered chicken strips and fries. “Isn’t it crazy how us three are back together?” Tom asks and you nod. “Yeah it’s like 5th grade all over again but y/n and I aren’t dragging you on our ‘dates’ because we were awkward around each other,” Harrison states and you practically facepalm. You remember having to force Tom to come with Harrison and you on your dates wherever you went because you were both so awkward. Holding hands was your specialty anywhere you went but when you two finally kissed, oh gosh. Let’s just say first kisses when you’re that young will always be the worst.

The hot food was placed in front of you and you instantly grabbed a fry and dipped it in your milkshake. “Hey y/n can you still tie a cherry stem with your tongue?” Tom asked as he takes a huge bite of his burger, Harrison quirks his brow. “Yeah it’s one of the only party tricks I know how to do,” you say and grab the cherry from your shake. Your tongue fumbles with the stem as you attempt to loop the ends together to form a knot. As you concentrate you notice Harrison staring intently at you and almost lose the knot you made. You push out the newly tied cherry stem with your tongue and hold it in front of you.

Harrison licks his lips slightly and Tom speaks up, “You know what they say, if you can tie a cherry stem with your mouth you’re a good kisser.” You place the knotted stem on your napkin and still feel Harrison’s eyes on you. “Well then guess I’m probably an amazing kisser,” you remark and bite a french fry.

“Well I need to use the restroom and grab my wallet from my car so if you’ll excuse me,” Tom says and Harrison moves out of the booth to let him through. You both sit in silence for a bit as you finish your food. “So uh heard you beat the shit out of Eric Griffin,” he breaks the silence and you laugh lightly. “Yeah, yeah I did. That prick deserved it though,” you state and he nods, “You’re telling me, I hate that guy.”

“Serves him right since he tried to take advantage of me,” you mumble as you push your fries around with another french fry. Harrison tenses up and adjusts in the leather booth seat, “I knew it wasn’t just a gut feeling with Griffin, he really is a little bitch.” Silence. “You don’t deserve a guy like that you know that right?” Harrison asks and you finally meet with his eyes again. You show a small smile and nod. His hands fumble together on the table and he relaxes his muscles, “Uhm hmmm speaking of which I was wondering uh if you would want to go on a date with me? I know you just had a really bad date but I can promise you that I’m not gonna take advantage of you,” Harrison stutters and you almost choke on your milkshake. Did Harrison Osterfield, your first ‘boyfriend’ ask you on a date?

“You know what I would really like that Harrison,” you reassure him with a smile as you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and he lets out a sigh. “Holy shit I swear I thought you were gonna turn me down and I was gonna feel like an idiot,” he jokes and you laugh. That’s when Tom stands at the foot of the table and claps his hands together, “Ready to go home y/n? Just paid for the meal.” You nod and slide out of the booth.

“Go ahead Tom I’ll be right out,” you say and he starts walking to the car. Harrison looks up at you from his seat and you grab the pen from your pocket and write your house address on a white napkin along with your home phone. “Pick me up tomorrow at around 5?” you ask as you hand him the napkin and his face flushed with a shade of pink. “Y-yeah I’ll be there. Wear something comfortable.” You smile as you walk out of the diner and sit in Tom’s car.

“Now what’s that smile all about huh?” he questions as he makes his way back onto the street.

Your bottom lip finds its way between your teeth and you smile, “I may or may not have been asked out on a date by Harrison.” Tom stops at the red light and looks at you shocked, “Harrison?” You nod. “Harrison Osterfield Harrison? The one you used to date back in the day Harrison? Haz?” he interrogates in shock and you laugh. “Yes, yes, and yes.”

The light turns green and Tom presses on the gas pedal, “Well I’ll be damned, it’s like the 5th grade all over again. Just please don’t force me to come with you guys on your dates if this one goes good,” he jokes. “I promise we won’t force you to go on our dates when this date goes good.” you reply with your right hand up, as if you were taking an oath. “Oooooh when the date goes good, putting out into the universe I see,” Tom catches the words you didn’t even recognize that you used. “I didn’t even know I said that but you know what maybe it’s a good thing because it is just Harrison so who knows? Maybe I’ll be Mrs. Osterfield in like 10 years.”

“Woahhhh now let’s not get too ahead of ourselves,” he retorts turning into your driveway. You say thank you to Tom for cheering you up and tell him to call you when he gets home so you know that he got home safely.

Walking into your house all of your brothers stare at you as they play cards at the kitchen table, “Brought you guys fries and you better thank Tom for buying the large bag.” You plop next to Gabe and Harley with a big smile on your face. They immediately open the bag and start eating the fries you promised to bring Ace. You feel all of their eyes on you so you look up and ask what was wrong, “We could be asking you the same thing! What’s with the big smile on your face? Did Tom kiss you?” Harley asked with a mouth full of fries and you stare at them with confusion. “What? Noooo. Remember Harrison Osterfield? My 5th grade boyfriend and one of my best friends from 2nd to 5th grade?” you question and they nod.

“Well I caught up with him today at the diner and let’s just say he got way more attractive after 5th grade and I have a date with him tomorrow,” you say and they look at each other and back to you.

Silence filled the air for a bit until Ace spoke up, “You know I liked him when you guys ‘dated’ because he always gave you a flower on your anniversaries and treated you like a princess so let’s hope he’s still the same.”

That was that. The conversation ended and they continued playing poker. You tapped in for the next round and waited for when you would be added in. As Gabe was dealing cards the phone rang and you rushed to answer it, “Hello?” “Hey just wanted to let you know I made it home but had to stop by Haz’s house before so that’s why it took my longer to call you,” you smile because Tom remembered to call you and you noticed it was about an hour since he dropped you off. “No problem just wanted to make sure you got home safe, see you on Monday Tom,” you say and you can tell he was smiling, “See you on Monday y/n.”

You hang up and sit down back at the table, Harley lighting a cigarette and passing it to you. Smoke fills the dining room and the sound of keys rattling outside tells you that your dad was home from work. Two large boxes of pizza in hand as he struggles to open the door, “Hi dad how was work?” you ask as you grab the boxes and place a kiss on his cheek. “It was alright, the same stuff. How was not going to school?” he questioned and your brothers snickered as you switched the bag of fries to the pizza boxes. You flip them off and smile before turning to your dad, “Dad you don’t understand I was having such a crappy day and Tom just was looking out for me.”

“Hold on did I hear the name right? Tom? As in Tom Holland?” he asked as he placed his work vest and hat on the hook by the door. He grabbed a cold beer from the fridge before sitting down at the table, “Yes you did hear the name right. Tom Holland is now my friend again and a great one at that,” you say before taking a bite of your cheese pizza. “Well I’ll be damned I never thought I’d say this but I’m glad that boy is in your life now, he always made you happy growing up,” your dad expresses and bites into a pepperoni slice.

“Oh but dad guess who she has a date with tomorrow?” Ace asks and you give him a harsh glare. Your dad never really liked you going on dates.

He turns to look at you with a quirked brow and you laugh nervously, “Remember Harrison Osterfield? My 5th grade ‘boyfriend’? Turns out he got really attractive and he’s super sweet and funny.” Your dad’s serious expression turns into a light-hearted one, “I remember that boy he sure did great my baby girl like a princess for her first boyfriend so you have my approval.” Your jaw drops. Did your dad really agree to let you on a date with a boy? This was a miracle. The 5 of you continued to chat about random things as you played poker and ate. This was a normal Friday night for you, hanging out with the best guys on planet earth. At about 1 in the morning you finally tapped out and went to bed because you knew you wanted all the rest you could get for your date the next day.

You woke up the next morning with a big smile on your face because you knew that Harrison would be at your doorstep in a few hours. You look at the time and notice it’s 11 in the morning, he would be here in 6 hours tops. Striding into the kitchen with a smile you grab a box of cereal from the cabinet and pour yourself a bowl. That’s when the phone rang and you rush over to answer, “Hello?” A breath hitched on the other end, “Well good morning beautiful,” the voice states and you blush. “Good morning Harrison, to what do I have the pleasure of speaking to you?” you ask and twirl the spiral phone cord around your index finger. He laughs lightly, “Just wanted to let you know that it was so hard for me to fall asleep last night knowing I was gonna go on a date with you today. You have seriously been on my mind since you left Donna’s,” he states and you blush.

“I could be saying the same for you. My family was also really excited to hear your name again, I thought I was gonna have to sneak out on this date if they didn’t approve,” you joke and can tell he’s smiling on the other end. “Well I’ll let you go, don’t want you to get tired of me too fast,” you laugh, “I don’t think I could ever get tired of you Harrison, see you later.” You hang up. You jump around the room and squeal like a little school girl who just found out their crush liked them back.

At around 3:30 you started to get ready and Harrison did say to dress comfortably so you picked out black wash distressed jeans, a red t-shirt, your leather jacket, and your chucks. You paced around the house as you waited to hear a knock at the front door, your brothers making fun of how nervous you were. “Y/n you’re causing a draft,” Gabe laughs from the couch as he watched football on the TV. That’s when the knock came and you felt your heart leap out of your chest. You take a deep breath, “Well here goes nothing,” you whisper to yourself and feel your brothers piling up behind you.

You open the door and see him with a rose in hand. Harrison looks up from the ground and smiles, “Wow you look incredible,” he states and fumbles with the flower in his hand. You blush, “You look pretty good too,” you balance on the balls of your feet and his free hand scratches the back of his neck nervously. Your brothers all cleared their throats in unison and both of your attention is directed to them, “So bring her back by 10, 11 the latest,” Ace says with his deep booming voice and Harrison nods. “Not a problem, we shouldn’t be out too long but thanks for the heads up just in case. It’s nice seeing you three again, feels like the last time I was here I was probably doing the exact same thing but with my mom in the car,” he jokes which causes your brothers to laugh. “Okay well you two have fun… But not too much fun,” Harley confirms with a raised brow and you pinch the bridge of your nose together. They close the door and you walk down the steps from your house.

Harrison hands you the rose in his hand as you walk side by side to his car on the street. You smile as you smell the flower while looking to face him and he blushes. He rushes ahead to open the passenger door for you and you laugh, “Got to make sure I give you a good time.” Harrison makes his way to the driver’s side and starts the engine, turning on the radio quietly as he makes his way to your mystery date spot.

“So where are we going by the way,” you ask and he quickly faces you as he pauses at a stop sign. His left hand drives while his right rests on the center console, “There’s a place about a half hour from here where it’s half a roller skating rink and half a bowling alley. Thought it might be fun for a first date,” he says quietly with a smile.

You stare at his free hand on the center console and everything in your power is telling you to hold his hand but then there’s a small piece of you that says it’s too soon. Of course you just go with your gut feeling and intertwine your fingers with his. Harrison’s breath hitches at the surprise gesture but he quickly relaxes with a soft grin and his thumb grazes yours lightly.

This felt normal. The two of you weren’t the same awkward kids back in 5th grade. You could stay like this forever. Sure enough after talking and cracking jokes for what seemed like a second you arrived at the place in what Harrison promised, 30 minutes.

You both decided on starting your date with roller skating and Harrison went to the counter to rent your pair of skates. From the corner of your eye you saw a group of girls pointing to your date and whispering to each other. He turned back to you and handed you your skates, taking your free hand in his and the group of girls huffed. You laugh to yourself and Harrison leans next to your ear, “Had to let those girls know I only have eyes for one girl.” You sit at a wooden bench and tie your skates on and struggle to stand up. With your determination and strong will power you find balance and are able to slowly make your way to the rink.

Loads of people were skating in circles on the wood floor and you turn to see Harrison struggling to get onto the surface, you laugh. You grab ahold of his hands and he smiles, “I should have probably told you I’m not the best at skating.” He attempts to skate by himself and almost trips before you are able to get a grip on him, “Looks like I’m falling for you already,” Harrison jokes as he holds tightly onto you.

The two of you skate hand in hand and steal looks from the other when they’re not looking. At one point Harrison pulls you aside and just looks into your eyes, “I cannot believe how lucky I am right now. And to think we dated in 5th grade and at never thought this would happen again.”

An hour passed and the two of you decided to eat some food, a small pizza was ordered and you each had 3 slices. Guys stopped to look at you while girls stopped to look at Harrison and looks of disappointment when they saw the other covered their face. At around 7:30 you agreed on bowling for a bit, “Get ready to get your ass kicked because Tom and me come here all the time,” Harrison states and grabs a 9 pound white ball. “Oh you wish Haz, I beat my older brothers all the time when we go bowling at Randy’s Bowling Alley,” you grab a 7 pound red ball. Lane 5 was your assigned place and you write your name on the scoresheet with the pencil.

It was the last frame, you were winning by 10 and Harrison looked defeated, “You weren’t kidding when you said you were good. I think I finally met my match.” He grabbed his ball and lined up to the pins, he tossed the heavy weight ball and it hit all but one pin on the right, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” You laugh and write his score and wait to see if he would hit the lonely pin. Harrison gets into position again but this time he totally gutter balled his ball and fell to the floor. You run over to lift him up with a smile, “What can I say Haz? I’m just a natural.”

Harrison stands towering over you as you look up to him, he licks his lips and places his hands on your waist. This was it. He was going to kiss you. But something within him told him to not kiss you here, not now. He placed a kiss on your cheek and backed away to his seat. You were teased.

At the end it was about 9 when Harrison thought it would be a good idea to buy ice cream before taking you home. You shared a banana split and called it a night.

On your way home you found yourselves in the same position from when you got to your date, holding hands and smiling. It was exactly 10 at night when Harrison turned the engine of his car off and sighed, “That was the best date that I’ve had in a while and I really hope this made up for that shifty one you had on Thursday.” You look at him and could still see the blue in his eyes despite how dark it was outside, “It doesn’t even compare to Thursday.” You grab your rose and open the passenger door to which Harrison quickly hops out of the car to help you get out. You grab ahold of his hand that he left open for you to grasp. Harrison stops at the base of the stairs that lead up to your house and faces you, “I had such a good time tonight y/n and I hope that this could possibly lead to a second date?”

“This could definitely lead to a second date Harrison. All of this felt normal with you and I want to see where this goes,” you say while posting between the two of you. The cold autumn air sends a chill over you and you kick the gravel on the ground nervously. Harrison takes a step closer to you and tilts your head up, “I wanted to kiss you at the bowling alley but something told me to leave it for here,” he mentions and you grin. He finally closes the space by bending down to reach you and his hands find their way back to your hips. You place your arms around his neck to bring him closer, your hand still holding the rose, and he humphs in the kiss. You taste the cherry coke on his mouth from earlier and melt at how soft his lips were. This felt very normal. This was way better than your first kiss back in the 5th grade. Your lips move in sync and you feel Harrison smile slightly. The tip of your nose grazed his which causes you to pull back and snicker, foreheads leaning against each other.

“Woah… That tied cherry stem doesn’t lie, if anything it’s an understatement because you are one hell of an amazing kisser,” he whispers as you feel his breath on your lips. You laugh and stare into his piercing blue eyes, “This definitely was better than the first time,” you assured which causes Harrison to chuckle and place a quick peck on your lips. “I could get used to this honestly,” he admits and you nod while biting down on your bottom lip. You hold his face gently in your hands and could see his pupils were dilated while looking at you. You can’t help but smile and kiss him again.

Harrison continues to walk you up to your front door and beams at you, “Well I will see you at school on Monday beautiful.” You blush and fidget your fingers together, “And I cannot wait to see you at school on Monday Haz.” He stuffs his hands in his pocket and starts to walk away as you open the front door but turns back, “One for the road?” You giggle at his request but comply instantly, placing a soft but passionate kiss on his lips and he sighs in awe. “That’s a keeper,” he says aloud and turns back to walk to his car. You wait for him to leave from the door and he honks twice letting you know he’s saying goodbye.

You close the door and have a smile that consumes your face. “Soooo how was your date?” Gabe asks as he pours himself a glass of juice from the fridge. You jump at his voice and your eyes widen, “How much of that did you hear and or see?” you quickly question. He chuckles as he places the carton back on the self in the fridge and takes a sip, “Let’s just saw I saw Harrison take one for the road.” You feel your face get hot and watch Gabe smirk while he walks back to his room. Harrison Osterfield had you around his finger after one date and you couldn’t wait to for Monday.

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rev my heart | tom holland smut

summary: harrison made it clear that his greasers were off limits but he never mention tom being in that equation.

word count: 16.1K

pairing: greaser!tom x osterfield!reader

warnings: 18+!! please don’t interact/read if you are a minor. female and male receiving. fingering, blow job, eating out, car sex, dirty talk and riding. swearing. plus, typos

a/n: here it is guys. like u to meet greaser!tom. i’m lowkey scared to publish this bc i’m a new holland blog and this is my first piece of fiction that has over 15K words. when writing this i was listening to a lot of bon jovi! i mostly listen to sercet love song by little mix. um, what else?? tom’s character is fictional, and based on two characters from the outsiders; pony boy and dally. plus this is like my first advance smut piece so yeh!!!

The early morning light belaboured the simple earthy hued cover, fluttering the pages in the book with it’s breeze whilst you made the morning brew. The radiances of the sunrise outed the outline of the diner, creating a peaceful place where folks old and young could spend an hour or two being oblivious to their struggles. You saw many compainers, rich men running from their debts. Poor men using every ounce of their change for a fresh brew of coffee to start another day of misfortune.

Tom licked his lips, savouring your beauty into his mind. He cracked a smile, swirling around in his chair, seeking an answer. He crashed his palms onto the counter, before smuggling a small laugh off his lips. “As many times as you like, princess.”

Rolling your eyes at his flirtatious tactics, trying hard to not show the excitement he controlled with a simple wink or syllable. You dispense his longing need with a quick access to glance at your cleavage, knowing full well of his desires. “This is the last time, Tommy.”

Rolling your eyes at his flirtatious tactics, trying hard to not show the excitement he controlled with a simple wink or syllable. You dispense his longing need with a quick access to glance at your cleavage, knowing full well of his desires. “This is the last time, Tommy.”

“You say that every morning for a year, doll. And, everytime we have the same conversation. Starting to wander if that dream of yours is turning into a reality. You remember, darling?”

You sneered at him, sticking your tongue out. “I was a little girl, Tommy.”

“Doll, it was a year ago.”

You rested your elbows on the counter, cupping your cheeks as you trailed your eyes to meet his whiskey driven pupils. “And like ya said, it was a dream.”

He hoisted himself up a little, trusting the countertop to balance his frame as he came closer to you. He gently placed his finger under your chin, lifting it up slowly to meet his gaze. “If only, darling. If only…”

You let the lump in your throat devour, as Tom brushed his other finger across your lips. You didn’t break your contact, but freely allowed Tom to dominate your body. You responded well to his touches, allowing him to explore your features that got men crawling but sent them away with one word you haven’t used on him yet.

“Where’s ya crew?” You questioned, breaking the humidity that circulated the two of you. Tom licked his lips, removing his fingers from your touch. He suddenly created an unpleasant earl of shivers that ran through your body. You exhaled a light sigh, which Tom immediately noticed and hid his smirk with the rim of his cup.

“On their way. Why? Ya getting tired of me?”

“Never. Don’t they ever ask you why you come to the diner early?”

Tom shook his head, “You concerned about me, princess?”

“Nope but, i'm sure you don’t want that pretty little face to get ruined.” You grinned, resting your waist on the shelf admiring his tight fitted top that shaped his abs perfectly.

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

He shook his head, taking another sip but pacing himself this time around. “That’s not my question.” He waited with an air of expectancy, toying with his buckled ring. “I said, Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Why are you so adamant to know if i find you pretty?”

“Relax. I’m just teasing, princess. We all know the answer.”

“Does your ego really need to be bigger than it is?”

Tom chuckled, dishing out a 50 pound note. “It’s the only thing I have left, sweetheart.”

You saw the bill string out of his pocket , slowly caressing the worth in his grip. “I don’t need the charity, Tom.”

Tom ignored your comment, carelessly placing the bill into the jar. “Spend it wisely, doll.”

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Following the eccentric encounter you had with Tom, you were still busting around the diner trying to unhinge the urgency of his touch. You hated being flustered by men, especially men who roamed with your brother. Harrison warned you from the start to never get mixed up with his crew under any circumstances. He did everything in his power to make you tough, vigilant and have perfect aim which prevents you from getting help from his crew.

Tom, however, was an expectation to Harrison due to being best friends since diaper days. They were inseparable, and it didn’t take long for the three of you to be friends. Harrison never really picked up on Tom’s flirting, he just saw it as Tom warning people that you were off limits.

Your friend, Betty always kept you intact when Tom came to visit as she was the only other one who you trusted, also being Harrison’s girlfriend. Betty would lie and tell you that she really is looking out for you but being her friend for almost 10 years you knew she had to for her boyfriend's sanity.

“You doing okay, babe?” Betty asked, resting her chin on your shoulder. You hummed, concentrating on the toasted sandwich to transform into a soft golden brown hue. The aroma would make its way through the diner, announcing that breakfast was over and that lunch was being prepped. The warm chatter along with the warm bread blended together to create a friendly atmosphere for the customers; which made cold winters feel warmer.

The raucous gale that opened the diner door invited a soft siren, strong enough to make the customers pause their conversations to embark their curiosity. Yourself and Betty watched as the greasers swayed their boots into the diner, rummaging through the blocks of chairs before situated themselves into their claimed booth, parallel to the door but close to the bathroom.

“Do they always need to make an entrance like that? They do realise that it gets old after a while.” You whispered into her ear, causing a laugh to leave her lips.

“Let them have their fun. You gonna serve them?”

“It’s your boyfriend’s crew, you do it.” You argued, turning your frame back towards the kitchen. You heard the irritated sigh come off of Betty’s tongue, and you winked at Mr Delmair because you secured yourself immunity once again. Once Betty made her way over, she was immediately engulfed in a tight hug from your brother which irritatingly turned into a make out session.

Cursed to keep looking, your eyes locked with Tom’s, the soft expressions of his earthy pupils made you drown in warmth. Tom held the gaze, smirking at the motion of where your hand was situated. He seductively licked his lips, eyeing the ponytail that allowed your beauty to roar.

Tom excused himself, walking his way towards your presence. “I guess I won that staring contest.”

You snort, tilting your head to the side so you can admire his features. After a few seconds, you knew he caught on, so you handed him a fresh batch of coffee to avoid conversation.

“You know me so damn well, doll.”

You again rolled your eyes, something you frequently did when Tom was around you. “It’s just a cup of coffee, Tommy.”

“It always starts with a cup of coffee.” Tom grinned, taking the pot from the counter. He made a strange turn to the left, allowing your gaze to meet his shiny black jacket. He saluted with his two fingers and went back to the booth, acting as nothing happened.

A sudden familiar touch startled you. Betty gave you an apologetic look, gripping your shoulders to calm the nerves. “You good their babe?”

You quickly nodded, straightening your dress to hide the sweat from your hands.

“Is anything going on between the two of you?”

“Who? Tom? No way..” You stammered, giving Betty a convincing smile but, her expression didn’t follow.

“The fact you said his name means I’m somewhat right.”

You scoffed, walking away from the conversation you didn’t want or need to have. You rested your hands on the thick paged book, hoping this could be a way to avoid this particular conversation with anyone, not just Betty.

“I just want to be careful. Tom is a complicated fella. I don't want you getting dragged into his mess".

You tried flicking through the pages, but the tone of Betty’s concern ravelled something inside you. Out of frustration, you slammed the book shut, gaining the attention of the greasers, including Tom and your brother.

“I'm careful. I wish you and my brother would trust me. It’s just the same old crap, I don’t like Tom and he doesn't like me. We are friends, now drop it.”

Betty nodded, chipping away the scarlet red nail polish to stable her frustration. “I’m sorry... I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“I already have Harrison, I don’t need my best friend to become my guardian too.” You snapped, which again caught the eye of Tom who was ready to examine the situation. However, this time around you didn’t meet his gaze, but you knew his eyes were on you.

“I just want you to be my friend.” You whisper, fiddling with the loose hem on your apron. “As much as I like you being Harrison’s girlfriend, I just miss you being my friend…”

Betty frowned, pulling you into a tight embrace. She began to flood your hair with several apologies. “If you want, you can take off? I’ve got things covered here.”

You nodded, releasing yourself from her embrace. “Thanks, Betts. I’m sorry about before.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ll see you tonight!”

You smiled, handing her your apron. You quickly snatched a freshly baked croissant and headed out.

“What happened?” You snigger at Tom’s perfect timing, you gyrate your body, letting the thrills on the dress expose your skin.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He prided towards you, plucking the croissant out of your hand. He masticates half of the croissant, tugging on the remains.

“Such a pig.” You laugh, pulling the baked goods from his mouth.

“Aren’t ya gonna tell me? I thought we were besties.” He gleefully smirks, and watches you take a jot of the baked good.

“Please don’t ever say that word again.” You cringe at his remark, but he just continued saying it.

You grumbled a fine and Tom stopped his irritating act.

“She asked if there was anything going on between us.”

Tom smirked, tilting his head. “Is there?”

“Well…” You paused for a long time. You can see the tense look in Tom's eyes, as he watches you bite into the croissant. “Not my type, bestie.”

“I call bullshit.” He yelled and with that response, you twirled around and ignored the calls from his mouth.

“See you later, pretty boy.”

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When the white passage of daylight had gone, and the shadows of the eventide had sprung. The dry soil that embedded your house was radiated with oleaginous muscular greasers known as the Kingstons. Each member was just as bad as another. Some only joined to be protected and others joined so they could get chicks. Each boy got along, worshiped your brother and Tom like they were royalty which made things for you a little harder.

Unfortunately, being the only person to still be in school you always missed out on cookouts and parties. You watched your yard being lit, and the flames rising boldly against the black sky. The red, orange and yellow ball of rage roared upwards eating its way through the wooden base. Plumes of grey were buffeted into your bedroom, which began an unpleasant growl to your stomach.

Once you heard the splatter of the burgers being compressed onto the silvered grill, your ravenous appetite receded on finishing your english paper. You sprawled down the stairs, landing straight into Tom who cowped his drink onto your jumper.

“Fuckin hell, Tom.” You chastised at his clumsiness.

“It was an accident.” He assured, sending you a light smirk. “If you weren’t such in a hurry then none of this would have happened, princess.”

You groused at his cocky reply, pushing past him to retrieve some napkins. “Wait. Just um, wear my jacket.” Tom theorized as both of you stood there awkwardly. Tom awaited for you, but happened to grow a cheeky grin when he saw a glimpse of your bra.

“Um, y/n..” Tom paused, only allowing you to roll your eyes.

“Tom, seriously just for a second be quiet.” Tom threw his hands in the air, not even bothering to warn you.

“Suit-” “Nice boobs, y/n.” One of the Greasers interrupted as he fetched another bottle of beer.

“Wait, wha-- TOM! Why didn’t you say anything?” You whined, snatching the jacket off him.

You quickly wrapped yourself up, and gave Tom a dirty glare. “You told me to be quiet.”

“I-never mind.” You exhale, twisting your body round to get a beer. Tom lifts an eyebrow, watching you take apart the lid with your teeth.

“Should you even be drinking?”

“Should you even be here?”

Tom was perplexed by your answer, and vanished before you could get another word out. Being an Osterfield meant your mind was astute when getting what they wanted. You peeped your head though the window and snatched a couple of beers, heading straight to your bedroom offering sweet, innocent smiles.

“Night boys.” You simpered, looking pleased with yourself.

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You were laying on your stomach, flicking through the textbooks that were neatly scattered on your bed when you heard the laughs from downstairs. You spent the whole night trying to not think about Tom or his witless remarks. You let your eyes close for a brief second, enjoying the notebook as a head rest.

You heard his voice from the end of the corridor, laughing at something that probably wasn’t even funny. You tried to ignore the chattering, especially the false laugh that rolled off one of the girl’s lips. Your mind fell back to the books, but a sudden knock startled you.

“I’m busy.” You implied, but another knock appeared straight after.

“Off limits.” You hiss, but the creak of the door allowing the light to invade your room didn’t listen. The room suddenly smells of grease and a strong scent of the Liz Claiborne curve for men. You didn’t even need to turn your head to see who was accompanied by the door, you knew that smell very well.

“What part of I’m busy and off limits, don’t you get Holland?”

Tom took that as an invitation, closing your door straight after. He waltzes himself into your room, with a plate of four burgers. “Are you going to accept the two burgers I managed to get you or going to be a little brat?”

“Bacon?”

“Extra bacon” He corrected, and tapped your thigh to make some space for him.

You flashed him a big grin, and kicked your legs in excitement as he handed you a burger. “God, this is delicious.” You moaned, wiping the ketchup stain on your lips.

“If that got you moaning, pleasuring you would be a simple task.” He sniggered, taking a full bite of his burger, winking at your reaction.

“You think about pleasuring me, holland? Is that even allowed, hmm?” You smirked, taking a long bite following a nice loud moan.

Tom tried to ignore the sounds, shifting a little in his maximum space to not show defeat. He wasn’t going to let a 19 year old power over him, he forbade it.

“Not so cocky now, are ya?” You teased, propping up your body and slumping next to his.

“I hate you.” Tom mumbled, snatching the beer from the night stand and drank the remains of it.

After you both teasingly ate your burgers, you instantly got back work. Pulling your books over your exposed legs allowing Tom to fiddle with your camera, you began to study. However, every few minutes loud huffs would break out and Tom would try and see if he could help you.

“Do you need help?” Tom asked, and manoved the book onto his lap. He scanned over the pages, and hummed peacefully whenever he understood something which made you quite irritated.

“How can you possibly understand that?” You groaned, crossing your arms with a pout of embarrassment.

“It’s easy. You’ve read the book right?”

You nodded, “I have. But, I still don’t get why we have to over analyse over a stupid farm? We get it, Lennie wants to tend the rabbit.”

“That’s not the point. You need to go more deeper into why Lennie wants the farm? Why is the farm his happy place? Lennie is such a complex character that nobody understands because of his weight. You need to go deeper.”

At first, you thought he was humouring you about knowing so many about Of Mice and Men. But, when he went onto a full analysis on Curley's wife you got the sense that Tom actually was an intellectual in other things than women.

“Firstly, that was really hot. Secondly, do my paper.”

“Thanks and no. You do your own paper, and I’ll check it.” He said, voice more than a little stern “How about I give you a short massage to ease the brain? Would that help you, doll?”

You hum in approval, grinning stupidly at the bargain you just got offered. Tom prompted you to get between his legs, and made sure that your hands stayed on either thigh. He propped himself up, and tried to sense the tension in your neck.

“Keep the moaning to a minimum. I don’t want people thinking we are doing it. Can you be quiet, doll?”

His breath lingered on your skin, causing the tiny hairs on your skin to stand up in desperation for his touch. You cleared your thought, wanting to not give Tom the satisfaction that a simple touch, or breath could embark your need for him.

“You ready?” He whispered into your ear, and you obeyed with a nod.

“Good girl.”

When you felt Tom’s touch it was exceedingly gentle at first, his long fingers tracing lightly over your skin. Your bedroom was quiet, and the noise coming from outside was soon blocked out. You inhaled deeply, and found a nice happy place to go to get your body distracted. Tom’s palms pressed lightly in circles over your shoulder, slowly elevating downwards to your bra line.

“Can I take it off?” He whispered, and you nodded. He unbuckled the bra, watching the waistband loosen your breasts. Tom coughed in panic as he saw your boobs rest on your skin, and watched how your body felt free. Tom repeated the same pattern, a few times as your moans and groan would pick up whenever he touched your lower back. Every area he tried to loosen the tension you gave a soft, quiet moan which was music to Tom’s ears.

The physical sensations of him was enough for anyone to not see the anticipation of both of you longing for each other. You were lying that you felt closer to Tom, something so intimate could really mould a friendship into something complicated. The silence in the room made the offer more personal that Tom can almost see the emotions that would fall from your face. However, what made your heart swoon was the care that Tom had to make you feel better, it was something so cheeky but gentlemen like to do.

Tom’s hand paused when his hand resigned in the same spot as he started, he leaned down and kissed the back of your neck, stating that he was done. It was a simple, harmless touch but you automatically spinned around and kissed him, in thanks and appreciation.

Tom didn’t protest or move, he simply allowed you to show thanks. You slowly pressed Tom back against the pillow, situating your body on his lap, and placed another kiss on Tom’s jaw. Tom allowed his hands to work on your shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the knots below your neck that caused a moan to escape from your lips. Tom gasped, tensing a little as you began to nibble on his neck, making his hand fly onto the lower part of your back.

The kiss deepend and his hands wandered, towards your breasts that fit so well with his hand. You hissed at the coldness of his rings but Tom’s slow movements and the trust your body had allowed Tom’s glacial rings to satisfy your needs. You buckled your hips, and Tom groaned in pleasure but slowly pulled his lips away from yours.

His hands were still cupped on your breasts, but slowly left and were now placed on your waist. “We shouldn’t do this.”

“You started it.” You nagged, climbing off his lap.

“I know and I shouldn't have.” Tom listlessly said, picking himself up from your bed. You knew that it was wrong and wasn’t really in the mood to start this conversation. You watched him retrieve his jacket, and wore it with pride. You glared at your surname that was printed at the back centre of the black leather jacket.

“Once done, give it to me at the diner tomorrow.” He whispered, and closed the door before you could even respond. Suddenly, the light that entered by itself left as soon as he did. Your room now was lingered with drunken laughs, and cigar smells. You closed your window, and flopped on your bed screaming into your pillow to relieve the tension.

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When the school bell rang, the end of english was over. Mrs Dunphany handed everyone back their papers. You weren’t going to hype yourself too much as Tom notes and tip went out the window. When you saw the disappointment on Mrs Dunphany's face after she handed the kid’s test before you, you knew that you fucked up.

However, you got a kind smile and a pat on the back. “100%. Well done, Miss Osterfield.”

“Wait seriously? That little shit’s advice actually was useful.” You whispered to yourself, as you made your way out of the school. “Clever son of a bitch.”

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“So what did you get?” Tom’s neediness was getting rather annoying as you refused to embark on his ego even more.

“I passed.” You simply stated, trying to write down an elderly order.

“Okay. But what score did you get? I deserve to know.” He bragged, tugging on your apron to try and get you to pay attention to him.

“100%” You hissed at him which in response, he twirled you again praising you.

“God. I’m so clever.” He teased, placing you down on the floor.

“Yeah, next time you wanna get horny for Lennie, I’ll give him a call.” You smirked after apologising to the edlerly couple.

“No worries, dear. It’s sweet that your boyfriend cares so much, reminds me of my dear Hank.” The old woman chattered, causing a slight blush on your cheek.

Thankfully Tom already left just in time as you knew deep down that Tom would never see you as anyone but his best friend’s little sister. So, to play out your fantasy, you thanked the couple and gave them a faction of fabricated lies to fill the slight hole you felt burning in your heart.

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As the warm ambiance swept facilely through your hair, you fumbled your jumper with chagrin. You propel your body forward, regretting every step you took to get to the till. Luckily, it was night and no one was around to deem you or humiliate you with the lecture of purchasing the item.

“May I get the--” You were cut off but a stack of snacks slammed on the counter.

“How much will this be?” He questioned, not even acknowledging you. You huff and glance at the hand. It was remotely familiar, and you squint your eyes shut hoping he wouldn’t look your way. “And whatever the lady wants.”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head at the lady. She furrowed her eyebrows, not understanding the signal you were trying to give her.

“It’s fine, Tom. I can get it myself.” You hissed, but he didn’t budge.

“What did you want?”

“Birth control pills…” you whispered but Tom nudges you to speak up.

“Birth control pills.” You yelled, dropping your head onto his shoulder with embarrassment.

Tom let out a strong exhale, nodding to the lady to fetch the pills.

“You having sex?”

“What is it to you?” You snorted, watching his smirk grow.

“Make sure he respects ya, yeh?” Tom clarified, paying the lady in full. “I’ll see you, princess.”

You smiled back at the lady, walking away with Tom. “Where are you going?”

“Someone’s gotta work. Can’t have a pretty girl going hungry right?”

You shrugged, “I guess. I-I thanks for the pill.”

“Guessing you don’t want me to tell your brother?”

You nodded, “Please.”

“Our little secret.” He winked, and left you there alone in a store again, with no clarification of the night you both shared.

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The affluent streets were scattered with expensive mustangs and white picket fences. Tom observes the roads from the sooty, bygone windows trying to pick out what he would have if was just as rich. He appreciated his life, the freedom he managed to bargain with his parents that soon enough had no acknowledgement of their kid as they spent most of their time arguing. His smile once faded when he started to see the familiar streets that he shamefully called home. It was polar opposites to the valley, but Tom always argued with himself that his end had more history and heroic stories. The valley was changing everyday, new plants would be replaced as if nothing happened would confuse him as, to him the valley became more artificial every time he would pass it.

Once the bus pulls to his stop, Tom breaks into a run, dashing into the alley behind the stores to avoid any confrontation. It was past midnight, and Tom didn’t have his crew around. He lightly ran his hand down the bricks, electrifying his veins to carry more strength as being out in the open was always a call for trouble.

As Tom went to turn the corner, his phone vibrated. Out of curiosity, he checked his phone as no one usually texted him this late at night. When he unlocked his phone, he was startled that out of anyone, you would be the one to text him.

you: get home safe, pls.

Tom grinned, locking his phone. “And she said she didn’t like me…” He whispered, throwing his phone back into his pocket. Tom maneuvered himself away from the bright lights that dazzled his frame, highlightly the grease in his raven hair. He couldn’t tell who the car belonged to but with the knowledge and partial interest with cars, he knew it didn’t belong to the Kingston Jets.

The London Sharks was what they were referred to. A preppy figure looking type that always had tight vests and wore italian golf shoes. Tom, minding his business letting his fixation focus on getting home in one piece. He wasn’t remotely in the mood to scoorn off the Sharks due to his lack of concentration. Tom was mindmapping a simpler method, one that didn’t involve violence or crime just his devilish charm.

“Hey pretty boy. You're not gonna say hello?” One of the boys screamed out, honking frequently to advocate Tom’s dark side. Tom's vexed face tightened as more words were hurled at him, ones he had all heard before. His adrenaline was picking up the speed and his knuckles were prepared to take charge but Tom, revoked hiding his fists in his jacket.

“Tell Y/N she is pretty hot for a greaser.” The eloquent tone in Charlie’s voice snapped the rage that was ready to erupt inside Tom’s chest. Tom swiftly turned around, adjusting his leather jacket, placing it at a jaunty angle to allow his arms to move freely.

He raced towards the sharks, passively throwing punches all around to anyone who got in his way. He collided his fists with Charlie’s jaw, not letting him have any mercy. Tom’s anger furied around his face, tiny veins peeped out of their hiding to alert the others that it’s war. Before Tom could collide his fist to Charlie’s nose, a strong pair of arms tightly swarmed around his waist pulling him away. Charlie’s crew had Tom surrounded, gritting his hands stills so Charlie could throw his punches at Tom. The punches to Tom felt weak but the rings that loosely dangled on their fingers were the main force of the sharks being tough.

Just as Charlie was going to finish Tom off, a police car came screeching down the hill, a knight in his white charger, black tired squealing on the grey turmac as the car abruptly stopped at the sight of the fight.

Tom knew that the police weren’t his friendly companion as Tom himself had a fair share of crimes that could convey to jail time. Luckily, the sharks belted away before the officer could get a closer look on them. Tom clenched onto his stomach, squinting his eyes as the illuminated lights blinded his vision.

“What’s going on there, son? you causing trouble?”

Tom shook his head, conveying his injured state to get him off the hook. The officer shrugged his shoulders, unsure of what to say. “Don’t get too much blood on the streets.”

“Love you too.” Tom winced, as he now had to use the bricks to support his weight. Tom knew that he couldn’t possibly go home to his parents, due to the lack of hospitality, so Tom had no choice to pay a visit to the Osterfield.

The cold wind makes the cuts feel raw and the moonlight has them grow bright. He felt like a billboard advertising the cons of being a working class citizen. The comfort of his jacket and the warmth of the street light made his self worth still have pride. Approaching the Osterfield household, his eyes met a light from the inside. A sihollute quickly invaded the light, giving Tom a sense of relief that Harrison was awake. Tom clutched onto the barbed wire, using his remaining strength to work his way up on the roof. He was quite familiar with the rookie holes and loose nails as this wasn’t the first time he had climbed through Harrison’s window.

He clamped his hand against the wall, using his other to lift the chipped white paint window to give him access to the carpet his feet suddenly craved. Tom busted himself in, falling directly face first on the carpet. The sihollute he saw in the window was indescribably more feminie but it could just be his vision. Tom peeked his eyes open again, scanning the room to find bunches of vinyls, romantic comedies books and a red silky bra trashed under the bed.

Tom cursed, knowing exactly what room he was in. He lifted up his head to spot yourself lounging in just your underwear. The black pattern set with tiny red roses made his bruises hurl with pain and let out a grunt. You were still unaware of his presence which gave Tom a little reward to enjoy the view before he got caught.

As you were about to lean forward letting your boobs fall, Tom coughed not wanting to push his limit.

“Hey doll.” Tom teased, chuckling right after as he watched you trip over a hairbrush.

You stand there like a deer in headlights. Nothing seemed to function. You were at a loss for words as Tom’s shadow invaded your area, still unaware of his cuts and bruises.

“Sprout?”

Sprout, he hasn’t called you that in years. You scrambled for a blanket, covering your body.

“What are you doing here, perv.”

Tom dragged his body towards the light, allowing you to see his vulnerable side. You gasp at the cuts and bruises. You scoffed the blanket away, accepting that Tom has seen you and used your motherly instincts to help him.

“Who did this to ya, Tommy?”

Tom grumbled, placing his head between your chest. You gently brushed your fingers through his hair, humming a sweet tune to calm his state. He tightly caressed your waist, wanting you to know that he was grateful for you.

“We gotta clean ya up.” You whispered, rubbing his back slowly to allow his body to know that it was going to get treated. Tom nodded, letting go of your waist and removing his head from your chest. He looked up at you, his eye beginning to swell but he used his finger to trace the tear that melted into your cheek.

“Why are you crying, sprout? I’m the one who got battered.”

You were afraid to make eye contact with him. You were just getting used to Harrison's bruised up face but, something about Tom’s makes your heart sink and blood boil.

“Tommy, what happened?”

“Nothing important.” Tom mumbled, sitting beside you. He laced his hands with yours, as he brushed his thumb against your knuckles. “Patch me up?”

You sniffled as you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You let go of his touch, bending yourself to the floor to retrieve the first aid kit. Tom smirked, as he watched how obedient you were.

“You're gonna have to take your shirt off.”

Tom lifted his head a little to meet your eyes, “You gotta take it off for me.”

You signed, getting up from the floor and slowly climbing onto him. “Don’t even say a word, Thomas.”

Tom smirked, closing his eyes as you began to cut his top apart. His body was built nicely, a visible V-line was the first thing your eyes ran too. The silence in your room, synced with the tension you both shared at the diner. You made yourself comfy, sitting beside him.

Out of habit, he lightly gripped your thigh, excusing the pain he felt as you began to clean his cuts.

“You boys seriously need to stop looking for fights, it’s bad enough Harrison gets into them but you Tom? I don’t like seeing your pretty face busted.”

He looked at you with a sombre expression. His face began to tense, the stinging liquid of ‘i told you so’s’ were burning through his skin. “So you do think i’m pretty, hm?”

“Don’t push it, Tommy.” You hissed, as you amended his cuts. Each bud stained more than the last, you could sense his guilt but his witt was still there.

“You know you are the only one who is allowed to call me that..”

“Your other dames don’t call ya Tommy?”

Tom bit his lip, at the sound of disbelief you gave him when it came to women. Tom knew he was known to have dames full at his feet but, hearing you saying the claim made him irritated.

“Eh, they hardly stick around.” Tom answered, grinning as he saw the smile leave your lips.

When you gave him the all clear that he was patched up, Tom levitated his body up and his hands found their way to your lower back.

“Thanks, doll.”

You shrugged, “Anytime.”

“Can I sleep here? I’ll behave.” Tom promised, tracing his fingers up and down your back. The urge you had to kiss him was there and you knew he felt it too. It was pretty clear when you chose to not cover yourself and allowed Tom to see you in this state.

“You can. I’m gonna put on a shirt.” You said, removing your scent and body off Tom. He whined at the coldness you left him, letting his tired frame sink back into your sheets. He got himself comfy, and discreetly watched you put a white t-shirt on.

“No shorts?” He teased, opening the covers for you. You happily applied your body into the sheets, they weren’t as warm as you hoped but you were thankful.

You stretched your arm to close the light, and a sudden arm securely pulled you away from the lamp. You chuckled at his neediness, letting him feel dominant as his pride was taken away for a good half an hour. You felt your body being pushed closer to his, which you didn’t mind one bit. You allowed him to rest his nose on your back, hearing soft snores escape his lips.

“Night, Tommy.” You whispered and felt yourself going into a deep slumber.

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As the week passes, you haven’t seen or heard from Tom. His presence started to feel unfamiliar and cold that made you quarrel with every man that tried to hit on you. You stupidly, at the start of every shift, made sure that a fresh batch of coffee was waiting for him but, when you saw the milkshake shaped clock hit 6:10am, you knew Tom wasn’t going to come.

You always return your thoughts back to the night where you both tangled your legs together, and felt safe in each other’s arms. It also felt as though you almost imagined it, but when you found his silver ring with an anchor attached to the centre, you knew that it wasn’t a dream but an unexplainable reality.

You never allowed his touch to leave your body, nor the coldness of his ring draping around your stomach when the sun rose. Each waking morning, you oddly still felt his arms wrapped around your frame whispering how much he appreciates you for looking after him.

Betty swore that she saw Tom in the diner once but he never stopped to say hi. Harrison, also started to feel a bit iffy about Tom’s disappearances and blamed it on him being quiet as his recorded wasn’t looking great.

You forced your legs to work, telling Betty that you would much prefer to work the night shift so you can enjoy the sweet silence that you devoured whenever your parents would fight and most importantly not see Tom. Betty, at first, didn’t like you working alone at night afraid of who could come by but you told her that one of Harrison’s friends would be present.

You were now, gazing at your bright friends of the moon that watched over you whilst Ben got trapped into reading, Gone with the Wind. The pattern of the night sky was so fixed but still, glowing with confidence as their pride invaded the diner.

Suddenly, the inky black sky was provoked with a blaze of brilliant blue, moving quickly through the sky painting a perfect picture to capture. The comet came so sudden, almost considenantly to evoke some hope into your dismal days. As the long tail of icy particles parted, you made a wish. A vaguely simple wish that only the gods would grant if you caught them on a good day. You closed your eyes to complete the wish to only be cut off by a cacophony ring.

“Delmar's Diner?” You irritatedly said, twirling the plastic line around your fingers.

“He’s what?” You screeched. “I’ll be right there.”

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When you truculently shoved the police station door open, you didn’t strain yourself from communicating with Tom. The repressing force that Tom tried to convey on you didn’t work but made you more exasperated. You heard his excuses for the remaining of the walk, blocking out each call and apology.

“Sprout. Just fucking listen to me.” He roared, knocking the trashcan down to release his anger.

It startled you, but you refused to turn around.

“I’m sorry, please.” His voice dampened when he stared at your jittery state.

“Don’t just walk away from me. I’m trying to apologise here.” He wailed, trying to catch up with you.

You terminated your walk, spinning on your heel to face him. He was there, present in your life for the first time in a week. You shoved your hands inside your apron, shrugging at his pitiful apologises.

“Do you even know why you are saying sorry?” You said, as he moved forward.

His lips quirked disbelievingly. “Hear me out?”

You beckoned a nod, titling your head to hear the tacky cheap tale he was about to fabricate. “Got a minute, Tommy.”

Firstly, he smiled at the nickname. To him, it was a road to redemption. He then ran towards you plunging you into a hug. His tight muscles wrapped around your waist like he did that night, his breathing hitched onto your neck creating the same feeling you felt that night. You were reliving that same night but this time, you both were clothed. As you felt his grip tighten around you, you knew that one more breath or stroke would make you instantly forgive him, so out of remorse you pushed him off.

“You gotta do a lot more than that, Tommy boy.” You snarled, watching him fan out his jacket.

“Look, I know this doesn’t look good. And, I’ll pay you back. I promise, but I just need you to not tell Haz. I can’t have him worrying about me, alright.” Tom pleaded, as he fooled around with a rock.

“You serious Tommy? You think that’s why I’m mad at ya? Because of your fucking devotion to my brother?”

Tom furrowed his eyebrows, playing along with the lie as he knew the apology you wanted. He was just afraid to express it, infact, he didn’t know how.

“What do you want from me, Sprout?”

“To be a man.” You yelled, maneuvering your body so he could watch you disappear into the night.

“Let me at least take you home? I won’t forgive myself if i let you wander the streets at night.” He yelled, jogging right up to you.

You longingly smirked at him, “Keep this up and ya get back in my good books.”

“You are enjoying this aren’t you, Sprout?”

You licked your lips, keeping your voice to a minimum. “You got that right, tommy boy.”

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Tom has never been devoted to earning someone's forgiveness. He was struggling, and he hated not being in control. It made him feel weak, vulnerable and open feelings he kept closed for most of his life.

It was something about the way you told him off and the tone you gave him that sparked unwanted feelings. He was at his breaking point, trying to do everything he could to make you forgive him. He wanted to just vocalise his apology but that wasn’t what you wanted. It was showing that he was sorry, and it did take him approximately three days and one rom com to figure it out.

He went from extreme in the space of two days, giving you all the attention you ever wanted from him. Picking and dropping you off from school with nothing but silence. He tried to even bake but the burnt cookies were enough of a sign that he wasn’t good at this stuff. He never understood why, and it hit him one night when his parents were barking at each other, he realised that neither of his parents showed him sympathy and when to call truce. It was something that he couldn’t control, and he missed his chance to learn.

Now he was present in the diner. He watched you sit comfortably in the booth. Tom sat morosely contemplating at the greaser who took his spot. His aloof judgement was seen by all customers, young and old. From afar, you vacantly at him, ignoring his glances. Tom’s muscles were clenching with annoyance every time Brett made you laugh. The cackle that rolled off your lips was owned by him, and he hated sharing. Tom holds his breath, pursing his lips together to steel himself from going over there, and taking what is. Now, you were laughing at a lame joke, something to do with psychics. He knew that you loved physics, but Brett found out from that perfect score that was pushed aside like Tom’s existence.

This was his punishment, watching you cradle into someone’s arms alerting him that he was temporary. Tom, to you wasn’t temporary, even though he could have been, he stayed after every fall and argument. His gaze stays on you, but fell when you took off which sinisterly brought a smirk to Tom’s face, only to disappear when you whoosh past him if he was another bystander. He waited for you to say something, anything to put his mind at ease but, you teasingly sat next to him. He gripped the cup of coffee, watching you swat your hair over your shoulder and promptly Tom looked, knowing it was conscious at.

You were exposed and he loathed that you were so confident yet so fragile. Tom before, saw you as just a little girl, playing with barbies and making his action figures marry your dolls. He watched you spring into a flower, that now was crumpled. You were growing and Tom can’t handle the sanguine you sprinkled each awaking hour making it harder for him to be around you. He wanted you in ways he shouldn’t. He always scared off the kids who ever looked over at you, and now he was one of those kids. Scrawling in his chair, thinking of bizarre ways he could get your attention.

A tight, ripped tattooed arm wrapped around your shoulder, just hanging loose but Tom could see the movement of Brett’s hand gliding against your chest. He knew this trick because Tom did it, and he was now disgusted with himself. With his quick reflexes, Tom clutched Brett’s hand tightly letting the irritation roll of his tongue.

“Don’t make me tell Harrison.” He chastised, not even looking at your stare. He continued the squeeze, before pushing him harshly away from you.

“Don’t you ever come back here.” He threatened, before taking a big gulp of his coffee.

He turned to your appalled expression, rolling his eyes at the predictable whining that he queued as soon as he sat down. “You are fucking welcome.”

You shook your head, chuckling at his act. “You don’t ever stop do you?”

“I just saved your ass. You should be more careful.”

“You wanna talk about being careful? Do you even remember the happy ending you got yourself? Or, the free show of seeing me in my underwe--”

Tom chuffed, cutting you off with a smirk. He was proud that you remember every detail of your encounters with him. It didn’t need a saying for Tom to realise that you were his, and only his. “If I remember correctly, you didn’t retaliate. You wanted me to kiss you, feel you didn’t you?”

His breath was now drowning your will to fight back. You took his hand, taking him to the back and shoving him against the wall.

“If you like it rough, at least take me to dinner.”

You inhaled a breath, letting the consequences weigh out later. You saw Tom’s mouth open, ready to make another remark but without thinking like always, you solved everything with a kiss.

It was wet and full of lust. All the envious inside the both of you finally let loose as you both wrestle for dominance. You were weaker than Tom when it came to physical contact, he wanted to be in control. You allowed him to revert positions, and watch you squirm for his touch.

“Not yet.” He whispered against your lips, licking the bottom of your lip in knowledge that you wanted more.

“Not here, sprout.” Tom added, and lightly kissed your sweaty forehead. “Someone like you deserves to be cherished, looked after and not be pleasured around in a dirty diner.”

“Excuse you.” You barked, pushing him away.

“I was being a fucking gentlemen. Sorry for not fucking you” He cringed, and rightfully removed himself away from you. “I’m trying here.”

“Try fucking harder.” You spat, as you watched him exit the diner. “Fucking greasers.” You added after you heard the door slam shut. You did feel slightly guilty for snapping at him. You could tell he was trying but your immaturity got the best of you, once again. Out of regret, you pulled out your phone to apologise, only to be left on read.

“Plan B…” You muttered and called Harrison.

If he wasn’t going to come to you, you just had to go to him.

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“I don’t fucking understand girls. I seriously don’t get them.” Tom complained whilst entering the tyre shop. “They are all about taking it slow, treat them right and when you refuse to fuck them in public, they get made at you?” He added on. “Make it make sense, Haz? How the fuck have you coped with Betts for three years?”

Harrison chortled at his friend’s outburst, spinning the spinner continuously. “Good afternoon to you too.”

Tom gave an apologetic smile, climbing onto the roof of the car. Harrison handed him a beer that was acute to their surroundings. He was going to save the beer for later but Tom needed it more.

“Cheers.”

“Since when does Thomas Holland get caught up in girl drama? It sounds like you like her.”

“I don’t like her. I want her, there’s a difference.” Tom scowled and pressed his lips to the beer bottle. He snaked the liquid down, letting the cold sweats of the bootle condensed to his knuckles.

“Understood. Do I know this girl?” Harrison quirked, as he wrapped the dirty rag around his shoulder.

“No. She’s new in town.” Tom fabricated, taking another long sip of the intoxicated goods.

Harrison noticed that each time a question was played, Tom devoured his short answers with the beer. “So, what actually happened?”

“Long story short. I shared a moment with her, freaked out and ignored her. I then got into trouble, called her to get me out. She told me to be a man. I helped her with her homework, then rescued her from being grouped and she made out with me.” Tom paused, shutting down Harrison’s remarks. “Didn’t want to pleasure her, she got angry and now I’m here.”

“Fucking hell.” Harrison breathed, trying to soak up the drama that unfolded right in front of him. “It seems like you both are being idiots, and choosing stubbornness to communicate your feelings for another.” Harrison adds.

Tom doesn’t say anything. Completely silent as he knew if he took another sip of the beer, you would be revealed.

“This makes me dread y/n having a boyfriend. Imagine the hassle she would unfold of her’s.” Harrison spluttered, and reached out his phone. “Speak of the devil.” Harrison mumbled, answering her call.

Suddenly Tom’s hand started to tremble with fear. He allowed the froth to rinsed down his arm, soaking his jeans in spite. He heard the laughs coming from Harrison's mouth but that didn’t certify his aroma to be calm. Once Harrison ended the call, a smile pursed on his face.

“Looks like Y/N is cooking us a meal, along with Betty. She decided it has been a while since the four of us have hung out.”

“Great.” Tom mumbled, and regret not finishing the bottle off.

“It will be fun. Y/N is really looking forward to this. She is making bolognese.” Harrison beamed, glancing at the tired shaped clock. “We’ll leave in 10.”

“That clever minx.” Tom muttered and finished the beer off.

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Upon the messy counter lies two aprons that you dished out from the cupboard. You had no clue to even begin to make bolognese, so convincing Betty to help was exciting at first but, realising that Betty was too inexperienced you both were in a pickle.

“I still don’t get why you thought I could make bolognese? Why can’t we just order take out? And why bolognese? Isn’t that a bit fancy for a movie night.”

“Sorry for praising you. Take out isn’t healthy and Bolognese because To-- I like it, as well as Harrison.” You croaked, hoping Betty wouldn’t pick up on the stumble of Tom’s name.

“One day you’ll make a questionable wife.”

“Agreed.” Harrison responded for you. You curse them both, getting back to reading the recipe. You tried to avoid eye contact with Tom, as he followed Harrison like a lost puppy, acting like he had never been in the kitchen before.

“You girls are done soon? I need some food inside my belly.” Harrison whined and wrapped his arms around Betty’s waist, whilst resting his chin on her shoulder.

Yourself and Tom gazed at them both, still not making eye contact with each other. You removed yourself from the scene, and began to knead the meat. After a minute, Tom couldn’t handle watching you mishandle the meat that he will eat in half an hour.

Regretting every step, he made his way over to you. “I don’t think you are doing that right.” Tom quirked up, standing beside you.

“I’m kneading it.” You clarified with your finger pointing at the instructions.

“Harder, like this.” Tom whispered slowly, placing his hands over your own and began to guide you. You gave him a smile, and continued the motion but your eyes weren’t focused on your hands, they were fixated on Tom’s eyes.

You felt the need of your lips to touch his, the temptation was higher than usual and you hated it. It was risky, childish to result in any confrontation with a kiss or a flirty remark. Tom had the same emotion, fighting himself to not give into the desire of kissing you, like Harrison and Betty were doing. You both were strong enough to communicate through eye contact but weak to speak the emotions.

“I-I think I got it.” You mumbled as you worm your hands away from his. You didn’t want to take any risks, or complicate this friendship more than you have. Tom stuffed up, nodding and returned to the other side of the counter.

Both Tom and Harrison expressed that they would take a beer, and leave you both alone until dinner was served. You didn’t show any emotion, and carried on listening to Betty’s instructions.

Eventually Betty’s instructions became faint and along came the probing of the guilt and remorse behaviour of today’s incident. You acknowledged Brett’s action before Tom could even say anything. You stupidly allowed yourself to be vulnerable to spite him, and make him envy. You punished your heart from being irresponsible and solving everything with a kiss or a flirtatious remark.

Of course inviting him over would just add more fuel to the flame but you loved the colours and the way it danced. You were kidding yourself that Tom nor you would stop the chase, and accept that something is happening but, you both were alike. You knew punishing him for leaving you alone that night was right but, could you blame his loyalty to his best friend? You knew you would have done the same, especially if you knew how much the friendship meant.

Betty’s voice started to become the dominance of your mind, and brought you back to reality.

“I think we should call them in. Can you go get them?” Betty asked, and you shook your head.

“It’s cold and I’m not feeling great.” You mumbled, excusing yourself from the kitchen and landing yourself locked in the bathroom.

Betty frowned, not even having the chance to check on you as she had to serve the boys. When everyone was seated, you were still missing and Tom knew that it had something to do with him.

“Where is she? This was her idea.” Harrison muttered, rolling his eyes at the drama you can convey sometimes.

“I think she is still in the bathroom, I reckon something happened today? She was all moody and sad all afternoon.” Betty informed the both, and Harrison felt a little ashamed for judging his sister.

“I’ll go check on her. Probably had to do with this creep earlier on today.” Tom breathed, getting up from his chair to go look for you. Harrison felt a hunch in his stomach when Tom mentioned the creep but Betty’s smoothing voice diverted his focus.

“Sprout?” Tom whispered, knocking gently on the door. You didn’t answer but let out a sniffle which made Tom’s eyes sink. “Let me in…”

His voice was mellow, and soft. You debated in your mind if you really should let Tom in but, your heart strings literally forced you to unlock the door. Tom heard the click, and slowly opened the door to find you sat on the sink.

“What’s wrong?” Tom quietly cooed, before closing the door behind him. “Why are you crying?”

You sniffle with a perfect timing shrug.

“We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” Tom stated and impeded himself between your legs. He used his hand to wipe away the tears floundering from your eyes, and pressed his forehead against yours.

You slowly traced his jawline, cupping his face with your hands and lifted his head up to face you. He saw the hurt in your eyes, and blinked to show that himself, was a bit emotional. You wanted to confess, apologise but the words wouldn’t form but the note of your legs wrapped around his torso invoked a conversation.

He leisurely hauled you closer to him, inviting his presence on your skin. He lightly kissed your temple, and embarked a trail, starting from your lips and pursed to your stomach, gazing his thumb across. He felt the shiver and tightness you showed him. He smirked knowingly that your body was made for his touch, and the look in your eye confirmed his theory. You tried to close your legs, to not show the neediness but your fingers now deep in his skirt said otherwise.

“Don’t fight it…” He murmured, and unfurled your bare legs.

“Tommy.” You breathed out, and watched as his fingers found your panties. He draped his thumb over the silk, lowing his trail each second. Once he felt the moist on the fabric, he pressed his thumb down to your already sensitive clit and evoked a moan.

“My godness, sprout. You are soaked.” He sniggered, and allowed you to respond by digging your nails into the thin fabric that was covering Tom.

Tom lightly pushed aside the fabric, marvelling at the wetness. You felt a small shiver, and gave Tom a nod. He saw your eyes close but with another push to your clit, you opened them.

“Keep 'em open.” Tom urged as he wanted you to see what real pleasure was like. He pushed two fingers into your soaking heat while his thumb played with your clit, sending your mind to oblivion.

Tom watches you carefully, taking in every movement you make and admire how well you took him.

“God, you are so tight.” He moaned against your neck, letting his breath summon you to his coven. He took small movements, allowing yourself to adjust to his fingers. You let out a harsh moan, as you felt his ring glide around your walls provoking your clit to release.

“Quiet, sprout.” He whispered in your ear as he pushed a third finger into you. You just moan, barely registering his rules.

“Tommy, please.” You cried, and felt the pace picking up every second. You were beginning to lose control. Each thrust he made, provoked your will to release.

“Go on…” He purred and observed the expression when you released all over his fingers. Tom pulled his fingers out, revealing how wet you were for him.

“Wanna taste, pretty girl?” He mumbled, gravitating his fingers to your mouth. You slowly nodded, taking his fingers well in your mouth. Tom grunted at the technique you used, and abruptly removed his fingers as he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Groggily you rested your head in his chest. “Tommy, I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for what, sprout?”

“Everything. Being stupid and immature.”

Tom signed, and felt his heart clench at your words. He should be the one to apologize, not you.

“You have nothing to say sorry for. It’s my fault for starting this and being a dick about it. It’s hard, sprout. You mean a lot to me and I would hate for us to fall out.”

“I do?” You whispered and he hums.

“Of course. I just know that this isn’t what you think this will be. I just need time to wrap my head around all this.”

“You want this?” You asked, lifting your head up to face him.

“I do. Trust me, I do. It’s just complicated at the moment. I just need to actually sit down and think this through.”

“I wish it wasn’t this difficult.”

“Me either, pretty girl.” He signed, engulfing you in a hug.

“We will figure this out, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I think we should get back. They are probably wondering where we are.”

You shrugged, and greedily wanted to spend all of eternity in his arms. “Or, they are making out and forgot about the bolognese and us.”

“Speaking of bolognese. I’m ready to eat what my girl cooked for me.”

“Don’t get your hopes up. Betty did most of it.” You laughed, jumping off the counter.

“If all turns out horribly, I can think of a way you can make it up to me.”

“Dream on, Holland.” You said with a chuckle, leading him out of the bathroom. “I’ll be out in a second. I’m gonna clean up.” You add and Tom stops, turning to face you.

“Let me…”

“But yo--”

“Like you said, they are probably making out.”

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Turning 19 wasn’t such a big deal to you. You weren’t fussed if you didn’t have a massive party or got drunk with a couple of your friends. It was just another year of remembrance that you have spent another year trapped in this town. You loved it, for sure but it’s not what you really wanted. You were smart for your age, achieving the best marks and managing to read over 10 books in two months.

It was the day before your birthday and Betty was on your tail. Each time you were on her radar, she would pout and complain about you not having a party. You tried to suppress her, and reassure her that you will think about it but Betty was an impatient woman.

“Are you sure you don’t want a party? You only get to be a teenager for one more year. You should make the most of it.” She allured you by sliding a small cupcake with sparkles to try and lure you to agreeing.

You thanked her for the effort but shook your head. You watched Betty throw her head down onto the counter, laughing at her childish tantum. You turned to look over at Harrison, who was just as asmused as the rest of the greasers at the free comedic show.

“Betts, baby. If she doesn’t want a party, then she doesn’t want one.” Harrison called, climbing out of the booth to give Betty a hug.

You looked over your shoulder, feeling a tad guilty on your part for shutting Betty down. You turned to face the pin board, and saw a poster of a drive inn event tomorrow. You instantly ripped the piece of paper and slammed it right in front of Betty, who shot her head up.

“Let’s do this. It’s simple, and they are playing dirty dancing.”

Betty furrowed her eyebrows, picking up the paper. “A drive inn movie? You want to spend your birthday in a car watching dirty dancing?”

“Er.. what’s wrong with dirty dancing, babe?” Harrison argued, removing his touch from Betty’s waist.

You and Harrison exchanged looks, grinning as you both secretly loved watching that romcom. It was the only thing that kept you guys sane when your parents would fight.

“You too? Seriously, Harrison? You are the leader of a motorcycle street gang and you go nuts for Patrick Swayze?”

“He even wanted to be him.” You laughed, receiving a glare from Harrison.

“I told you that in confidence.” He frowned before snatching the cupcake from you.

Betty exchanged looks to the both of you, watching as you both squirm for the cupcake.

“You both do realise that there’s a whole fresh batch of cupcakes right behind you?” Betty teased, crumbling the paper and aimed for the trashcan.

“Betts. I love you, I do but, can we just go to the drive inn? Please? I just don’t want to make a big deal out of this…”

Betty huffed, accepting defeat. “Fine, okay. I’m still dressing you up though.”

“Nothing too flashy. I want to be comfortable..” You grinned, as you took apart your apron.

“I’m taking my break. Have fun.” You said, and left Harrison and Betty to have a mindless argument about dressing you up.

While you sat on the low wall, swaying your legs back and forth admiring the nature around you. You always loved taking breaks, as being stuck in a diner and surrounding yourself with different artificial smells it could really drain you. As you bit into your sandwich, you saw a freshly waxed green mustang park right in front of you. You could hear their words slur out of their mouth. You just chuckled in amusement, as they were struggling to climb out of the car.

As you passed your eyes, locking onto one face. You noticed that he changed so much, he was broader and looked a bit cleaner than before. Charlie and yourself went way back, first crush and first friend before Betty came along. He was born a greaser but, once his mother remarried, he had no choice to follow. You were sad at first, cried almost every night that your one friend had gone and left you here. But, as time went on, he was just a distant memory to you and seeing him now, was starting to change and you didn’t like it.

“Long time not talk, y/n.” Charlie said, walking up to you. You didn’t engage with him, and took another bite of your sandwich.

“Still the same as I left ya.” He grinned, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“Charlie.” You said, flicking his hand away. “Are you still trying to be a shark? We both know that you still have grease on your hands.”

The other two boys looked at Charlie, struggling to understand your claim. You instantly catched on, hatching a little plan to provoke them.

“You boys didn’t know that Charlie was a greaser? He was all for the Danny Zuko vibes. Isn’t that right, Char.”

He grunted, shaking his head as he tried to put on a front. “A word, please.”

You happily accepted, wiggling your hands to the others before Charlie forced you to follow him. “What you playing at, y/n?”

“I’m just telling them the truth.” You spat. “You shouldn’t be ashamed of where you came from.”

“I’m not. I was a kid. I don’t even remember anything.” He said, scrunching his nose.

“Don’t lie to me. You remember everything.” You said, gently pushing him.

“I was 12. I didn’t even know that my life would change. I didn’t ask to be rich, we had to get out of there.” Charlie explained, keeping his voice low so the others don’t hear him.

“It hurt you know. Watching your best friend just leave. It was harder to watch you see me as a stranger, every time we passed in the halls. It hurt.”

“You seem to be pretty fine now. You got yourself a questionable fella.”

“What fella?” You asked, regretting it instantly.

Charlie sniggered a laugh, dusting the dirt off your shoulders. “Oh sweet naive little lamb. You don’t think I know about your little affair with Tom?”

“He is a friend. There’s nothing going on.”

“A friend?” He laughed, whistling his friends to come over. “I don’t think Tom would call you that.”

“Charlie, stop playing.” You hissed, watching his friend circle you. “This is ridiculous. He is my brother’s best friend.”

“Then, watching him get beaten up because of one comment about you really signifies, friend.”

You paused, retracing the night that they referred to. “It was you? You did that to him?”

“Ah, she remembers. I’m guessing your friend came over to yours after? Hm? Did you patch him up like you used to do with me? I’m guessing he gave you a little reward for being such a good minx.” He paused for a moment, watching you squirm in his touch.

“Did you feel his needs? Being a little who--” You cut him off with a spit.

Charlie, piked up a laugh. “You fucking bitch.” He said before colliding his hand to your face. Moments after Charlie felt the stinging sensation in his hand, he realised what he did. He immediately let you go. His feet froze, disgusted to even look down at his hand.

“Drop dead.” You whispered, walking away from him.

His thoughts were snapped when he saw a Yamaha YZF R1 09-16 Arrow Exhaust skirt up in front of you. He had a bunch of roses strapped to his side but they instantly dropped when he made contact with you.

You were hurt and Tom detected that instantly, which made something flutter inside of your stomach.

Tom ran to you, pulling you into a tight hug as you cried into his chest. He turned his head, making eye contact with the same boy who jumped him the other week. He watched as the other boys got into the car, driving away leaving Charlie to defend himself.

“Sprout? What happened?” Tom whispered, but you didn’t say anything. You shudder your hand towards the sharks and Tom didn’t need an explanation he knew exactly what happened.

You felt a sudden rush of coldness when Tom parted from you. You scrutinized Tom’s chase, trembling nervously that he would be wounded again. “Tom, just leave it.” You yowled, as you began to run after him.

“Listen to your girl…” Charlie stammered, trying out to run Tom.

But, Tom’s anger and frustration only got stronger. “What the fuck did you do?” Tom exasperated, tackling him to the floor. Tom aggressively grabbed Charlie by his polo shirt, and threw a punch to his nose.

“It was an accident. I didn’t mean too…” Charlie begged, covering his face but Tom was too quick for the boy.

“An accident? What did you do?” He growled, slamming his body onto the floor.

Charlie didn’t say anything, he kept quiet.

“Did you not fucking hear me? I said, what did you do.” Tom teethed, kicking his ribs. “Look familiar aye? You like that” He laughed, continuing his action. “Where’s your fucking pussy now?”

“ENOUGH, TOM.” You screamed, trying to pull him back. “He’s had enough.”

Tom kept to his feet, shaking his knuckles. “You fucking sharks think it’s okay to come into our area, cause trouble and think you can get away from it? If you ever think, see or speak about her. I’ll find you and finish you off.” He threatened, colliding his fist to Charlie’s face once more before letting him go.

“Pathetic.” Tom mumbled and turned to face you.

“Are you okay? Let me see…” Tom’s voice softened, brushing his hand against your cheek. You winced at his touch, granting the tears immunity to race down your cheek.

“I’m so sorry. I should have been here fast enough. If only I came a bit early this wouldn't have happened.” Tom frowned, pulling you into his chest.

“It’s not your fault.. it’s mine for pushing Charlie’s buttons.”

“Don’t you dare blame yourself for a man hitting you. No man should be violent towards a girl, it’s not right.”

“He mentioned you and said some things and I-- ” You stammered, but Tom assured you that you didn’t need to explain.

“It’s okay, princess. It’s okay.” Tom hushed, rocking your body back and forth. In his embrace, the pain for a moment stopped. You felt your body press in, soft and warm. Tom’s dirty white t-shirt smelt like home, and weirdly this is the love she explained to Charlie. You inwardly thanked Tom for scaring them off, pressing a soft kiss to his chest in which Tom smiled. Once you calmed down, you released yourself from his embrace wiping the runned down mascara off your face.

“I should get back in.. Betty is probably worried.”

Tom shook his head, “No. I’ll take you home. I’ll text Haz.”

“You sure?”

“Positive.” He said, planting a small kiss to your head. “Go get on the motorcycle.”

You did as you were told, something Tom loved seeing. You walked towards the parked vehicle and felt your shoe stomp on a bouquet of roses.

“Tommy.. What are these?” You said, picking them up.

Tom looked up from his phone and groaned at the roses. “They were supposed to be for you but they got ruined. I’ll buy you new ones.”

“No. I like it. Thank you, Tommy.”

He grinned, shoving his phone into his pocket. “You ready?”

“As I will ever be.”

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The daylight had dwindled to a barely perceivable lighting that made this thing between Tom even more confusing. Each wall had something to do with bikers, art and a small little note that was above his headboard. You squint your eyes, using your arm as a ladder to see the familiar note.

Tom was too occupied with his console to even look over at what you were doing. You slowly read the note, cringing at the words that were written. You tried to read the sentence but the writing was slightly disformed.

“When life gives you lemonade, make lemons. Life will be like whaaaat?” Tom said, grinning at the tv. After he heard your laugh, he automatically closed the tv, and fell back into his covers.

“How did you know?” You laughed, situating yourself next to him.

“You always used to forget the saying, so one day i made you write it down. And, I guess i just left it there because strangely, over time it made sense.”

You suddenly began to fall shy, not evening responding to Tom’s statement. You stared up into his wall, closing your eyes to take in everything that was unravelling. Your heart was thumping, and your hands were clammy which made everything vertigo.

Tom, luckily was occupied with his phone to notice your contemplating mind. You trace your thoughts back to Charlie’s comment, repeating the words over and over, as you didn’t take in the claim properly before.

Your tummy turned and twisted in excitement but your brain died it down, as it couldn’t handle more complications to this situationship you have with Tom. It wasn’t confirmed, nor labelled which made sense since Tom said he needed to figure things out. You were an impatient person, and it had been two weeks since Tom fingered you.

You really didn’t need clarification on Charlie’s statement but, if Charlie was right, you were ready to risk everything because if Harrison taught you anything it was that, if someone is willingly to fight for you, they are worth the hassle.

“Tommy? Can I ask you something?” You queried, modifying your body so it was facing Tom’s.

He mirrored your movement. “Anything.”

“Was Charlie the one who beat you up the other week? And, don’t lie to me…”

He didn’t say anything.

“What did he say?” You bit your lip with anticipation.

Tom bit his lip, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “He made a comment about you and I couldn't let him take it.”

You slowly turn his body back to its original position, letting Tom sink into his sheets. He furrowed his eyebrows as you positioned yourself on his lap. You slowly place your palms on his chest, watching him unriddle your actions.

“Sprout, whatcha doing?” Tom whispered, and glances at your hands roaming down his bare chest. You wiggle yourself lower, tugging on his black belt.

“Just let me thank you.” You whispered, leaning down and placing small gentle kisses all of his chest, kissing more intently as you made it to his collarbone. You begin to suck on his skin which earnt Tom’s hands, find his way to your ass, and grips it lightly.

“You don’t have to thank me like this. I wouldn’t mind a simple bolognese..”

“I know but, I want to.”

Tom didn’t fight it anymore, he simply allowed himself to distress and only let out a handful of words.

You snickered a laugh, and commended him for surrendering. “I’m going to take care of you.” You begin to tackle his chest, again and allow your tongue to slowly move south. Tom bit his lip and his breath got heavy as he watched you with pure need, groaning at the movement of your tongue and praising words.

You stare at him, contemplating to tease him or not. Out of his bravery, you removed his jeans, along with his boxers and watched his dick spring out. You rub your thighs together and tie your hair in a ponytail. You licked your lips, looking at his huge length. Tom just shrugged, and glanced at the nerves “You got this, baby.” Tom promised, giving you a little wink of assurant.

You nod, and without warning you swoop your mouth around his member, trying to decide the best motion to start from. Tom’s teeth clenched as he restrained himself from getting in control. Out of practice, Tom’s hips rocked with anticipation whenever you swirl your tongue around his length.

You notice Tom’s restraint, and unsteady hands and look up at him, seeing him squirm. With respect, you pushed your hands into his inner thighs, and took more of him.

“Fuck.” Tom cried out in pleasure, as your mouth took him perfectly. You moan with pleasure at his reaction, and force his hips to thrust. You never really were an active person, this was probably your first time ever going all the way. You closed your eyes and began to bob your head slowly up and down his length, swirling your tongue around his tip as Tom tried to place his hands in your hair.

Tom bit his lip, looking down at you as you worked on his member, his breathing heavily, as his eyes rolled back. You stare at his reaction, feeling fulfilled with your technique. You moan lovingly onto his length, causing him to thrust up into you, you whimper but immediately adjust, allowing him to push further back. You closed your eyes, and tried to obtain his movement, not wanting to disappoint him.

You moan onto his cock, and feel his legs shake out of dismay to release. You give him an assuring nod, allowing him to realise his cum inside you. You surprisingly swallow all he gave you. Tom gave you a minute to adjust yourself, wanting to not rush you. You slowly let Tom’s length out of your mouth, and maneuvered your body to the bed nuzzling your head into his neck.

“You did so good baby.” Tom whispered, quickly pulled his boxers up and wrapped his arms around you. You didn’t respond which scared Tom but the minute he heard your soft snores, he only smiled.

“Happy birthday, sprout.”

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“I don’t technically like how short this skirt is... Harrison is going to kill me, well you.” You cringed at the looks given by boys half your age. You stay relatively close to Betty, securing your purity.

“I think you look beautiful.”

You rolled your eyes at her compliment. “Well that’s biased because you are the one who dressed me.”

Betty signed, darting her eyes around to see if she can spot Harrison and Tom. “Do you see them?”

You shook your head, and held your skirt close to your skin before pointing them out. Betty signed, pulling your arm as she spotted the two boys at the far end of the screen.

“And here’s the birthday girl.” Harrison praised, opening his arms for a warm embrace. You gave him a small smile, watching his gaze fixated on your outfit. Harrison turned to Betty and she innocently shrugged, giving him a small kiss to his temple.

“What the fuck is she wearing?”

“An outfit. It looks perfect.” Betty nudged, and turned to face Tom who was relatively quiet. “Doesn’t she look great, Tom?”

It took Tom some time to actually get a full view on your figure. He had never seen you like this, it was always shorts and a hoodie. He wasn’t complaining but, he did feel a tight twitch in his lower half, securing his hands over his jeans to hide the actual truth. He honestly was in a pickle of how to respond to Betty’s question. There wasn’t a right answer so Tom just nodded, and moved uncomfortably in his seat.

He tried to avoid eye contact by watching the adverts on the screen, and occasionally watched what others were up too. Overtime, Tom’s warmth was suddenly stolen by your figure, as you found your spot next to him.

Tom didn’t say much, and gave you a small wave.

“I hope this is okay… I can go sit with Harrison.” You whispered not wanting him to feel uncomfortable. You knew Tom couldn’t express his true feeling of your outfit, but he never really gave you a sign that he liked it either.

“No. Stay.” He mumbled, as he watched a few of the greasers give you a look. “People keep looking… Why did Betty dress you up like that?”

You shrugged, “You don’t like it?”

“No no. Fuck, you look fucking beautiful. I just took me off guard…”

You nodded, not really knowing how to respond.

“Sprout, trust me. If Harrison wasn’t here” He muttered, and you just squeezed his hand tight.

“I get it. You don’t need to stress yourself out.” You laugh, squeezing his hand tight. Tom nodded, looking straight ahead at the screen. He gradually came out with an idea to take a good look at you without it being creepy or suspicious. When Tom was about to place his hand on your thigh, Harrison peeped over so you quickly swatted his hand away.

“So, Y/N. How are you liking your birthday so far?” Harrison finally made a comment, just when the film was about to start.

“Ask me when the movie is over.” You whispered, taking the popcorn off Tom’s lap. Tom pouted, and watched the lights go down. He noticed that every couple was either cuddling or making out. He turned his head to see Harrison and Betty already eating each other's faces which results in the two of you throwing popcorn at them.

“The audacity people have to disrespect Patrick Swayze.” You said, stuffing your mouth with a handful of popcorn.

“So lady like.” Tom laughed, and copied your movement. As the movie kept playing, you noticed the soft glances you gave each other. You slowly moved your hands intertwined with his, watching a coy smile grow as he pulled you closer to him. You both were thankful that it was dark, and the majority of the people were occupied. It felt like the two of you were in your own world, where time was your friend.

“We are probably going to head back home… Betty isn’t exactly feeling well.” Harrison lied through his teeth. You knew they just wanted to fuck and didn’t want to ruin your birthday.

“Get well soon.” You winked, knowing exactly the reason. Betty waved off the two of you, giggling at the fast movement Harrison was taking.

“And then there were two.” You hummed, and placed your head on his shoulder. He relaxed himself, letting you get cosy in his embrace. You both sat there awkwardly, watching the movie play. When a song began to play, Tom redirected his hand to your thigh. He gently began to rub circles into your inner thigh, smiling normally at the screen.

You bit your lip, feeling the slight moisture in between your legs. You hitch a moan, not wanting Tom to hear or even think you were aroused but a single touch. “You wanna go somewhere warmer? I have my car parked right at the back…” He whispered, and you nodded.

“It is getting a little chilly.” You laughed, excusing yourself from the seats. You and Tom, still hand in hand walked across the lot admiring the quietness of the drive inn.

Tom twirled you around, and you gave him a full show of your legs. Tom licked his lips as he spotted the lacey black underwear under your skirt. You knew how much he liked that colour on you, and you also knew that something was going to happen.

When you both reached the car, Tom immediately slammed your body against the car, and crashed his lips on yours. He didn’t even care at this point, he just wanted to show you how ravishing you looked and what it did to him.

“Open the door.” He grunted, against your mouth, not even bothering to take his lips away from yours, his tongue leaves only to see how long he could form his words. Your brain wasn’t even functioning at this point, other than the feeling inside you, wanting him. After a long second, Tom realises that his demand wasn’t obeyed. “Open the door, Y/N.” Again, but with a more husky voice. He kept his hands firmly on your hip, not allowing you to move as he fiddles with your hand for the keys. He removes his lips away from you, opening the door to pull you inside.

The car’s horn beeped, and headlights blipped as you both stumbled to the back seat. Your ass landed straight onto the cold mental of the seatbelt, and he bumped his head on the roof. Before you even got comfy, Tom loomed over you, manhandling your body to rest on the seats. He quickly slammed the door shut, and watched you undress. Tom’s eyes were fixated on your bare skin, licking his lips as he devoured the look of your breasts out in the open. You were lucky that he wasn’t ripping your clothes apart but, Tom didn’t hesitate at all rip your panties off you. He went down on you, with lustful eyes and kissed you. His kisses always started so soft but from the teasing you were given him, he wasn’t at all going to go easy on you. Without any warning, he shoved two full fingers inside your heat, feeling the walls clench around his fingers.

“You are so tight.” He growled, pumping his fingers in and out of you. You gripped on the front car seat, moaning his name as you felt another finger slip easily inside you.

“I’m gunna make you feel so good. Gunna make sure everyone knows you are mine.” He smirked, and watched you thrust against his fingers.

He grinned, and grabbed a hold of your left boob, massaging it with ease.

“Tommy.” you moaned, grinding down onto his fingers. “Please”

With a smirk, Tom went faster, blocking out the whimpers.

“Please what?”

“I need you” You whined, and Tom abruptly takes his fingers out, watching you cool down, and shoves his fingers back inside you.

“God, you are taking me so well.” He muttered against your skin, leaving you several love bites.

“‘M gunna.” You pant but he abruptly takes his fingers out of you, and moves his face so he was buried between your face.

“Hold on, sprout. I wanna taste you.” He mumbled, and you allowed him. You moaned loudly, arching your back when he ran his tongue down your folds, slow and teasing at first. He had never eaten you out before, so he wanted to do it right. He made you hitch your breath as he flicked and coiled with his tongue and use his hands to hold your body down. Tom continued to tease you, earning himself a strong gripped to his hair. Luckily he didn’t gell it, he thought as he grasped a moan.

Tom made sure to keep his dark eyes on you, wanting to watch you take him. He swirled his tongue around your folds, sucking gently on your sensitive heat. Tom could feel himself getting harder, with all the little moans and movements, you were driving him insane. Neither of you notice that within starting your rendez-vouz the window of the car had fogged up, turning the glass window into a pale dusty gray, dripping with moisture from the condensation.

With a teasing smile, Tom buried his tongue inside you, making you scream a loud moan; he knew you had a sweet spot, and soon enough invited his fingers to take care of your spot. You gripped harder onto his hair, buckling your hips while you walls clenched on his fingers and your cum was eagerly eaten by Tom.

He pulled away, licking his lips and moved his lips to yours so you could have a taste.

“God you taste so sweet. I wish I did this early.” He grinned, praising you for how well you took him.

“Tommy, I want to ride you.” You whispered, and watched Tom’s eyes light up like a child at christmas. He nodded, and helped you up.

Without so much of a warning, he roughly pulled onto his lap, and his grip found your hips. He awkwardly pushed his jeans and boxers down to his ankles; you gaze at his hard length, moaning loudly as the tip grazed your pussy.

“What’s the matter, pretty girl? You want to ride it that badly?”

You bit your lip, nodding eagerly. “I do.”

It was hard for Tom to contain his growl that escaped his throat when you answered him clearly. Without even a second of hesitation, he aided you in lining yourself up before he let out a loud, pleasuring, curse when you went down on him. You found your arms gripping his shoulder as you began to slowly grind your hips, getting familiar with his size.

“Fuck, you are taking me so well.” He praised quietly. “You look so fucking good riding me, sprout.” He coyed, harshly thrusted more of his length inside you.

You didn’t want to let out loud moans, or screams just in case someone comes, so you dropped your head against his neck, and even though you were begging him for more, the moans that escaped your lips were loud enough for the stars to hear you.

You could feel Tom’s smug smile, burning into your skin, as he titled his head to the side and nipped at your skin, leaving bright hickeys everywhere whilst he took a fist of your hair , tugging it harshly, whilst his other hand firmly on your hip. You were getting close, you could feel another orgasm coming through as Tom roughly thrusted into you, not even wanting to ever stop you from riding him. He enjoyed it too much for it to end so soon.

“I’m close, Tommy.”

Tom growled at the nickname but also knowing you were about to cum, he harshly buckedup his lips, untangling his hand from your hair in order to allow himself, again, to play with your clit. He continued to praise you, telling you sweet things in your ear. You weren’t sure how much you could take it, but for you to be screaming his name, whilst you clenched around him. You both were so close, and as you both came simultaneously together you pressed your hand against the steamed- up window as Tom’s began to return from his high.

He slowly helped you off him, settling you down on the seat. He grabbed the spare blanket he had in his boot, and wrapped it around your body. He lifted you up and placed you in his chest.

“You looked so beautiful when you were riding me, sprout.” He whispered, kissing your cheek. “You did so well. I don’t think I have ever had someone ride me that well.” He smirked, running his hand down your arm.

You didn’t say anything due to the exhaustion of your moans and screams. In the silence, there was warmth. The light radiated your bodies, tracing them effortlessly. Biting your lip, you felt the brawny aroma scrape your sensitive skin, causing a slight hiss to escape.

You blushed, grinning as you turned to face him. You fell deeply into his eyes counting the small freckles on his face. You were both still silent, not a word was spoken. You both, somehow, felt what the other was feeling with just eye contact.

“Tommy?”

He quietly hummed, too fixated on tracing the bridge of your nose to even concentrate.

“What are we?” “Whatever you want us to be.”

The grating reality of yourself and Tom ever being together desist your response. It was something you’ve been longing for but the probing of guilt caused your body tense, breaking the affinity you both just shared.

Tom easily felt disquiet when he saw you sit up, and couldn’t help but sympathize with you. “Sprout…?” He softly called, trying to pull you back into his embrace. “What’s got you all worked up? Did I do something?”

“You did everything perfectly, that’s the problem.”

Tom was addled in the reply. He still continued to stroke your arm, as it got you through many things before.

“I’m not following, princess. I thought you wanted this? I thought you wanted us?” Tom croaked, feeling slightly uneasy by the sudden change of heart.

“I do. I just can’t help but think about Haz. What he would do to you? I don’t want this to cause a war between you too. You are both important to me, and I can’t hurt the other without hurting another.”

He swept your body onto his lap to commiserate you. He brought your hair back, and flicked away loose strands of hair before brushing a thumb to cease a tear from falling on a perfect night. You divert your attention to his loose chain wrapping the metal around your fingers to stable your heart from bursting.

Tom raised your chin with a single finger, pressing a small peck to your lips. “It was bound to happen, angel. I don’t think we could have fought this affection any longer. I can’t even sleep without thinking about you. You made me feel things that I never thought someone could do to me. Those days where you were mad at me were torture. It felt wrong not annoying you at dawn about coffee, it felt weird not helping you with a math problem and it felt like everything was falling apart when you weren’t somehow near me. I know I haven’t been the best at showing my apology, but, the things you got me feeling, it opened something for me. It made me want to do better and not just with you but, life itself. You are that invisible string that I can’t seem to let go.” He paused, as he slowly placed his forehead against yours.

“Let me love you like you deserve to be loved. I will ease it slowly to Harrison in time but, in the meantime, let’s see where this night will take us. If getting kicked out of the gang, and losing certain privileges for loving you, so be it. I have you and that’s what truly matters at the end of the day. I’m not losing you again, sprout.”

The fidelity of Tom’s words loiter in your mind. You soaked up every word that left his lips, and caressed his cheek. The water in your eyes felt calm, and reassuring that you had someone who cared for you. You inclined your body to converge to his own, and intimately trailed your thumb over his lip before kissing him again.

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[multi-fandomfuckboy]

Freedom (Greaser!Peter Parker x Reader AU)

Author's Note: This was originally posted on my other blog but I am moving it here to consolidate.

Request: hi doll i was wondering if i could request a kinda greaser!peter parker au? like he saves you from your dick boyfriend and idk fluffy shit lmao sorry if this prompt sucks

A/N: I was watching Stranger Things when I wrote this… oops

Word Count: 2,109

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4...

Ever since you were a kid, you felt like you were supposed to be doing something more. Like there was more that needed to be said, but you never got the chance. As time went on, you pressed the feeling deep within yourself, becoming someone else entirely. In this day and age, women were expected to look and act a certain way. The feeling in your gut was always pulling you away from those ideas, prompting you to be more. But you never gave them a chance, too scared of what people would think. So you swallowed your heart, you wore the dresses and skirts and makeup. You went to the dances, and parties, you smiled and laughed and flirted. And when the captain of the football team asked you out, the only thing to do was say yes. Even though you played the part, the feeling never left, it sat in your gut - an idle threat.

Now, here you stood, on the arm of the star quarterback, Jake Moore, every girl wishing they could be you, you wishing you could be anyone else but yourself. The arm slung over your shoulder felt like it was crushing you, the feeling in your gut twisted and wiggled up your spine, making it feel like you couldn’t breathe. The party going on, seemed to rotate around you, like you were in the eye of the storm. Your head began to swim, as the noise of the party washed over you, everyone was smiling and laughing, no one knowing that the smile on your face was killing you inside.

The heavy atmosphere felt like it was crushing you, making it harder and harder to breathe, the feeling in your guts twisted and tightened. You couldn’t focus, it was all too much. Trying your best to put on a convincing smile, you pulled away from Jake and his friends.

“I’m just going to get a drink.” you explained as you turned to walk away. A sharp smack hit your rear as you passed Jake, followed by howling laughter.

“Hurry back babe.” you swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, and continued walking. The party was taking place at one of your schoolmates houses, most were congregated around the pool, but the drinks were stored further into the yard, hidden at the edge of the woods that surrounded the property. The further away from the main house you got, the fewer people there were, finally reaching the drink table, you understood why, all of the beers and wine coolers previously set out were gone, it was to be expected at a party this size. You were fine with it though, you didn’t actually come here to get a drink, you just needed an excuse to get away.

Finally away from the hoard of warm bodies, the cold night air soothed your feverish skin, and filled your lungs. You stood there for a moment, just letting the night wash over you, the sounds of the party muffled in the distance. Calming down enough, you felt a chill creep up your spine, causing goosebumps to pull at your skin. Breathing into your hands and rubbing them together you realized just how cold you had gotten while standing out there. You noticed a dark jacket slung over the back of a lawn chair, and walked over picking it up, you looked around to make sure the owner was nowhere in sight before slinging the material around your shoulders. Relishing the warmth it provided you wrapped your arms around yourself enveloping yourself in the leather jacket.

Turning you sat down in the lawnchair. Away from the party, you could see the night sky clearly, leaning your head back you looked up at the clear night sky, the stars twinkling so high above. They looked so free up there, you wished for a moment that you could be one of them, not one of them was like the other, each different and uncaring what humans think of them.

“They’re beautiful, huh?” a voice whispered next to your ear. You nearly jumped out of your skin, shrieking as you fell off the lawnchair landing on the grass. You blinked up at the person who had scared you, trying to focus on their face in the darkness, at first you didn't recognize him as he stood there chuckling lightly, his hands stuffed casually in his jean pockets. He stepped around the lawn chair and offered a hand to you. From what you could tell, in the limited lighting, he was very handsome, with a lengthy build, and the clothes that he wore were simple, but fit his body well, from his white t-shirt to his black high-tops.

“Sorry about the scare doll, I just couldn't help myself.” he rubbed the back of his neck with his other hand. You hesitantly took the hand that he offered you, letting him pull you up. Finally getting a good look at his face, you couldn’t help but feel like you knew him. “My names Peter, Peter Parker.” he introduced himself. Then it struck you, this was THE Peter Parker. No wonder he looked so familiar, you had heard enough about him from the jocks, he was a greaser, not just any greaser though, the most hated greaser by all of the jocks. He had been pointed out to you once or twice by Jake, who warned you to stay away from him, so you had never had the opportunity to actually meet him. You thought that he would be scarier up close, but were surprised by the seemingly genuine smile that caressed his face, showing off his dimples and making his eyes sparkle in the darkness.

He smiled sheepishly, running a hand through his slicked back hair, musing it slightly. How could he be the top rival of the jocks? He was impossibly cute.

“I’m (Y/N).” you responded, pulling the leather jacket tighter around you, returning his smile hesitantly. His smile faltered slightly but stayed in place, as he took your hand again and shook it.

“Jake’s girl, right?” he asked, placing his hands back into his pockets. The feeling in your gut returned at his words. Gritting your teeth you looked away pressing your lips into a thin line only nodding slightly in response.

“Something like that…” you ground out. Peter was struck by the harshness of your words. From what he knew about Jake, he could only assume the girl that was dating him would be beautiful and as shallow as him. And well, he knew you were beautiful, but the strength he heard in your voice was striking. And here you stood, on the outskirts of a party, wearing his leather jacket, it contrasted with the light pink dress you wore. Suddenly waves of jealousy surged in him. How could someone like you end up with someone like Jake?

“So what are you doing here?” he asked, trying to get your attention again. You glanced back at him, he offered you a light smile.

“I just needed some air…” you answered keeping your arms crossed over your chest, feeling the night wind blow across your calves, you were thankful for the warmth the jacket provided. Looking at Peter you realized how cold he must be, what was he doing out here without a jacket, was he crazy? “Where is your jacket? It’s freezing out here?” a smile split his face once again and he chuckled shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“Well actually you’re-”

“What the hell is going on over here?” an angry voice cut him off. Before you knew what was happening, you were grabbed roughly by the arm and yanked back, you slammed into someone's chest, the air being knocked from your lungs. The smell of alcohol stung your nose, causing your eyes to water. Looking up, you were met with a very drunk Jake. “I said, what the hell are you doing (Y/N)!?” he yelled in your face, his grip tightening on your arm. You cringed, too shocked to respond. His eyes darted to Peter then back to you. “I told you to stay away from him!” as he looked down at you, his eyes caught on the jacket around your shoulders. The garbed the material balling it in his fist he ripped it off of you, rage filling his eyes. “You hanging with greasers now? You wearing his jacket? What the fuck is this? Are you with him now?!” it was then that you noticed the red needle work on the sleeve of the jacket that read “Peter Parker”. You gapped, trying to find a way of explaining this that would calm the situation.

“It’s not like that Jake! We were just talking!” Jake’s fingers dug into the now exposed flesh of your arm causing tendrils of pain to shoot up your arm. “Jake you’re hurting me! Let go, you’re drunk!”

“Don’t lie to me! You fucking bitch! You’re screwing him aren’t you!?” he released your arm, but there was no relief, as the back of his hand came down on your face. Your head jerked to the side, your knees going weak, you fell to the ground. The taste of blood filled your mouth as your head swam. Rage filled Peter's veins as he lunged across the grass tackling Jake to the ground. Kneeling over him, Peter sent fist after fist into the jock’s face. When he finally came to his senses he pulled himself off of him, standing over him, he looked down at the bloody face of Jake Moore. This wasn’t going to end well… he flexed his hand, feeling the sting of fresh cuts over them.

You wiped at your face, your hand coming back covered in blood, some of it dripping from your face onto your dress. Peter turned at the sound of you sniffling, and rushed to your side. He fell to his knees in front of you, taking your face in his hands, his eyes wide with concern.

“Are you okay? Anything broken?” he asked, his eyes searching your face, looking for any other injuries. You shook your head slightly. He reached into his back pocket, and pulled out a cloth, pressing it gently against your busted lip.

“Peter, your hands…” you mumbled seeing them red and raw. He simply chuckled and continued to dab at your lip.

“I’ve had worse, doll. Don’t worry about it” the commotion Jake made must have caught one of the party goers attention, because as the news spread through the crowd, you could see a large group of football players making their way towards you. Peter bit his lip and turned to you weighing his options before deciding that it was a better idea to get you out of here, than to stay and fight. Grabbing his jacket from the ground he wrapped it around your shoulders before sliding his arm around your waist and helping you to your feet.

“We better get a move on, I don’t think I would be able to take on the entire team, especially with your pretty face distracting me.” Peter said, chuckling softly as he quickly pulled you into the hoard of bodies, planning on losing the jocks in the crowd. Finally reaching the parking lot, you heard the football players close on your heels. “We gotta run.'' Peter said, taking your hand and sprinting across the parking lot to where his motorcycle was parked. You loved the feeling of your legs burning as you ran. Getting on the bike you quickly put on the helmet Peter handed you, wrapping your arms around his waist, Peter sped out of the parking lot, the jocks left in the dust. As you traveled down the road you suddenly became aware of the warmth burning in your stomach. You loved the feeling of the wind stinging your cheeks, and of your dress blowing, and your hair whipping around your face. You felt free. With your arms wrapped around this boy, once thought to be the enemy, who saved you, not just from your boyfriend, but from a life that was slowly killing you from the inside out.

A smile broke out on your face, at this realization, a genuine smile that hadn't been there in a long time. The smile pulled at the cut on your lip, but you couldn't care less, the pain was nothing compared to the freedom you felt in that moment. And for the first time in a long time you laughed, and yelled, into the night, loud and uncensored. You were finally free. Free to be yourself.

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Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4...

[rednights]

y’all I have my first series in planning 😌‼️

[chaoticpete]

SO I got this idea last night for a 1950s/1960s AU and I was looking up research.

Of course I had to look up The Outsiders and then it hit me

Either I was just very tired b u t

PONYBOY KIND OF LOOKS LIKE SAM HOLLAND????

Like I’m not crazy right???

Can I get others opinions on this please? 😂😂

[hilllsnholland]

Greaser!tom being protective of his girl (innocent reader) even saying “my girl”

GIRL! I love Grease and The Outsiders so this is my shit??? Please enjoy as I go overboard 

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The rumble of the jukebox filled the diner as the young teens danced to the new hit song for the week. You sat in a booth with Tom, his leather jacket popped up and his hair quaffed perfectly. He looked like a dark angel, which you loved. Although he looked like a bad kid, he was truly a sweetheart. You played with your almost empty milkshake, your eyes flickering to the drink and back to Tom occasionally. 

“What’s buggin you doll?” Tom asks as he takes a sip of his Coke. 

“Nothing, just hoping my favorite song comes on.” You shrug and look off to the group of girls dancing by the music. 

Tom looks over and nods, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a few quarters. He sets them on the table over to you, giving you a wink. 

“Go put it on next love,” His voice is sweet, unlike how he usually talks to the boys in the group. 

Within his group, he was the leader so he always had to be the hard ass. He was giving out orders, yelling at his brothers, and making sure they fell in line when it mattered. They could all go fuck around, but if the police got involved that’s when Tom snapped. 

“Thanks, baby.” You kiss him on the cheek before leaving the booth. 

You sauntered your way over to the jukebox, your skirt bouncing around you which showed off your perfect legs that Tom loved, and placed the money in the machine. You found your favorite song and put it as the next to be played. After waiting for hours, you’d finally have it. “Hey pretty girl,” A voice says behind you. 

You turn to see a blonde haired jock leaning on the counter next to the jukebox. He was one of the football players from school, a fairly attractive guy but definitely nothing compared to Tom. You try to ignore him but he speaks up again. 

“You’re Y/N? You’re in my English class.” He says again. 

“Yeah, you’re Brett.” You state and try to leave again. 

He wasn’t being aggressive, but you knew Tom got jealous easy. He didn’t like the fact that all the Socs were in love with you and he was thought of the trashy Greaser who stole you away. That’s what Tom thought anyway, and he was steaming as he saw Brett leaning over you, his face so close to yours. 

“I really wanted to ask you to the Spring Formal, but you’re always with that loser Holland.”

“He’s not a loser, he’s my boyfriend.”

Brett scoffs, leaning closer to you, his hand now placed on your hip and pinning you to the counter space behind you. Tom saw this and everything became red. Before you could even try to resist Brett, Tom was behind him, smashing the coke bottle on the counter and placing the jagged edges up to Brett’s face. The jock jumped back, letting go of you. 

“What the hell man?” Brett yelled. 

“Stay away from my girl.” Tom grunts, shaking the broken in his face. 

Brett says something under his breath but leaves. This would probably come back to bite him in the ass but Tom didn’t care, he wanted to make sure you were safe. Your song began to play over the speaker, which made the tension disappear. 

“You can’t go threatening to stab people with bottle Tommy.” You lecture as he picked up the pieces off the ground. Less work for the employees right? 

“I know darling, but he was hurting you. I was going to let you handle it but he was being so rough.” Tom places a kiss on your head which made you smile. 

“You called me your girl you know.” 

Tom throws the shards of glass into the trash then turns to you. His face remained stiff as if he was saving face for whoever was watching, but you saw through it. He loved you, and you were his. No matter how casual he tried to play it up. 

“Yeah,” He pauses. “You’re my girl and I love you. So what?” 

You could see the pink prickling at his neck in embarrassment. He’s never said he loved you before, but you could tell he meant it. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, your hands caressing his soft cheek. 

“I love you too.” 

[imintoodeeptostop]

Snapshots of yours and Greaser!Tom’s relationship (50s AU)

Disclaimer: none of the images are mine, I simply used them for my edits.

[ackermancurse]

Stay Gold || greaser tom holland

Summary: the 50s. an era of diners, drive in movie theaters, greasers, leather jackets, gelled hair, and rumbles. reader reunites with childhood friend tom holland in her senior year of high school while encountering another childhood friend along the way. when love starts slithering its way into a friendship what will happen to the ragtag group of three? 

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Chapters

chapter one

chapter two

[leiasfanaccount648]

If ur still doing the rare au thing could u do a greaser!tom where some other guy in his gang try to hit on the reader but she’s oblivious and innocent, so she doesn’t realize but Tom gets supper defensive. Love ur writing btw💗💗

Aww thanks, love!

And omg I’m such a sucker for Greaser!Tom you have no idea. I’m gonna have so much fun with this.

So one day after school you’re at the diner to work on some of your math homework. You’re doing an algebra problem when you hear the bell to the door chime. You recognized laughter coming from the enterance as Tom and his groups of greaser friends.

You felt an arm around you, thinking it was Tom, and leaned against them.

“What’cha workin’ on there?”

Your eyes widened and you looked up to see Dylan, the new member of the group that recently joined almost a month ago.

You shrugged, forgetting that his arm was around you (quite used to being around Tom and his friends so much; they were basically family at this point) and gestured to your math book. “Just some homework. Thankfully it’s pretty easy.”

You started working on the problem you were previously on before Dylan used his other hand to point at the textbook. “What kind of math is this?”

“Algebra.”

“Can you teach me some of it?”

For the next minute or so you began to explain an order of operations problem to Dylan. His hand began to rest on your skirt covered knee when a milkshake glass was, quite aggressively, placed on the table.

You looked up, startled, and smiled when you saw your boyfriend. “Hi Tommy.”

You saw the strained/forced smile on his face as he looked to you. “Hi darling.” He turned to look at Dylan with glaring eyes, but you didn’t notice as you went back to working on your homework. “Dylan, you mind if I talk to you outside?”

Dylan tensed up as he nodded and stood up from the booth. Tom watched Dylan head towards the enterance to wait for him before looking down at you with a soft and loving smile. “Got you your favorite, love.” He passed over the milkshake he had earlier slammed down on the table and kissed the top of your head.

You looked up at him and smiled. “Thanks, baby.” You looked over at where Dylan was standing and noticed how scared he looked as he glanced between the floor, Tom, and the other members of the gang that were glaring at him disapprovingly. “Everything alright?”

Tom nodded. “Yeah, just gotta talk with the newbie.” He leaned down and pecked your lips, making you smile. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

During the next 10 minutes or so you continued to work on your math homework before moving onto your English packet that was due later in the week. Eventually Tom came back and sat next to you in the booth. The others joined you guys at the booth as well on the other side.

You looked up and noticed Dylan’s absence. “Where’s Dylan?”

You felt Tom’s arm around you tighten his hold. “He, uh, had to go.”

You continued working on your English packet. “Will he be back?”

Tom’s friends began to laugh to themselves, knowing Dylan’s fate.

“Not for awhile, darling.”

[disney-outsiders-rp]

Meet Bullseye Anderson, a 17 year old Greaser who looks identical to Tom Holland...

Bullseye may have been raised a Greaser, but judging by the happy-go-lucky kid, you would have thought he was given every privilege growing up. Bullseye is one of the rare souls who doesn’t take anything he has for granted, and his rare outlook on life only grew more secure after the death of his parents. Spending time with his siblings is honestly his favorite thing in the world to do, over the last few months though, it’s been darn near impossible to do so. Woody’s too busy working or parenting, while Jessie’s always sneaking away the moment Woody’s back is turned. Despite all this, a smile remains on Bullseye’s face. Nowadays, Bullseye had to rely on himself for entertainment, and on the wrong side of the tracks, that ends only one of two ways: death or crime. Bullseye is starting to get involved with the wrong circles of guys, as his brother would say. It starts with sneaking into the drive-in, snagging a pack of gum here or there, but if Bullseye finds a thirst for crime, this could spell trouble for the Anderson family; especially if he gets caught. If the police catch Bullseye in any illegal activities, he gets placed in the Disney Foster System. Jessie and Woody fight constantly on how to take care of Bullseye and what’s best for him, but if they’re too busy disagreeing to see Bullseye’s attempts at attention, they won’t have to worry about it anymore — he won’t be in their custody.

Woody —> Older Brother Jessie —> Older Sister

Bullseye Anderson is OPEN

[multi-fandomfuckboy]

Freedom Pt. 2

(Greaser!Peter Parker x Reader AU)

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I had trouble getting inspired. But, here it is, I hope it’s not too terrible!

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4...

When Peter finally stopped, pulling the motorcycle into a parking structure attached to a small apartment building, you were half asleep. Your arms were wound tightly around his waist, your body pressed against his back, loving the warmth that radiated from him. Coming to a space next to the stairwell door, Peter stopped the bike, kicking out the stand, before carefully pulling away from you and climbing off the bike. You groaned at the absence of warmth, the cold night air washing over you. You pulled Peter’s jacket tighter around you, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You looked around curiously; you had never been in this part of the city. Your father had always told you nothing came from this side of town but trouble.

“Where are we?” you asked, stretching your arms above your head, a yawn escaping you. Peter chuckled, shoving his keys in his pocket and turning to face you.

“We,” he began, a small smile quirked his lips, bringing his arms around your waist to gently lift you off of the bike, “are home.” Setting you on your feet, he immediately took his arms from around you, but took your hand instead, pulling you to the apartment entrance. From what you had heard your father say about the buildings in this area, you expected the interior of the complex to be dark and hostile. Instead, you were met with a pleasant warmth and the smell of home cooked food. Despite the building being shared by multiple tenants, the atmosphere was more like one large home - welcoming and safe.

You followed behind Peter as he led you up the stairs and through the building. In your drowsy mind, you thought about how nice it would be to live here, with all of these people, unlike how you lived now, alone, in a big house on the upper East Side. You also thought about how nice it was to hold Peter’s hand, though it was just to lead you through the halls, you thought about how warm his hand was around yours and how gently he led you, like you were delicate. It was so different than how Jake would hold your hand - not at all controlling or oppressive. You were jostled from your thoughts when Peter came to a stop outside one of the apartments. The number on the door read “APT. 216.” A screw at the top of the ‘2’ had come off, so the number tilted slightly to the right.

Peter bent down and picked up what looked like a rock from beside the “Welcome” mat. You watched as he flipped it over, taking a key out of the back. You felt a laugh bubble in your throat at the irony of it. Bringing a hand up to hide your smile, you raised an eyebrow at Peter.

“You use a fake rock… in an apartment building?” Peter glanced at you, a light blush on his cheeks, and chuckled sheepishly.

“I know it’s silly, it was my aunt’s idea.” Peter responded, inserting the key and unlocking the door before returning it to its rock. Before he opened the door, he paused and looked at you for a moment. “ Speaking of, she is probably asleep, so we should try and keep quiet.” You nodded in understanding, miming zipping your lips and throwing away the key. Peter smiled again and pushed open the door, pulling you in before silently closing the door. Stepping into the apartment, you were overwhelmed by the smell of pastries and cookies, you couldn’t explain it but it was the type of smell you wanted to wrap yourself up in and never leave. You looked around, noting all the pictures on the walls of Peter and - who you assumed was - his aunt.

Locking the door, Peter turned and took your hand again, quietly making his way to the kitchen. He had told Aunt May he would be home by 10. Glancing at the clock, it read 12:45 AM. He was so dead. He was thankful she was already asleep, he didn’t know how she would react to him bringing a girl home in the middle of the night, but he could assume it wouldn’t be good. Making his way through the kitchen in the dark, he made his way to the fridge, planning on getting some ice for his hands, and (Y/N)’s face. His plan was to have (Y/N) hide in his room, then in the morning he would sneak her out, then wear gloves for the next couple days to hide the bruises on them. Aunt May hated it when he got into fights.

Reaching the fridge, Peter grasped for the freezer handle, then suddenly the room was flooded in light. Hissing slightly at the sudden brightness, he turned to the entryway and saw who had turned them on. Standing in the doorway was a very tired looking Aunt May. She stood in her robe, with her arms crossed over her chest, her fingers drumming on her bicep, the unspoken irritation evident. From where she stood, Aunt May couldn’t see you hidden slightly behind Peter and the fridge.

“Nice of you to join me, Peter.” she said, the anger laced in her words as clear as day. Peter swallowed thickly, feeling (Y/N) squeeze his hand. Aunt May’s slipper clad foot began to tap impatiently on the floor as she waited for Peter to speak.. She narrowed her eyes, as if daring him to make an excuse. Pulling himself together, Peter tried to give an innocent smile. One wrong word and he was done for.

“Hi, Aunt May! I was just uh…” he trailed off dumbly, searching for a way out of this. Her fingers stopped drumming on her arm and her foot fell still as Aunt May let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose and rolling her neck from side to side, trying in vain to ease the tension in her shoulders. She ran a hand over her face, seeming too tired to fight with Peter right now. The smile on Peter’s face fell away, noticing the bags that hung under her bloodshot eyes, he realized just how tired she must be. She had stayed up waiting for him, even though she had work the next day.

“I’m sorry Aunt May. I just… I got caught up in something…” he reached up to rub the back of his neck feeling extremely guilty. As he brought his hand up, Aunt May caught sight of the fresh cuts and bruises on them. Uh oh… wrong move.

“What did I tell you about fighting, young man?!” she half-heartedly scolded him. Peter’s eyes widened, realizing his mistake and quickly burying his hand in his pocket. He opened his mouth to try and explain, but Aunt May quickly cut him off, raising her hand. “Save it! I tell you time and time again, you need to stay away from those boys! Something bad could happen! I don’t need to lose you too!” She walked forward, continuing her rant. “One day someone is going to get seriously-” When her eyes fell on (Y/N), she noticed her bruised face and busted lip; the anger drained out of her, replaced with concern. “Hurt…” she glanced at Peter, who was looking down at his shoes, then back to you. She took in the blood and dirt maring your pink dress and the large leather jacket that covered your arms before finally landing on yours and Peter’s intertwined fingers. She couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“Aunt May this is (Y/N).” Peter introduced you, keeping his head bowed. Fear boiled in the pit of your stomach. You were scared of what she would do. You had no right to be here in her home, especially at this time of night. Glancing at Peter, you took a step forward, feeling that it was unfair for Peter to take the blame for a fight that was your fault.

“I’m sorry Ms. Parker, I was in trouble, and Peter-he helped me.” Tears pricked at your eyes and your voice shook slightly as you spoke ”I-I didn’t mean to involve him, it’s just my boyfriend, he-he was-” Aunt May shook her head, smiling gently and quietly shushing you.

“You don’t need to explain, dear.” The kind smile she offered you chased away your fear. She stepped forward and reached a hand out, cupping the side of your face, her eyes searching over the damage. “The important thing is that you’re both okay.” Her gentle touch soothed your rattled nerves. Removing her hand, she opened the freezer and took out two ice packs, tossing one to Peter, who caught it with one hand, and placing the other in your hand. She smiled once again and chuckled lightly. “I’m sorry you had to see me like this.” She gestured to her robe and slippers, “I would have worn something more presentable if someone would have told me we were having company.” She shot a look at Peter, who smiled sheepishly.

“It wasn’t exactly planned, Aunt May.” Peter said. She only rolled her eyes, taking a step back, she looked over the two of you again.

“Well, there is no helping it now.” She sighed before offering you another kind smile. “Is there anyone I need to call dear? Your parents? To let them know you're okay?” She asked. You blushed, pressing the ice pack to your swollen lip.

“My parents are out of town, there is no one at home.” You answered, praying she wouldn’t make you go home to that place, absent of warmth. The idea of being alone right now rattled you.

“Well, you are welcome to stay here as long as you like,” Aunt May offered, leaning back against the fridge. “I don’t like the idea of you alone after something like this.”

“Me neither…” you heard Peter mumble under his breath, giving your hand another squeeze. Relief washed over you, the fear of being alone was enough to make you dizzy. With everything that happened, you were sure Jake would be coming after you, and he knew where you lived.

“Thank you ma'am, I promise I won’t be any trouble.” Aunt May waved away your concerns, yawning.

“Don’t worry about it dear, if you need anything just ask Peter. I’m going to bed, I have an early shift in the morning.” She grumbled, shuffling over and giving Peter a kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight Peter, goodnight (Y/N).” She mumbled, walking out of the kitchen. Suddenly, you felt beyond tired, like you could sleep for days. Glancing at Peter, you caught his eye, causing the both of you to smile. He gently rubbed his thumb over your knuckles, a small blush on his cheeks.

“Welcome home.”

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Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4...

[delicatetom]

Do you think you could do a Peter Parker x Stark! Reader outsiders!au? I know this is kinda specific, but like a greaser!Peter and soc! Y/n? If its too complicated, i understand! Thank you!

okay i’ve never seen the outsiders but I love the greaser! au so here goes!

your dad was the police chief, anthony stark, and while he loved you with all his heart, that also means he could be very protective. so when you started hanging around with one of the baddest boys in town, peter parker (im sorry I cackled writing that line), your dad was far from impressed. he almost wanted to find a reason to arrest just to keep him away from his daughter, a soc. no matter how much he banned you two from seeing each other, peter would climb out up to your window at midnight every night to be with you. he’d bring you flowers and chocolates, not really know how to be romantic. and despite being a greaser and acting cocky around. his friends, he was a softie with you. he still got nervous around you, blushing and giggling at the slightest touch or compliment. it often made you wonder how on earth he came to be a greaser in the first place.

[cameronspecial]

Greaser!Tom and waitress!reader? He's at an icecream parlor (or whatever you think is best) and he's trying to get the reader to blush and maybe go on a daye with him, but she ends up making him blush and asks him?

I love this idea! I am going to get right on it. I hope you enjoy!

Y/N loves working at the ice cream parlour. Sure it might not pay the best, but she sure loved being able to eat as much ice cream as she’d like. It might be a Greaser hang out, but they rarely bother her and she truly enjoyed serving the families that would come in for a scoop of ice cream. Tom definitely enjoyed a scoop of ice cream from time to time and so did the rest of his gang. So that’s how they found themselves sitting in a booth at the ice cream parlour that Y/N works at. “Hi, I am Y/N and I am going to be your waitress for this evening. Are you ready to order?” Y/N asks the gang with a note pad and pen in her hands. She had been stuck with taking their order because the rest of her co-workers were too scared to take the order of the Greasers, but she wasn’t. Tom didn’t see the normally fear he usually saw in peoples eyes when they talked to him and that amazed him. He loved that she wasn’t scared of him because he found her truly beautiful. He couldn’t help himself with being in a trans by her beauty, but also her smarts. He knows her from school and had seen her reading Jane Eyre, which as he understood, could only be read by people who have an interest in literature. 

He gave her one of his famous smirks and responds, “I would love to order a date with you. If that’s possible, dollface.” Y/N just chuckles and shakes her head. “I am sorry, sweetie, but I can only give you the ice cream I have in that freezer,” she says confidently while pointing at the freezer. For some reason, Tom felt his cheeks flush red when he heard the nickname she had given him and he was in complete awestruck at her confidence. His brothers saw how their brother’s cheek flushed and started teasing him as soon as she went to go take someone else order. “Aww, does Tommy have a little crush on the waitress?” Sam teases his older brother and gave him a brotherly punch. Tom grumbled that he didn’t and he went back to look at the flavours. She soon came back and got their orders, but his gang only had time to eat their ice cream then they had to go. Tom had decided to stay and enjoy the atmosphere of the parlour. Y/N had come back to ask him if he wanted anything else and he decided that he’d try again with the flirting. “If you could get me another scoop of mint chocolate chip that would be great. Maybe with a side of your number, please, darling,” he tried to flirt again, but unfortunately, it didn’t go as planned. “Your flirting is almost as bad as your brother’s hair cut. Has nobody taught him how to take care of his unruly curly hair,” she jokes as she writes down his order and makes her way back to behind the counter. Tom felt his cheeks flush at his failed attempt again. She looks up at him and smiled from where she stood to get his scoop ready. He sees her write something down and he couldn’t help the grin that showed up on his face. She came back with his scoop and while she was placing the scoop in front of him, she put down a napkin beside the bowl and went to get someone else orders. He looked to see what the napkin said and he couldn’t help the smile that found itself on his face. Here’s my number for when you finally get better at flirting. For all the girls you pick up, I’d think that you would be better at it. 

[silly-ghostz]

I have a few OCs I want to write for so I was thinking if you guys were down for reading that shit or not

Please like or Reblog if you want it I’m desperate

[hilllsnholland]

Omg please more greaser!tom it’s so hot

oooooh boi. I love Greaser!Tom so much. So here’s a little something but please request more! 

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The clinking of mental immediately stops as you step into the garage. It smelled like gasoline and sweat, but you had grown to not mind it anymore. Tom peaked his head over his motorcycle and smiles at you. You decided to visit your boyfriend on your free day from school and you knew he’d be working on his bike all afternoon. Tom jumps to his feet, his white shirt cuffed around his bulky arms and his jeans tights on his body. He looked fucking beautiful, his hair gelled back. 

“Hey baby,” Tom takes a clean towel and wipes his hands and face of all oil. “You look beautiful as ever.” 

You stroll over to him, pressing a kiss to his lips. You wanted a quick peck but Tom wraps himself around you, leaning on his bike coolly. There was something about Tom that made you let loose. Although you were not a Soc, you still were a good girl in Tom’s eyes. He didn’t want to corrupt you, but times like this he did. You continue to kiss him hastily, the need for him was growing. Luckily, you had a surprise for your Greaser man. 

“Tommy, I need to show you something.” You tease against his lips. 

“What kind of something?” Tom bites your lower lip and then pulls away with his cocky smirk. 

“A something that’ll need the garage door closed.

Tom instantly perks up, his face lighting up at your flirting. He flips the switch by the door and the room is now closed off from any intruders. Tom goes back to leaning on his bike, waiting for you to do something. 

“Whenever you’re ready Babygirl.” 

You smile, unbuttoning the first button on your navy blouse. Little by little you show off the leather crop top that you had hiding underneath. It was tight and showed off your ample cleavage. You linked your fingers into the top of your skirt and dropped it to the ground, showing off the matching leather skirt that emphasized all your curves. You’ve been planning on showing off this outfit for a special event for Tom, but you were getting anxious and wanted to see his reaction. 

“Babygirl, you looked like a fucking dream.” Tom sighs as his hand travels over your ass, giving it a nice squeeze. “You need to wear this more.” 

You giggle, kissing his jawline and then dipping down to the spot on his neck that made him weak. Only you had this effect on him. You were the only person to make him submit to your control. Tom grips your tight body, letting a moan escape to show that he wants you to dom him. 

“Fuck Babygirl, what are you going to do to me?” He whines. 

You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them innocently. A light sigh leaves your lips as you grab the belt of his tight jeans and tug roughly.

“I’m going to ride you like a motorcycle Tommy.”

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