#i can always reschedule it maybe next month but i don't want to pay again

[astarlightmonbebe]

paid $50 for a remote proctored exam for a 50 minute exam for a stupid application only to have had to log back in like six times, pass security check, then never be taken to my exam, log back in, go through a security check, told to exit the application to fix one thing again and that's 50 minutes of my time gone already...literally gave up because #emotional distress but my money and my application ;-;

[thedaredevilsgirl]

Dear Teacher - Part 2

warnings: teacher and student relationship (The reader is between 19 and 25 years old and please don't get involved with your teachers) angst,fluff, smut (fingering, unprotected sex -Please use a condom- dirty talk)

Word count: 3342 (surely the most I have ever written)

N/A: Hey, many people were asking, so I brought you part two of dear teacher, I hope you like it.I am creating a taglist, message me if you want to be added 💖💖

Part 1

When Tom woke up on Saturday morning he was disappointed to realize that you were no longer there, for a moment he thought that maybe it had all been a dream or just his imagination playing with him, but something inside him knew that no, that the incident had really happened.

"Incident" was how Tom was referring to the whole of Friday night. It had been a bad idea, he knew, meeting you at that bar, inviting you to sit with him, kissing you, taking you to his apartment, and everything that happened after that. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't help it.

MONDAY:

 Tom was nervous. It was the first time he had seen her since Friday and he still didn't know how to handle it.

You walked into the auditorium that morning and it seemed that fate loved to play with you as the two of your gazes met almost instantly, he swallows dryly and you blush before quickly looking away and running to your seat at the back of the room.

 "Good morning everyone" He says starting his class, everyone in the room answers him quickly.

 "Good morning Mr. Holland" Cindy, one of your students, says cheerfully "Looks like you had a great weekend" she points to a small purple spot on your neck, all the students start laughing as soon as she notices it. You sink into your chair, wanting to hide, mortified with embarrassment, remembering very well that you made that mark on Tom who was blushing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Anyway" he huffs loudly taking the students' attention back to class "I've corrected your Brontë sisters' papers, I'm happy to say that we got very good grades, but only one got a top grade, I'll give it back to you Wednesday" he says before continuing his lesson. 

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The class passes slowly, like torture for both of them, they just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. They needed to talk about what they had done, but they were more than happy not to do that today.

"That's all for today, remember to turn in your next paper on Monday and get ready for the debate next month, see you all on Wednesday" he says to everyone as his class ends. Slowly the room starts to empty, but you can't get out as a hand grabs your wrist making you turn to see who it was.

"Y/N" Mike, the boy who had missed your date on Friday was standing there holding your hand "I just wanted to apologize again for not coming on Friday, I didn't mean to ruin your weekend kitten" he apologizes.

"It's okay, really, you didn't ruin my weekend" you answer politely.

"If you want" he says getting closer to you "We can reschedule, I promise I won't cancel this time" he gives you a conquering smile.

Tom settles back in his chair, moving his hands nervously across his lap. He didn't want to hear your conversation, but as soon as he heard no names being called he started to pay attention, he had no right to be jealous, you weren't his girl, but he hoped you wouldn't accept it, you deserved much better than that boy in front of you.

"Mike, I'm sorry, but I can't accept it" You say, trying to be polite and pulling away from him a little.

"Just a date kitten" Tom rolls his eyes from where he was sitting, did he not understand what no was?

"We better just be friends" you dismiss yourself before leaving the room.

"Girls" the idiot says before leaving the room.

TUESDAY:

Thomas only saw you once that day, talking to your friends in the hallways.

He felt your gaze on him, which made his heart beat faster, and when he returned your gaze you looked away, blushing at having been caught in the act.

As he lay in his bed that night, the memories came back, he was beginning to hate it. Avoidance and being avoided, the two of them should talk about what happened instead of pretending not to and acting like children.

WEDNESDAY:

You were pacing back and forth in the hallway, debating with yourself, trying to decide whether or not to go into that office.

This morning, as Tom walked around the room handing out corrected papers to his students, he left his paper on your desk whispering a congratulations before moving on to the next student. You saw the top grade written on the first page and a little yellow post-it note placed there saying "Meet me in my office at 18:00, please".

It was still 17:50, you could still get away from there and that conversation, but you didn't want to, as nervous as you were you knew what you needed to do. You knock on the door and open it just as you hear a "come in" coming from inside.

"You came" he says getting up from his chair and gives you a shy smile.

"You asked..."

"I didn't think you would actually come."

"I think we really should talk Mr. Holland" you says nervously looking down at her own feet so she doesn't have to face him.

"Mister Holland?" He asks "I thought i asked to call me Tom"

"I can't do that"

"I understand" His voice, there was something different in it, hurt perhaps.

A silence fills the room for a few minutes before he begins to speak.

"I'm sorry about Friday."

"Why are you apologizing?" You asks without understanding.

"I just...thought you..." He sighs walking over to stand in front of your desk, only a few steps away from you.

"I don't regret what we did" You speak as soon as you realize where your speech was going.

"No?" He finally looks directly at you.

"No, my God, I loved every part of that night" a small smile appears on his lips which fades soon after as you continue to speak "But that doesn't mean it wasn't wrong, we shouldn't have let it get to that point".

"I know it wasn't, I know...it was so wrong"

For some reason it was painful to be in that room without being able to touch him again.

"I really wish I wasn't your teacher" he walks towards you "To have met you at another time, maybe then I could have had you to myself, take you out without fear of anyone seeing us, hold your hand, kiss you" His hand caresses your face and you close your eyes leaning in to feel his touch more "I wanted so much Y/N, I wanted to make you my girl...I really like you"

"Thomas, I like you too..." You sigh, your heart aching with every word spoken "But sometimes liking isn't enough for two people to stay together."

"I know, and that's the part that hurts the most" He forehead rests against yours, both of you with your eyes closed, in-between sloshed breaths that were already mingling, Tom felt a tear run down his cheek, your mouths so close "Y/N..."

"Thomas..."

"Tom man, we are late, your brothers will kill us if we are late again" Someone says opening the door suddenly just as you and he are about to kiss. The two of you quickly walk away panting for breath trying to recover from the moment, Tom quickly wipes the tear from his face. A tall blond man that you had seen other times in the halls together with Tom looks at you not understanding anything.

"Am I interrupting something?" the blond man asks suspiciously.

"No" the two of you answer quickly.

"Harrison, this is my student, Y/N" Tom introduces the two of you, perhaps as a way to change the subject "Y/N, this is Harrison Osterfield, professor in the physics department and my best friend".

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Y/N" He extends his hand to greet her " I have heard Tom compliment you several times, always saying that you are the best student in your class".

"My pleasure Mr. Osterfield" you shake his hand "I think he is just exaggerating a lot, anyway, I better go, I don't want to get in the way anymore, bye" you take your things and leave the room leaving the two men alone there.

"Wait a moment" He say to Harrison before coming after you.

He holds your wrist and makes you look at him, honestly he almost didn't care anymore that the two of you were standing in the middle of the empty university hallway.

"Y/N please" he says.

"Please what?" you say hurt "Do you want me to stay here? To fight for a passion that is doomed to fail? Something that could end my life at this university or end your career?

"Don't talk like that, we can make it work" he says hurt.

"I wish I was brave enough to try, I swear I do" you let go of his hand "But I'm not, it was just one night stand sex and as much as I like you I know that the sooner we get over it and move on the better, for both of us" you turn and walk away, leaving Tom standing there alone in the hallway with his hurt.

THURSDAY:

Your heart was still hurting. Last night you collapsed on your knees as soon as you got to your dorm room and let the tears finally fall, you were lucky you didn't have a roommate so you could cry all day long without having to answer questions about why you were so bad. And you cried until your eyes hurt, screamed against your pillow until your throat burned, let the sadness leave your body until you finally gave in to tiredness and went to sleep.

Tom was no better off than you, he spent the whole dinner with your family quiet while everyone else at the table talked, he wished so much that he wasn't in love with you, he wished it really had only been one-night stands, maybe then he wouldn't feel like he could die at any moment if he didn't have you by his side.

In different places, but sharing the same pain.

FRIDAY:

Tom looked across the room at you, his eyes red and his expression sad, it looked like you had been crying all night, and you really had, he wanted to go over there and hug you and tell you that everything would be okay, but he couldn't.

If they had thought Monday's class had been torture, this was something worse. Tom gave his class trying to avoid looking in your direction, while you couldn't pay attention to anything that was being said, you just wanted to go back to your room and cry some more. It was the last class of the day so you ran to your room as soon as it was over.

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Tom was tapping his pen frantically on his desk, he should have been correcting his students' work but his mind was elsewhere and his head hurt like it was going to explode at any moment.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" Harrison asks, he was with Tom in his office and was starting to get irritated with his best friend.

"What?" Tom asks waking up from his thoughts.

"Tom you've been acting weird all fucking week, you spent the entire Wednesday dinner quiet a thing you don't often do."

"I don't know what you are talking about" he pretends to be paying attention to the papers in front of him.

"Does it have anything to do with that girl who was here?" he asks curious, Tom doesn't answer which only confirms Harrison's thoughts "Oh my god, it has everything to do with her doesn't it?".

"I really don't want to talk about it"

"You like her, that's why you're all emotional, because you can't be with her" Harrison speaks and Tom wonders when did his best friend get so good at unraveling his feelings.

"I had sex with her on Friday" Tom admits at once, his friend had already figured out pretty much everything so there was no reason to keep secrets anymore.

"WHY DID YOU NOT TELL ME THAT?" he practically shouts.

"Can you keep it down please, you're acting like a teenager, we passed that stage a long time ago and I don't want the whole campus to find out."

"I'm not the one acting like a teenager, you are, getting all angry and quiet over something that can easily be resolved" Harrison rolls his eyes as he states the obvious.

"She doesn't want me Harrison, she likes me, but she doesn't want me, she's scared and I can't judge her because I am too, this could destroy my teaching career and end her reputation here"

"Tom, isn't she one of the students graduating this year?" Harrison asked even though he already knew the answer.

"Yeah"

"Dude, she's graduating in less than 5 months and you're telling me that the two of you can't keep this relationship a secret for 5 months?"

"I..." Tom hadn't stopped to think about it.

"I'm sure you two can make it work."

"What if she's not willing to try?"

"You should at least try, Holland, go out there and fight for your girl" He encourages his friend.

"I think you are right, I will do it".

"Of course I'm right" He smiles smugly "Anyway, I don't want to have to put up with your sadness any longer" He says laughing.

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It was almost midnight when you hear someone knocking on your dormitory door, you get out of bed and go to open the door.

"Thomas what are you doing here?" You ask as you see him standing outside, he walks into your dorm still without giving any explanation, you close the door and turn to see him "What kind of idiotic idea is this to come to my dorm, someone could see you here, how would we explain this?" You ask in an agitated manner.

Tom doesn't answer at first, he just looks at you, the baggy sweatshirt too big for your body, the hair tied back with a few strands falling in front of your face and the glasses on the end of your nose, and he can't resist. He walks toward you and kisses you, holding your face between his hands, his hands against your chest as you respond to his kiss, his heart beating hard in his chest and the sense of relief that he is kissing you again after what seems like the longest week of his life.

"I'm sorry" he says pulling away "I didn't come to do this, I just wanted to talk and..."

"It's okay" he fixes his glasses on his face.

"Y/N, I really like you, this is so stupid, I just... I want to try this, it's only five months until you graduate, we can make it...

"Tom" you try to interrupt him but he keeps talking non-stop.

"...to do this, I'm sure it wouldn't be easy at first and it's not the kind of relationship that's ideal or the relationship that someone like you deserves..."

"Tom" calls him again.

"But I'm willing to try, for you, for us, I want to try..." You kiss him again making him stop talking.

"I'm willing to try Tom" you say between kisses and he smiles "For us"

"I didn't think you would accept, I was already preparing myself for a no" you both laugh.

He sits down on your bed and pulls you to sit on his lap with each leg on one side of your body, he takes the glasses off your face and places them on your desk before kissing you.

"Damn, I missed that" he sighs between the kiss.

"It's literally only been a week" you say smiling.

"Really? It's felt like forever" he kisses you more intensely this time, his hands gripping your hips tightly making you move over his lap, the kisses slide down your face to your neck, you throw your head back.

"Tom" you say his name as a plea, his hands slide up your thigh squeezing you firmly.

"What do you want princess?" He asks with his head in the curve of your neck before leaving a small bite in that region.

"You, Thomas, I need you" you slowly roll over in his lap feeling his already hard length under you "please".

He smiles smugly at your response. Your sweatshirt is removed leaving you in just your panties and Tom lays you down on your bed placing his body on top of yours .

"This has been the most torturous week of my life" he removes the rest of his clothes and throws them on the floor "I couldn't get you out of my mind" he leaves a kiss on her neck exactly where he had "I thought about how I wanted to feel you again" the kisses descend to the top of her breasts and one of his hands grab her thigh wrapping her leg around his waist while the other goes down to her intimacy pulling her panties apart just enough for two fingers to touch them "That pussy is so wet, all this for me honey? "

"Yes, all for you Tom" he smiles at her answer before penetrating her with his fingers causing a quiet moan to come from her lips.

"Good girl."

"Your girl" you sigh ecstatic with pleasure.

"Fuck" Tom kisses you again, your words making him even harder than he already was "Say that again " he thrusts his fingers inside you reaching that wonderful spot inside you.

"I.Am.Your.Girl."

"My girl."

He had barely started and you were already so close, but he doesn't let you get there, teases you to the edge before stopping and doing it all over again.

"Please stop teasing me, I'm so close" you beg.

"No princess, I want you to cum around my dick" He says pulling his fingers out of you and removing your panties before turning you both over on the bed making you stand on top, he sits against the headboard as you rest your hands on his shoulders "now ride me like the good girl I know you are".

You sit on his member feeling him fill you completely, you both moan the moment you are finally together, standing still for a moment to get used to his size. Moving slowly until you finally get into a rhythm.

"So so good" he moans, his hand gripping her throat the way he remembered he had made her go crazy last time "So beautiful riding my dick" his other hand leaves a slap on her ass making her moan his name out loud as she throws her head, back rolling over in his lap .

"Tom I'm so close" you say as he gives you a push with his hips making his cock hit your G-spot, his hand making circular motions against your clit this time.

"Come to me then baby" he says and with a few more movements you are enjoying his wrist making you come next, your head falls on his shoulder and he spreads kisses down your neck as you recover from your recent orgasm.

•─────✧─────•─────✧─────•

You were wearing your shirt now, your head lying on his chest as he stroked your hair.

"You'll still be here when I wake up, right?

"Well this is my dorm so I can't leave" you say as a joke.

"I'm serious Y/N" he says laughing.

"Yeah, I'm not going anywhere" you smile fondly returning to lie on his chest closing your eyes almost falling asleep with his affection.

"Good, I don't want you to leave, I want you forever" he kisses the top of your head before falling asleep with you in his arms, no goodbyes this time.

[xqueenofthecraziesx]

I've already vented to 2 people about this but I am Going Through It rn and just need to vent my same thoughts and frustrations to The Void of Tumblr.

My job does not pay me enough, and I've known that my job doesn't pay me enough. But it's never really been an issue. Like it has, but it'd been a handleable issue.

But yesterday a friend messaged me and it really put into perspective how much my job is not paying me enough. My friend was supposed to be leaving on a trip but tested positive for covid and was telling me how she'll have to reschedule it, and how she got insurance on her plane ticket but they were only $260 and if she couldn't get it back it's not really an issue. I did the math and that's almost 3 full days of me working. If I couldn't get back 3 full days of work I wouldn't be able to reschedule a trip because I'm not sure I'd ve able to properly make up that money. (Also this post is not shade towards my friend or anything like that, I feel awful for her that she has to miss her trip I know she was really excited. That was purely to explain a specific perspective) And that just got me thinking of all the other things I can't afford, I had to miss an insurance payment to my mom to make sure I could pay for the eye doctor(and I still haven't bought new contacts yet), gas is $4.50 so I haven't seen my game night group in over a month bc I literally can't afford the gas in my car to drive a 3 hour round trip once a week, I've wanted a specific tattoo for almost 2 years and haven't been able to comfortably save for it bc that money can always be used towards something better. Granted I'm not the best at saving money and I can be impulsive, but when I was a server I could just pick up an extra shift and make the money back or grab a shift if I knew there was something coming up I wanted to do. I don't have that at my current job. I work 40 hours a week and it feels like I can only afford to work. Also I can't choose my off days and they can't be next to each other unless I request off bc I have things to do. My bf mentioned that my current job isn't stressful and if I picked up serving again it would be, but honestly the lack of stress at my job does not make up for the stress it's causing me in the rest of my life, not having comfortable money and not seeing my friends. I really do like my job, but it's not enough for me to live the way I want to.

I'm just so anxious about it all. But realistically I know if I started serving again I'd be anxious at first but once I got in the swing of things I'd be fine. Like I thought about this a lot since yesterday and didn't have any anxiety dreams so maybe that's a good sign.

I think my plan is to look at some super part time serving gigs, like nights 3 days a week when I get off my normal job. I think I'm gonna talk to my gm about it and let her know and maybe I'll cut a day at my current job if/when I start up somewhere else.

Honestly I'm just lost, and tired of only treading water.

[2whipped4haz-and-tom]

Tom, you bitch (Platonic Harrison Osterfield x Reader)

asdfghjkl ive had this idea for a while and im so glad i finally wrote it!!!! i hope you guys enjoy this!!!!!

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader, Platonic Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of breakups, mentions of sex, mentions of prostitution (if theres anything else you guys see that i should warn against, lmk please)

MASTERLIST

“You act like I do it on purpose!”

“At this point it seems like you do! It’s like you purposely forget our plans just to go hang out with other people!”

“That’s only happened twice,” Tom said, holding up two fingers, then three. “In the three years we’ve dated! Every other time it’s been a meeting or an audition. I don’t do it on purpose!”

“You’re Tom fucking Holland, you can say no to a meeting and they’ll just re-fucking-schedule it! Hell, you can even say no to an audition and those people will still chase after you!”

“I can’t reschedule any of my meetings!”

“Of course you can’t. Every time I get mad at you, it’s for something that you can’t fix! ‘I can’t do this babe, what’s my manager going to think?’, ‘I know it’s my day off but it’s a four hour drive babe I’m way too tired, I just can’t.’ ‘I can’t, my brothers and Harrison wanna go out for drinks, I’ll have to take a rain check babe.’ But I have to take that four hour drive, even after a full day of uni, then work, then my second job that I have to pay my fucking bills, in order to answer a booty call for a man who doesn’t seem like he wants to make the effort for a real fucking relationship!”

“You always throw the fact that you have two jobs in my face.” His voice was bitter.

“Because you’re so stuck in your world that you forget some of us don’t make millions by pretending to be other people.”

“Oh get over yourself, Y/N. You act like it’s my fault you grew up with a pathetic mother who could only pay her bills by selling her body to strange men.”

“Excuse me?” Your voice sounded small and quiet.

“Fuck, no. Y/N.”

“Those words really came out of your mouth, didn’t they?” You took two steps towards Tom and he flinched at the anger and hurt in your voice. “You really just threw my shitty childhood in my face?”

“No-”

“No? So now you’re going to lie to me?” You inwardly cursed yourself for the crack in your voice. You were not going to cry in front of Tom. You weren’t going to show him how much he hurt you.

“No, babe. I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Tom shouted, his own voice cracking. Tears started streaming down his face and he made no move to wipe them off his face.

“I’m gonna leave.” You said, grabbing your bag from the kitchen counter and walking. Tom started chasing you.

“Babe, please stop. Please I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it-”

“Then why’d you say it?”

“Because I’m a fucking idiot. I’m an asshole. You were telling the truth, all of it was true and I got all fucking butt-hurt over it and I said a shitty thing. I’m an asshole, babe, please just stay. Be mad at me but please stay, please. I swear I won’t talk for the rest of the night, or the rest of the week or however long you want, just stay.” Tom was almost on his knees as he begged for you.

You wanted to stay, you did, but those words he said echoed. If he thought your mother was pathetic, what did he think of you? She raised you, all by herself, so of course you probably acted just like her. That must mean he thought you just as pathetic as her, right?

You stormed out of the door, slamming it shut and quickly running outside. You had no idea where you were going to go. You didn’t have any family in London and at this moment, your Tom Holland loving friends probably weren’t going to be much help.

You started walking down the road, and half an hour later, you were far away from Tom and his hurtful words.

Your phone rang, and you ignored it, thinking it was Tom. When it rang a second time, you realized it probably wasn’t Tom, since you had a special ringtone for him (a recording of him singing your favorite song, which you got after months of begging).

You picked up the call and was relieved to see that it was only Harrison.

“Haz.” You sighed out.

“Hey, Y/N.” Harrison said over the phone. His voice was soft and comforting, something that you really needed at the moment. “I know since I’m Tom’s best friend, you probably won’t want to see me right now-”

“No! I want to see you.”

You could hear the smile in his voice. “Come on over then. Its way too cold to be out there this long.” You made it to Harrison’s house in no time at all.

Harrison was waiting outside for you and when you stepped in front of him, he hugged you. He led you inside and got you a cup of tea and a blanket, then practically dragged you to the sofa and sat you down.

Harrison didn’t even let out one word before you started crying, your tears spilling into your tea. You recounted the story to Harrison, but he already knew the whole situation.

Tom had called Harrison the moment that the door slammed in his face. Tom cried into the phone as he told his best friend what happened.

“She loves you. What the hell could you have possibly have said that made her run away?”

“I said her mother was pathetic.”

“Tom-”

“And then I said it wasn’t my fault she had a mother who was a prostitute.”

“Tom, you bitch.”

Tom flinched at the insult.

“I’ll talk to talk to her, but not for you.” Harrison did not hesitate to show his anger over the phone. His friend was in the wrong and he sure as hell was going to let him know. “Don’t you dare try to call her. You will leave her alone until she’s ready to talk to you.”

“Harrison, just please let her know how sorry I am. Tell her I love her.”

“Bye Tom.” Harrison said, hanging up without waiting for Tom’s answer. After that he called you, and now here you guys were.

He held you as you cried and ran his fingers through your hair soothingly.

You broke from the embrace and looked into Harrison’s eyes. “Do I forgive him?”

The loyal friend in him told him to say yes, that you should give Tom as many chances as he needed. But his loyalty to you conflicted with his to Tom. He found himself saying, “You do whatever makes you feel good.”

You shook your head. “I need more than that.”

“Y/N,” he said, sitting up taller in his seat. “You and Tom are some of my bestest friends in the world. I love you both equally, meaning if you feel like breaking up with Tom, I will be there every step of the way to help him and you.”

“I don't… I don’t think I want to break up with him. I know he loves me… I just made him angry. I say hurtful shit when I’m angry too, so I can’t get mad at the fact that he said what he said. I just wish he never said it.”

“Tom loves you, Y/N. I’ve never seen him as crazy about someone as he is about you. He’s an asshole, and maybe he doesn’t deserve you to forgive him for this. But he does love you, and I know that when he says he’s sorry, he means it. But like I said, honey, you do whatever it is you feel is best for you. My shoulder will stay right here.”

Harrison said nothing else and just let you think about everything he said. He tended to your every need, getting you a snack even when you denied it and getting you more tea when your last cup was all gone. It was one in the morning before Harrison suggested you both head to bed. He took the sofa and let you sleep in his bed.

The next morning, Harrison woke up and found that you were gone. You left a note, telling him that you were going to talk to Tom, but Harrison called anyway.

“I’m okay, Haz.” You answered immediately.

“How are you getting to Tom’s place?”

“I’m taking a bus, dad. I’m safe.” You said, smiling at Harrison’s overprotectiveness.

“So… what did you decide?” He asked, then cursed himself. One: he didn’t deserve an answer; two: talking to Tom didn’t mean that you came up with a decision; and three: this wasn’t something you talked about on the phone.

“I don’t think breaking up with him is necessary. I love him too much to let him go after one argument.”

“Y/N, can I just suggest one thing?”

“Of course, Haz.”

“Maybe you and Tom need more communication. This all might have been avoided if you talked to Tom more often about how you felt and if he talked to you about how he felt.”

You nodded your head before realizing that Harrison couldn’t see that. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks again Harrison, I owe you big.”

“Of course. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

When the bus arrived to your stop, you got off and walked the couple blocks it took to get to Tom’s house. You were contemplating what you were going to say to him.

Should you attack and demand that he treat you like a queen? Or should you walk into this rationally, and tell him how much he hurt you and why? Or maybe, you guys just fuck it out and never speak of it again?

Your anxiety over the situation really made you want to choose answer choice C.

When you arrived to the house, you knocked very softly on the door. After waiting five minutes, you decided that you needed to knock just a smidge harder. Tom heard the knock that time and swung the door open.

“Y/N!” He hugged you then broke from the embrace just as quickly as he got into it. “Sorry, I know you’re mad. I shouldn’t have done that.”

He stepped aside and let you into the living room.

“Okay,” Tom said when you both were settled in the living room, cups of tea in your hands. “Now, let’s talk.”

And talk you did.

Even though you were dreading the conversation all throughout the bus ride, it wasn’t as bad as you expected. There was a reason you and Tom fell in love; you both understood each other on a different level.

Things would change now, and they would change for the better, because you and Tom were just too perfect for each other to have it any other way.