#i know that i probably won't need to take a math class every quarter to graduate but i might anyways just because i enjoy them so much

[tooies]

very excited to learn how to do integrals i've been wondering for the longest time how the hell those even work so it will be cool figuring out how to do them

[space-fox-writes]

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary- Reader's first time meeting Steve

2.2K words

REQUEST ARE OPEN

Y/N scanned the halls for Nancy Wheeler, trying her best to keep her anxiety at bay. When she caught sight of her, she quickly shut her locker, walked up to the tiny girl, and waited for her to finish her conversation with Robin Buckley and Eddie Munson before she would say anything. She kept her eyes down on the floor, looking at the shoes the others were wearing.

"We'll catch you at Steve's tonight, Nance. Bye, Y/N!" Eddie said sweetly to Y/N, bringing said girl out of her head. She looked up just as the other two were leaving, flashing a tiny smile at them before turning to look at Nancy, who was already looking at her.

"Hi, Y/N. Did you need something?" Nancy asked her in a kind tone, looking into Y/N's eyes. A small smile graced her beautiful face, easing Y/N's nerves slightly. A small smile of her own fell onto Y/N's face just as she began to talk.

"Y-yeah. I was wondering if you would be willing to tutor me in math and chemistry? I'm just really having a hard time with everything since it's getting closer to midterms and I'm so worried I'm going to fail them and which would not look good on my applications to college, and I could just really use your help. I-I can pay you, if you want, too, probably not much but it would be better than not paying you because I'm taking up your time-" Y/N rambled but was cut off by a chuckling Nancy.

"Y/N, slow down! I'd be more than happy to help you out. You don't need to pay me. Do you want to start tonight?" Nancy asks, pulling out a piece of paper to write something down.

"Oh, um, I thought I heard Eddie say you were busy tonight. We can start tomorrow if you're free. I don't want to take you away from your friends if you already had plans." Y/N said, looking down just enough not to make eye contact with the other girl across from her.

"It's totally fine! Steve won't mind someone else coming along. It was just dinner and a couple games tonight anyway. We do this every Friday night, it's nothing special. I can go ask Steve right now if it would make you feel better?" Nancy asked, the same small smile from a few minutes ago coming back onto her face.

"Um, yeah. That would make me feel a lot better." Y/N said, following after Nancy on her walk to her station wagon in the parking lot.

Nancy unlocked to door, sliding in and grabbing a walkie-talkie from the glove box, pressing the call button down, and talking into it.

"Steve? It's Nancy. I have a question for you." She said. The radio crackled a few times before a voice was heard through it.

"Yeah, what's up, Nance?" The voice, Steve, Y/N was assuming, said on the other end.

"Y/F/N asked me today if I could help with her midterms, I said I could tonight but she doesn't want to impose on our family night tonight. Is it okay if I bring her along? I told her you would be fine with it but she just wants to make sure." Nancy explained into the radio, releasing the button when she was done talking.

"Of course it's fine! The more the merrier! What kind of pizza does she like? Or if she doesn't like pizza I could pick something else up for her. Does she have any dietary worries I should know about?" Steve asks in a cheery voice. Nancy looks over at Y/N with a big smile, asking her the same question. Y/N answers quietly for Nancy to tell him, then they're saying their goodbyes to each other. Nancy gets out of the car, smiling at Y/N again.

"Well, that settles it then! You'll come and hang out at Steve's house with us tonight and we'll study together. I'm helping Eddie with his midterms tonight as well so this works out great. I'll pick you up at, say, quarter to six at your house?" Nancy asks, getting a nod in return and a slip of paper with Y/N's address on it. "Great! I'll see you tonight Y/N!" Nancy says in a sweet voice before walking back into the school for her last class of the day.

~*~

Y/N switched her sweater out for the third time tonight, deciding on a simple Hawkins High Swim sweatshirt just as she heard Nancy honk her car horn from the driveway, telling her she was waiting for her. Y/N quickly checked her outfit one last time, deciding it would have to be good enough now. When she had gotten home, she quickly took a shower to wash the day off of her and changed into a pair of light wash, baggy jeans, and now, after changing so many times, a sweatshirt. Her hair had been towel dried so it had a little bit of curl to it, falling over her shoulders and down her back. Y/N threw her backpack on and rushed out the door, telling her parents not to wait up for her tonight.

"Hey! We just need to make one stop before we head to Steve's place, I hope that's okay." Nancy said when Y/N got into the car. She nodded her head, putting her bag down at her feet and putting her seatbelt on. 

Once the car stopped at the Henderson's place and said boy made it into the car, Nancy directed them to Steve's house, Y/N could feel her anxiety ramping up slightly. She had never been to Steve Harrington's house before. She had no reason to be at his house in the past. She wasn't really a party type of girl, she preferred to stay at home, reading a book or watching a movie. Not to mention the major crush she had on the Harrington's only child. I mean, who didn't?

Nancy slowly pulled into a large driveway, cutting the engine off before getting out of the car and following the boys up to the door. Y/N took a deep breath just as she got to the front door, following after Nancy into the house and slipping her Vans off, setting them next to Nancy's shoes. 

Y/N could hear loud talking and laughing coming from the living room, which she slowly walked into. The laughing and talking cut off when she walked in, everyone staring at her. Y/N could see Eddie and Robin smile brightly at her, making her feel only a tiny bit better, but not much considering eight other sets of eyes on her. Y/N's eyes gravitate toward the ground until she hears a familiar voice come into the room.

"Okay, I just ordered the pizzas, guy said it would be about half an hour before they got here. What are you all looking at?" Steve asked, turning his head toward the entry to the living room from the front door and stairs. "Oh, you must be Y/N?" He asks, smiling gently at her. 

"Y-yeah, that's me. Sorry to crash your party, Nancy said it would be okay for me to come. But I'll stay out of everyone's hair, I'm just here to study with Nancy." Y/N said quietly, trying her best to hold eye contact with Steve, but failing miserably.

"No, you didn't crash anything! I told Nancy that you're more than welcome to hang out with us!" Steve said with a sweet smile on his face. "Oh, um, I'm Steve, you already know Robin and Eddie, but that's Johnathan. And those gremlins are Max, Jane, Erica, Dustin, Mike, Will, and Lucas." Steve introduced everyone in the room to the newcomer, turning back to her when he finished. Everyone gave a small wave and smile, then went back to their earlier conversations. "You're welcome to come in and make yourself comfortable. I've set up the far end of the dining table for you, Nance, and Eddie whenever you're ready to start studying." Steve said, pointing in the general direction of the dining room. Y/N nodded her head, walking further into the room, only after Nancy walked in.

"Eddie, I think Y/N and I are going to start studying if you want to join us. I know how much you love to play the games with everyone so it would probably be a good idea to study before dinner gets here so you can still play after. That sound okay?" Nancy asked the metalhead, to which he nodded his head, grabbing his bag from next to him and walking off to the dining room. Nancy and Y/N followed him, seeing where Steve set up a place for them. He had pens, pencils, and highlighters sitting in the middle with a pencil sharpener off to the side slightly. Y/N smiled at the thought that Steve made sure they had everything they needed before they got started. "Okay, why don't we start with math? You're in the same math class, I believe, yes?" Nancy asked, earning a nod from the other two.

Y/N pulled out her math notebook and textbook, flipping to the page the teacher assigned them to, and started on the problems on the page.

For the next twenty minutes, Y/N, Nancy, and Eddie worked on the math problems their teacher had given them for the weekend, Nancy occasionally helping the two of them when they asked for it. Just as Y/N was getting to the second page of math equations, Steve walked in with several boxes of pizza, setting them on the dining table, and yelling for everyone to come and get it. Before Y/N could even put her pencil back down on her paper to keep writing, everyone came rushing into the room, throwing the pizza boxes open and grabbing their slices of dinner, Nancy and Eddie among those getting food.

"Are you going to come get some Y/N?" Nancy asked, looking over to said girl, raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, uh, yeah just give me a few minutes to finish this problem." Y/N said, giving the others a small smile. She looked back down at the textbook once she got a nod from Nancy.

Half an hour later, Y/N was still working on her math, with no food on a plate in front of her. She was startled from her concentration when Steve sat down next to her, placing a plate in front of her with three pieces of pizza on it, a smile on his face.

"I noticed you never got up for dinner and wanted to save some for you before the gremlins picked over everything." He said, pointing to the plate between the two of them.

"Oh, um, thank you." Y/N said quietly, blushing slightly.

Steve just gave her a big grin before looking down at her sweatshirt. "Are you on the swim team? I was the captain for three years including my senior year." Steve said with a proud smile.

"Oh, um, no. My older brother was on the team all four years of school. His name was Carter, he really thought you were cool. Looked up to you a lot." Y/N explained with a smile of her own on her lips.

"Oh, yeah I know Carter. But I thought your last name was Y/L/N. The back of the sweatshirt says Wentworth." Steve says, a confused look taking over his face. Y/N couldn't help but chuckle slightly at how cute he was.

"It is. He took our stepdad's last name when our mom remarried, I kept my dad's name. Never liked my step-family much."

"Ah, makes sense. Your brother was pretty cool. I knew he had a little sister but I had no idea she was so cute and shy." Steve said, the same smile from before gracefully falling onto his face once more. Y/N smiled down at her homework again, a fierce blush taking over her cheeks.

"I'm not so much as shy, it's just my anxiety. And I'm not cute." She said, the last one more to herself than to Steve.

"Oh come on. You're very cute. Don't sell yourself short there, sweetheart." Steve said, trying to convince the girl in front of him. "Well, everyone is getting antsy to start playing a few games so why don't you come join us? Take a break from your work and have some fun, get to know everyone." Steve said, standing from his spot at the table.

"Oh, no that's fine. I don't want to intrude on your game night. It's enough that you're feeding me. I don't want to step on anyone's toes." Y/N said, shaking her head and dropping the easy smile that was on her plump lips.

"I already told you that you didn't intrude or ruin anything. Max and Jane were pestering me to come in here and get you to play some games with us. They're excited to meet you and pull you into this little rag-tag group we have," Steve said, a blush starting to creep up on his face. "And I was hoping to get to know you a bit better, maybe ask you out on a date?" He asked, the blush fully taking over his face by now. It was pretty cute.

"Okay, but only because I was promised a date from Steve Harrington. I'll hold you to that, I hope you know that." Y/N joked, smiling as a grin broke out on Steve's face.

"Yeah! We can hash out the details before you leave tonight!" Steve said excitedly. Y/N smiled up at him, following him out of the dining room and to the packed living room.

[solradguy]

How do i find the motivation to practice art? I have so many shitposts that’ll never come to fruition because my skills plateaued ):

No one else is going to draw my ideas and I'm too broke to pay someone else to do it for me. For better or worse, I seem to approach a lot of things from a "gotta do everything myself around here" angle haha

Honestly—and I won't lie to you—doing art studies is a real pain in the ass, I hate doing them. I never do them unless I've got major art block, and even then I still hate doing them, but it's like taking medicine and I know doing them will make me better. Every art teacher I've ever had's grilled me about this, "solradguy, you need to do 15 studies before the end of the week to get a full grade this quarter." Blah blah blah.

I guess for some people doing studies could be fun, not having to think about pose or composition, whatever, just putting lines down on paper and focus on your reference. One time, when I was still in college, I had to do a certain amount of studies in charcoal so I booted up Red Dead Redemption and drew landscapes or objects from it that I kinda liked. It was enough. I told my professor it was from my grandma's farm hehe

Art memes can be a good way to practice too, especially those ones about drawing in different styles or drawing a character in different outfits. They combine fun with tricking you into drawing things you might not normally draw. Emulating different art styles is the only art study method that doesn't make me want to fall asleep. Don't forget they're just art games though, and especially don't forget:

👉If You Already Feel Burnt Out Don't Feel Compelled To Complete Every Art Meme You Start👈

As you get better at art, you start noticing improvements less and less because they become more subtle. When you're really new to art, figuring out stuff like basic anatomy or shading is REALLY obvious because they're foundational parts of art. Hang on to your really old stuff and look at it every now and then and I guarantee you'll have improved way more than you thought you had.

I get the impression you've probably been at art for a while now, and I don't want to come across as patronizing, but sometimes refreshing the basics can help overcome a plateau too. Drawabox is usually what I recommend to people just getting into art, I really like their approach. Here's a link to their introduction lesson: drawabox.com/lesson/0 And here's one that skips to the actual art stuff: drawabox.com/lesson/1

While it's probably beneficial to actually do the exercises in the lessons, just skimming through reading them can be good too.

Something I've noticed a lot of my artists friends (and artists online) do is try to make every single drawing a finished piece, and I'm like "damn, no wonder art feels like such a chore." My sketchbook is 99% scribbles done in pen:

I use Pentel RSVP fine point ballpoint pens so if I make a mistake I'm forced to deal with it. Doing these rough sketches before starting a bigger piece is something I recommend with my entire heart. Just get a pack of shitty $0.99 pens and doodle like it's high school math class. I like the cheap pens because you can get faint lines drawing lightly and can coax them into darker lines with a bit more pressure (and if you lose/break one it's no big deal).

The best way to get better at art is to keep putting lines on paper. Even if it's just silly pen doodles, you're still improving coordination/pen control, improving construction of basic shapes, exploring concepts, and thinking about art, which will lead to more new ideas and further inspiration.

Sorry this is long and meandering haha Hopefully something here helps at least a tiny bit.

[whisperingintoavoid]

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I have decided to make my post pretty sometimes, as a treat. I cannot promise that I will always do this, but I'm feelin' pretty alright right now and I feel like doing it, so I'm doing it!

I think I'm not going to hold myself to any standard with this blog aside from my tags to help my future self find past entries. The main thing I want this blog to be is an outlet. I don't want to end up avoiding posting here because I don't feel up to making the post look or sound good, ya know?

Anyway, I don't know if I have much to write about today. At least, what I feel like writing about.

I went to Nashville with my boyfriend a few weeks ago to meet his parents for the first time. I have mixed feelings about it. They're lovely people and I especially like his mom.

But I noticed that during the whole trip, he was masking in front of them. And at the end of the day, when we were alone in our room, he seemed exhausted from having to put up that front of being "normal" all day. And that just really sucks. It honestly hurt. It hurt me to see that because I love him. I love him so much. I love who he is, I love that he's kinda quirky and weird. I love his interests and how he infodumps and the way he paces constantly when he talks. But he felt like he had to hide that from his parents and that makes me so sad.

I wish they loved him the way I love him; unconditionally.

There's a whole other complicated situation regarding him and his parents and I have my own feelings about that, but I don't feel at liberty to write about it here. I feel like it's more his business than mine, so I won't write about it out of respect for his privacy. But suffice to say, I feel for him. My heart hurts for what he's going through.

On a brighter note, I just took my official GED social studies test and passed! I took it on Thursday and found I passed about 10-15 minutes after I finished. This was my first time taking an official GED test!

There are four tests you have to take to get your GED. Social studies, science, math, and reading. So I'm one quarter of the way to getting my GED! This is the closest I've ever been and I'm honestly so proud of myself. I can hardly believe it, to be honest.

High school was extremely hard for me. I was battling extreme academic anxiety, depression, and had undiagnosed ADHD. School was unbearable for me. I dreaded waking up everyday, just the thought of opening my backpack to start homework was enough to send me into an anxiety attack, I openly talked about wanting to kill myself every single day.

My grades were only good enough to scrape me by. In some classes, I even outright failed. Namely, chemistry and algebra in 10th grade. Math was always my hardest subject. It just never clicked with me. I didn't pay attention in most of my classes. I never really did projects or papers. The only class I thrived in was English. I've always been good with reading and writing and I've always been proud of that. I was also pretty okay at Spanish. Lowest grade I ever got in that class was probably a C.

Anyway, I was also attending a dual high school/college program from 9th-10th grade. We took real college classes alongside our high school ones and earned college credits. When we graduated, we also earned an Associate's Degree.

I dropped out after 10th grade; the pressure was too much. The anxiety was too much. I felt like I could never breathe.

After I dropped out, I enrolled in an online school instead. I thought that, if I didn't have to wake up at a certain time and get ready and go to a physical place and interact with people all day, that maybe that would help.

It didn't.

Still, the thought of even opening the laptop and logging into class would hit me with a wave of anxiety that would make me nauseous. I was always avoiding school.

When you're in an online school, you need to log in a minimum amount of hours in the school year to be able to pass and continue to the next grade, regardless of how well you're doing. At some point toward the end of the school year, my mother got a call from my school, telling her that I hadn't logged in enough during the year and that there wasn't enough time left in the school year for me to make up the time - I got expelled.

So I had to repeat my junior year. 11th grade, I tried a new online school.

To be honest with you, I don't think I would've passed that year either. I still barely logged in. Still barely did my work.

But it never got that far because the school I was attending was literally shut down in the middle of the year.

So... I was kind of just left floating. I could either put myself through more personal hell by enrolling in a fourth school, or I could just call it quits and get my GED instead. I was 17 going on 18 at this point.

School was torment for me. I knew what I was going to do.

But, unfortunately for me, I was an anomaly that no one knew what to do with. When I turned 18, I started trying to get my GED. Well, I was aiming to take the HiSet test, but it's basically the same thing. However, in order to be able to get your high school equivalency, the state needs proof that you dropped out of high school. You're not legally allowed to have a high school diploma and a high school equivalency and the state is very strict about this. I don't know why anyone would go through the trouble of getting a GED if they already have a high school diploma (seriously, it's a HASSLE trying to get this fucking thing) and I don't know why it would even matter if someone did. Regardless, they're extremely strict about this rule. However, because my school shut down and literally did not exist anymore, I couldn't contact anyone to get official paperwork saying that I dropped out.

Eventually, I just had to write something myself explaining the situation.

But that wasn't the only hurdle! Of course it wasn't! Because this is my life we're talking about!

Whenever I would go online to try to schedule my test, the website would give me an error and tell me that I wasn't old enough to take the fucking test!!!!!!!!

This was something that could not be bypassed!

I tried. I fucking TRIED to get my GED when I was 18 fucking years old. I wanted to. I tried to. But time after time, I was a victim of circumstance.

Do you understand how it feels to know that the world views you as lazy and unintelligent and aloof when you know that isn't true? It feels like having a labelled stamped on your forehead and no one takes the time to listen to what you have to say to explain yourself after they read what you are. You get shoved in with a group of people that are looked down upon, that are considered less than. It feels like screaming at a brick wall.

So now I'm 23, going on 24, and I passed my first quarter of the GED test.

So much has happened in my life that has taken my attention away from education. And really, I just felt like it wasn't for me. My brain didn't work the right way. I'm not compatible with the way school works.

I think I'm starting to feel differently now that I'm medicated. I'm not certain. I'm still very hesitant about it because of the fact that school was my own personal hell for so long and I wish I were exaggerating. But I've been going to math classes twice a week to study for the math quarter of the test and surprisingly I'm the student in the class that the teacher has to say "Let someone else answer," to. Almost everything just clicks and makes sense? I don't know why math is suddenly kind of easy for me. I fear even saying that out loud because I might jinx it.

Math used to feel like reading a language I'd never seen before. But it doesn't feel like that anymore and I don't know why. It's actually kind of scary? I'm scared I'll lose it.

Anyway, I have two more tests scheduled already. Science and reading. I'm not worried about reading, I could pass that in my sleep. I didn't even bother taking the practice test. Science I was worried about initially, but apparently it's the test with the highest passing rate, and I did really well on the practice test, so I shouldn't have anything to worry about, really.

I'm gonna walk that fuckin' stage in July if it kills me! '24, baby!

[gingerparker]

LIE WITH ME

Pairing: Teacher!Tom Holland x Teacher!Reader

Summary: Tom is single, has been for a while. Everyone knows this; they all try to set him up. His family is by far the group of people who annoy him with it most. So, out of frustration, he tells them he's gotten engaged! He's hasn't. He crosses his fingers that he'll find a way to convince you to be his temporary fake fiancé.

Warnings: fluff, drinking, lots of dialogue, 18 + (minors look away!), innocence/inexperienced kink, oral (f!receiving), fingering, swearing, mentions of a previous bad relationship, could be some errors sorry in advance!

Word count: 8.9k

A/N: So, this is my writing debut in this fandom! I'm excited about it!! This is part of @venomsilk 's valentine bingo, thank you for organising such a good writing experience and letting me be a part of it :) I chose: fake engagement, coworkers and innocence/inexperienced kink

Tom's already dreading answering his phone. His mother's name and her contact picture stare at him, it would probably start laughing at him if it could. Spring half-term holidays are coming up and every single Holland is expected back home- Tom is always expected with a partner. He's been single for too long by his family's standards, his secret flings, and one-night stands just won't do. With a sigh, he presses the green phone on his screen and brings the device up to his ear.

"Hi, mom" he smiles as he speaks in hopes that his reluctance to talk doesn't reach the other end of the line.

"Tommy! I wanted to confirm when you'd be making your way home for the break" his mother spoke in an excited tone. She is always happiest when all her boys are together. She brings out the old pictures, makes sure everyone's rooms are perfect and she even gets Tom's father to cook the boys' favourite meals with her.

"My class finishes at 2:20 tomorrow, I should be able to arrive at around 3:30" Tom looks around the teacher's lounge as he speaks. Only one of the math teachers is in the room with him. She seems completely drowning in papers which he can only assume are exams in need of correcting and grading. The great thing about being a gym teacher, barely ever having to correct and grade paper essays.

"That's good, that means every Holland should be here by quarter past four" Tom can feel the question coming, he senses it. "Should we be expecting anyone else this year? A last-minute reveal of any sorts?" she questions hopefully.

"Mom-

"You're not getting any younger dear! I'm getting worried!" his mothers scolds him through the phone.

"I'm still young!" Tom lifts his head as if to show off his youthful features, not that anyone is looking; the math teacher is unbothered and probably unaware of his phone call.

"You are but your father and I are impatient... We'd love grandchildren and for you to find love" his mother knows nothing of his countless flings and string of one-night stands. She wouldn't be impressed.

"Well, mom, you and dad will-" and then you walked in.

You had a cafeteria tray with today's lunch on it. It seemed to be some sort of pasta with a side of steamed vegetables, a pudding, and a juice box. Nothing special but does the job. Tom looks you up and down, stopping at the shiny rings that adorn your fingers, as you sit in front of him with a smile, he smiles back as an idea forms in his mind. A great idea, a brilliant one. He holds up a finger and points at his phone before standing up and walking out of the lounge, he sees you smile again and give him a thumbs-up before he walks out.

"Tom? Are you still there?" he hears his mom's voice in his ear and snaps out of his thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry"

"What were you saying?" the hopefulness is back in her voice. Oh, how his plan will work perfectly.

"I was just about to say to get another chair ready around the table!" he leans on the wall as he speaks. He hears his mother gasp and her telling his father.

"You have someone? Tommy this isn't a joke, right??" she rushes to speak as if taking too long would cancel out what he'd said.

"It’s not" he looks ahead and sees the poster for the upcoming school play, a boy is kneeling in front of another with a ring in his hand. That's when Toms's plan gets even better. Forms itself into something worthy of a movie, his family won't believe this! "I got engaged just after New Year"

He hears an even louder gasp from his mother and a call of his father's name, she's probably telling him to come and join the call.

"You're engaged? To who? Thomas Holland, you didn't even tell us you were in a relationship" that's his father's voice that now reaches his ear.

"Well, you'll have to wait and see her on Friday, won't you?" this plan is going beautifully, Tom's best one in a while for sure.

"Oh, I can't wait... we'll have the best dishware out! I'll even get that fancy cereal you all love so much" his mother's voice is dripping in excitement he can practically see her large smile.

"You do that mom. I have to go now, see you two on Friday" Tom's plan is already going flawlessly, he's proud of himself.

"Bye Tommy, we love you," his mom says before hanging up. Tom pumps his fist up in the air in victory. Finally! His family will stop asking him about his barely existing love life. And all he had to do was lie a little, oh what a perfect plan. All thanks to the jewellery you always wear and the school play, he’ll have to thank you with a gift. Maybe some flowers or even a cafeteria pass that would allow you to never pay for a meal for the rest of the school year.

He walks back into the lounge and joins you again. You’ve eaten the pasta, but the vegetables have been left to the side, though there is half a carrot gone so he guesses they weren’t very good. You’re sipping the plastic straw of your juice box as you scroll downwards on your laptop. When Tom shakes the table slightly as he sits, you look up at him and smile again.

“What’s got you so giddy, Mr. Holland?” you laugh. Tom is practically exploding with pride, with excitement and with relief.

“I’ve finally conquered the beast that is my love life” He shrugs as he grabs his meal out of his bag. He has leftovers from the night before as he can never seem to understand how to cook for a single person. Your eyebrows raise and you push your laptop aside. Tom barely ever speaks up on his love life, so this is a big piece of gossip he’s given you. Last you hear was about a booty call he cut off after seeing her “four times too many”, his words not yours.

“Do tell” you urge him.

“Believe it or not but I’ve gotten engaged” he smiles in triumph. Who knew his plans could ever work this flawlessly? That’s when your jaw drops. Tom Holland? The gym teacher at the school you teach at? A known flirt and lover of not having a single string attached to him. That Tom Holland? Engaged??

“Lies,” you say through a gasp, “To who?”

“No one”

“Tom! Come on who? I can’t believe you’ve kept this from me…” you cross your arms and lean back in your chair.

You and Tom have been working at the same school for over 5 years now and have been close ever since his first day. He had been called to be the substitute teacher for a few gym classes after the original teacher had gotten pregnant. He had been signed on for the rest of the school year, about 6 months. He’d gotten lost on his first day. Instead of making it to the teachers' lounge, he had found your classroom. You had just ended a class and were waiting for the students to pack away their instruments when he came in. Ever since then you two had become close friends, you even made sure to see each other out of work hours. The original gym teacher had decided to become a stay-at-home mom, her wife was an incredibly successful surgeon. So, Tom was offered a permanent contract which he very gratefully accepted.

“No really, (Y/N), I’m engaged to no one” his smile turned into a smirk, his plan had even worked on you. Your reaction just proved to him how incredibly amazing his idea was, he mentally high fives himself.

“You’ve lost me, Tom, did one of the students throw a ball at your head again? Is this you with a concussion?” your face twisted in confusion.

“No. I’ve just finally gotten away with being a bachelor to my parents” he waved his right hand around before taking a bite of his food. Your expression didn’t change so he chewed quickly to keep explaining. “I may have lied and told my parents I’m engaged to make them stop asking about when I’m going to settle down” he chuckled before taking another bite.

“Aren’t you going back home to see them for the break?” you squint at him as you think you’ve found a flaw in whatever he has planned.

“Yes, going to stay there till the 20th,” he says through a large mouthful. Charming.

“Are they expecting to see this imaginary fiancé of yours?” you lean forward and tilt your head. Tom senses that something isn’t right, did he make a flawed plan?

“Yes, I told them to get another chair ready around the table. What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?” he seems to pout a little when he ends his sentence. In any other situation, you’d coo and poke his protruding bottom lip but you don’t even glance at it now.

“Tom, who are you going to bring? Who is going to play the role of your soon to be wife?”

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Yeah, his plan was shit. Why did he think he could just lie to his parents like that? They were now expecting an actual woman to walk into his childhood home with him. The future Mrs Holland. The one with who he would have children and the person with who he would share a home. His parents would probably not believe that his fiancé has invisibility power… So basically, he's fucked. How is he going to convince anyone to play the part of the love of his life? Maybe it's time he came clean to his family.

They'll be heartbroken, understandably so. Toms' fabulous plan was anything but good. Y/N helped him see that. You've always been the voice of reason between them. The one to calculate the next move, to think things through and make sure everything goes correctly. One of the best teachers in the school, Tom’s closet friend -maybe don't tell Harrison this… you'd never lie about this to your close ones without having a fake spouse to be ready to go. You'd nail a fake engagement; everyone would believe you. Maybe you should be the drama teacher!

“I'm so screwed” Tom sighs as he walks into his flat. He can hear Tessa frantically making her way to the entrance to greet him. He smiles and hurries to take his boots off. His dog does tend to tackle him with love. She runs to him, immediately jumping into his awaiting arms. “Did you miss me, baby?” he coos squeezing her to him. If shit is happening in his life, Tom knows that Tessa will always be there to cheer him up.

He makes his way to his cramped kitchen, after all, tea always gets his creative juices flowing. His kettle is ancient, he thinks so anyway, he got it at a second-hand store but imagines it’s been in at least 5 other households before it got to him. It was pretty much given to him for free, so he has no real complaints about it. “It’s got character” is what you had said when you visited his flat for the first time 5 years ago.

It was raining cats and dogs, your coat was ripped after getting it stuck on a doorknob as you practically ran out of your flat that morning and your phone was completely out of battery. You were having a horrible day. Classes were done and you were about to run, run as fast as you possibly could to the nearest underground entrance. You crossed your fingers hoping- praying that your barely existent coat would help save your bag full of your students' music sheets. What could go wrong now?

“Y/N? Do you need a ride home?” Thomas Holland; gym rat, amazing teacher, heartthrob. Now you could add ”the kindest person you know” to that list.

He took you home for you to realise you didn’t have your keys. You had texted your roommate and she answered saying that she would only be back in two hours. So, Tom proved himself to be your new favourite person by inviting you over to his place and to wait it out there.

When you got yourself seated on his… vintage floral couch he offered you some tea and waved his kettle excitedly.

“Wow, that kettle has seen things! It’s got character I like it”

Oh… OH! How could he have not seen this? You were quite literally in front of his eyes all along! You would make the perfect fake fiancé. Friendly, smart, gorgeous and his family already knows you so it would be believable enough. With his cup full of tea, he leans on his counter and video calls you.

“Hi Tommy” Your voice cracks through his phone speaker as your face comes into view. He may love getting furniture and cooking utensils from thrift shops or Facebook marketplace, but he doesn’t cheap out on technology. His phone is the latest release and he's got a huge TV mounted on his wall. He tells people it’s because he needs the best tech to stay in shape, but he just wants to be able to watch superhero movies in the best quality. Such good quality that he could imagine himself as Spiderman in some of the scenes. Nerd.

“Hey Y/N, what are you up to?” he takes a slow sip of his tea, how should he ask you this favour? He doesn’t think you'll need that much convincing, so he's not worried about finding a plan b.

“Just left the mall, I could not decide on an outfit for tonight, so I just went a bought on” You lifted the bag that was in your hand to show Tom.

“What’s tonight?” he put his cup down with furrowed brows. “Hot date?”

“Yeah, with the entire faculty!” you laughed “Do you not remember? Tonight is the teacher meeting or party as some call it”

“That’s tonight? Fuck, I forgot” Tom groans. Faculty parties, an excuse to get drunk for some and a chance to hook up for others. Tom has done both. Not his best ideas, especially not when he slept with Michelle Rioux, a lunch lady, she got only a little obsessive, and Tom had to date her for a bit. She ended up moving away for a better job, he really didn’t know how he was going to get out of that relationship at first.

“Figures. You have to go, Thomas! You can’t leave me alone, I won’t get through the night all on my own” You seem to be walking, probably to your car with a cold expression on your face. You don’t want to be abandoned by Tom.

“Yeah, yeah I’ll go. Only because the drinks are free” he chugs the rest of his tea and makes his way to his bedroom. “It’s at 7, right?”

“Yup! At the usual pub, so you better start getting ready, you love dolling yourself up” you laughed as you got into your car. Tom laughed with you as he looked through his closet. “Help me choose an outfit?” he asks without looking at his phone.

“Of course, do you have any dark green? Like emerald?” you asked him. Tom hummed and put his phone down as he dug deeper.

“Why emerald?”

“So we can match obviously” your toned suggested that it was the most obvious thing. How could he not have understood that from the start? You had to be matching. Tom smiled at what you said, it seemed so domestic, so couple-y but it didn’t worry him. He knows how much of a sucker you are about matching your outfits together and he's never been able to say no to you.

“I have this, think Haz gave it to me” he pulls out a deep green silky shirt. He can’t recall ever wearing it before. He hears you go “Ooh” through his phone before you answer him.

“That’s perfect! It would look amazing with those sort of kaki plaid pants you have. You know the ones I’m talking about” Your face is so close to your screen; you want to see up close how this outfit forms.

“Mh yeah, it’s cold so I’ll wear my beige coat and my signature boots” he takes the pants you described from his wardrobe and laid them on his bed so you can judge the entire look.

“I’ve outdone myself with this one Tommy! Can’t wait to see you in it” you wink when he looks at you after flipping his camera back to his face. He smiles again and winks back.

“Think I can find my future fake fiancé in this?” he grabs a belt and some socks so he can have everything he needs out.

“Mh, only if you leave a few buttons undone. Then you might even have me at your feet” you fan yourself dramatically as you chuckle. Tom blushes at your comment and shakes his head.

“I’ll see you there love, we both have some dolling up to do”

It’s only after he hangs up that he realises he didn't ask you to take part in his failed plan to convince his family… he’ll have to find an opportunity sometime tonight.

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It’s now 9:47, you and your coworkers have passed the term tipsy. You all sit at the same table laughing and talking louder than you probably should. Tom is sitting next to you; he has a pint in one hand, and his other arm rests on the back of your chair. You’re warm, too warm, but you can’t pinpoint if it's because of the alcohol or because of the arm that keeps grazing your back. So far no one has started making out or ran off to the bathroom for a quick fuck, so tonight is a pretty good night. There shouldn’t be any awkwardness in the teacher's lounge tomorrow. The first-grade teacher, Holly Kan, gasped loudly after downing her strawberry daiquiri in one go.

“We should play a game!” she announces as she ties her hair up into a ponytail, she must mean business. As soon as she hears a few people accept her proposal, including you and Tom, she smirks. “Never have I ever with my favourite brandy,” she asks the bartender for an entire bottle of brandy, but he doesn’t give it to her. She goes up to him, flirts a little, and comes back with the bottle held up high.

“Who goes first then?” Tom asks, he lifts his head a little to speak to Holly, almost as if looking straight ahead is impossible with the sombre lighting in the pub and the alcohol in his system. Whoever decided to do this gathering on a Thursday did not think it through.

“Well, you can Mr. Holland!” She pours everyone a shot and settles back into her chair. Tom sighs, throws his head back and strokes his chin with the hand that was holding his beer.

“Never have I ever… stolen someone's lunch from the fridge in the lounge” 6 out of 11 of the people in your group drink. Tom looks at you from the corner of his eye and scoffs. “Better drink up Ms. L/N, I’ve seen you take mine”

“I have never done such a thing!” you gasp, putting a hand to your chest as you stare him down. He only lifts one of his eyebrows as a response. You both know that you’ve taken his meal more than once, he’s a good cook and sometimes you don’t want to risk it with cafeteria food.

“Sure, whatever you say,” he says right before pinching the skin at the back of your arm. You swat his hand away and lean forward, this way he might not pinch you again. A few more people go before it's your turn.

You think about an act you've never done that others could have for a second. You look at Tom, trying to inspire yourself with his face or his soft-looking hair or his firm pecks -they peak out of his shirt, tempting you almost. When you lock eyes with him again you smirk.

“Never have I ever gotten a drunken tattoo of Pac-man on my inner thigh” you snicker your way through your sentence. Your eyes never leave Toms face, allowing you to see his stoic expression change into one of shock and annoyance. Your coworkers join you in making fun of Tom as he downs the shot Holly had filled up again.

“You're a pain in the ass” he shakes his head at you. “Thought I could trust you with that secret” he teases you filling up his shot glass again.

It's Holly's turn after yours. She seems in deep thought before finding something to share. Something you wish she had never chosen to say.

“Never have I ever had someone besides myself give me an orgasm” she laughs as she looks at everyone drink but then her eyes fall on your still full shot glass. “Y/N?? I’m waiting till marriage what’s your excuse?” her eyes are wide as if waiting for you to drink. You shrug looking down at your hands.

“Wow wow, weren’t you in a relationship with your high school boyfriend till like a year ago?” Mr. Carwilde, a history teacher, exclaims from the other end of the table. His wife, Ms. Carwilde the after-school activity organiser, slaps his arm.

“I was yes” you sigh not looking up. You feel Tom gently tap your arm, signalling for you to look at him. His face reads confusion. Mouth wide open, brows knit together as his eyes shift to every part of your face.

“He never made you cum?” Tom whispers his question probably wanting to avoid letting the other hear but it’s no use everyone is silent waiting for your answer.

“He was an incredibly selfish lover, I always had to finish myself off” you look away from Tom awkwardly, his gaze too piercing. “I haven’t been with anyone since him, sex seems pointless and sort of unappealing really” you take a sip of your iced water, maybe your body heat will go back down to normal if you drink enough of it.

No one says a thing. Complete silence overtakes the table, only the other guests are heard and the mixing of drinks behind the bar. Tom gently takes your hand dragging you away from the group. He makes sure to grab both your jackets before bringing you outside. The fresh air immediately cools you down, sobers you up a little as well. He gently drapes your coat around you before putting his own on. The streetlight next to you makes him look good. Too good. No one should look that good when piss drunk under a yellowish light.

“Thanks,” you say as you lean on the brink wall behind you.

“No need to thank me, I figured you needed to get out of there” he shrugs walking in front of you. Maybe to shield you from the outside, after such humiliation you, naturally, don’t want to be looked at by anyone.

“Yeah, didn’t think I would ever admit to that, I'm drunker than I thought” you let out a dry laugh, “at least everyone knows that Zayne is an asshole in bed” you look up and meet Toms’ eyes. He seems conflicted.

“He never got you to finish? You two were together for so long” he rests a hand on your shoulder, grounding you. You appreciate the gesture, but it reeks of pity, so you shrug him off.

“As a teen, I didn’t care, figured he would learn. Then we got… comfortable in our relationship and I didn’t dare break it up or even speak to him about it. I was scared I wouldn’t find better. So, I stayed with him even if he was horrible in bed. He only cared about himself, never even ate me out” you scoff as you remember it all.

“What?? He’s crazy, that’s one of my fucking favourite things to do. It’s addicting” he throws his hands up in the air and paces in front of you. You smile at his reaction, no one else would be so offended about this than him. “So, you have never been eaten out, ever?” he’s in a state of shock as you shake your head. You? His Y/N? Never had someone do that to you? “Did he ever ask you to suck him off?” you nod. Now Tom looks pained as if he’s just received the worse news of his life. “What an asshole” he mutters ruffling his curls out of his face.

“It is what it is I guess…” you put your arms into your sleeves and check your phone; it’s now close to midnight. You call yourself a taxi and offer to get one for Tom as well, but he declines. His flat is only a few streets down, so he wants to enjoy the fresh air.

Tom looks at you. Really looks at you. He sees the sad expression on your face, the way you stand straight trying to hide it, he looks at your body or at least what he can make out of it as a lot of it is in your jacket. He knows you’re pretty, gorgeous. When he first was hired, he tried to get in your pants more than once before you told him you had a long-term boyfriend, Zayne (the orgasm withholder). He stopped his advances as soon as you told him but that didn’t stop him from admiring you. You were always so kind to him and always made sure he knew where he was going in the school after his first day. Now, you’re single and still completely his type. Maybe you two could work something out…

“Y/N,” he says your name sweetly like it’s his favourite word. You look at him once again and tilt your head in questioning. “Feel free to slap me”

“Slap you? Why would I do that” you giggled as you look at him.

“I’m going to propose something weird here, so I’m giving you permission” he makes his way to you again and you now make out the determination on his face. You nod, letting him know to keep going.

“I need a fiancé to bring home tomorrow” he starts, and you nod again “and you have never had good sex” he adds. You start connecting his thoughts and your jaw drops. “So how about we make a deal” he shuts his eyes, anticipating a hit but you’re frozen in your spot. The gears in your head turn rapidly. What do you even want to think of this?

You’ve always thought of Tom as an attractive man, fluffy hair, bright eyes, a kind smile, and a mouth-watering physique. Anyone would jump at the opportunity to get into bed with him, so, his proposal isn’t the craziest. But what do you think of it? An orgasm would be amazing… wouldn’t your friendship suffer from such a huge shift in your dynamic. Yes, you flirt with each other constantly but that’s not the same as letting him get his mouth on you, is it?

Tom peeks one eye open reading your expression. It’s unreadable so he decides to open both of his eyes and wait. Wait for any kind of reaction from you. You look into his eyes and start to speak. Before you can even get a syllable out, you’re interrupted by harsh honking. You look over Toms’ shoulder and see a taxi waiting for you.

“Um, bye” you manage to say before rushing away. Tom turns around to watch you go before calling your name causing you to stop just before sitting in the car.

“I’ll take over all of your recess and detention duties for the rest of the year” he bargains something else. Something that shocks both of you a lot less. “Lying to them with you will be easier” You let out a breath and nod.

“Okay, see you tomorrow after class, fiancé”

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You stand outside of the Holland household, Toms’ hand in yours with a fancy ring you bought yourself a few years ago on your ring finger. You and Tom spent the entirety of your lunch break picking the intricate details of your love life. Any question his family would throw at you, you’d both be ready. He looks at you one last time before knocking on the door. Even if it’s his childhood home he figures it’s best to knock, maybe it’ll give you a few more seconds to get mentally ready.

As soon as the door is yanked open Tom smiles seeing his mother. He steps into the house dragging you inside with him. Your hands clasped together. Nikki looks you over and smiles immediately nodding at Tom. You aren’t too sure what to make of that look, but you don’t let it get to you.

“Hi again Y/N, it’s so nice to see you after so long!” she hugs you tightly.

“Thank you for having me Nikki” you smiled at her as she pulls away. You take off your boots and your coat as she hugs Tom.

“Can’t believe you two kept this a secret from us! We have been rooting for you two since Tom first introduce you” she shakes her head in disbelief, taking your left hand into her own. “Oh, Tom this ring is gorgeous, you picked a good one” Tom isn’t sure if she’s only talking about the ring.

“Had her friend help me out” he grins as the three of you make your way to the living room. You already see four more heads sitting on the couch ready to be introduced.

“Boys look who it is!” Nikki says excitedly walking towards them. She gestures towards the two of you when she’s in front of them. All four of them turn around in a synchronised motion. Harry gasps when he sees who’s hanging off his brothers’ arm.

“You owe me 20 pounds Sam!” he cheers nudging his twin with his foot. Sam groans and waves the other off.

“So, everyone this is Y/F/N, my fiancé” Tom smiles widely and hugs you to his side. Everyone greats you, they all have a shared gleam in their eyes. Some sort of hope. You great all of them back answering their questions before you are dragged to the couch between Nikki and Dom. She had prepared the coffee table for Tom and his partner arrival. Many family picture books and art projects -you can only presume they were all made by a younger Tom- are stacked on the wood and are ready to be looked through.

“Please don’t embarrass me too much, I still have to look somewhat cool to her” he groans as he sits down directly in front of you on a footrest. His brothers laugh at him as their mother instantly goes for the pictures of Tom terrified at a theme park. He’s in tears in every picture, Nikki explains that he had a slight fear of mascots and kept getting shocked. He still had fun but only on the rides and he’d burst into tears as soon as they were back on the ground. You laughed as you looked through each album with his family. They all gave more details behind each picture, even Tom shared some embarrassing stories about himself. Your cheeks were in pain as you hadn’t stopped smiling. You looked at trips, first school day, pool days, graduation, athletic competitions and so many moments of Toms’ life that you didn’t know about before tonight.

Tom was looking at you interact with his family. The most important people in his life. You seemed to fit right in with them with such ease as if you always should have been there. Laughing at pictures of him giving himself bubble beards during bath time or cooing at his first Halloween costume, a banana onesie. It should scare him. How much he likes seeing you there, having brought you with him. He’s never been the type to bring a girl home, he doesn’t do that. So, even if fake, having you here and him being so okay with it is a sort of revelation to him. Maybe no other girl had been worthy of the spot you sit in right now, between his parents. Maybe he’s found someone he could keep breaking his boundaries with.

A little later you all ate dinner together. Sharing more stories and anecdotes. You were getting more questions about your relationship, so you were very glad that you and Tom had taken the time to figure these things out.

“I’m glad it’s you Y/N, Tom has been enamoured with you for so long now. He talked about you all the time, I’m happy he gets to be with you now” Dom speaks with a gentle expression on his face. He’s pleased to see this relationship has bloomed well, that his son is with someone good. You don’t let the shock you feel show as you.

Tom enamoured with you… The man that doesn’t do anything more than hookups and very short flings? What his father said sounds like he’s been having emotions or at least that you've been stuck in his head for a while now… You knew that in the beginning he wanted to do you, that was no secret, but you thought it didn’t get any further than that, how could it have? You look at Tom hoping to get something from him but he’s not looking at you.

“My dad is exaggerating… I talked about you a normal amount” he brushes it out coolly taking a bite of his steak. You smile tightly taking a sip of the drink Nikki gave you. This new tension between you and Tom is invisible to his parents and his brothers but you both can feel it crash over you suddenly. You’re reminded of the feeling you had when he had offered to make you orgasm. The rush of different emotions, clammy hands, a speeding heart and being unable to formulate a coherent thought.

“Have you two had any thoughts about what you want the wedding to look like? Where do you want to go on your honeymoon or even baby names?” Nikki asks excitedly looking at the both of you.

“Um, we haven’t really thought about any of that just yet” Tom scratches the back of his neck before stuffing his mouth full of food, avoiding being questioned again. Nikki rolls her eyes and looks directly at you.

“What about you, dear? Anything you want?” she clasped her hands together and leans on them. Her eyes are kind, but they want answers. She has been waiting for this moment forever now.

“I mean… I’d like an outdoor wedding probably near a castle or palace of sorts just for the pictures. I don’t want something too big, but I want all our families present and our closest friends. I know Tom loves the outdoors and hiking so maybe Iceland for our honeymoon, we could see some aurora borealis. For kids, I’m not sure. I want 2 or 3 maybe… names I don’t have anything right now so, yeah” You finish your glass after sharing your thoughts. Marriage and such had been something you’d looked at before. Being with Zayne for so long, that was the next logical step at one point. You’re glad it didn’t get to that though.

Tom smiles when he realised you’d included him in this plan. Even if it was fake, he liked that you’d thought of him and his interests for a honeymoon, Iceland would probably be amazing with you.

“That sounds lovely, darling,” he said kissing your temple gently.

Tom leads you to his bedroom after you have all had dessert, he carries both your bags. He stops in front of what you assume is his bedroom door and you open it, letting him go in first. He sets the bags on the floor next to his bed. The room is cosy, he's clearly changed it since his years of living with his parents. There's nothing really in it that screams teenage Tom, no superhero decor, no video game console or even half-naked girls hung up on his walls. He had shown you pictures of himself in high school, some showcased those glorious pictures. He claimed they were “accidentally” exposed.

“So what do think of the Hollands?” he asks you as he throws himself backwards onto his bed. His eyes are closed and his arms are thrown up above his head.

“Just as nice as the last time I saw them” you sit next to him, you contemplate laying down next to him but it might be too intimate. Too intimate might just scare him off. He nods with a grin.

“They seem to like you enough, think they believe it all” he leans up on his forearms and looks at you. You turn your body towards him. His curls are pushed back, eyes lidded with exhaustion and a tight turtleneck framing his athletic build. He’s not wearing anything too crazy, it's an outfit he's worn countless times before but fuck. He is dangerously attractive. So dangerous you're close to being trapped, tangled with him in ways you'd never thought you'd be with him. Well, at least not really… Ok yes, maybe you'd thought about it once or twice. Or a few hundred times before. He's hot ok!?

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he's now sitting, body leaning towards your own. Your breath hitches but at the same time it gets quicker. His face is inches away from your own. You could count his lashes if you wanted to.

“Like what?”

“Like you want to eat me alive” his smile ever so slowly forms into a smirk. You meet his eyes rapidly when you notice they'd been stuck on his lips. Hypnotising.

“Maybe… maybe I should take the floor” you mumble, placing a hand on his shoulder and lightly pushing. He doesn't budge nor even a little.

“Nonsense, we'll share the bed, fiancé. Thank my parents for buying me a queen size bed in high school” he places a hand just above your knee and pushes himself up, back onto his feet. “I'll have a quick shower, I'd offer for you to join but I’m betting my mom will be in here any second now” he winks and leaves his bedroom. The door shuts softly behind him.

You breathe in and out slowly before letting yourself collapse onto his maroon linens. Dangerous.

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Tom and you do end up sharing the bed but there was no more… tension? At least not the same kind that happened before he got washed, not the kind that had you clenching your thighs together when he walked back into his room with a towel low on his hips. Definitely not the kind that made you feel slightly ashamed when his mother peeked her head in to say goodnight. But then again you liked that kind of tension.

It's early in the morning. The sun peeks through Toms window, illuminating his bedroom in a soft yellow glow. Tom is still sleeping with a gaping mouth that occasionally lets out soft snores, charming really. You're scrolling through your phone, liking a few pictures as you go. You keep getting distracted, Tom twitches a little in his slumber. Not much, it's almost as if to remind you he's laying there, right next to you. He did once tell you he liked cuddling well mainly with Tessa but still. Maybe he's trying to hold onto something.

You put your phone back on the bedside table and lay down facing him. You're, once again, close enough to count his lashes. You don't but you could. He twitches again and it makes him close his mouth harshly, maybe he's dreaming?

You notice that his forehead is damp, oh so too warm. You pull the covers away from him gently, revealing the rest of his body. He had said that he usually sleeps in his underwear but stayed fully clothes for the sake of sharing a bed so that might be why he's overheating. When his body is out of the blanket you look him up and down, your eyes quickly snapping back to his face.

That's why he's been twitching so much?? Seeing Tom Hollands morning wood, even covered by his clothes, was not something you were ever expecting to see. In your dreams maybe but in reality, so close to you? Never.

You could try and get out of the bed but that would risk him waking up and seeing how flustered you are. So staying right where you are is the best option, at least for now. You carefully grab your phone again and try distracting yourself with anything you scroll upon. Cat videos, cooking recipes, DIY tips, anything! But then you're seeing one of Tom's posts, him at the gym. Nothing unusual, he loves showing off. He even has an account for children workouts, he lets his students follow that one. This one though it's private, only for the people he chooses to let in. You're there and able to see every single picture of his active lifestyle.

Your eyes drift back to him, to his crotch. You feel dirty looking at him like this but it's so difficult to look away. Mr Holland… What a sexy sexy man. You suck in a breath and move closer to him, not necessarily to wake him up or to start anything. You can feel his body heat this way, he's truly overheating. As you shift into a comfortable position, your phone slips from your grasp and down between the wall and the bed onto the floor. It clatters loudly, startling Tom awake.

His eyes snap open and he takes in a sharp breath. He turns on his back as he rubs his face. His eyes blink a few times before he looks at you. He smiles tiredly, wraps his arms around you and shuffles closer to you. You're pressed to his side; head on his chest and the rest of your body stuck to his.

“Morning, love” he croaks out before clearing his throat.

“Hi” you answer him. You make sure your hands are kept to yourself and that your eyes don't drift down. It would be embarrassing getting caught having a staredown with the bulge in his pants.

“Did u sleep well?” you ask him trying to distract yourself.

“Yeah, think I ran a bit warm though” his free hand travels to the base of his shirt fanning himself a little. You're not sure if he's purposefully choosing to ignore his dick or if he's still stuck in a half awake haze. You made an affirming sound still looking away, you will not look down, you will not look down, you will n- why are you looking down?

Tom's hand is resting on his stomach, moving in slow circles seemingly giving himself some belly rubs. Would be cute if it wasn't for well that. He shifts his body a little and then stretches his legs out. When you feel his entire body stiffen you think he's finally felt the situation happening in his pants.

“Shit, shit I'm sorry Y/N” he lets go of your body moving away from you, probably wanting to get up and far away.

At first, you let him. He's almost out of the bed when your mind drifts to when you agreed to this. When he's suggested trying to give you an orgasm. You think about what his first offer was and how it made you feel. You grab his wrist and tug. He stumbles back into a sitting position and stares at you. You gulp as you sit up, his wrist still held tightly in your hand.

“Do you, um, remember what the first thing you offered me was?” you don’t dare look up. You're terrified of what he might say or of what his face may look like.

“You mean the night of the faculty party?” his voice is low but you can't hear any disgust so you look up at him. His eyes are stuck on you, chest going up and down rapidly. You nod, your voice stuck in your throat.

“Maybe… maybe you could show me what good sex feels like” you're surprised at how strong your gaze is, it doesn't even waver and stays locked with Toms. His is piercing, analytic.

“Yeah?” his body is slowly getting closer to yours, moving with practised ease.

“Yeah” you nod again tugging him towards you.

He looks at your lips and back up to your eyes. He searches for resistance, hesitation, he doesn't want to do this unless you absolutely want to. When all he finds is determination, the hand you aren't holding goes up to your neck. His face is practically on yours, he's so close, not close enough. You tug him forwards again and press your lips to his.

Addictive, sensual, dangerous. Tom's lips move against yours roughly, like he's trying to meld the both of you together. Your breaths are loud between kisses but there's never a long moment before you meet again. You let go of his wrist and immediately start tugging at the base of his shirt. He takes it off but doesn't waste a second to reconnect your lips. His hands wander your body they go onto your cheeks, your waist, your ass, anywhere he can reach.

Your mind can't think it can only chant “Tom” over and over again. It's like he's taken over every single part of you, your body heats with want with need. Your lips already feel blissfully numb it's the kind of feeling that lingers.

Your hands travel his naked chest, reach around to his back pulling him closer so his front is pressed to your own. You break away from him to slip your shirt off, freeing your upper body and allowing Tom to see your bare chest. He sucks a breath in through his teeth and brings one of his hands up.

“You're so hot” he mumbles as he leans down to take your nipple in his mouth. He licks it before wrapping his lips around it and sucks, your other breast isn't left unattended for long as he takes it in his free hand. The moan you let out surprises you, not used to getting this kind of attention.

“Tom” your voice is airy, quiet. You push him away, allowing yourself to lay down and get comfortable against the pillows you were both sleeping on just a few moments ago. Tom smirks but he doesn't join you. Instead, he stands up making your brows furrow in confusion. Before you can ask what he's up to, his pyjama pants are off and he's left standing in his boxers. Your eyes lift to his wanting to avoid direct eye contact with his cock. Your heart races and you feel warm all over so you decide to follow Tom's lead, removing your pants. You're left in your soaked underwear. His knees almost buckled as he looks at you, looks at all you're letting him see.

“So fucking pretty, love” he crawls on top of you with lidded eyes. “Gonna be so good to you, I'll make you feel things you never even knew possible” he kisses you softly before starting to trail them along your jaw and down your neck. A full-body shudder makes its way through you as Tom makes his way down your frame. Your hands tangle in the sheets below you and your eyes never leave him. You watch his every move as you pant softly, anticipation coursing through you.

“You're so responsive… it's incredibly arousing” Tom mumbles against the skin of your inner thighs. He pressed his soft lips to them before sucking, taking the skin between his teeth for only a second the feeling goes straight to your core. Heating up your already warm cunt. You're so wet, your dark panties probably don't show it but you can feel it.

“Take them off” you beg between pants. You're already so overwhelmed and he hasn't even touched your core.

“You're going to fall apart so quickly, darling,” he says or more so affirms. You both know his words are true. Your first orgasm that wasn't from your own hand or helped along with some toys is, hopefully, happening soon.

“Let me teach you all the ways you can feel” he adds as he takes hold of your panties and drags them down your legs until he can toss them away.

Your folds glisten with wetness, pent up arousal leaking from you. Tom groans at the sight, a deep throaty sound that almost makes your back arch of the bed.

“Please, just do it” you whine softly, reminding yourself that you aren't alone in this house. Your left-hand lets go of the sheets to tangle itself in Toms curls, desperately tugging him forward.

He doesn't waste any time, connecting with your cunt sloppily. His tongue makes quick work of locating and licking your clit. He circles it, alternating between that and lapping at you with a flat tongue. You feel his hands go up and down your legs, slowly getting closer to where Tom works.

He leans down and starts thrusting his wet member in and out of you. It's so wet, so messy, so good. Your moans are most likely too loud for what they should be in this setting but you don't care. You've never felt this good and you make sure to tell Tom. Not that he needs the ego boost.

He takes his face away, wet from his nose to his chin, clearly enjoying himself.

“You like that, doll?” he presses a soft kiss to your mound, you shiver almost violently letting out a whimper. “Want to come on my face? Feel something you've never felt before, huh?” his hands finally meet your folds.

He looks down at you as he parts them, rubbing them all along your lips; teasing your entrance. Your back lifts and Tom snakes a hand in the space between his bed and you, holding you at that angle.

He pushes his fingers into you slowly, leans back down; savouring your taste once more. His thrusting makes you squirm, you have never been touched so gently yet so full of purpose. Even if Tom is pushing his fingers in and out of you at a laboured pace, he keeps reminding you to stay here, with him. Not to get too lost in your head, he wants to see everything you feel, everything you're thinking about. His mouth connects with your wet folds again, stimulating your sensitive bud as he's entering you. Your pelvis rocks back and forth helping yourself along.

“Fuck, don’t stop, please!” you choke out. Your moans keep getting louder and more desperate, you’ll wake the whole household at this point, so you let go of Tom's hair and cover your mouth. Hopefully, you’re able to muffle the sounds that leave your mouth. Tom hums against you, pressing his face forward to get more of you on his tongue. His hand never stops moving, his digits rubbing at your walls rapidly. He must sense you getting tighter as you get more desperate the closer you get to falling apart completely.

“You’re so close, Y/N. Cum for me, only for me” he insists against you.

Your eyes roll back as your thighs quiver around Tom's head. His face buried in you not stopping for a second his lapping or the thrusts he does with fingers. Your back is arched off the bed and your muscles are stiff. It courses through you, making tears drip down your face and eager whimpers slip through the barrier you’re creating on your mouth.

Suddenly you fall limp. All tension gone from your body leaving you in a sedated cloud of pleasure. Your breath is irregular and heavy as if each inhales and exhales demand incredible amounts of energy.

Tom gets up from the bed and quickly walks out of his bedroom to the bathroom to get a damp rag and to rinse off the wetness you leftover on his face. He’s back before you can even register he was gone and he takes care of you. You look at him through your lashes and a dopey smile forms as you lock eyes with him.

“Should have accepted your first offer” you mutter when he helps you slip your loose pyjama shirt back on. He laughs softly and sits down next to your limp body. That’s when you realise the hard bulge still present in his underwear. The reason as to why this even happened.

“So want me to suck you off? Return the favour?” you ask him with a cheeky smirk. He shakes his head, he can see that you’re seconds away from falling into an intense orgasm slumber.

“Not now, darling. Maybe I’ll take up on that later though, when you can sit up on your own” he winks just before your eyes fall shut.

“Mh can’t wait” sleep takes over you and Tom runs off to the bathroom.

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