#idk what's up with her but as long as she's audibly snoring and I can feel her breathe. I'm calm

[malachitezmeyka]

The Honeybun is cosplaying a cinnamon bun today apparently

(the smart camera feature on my phone clocked her as a cat. LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER)

[fruitcoops]

hey! idk if you've seen that cut video about how couples sleep together but i just cant stop thinking about the team doing it. It would be SO cute with your amazing writing :))

Thank you! I absolutely adore this video and I’ve watched it probably twenty times--each couple is just so cute! Quick disclaimer: while this may seem a little odd, since the Lions are basically celebrities, I think the channel wanted to do it to show the diversity of the team and emphasize love above everything else. Hope you enjoy!

“Hey, Lions!” Marlene says cheerfully, waving to the camera. She stands alone in the studio for once. “We have something a little different for you today. Four of the couples on the team agreed to let us record them sleeping for a night, which we’ve combined with short interviews from each of them. Hope you enjoy!”

The video cuts and a title card appears, reading Couple Number One: James and Lily Potter.

Their bedroom is moderately sized, with a crib at the foot of the bed and a fluffy red comforter that accents their walls. James is partially visible as he brushes his teeth, but Lily is fully in frame in her oversized t-shirt and flannel pajama pants while she climbs into bed with Harry in her arms.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks in a voiceover.

“We’ve been married for just over six months,” James’ voice says; on the screen, he walks out of the bathroom and tucks his legs up to kiss the tops of Lily and Harry’s heads. “But we dated for several years before that.”

“What time do you normally go to bed?”

“Maybe eight? Eight-thirty?” Lily says. Sure enough, the clock on their nightstand reads 8:07. “We stay up after the baby’s gone to sleep, though.”

“What story are we doing tonight, kiddo?” James asks, pressing a raspberry kiss to Harry’s belly until baby giggles fill the bedroom. “How about…Make Way For Ducklings?”

“Ducky!” Harry squeals, reaching for his glasses.

“Alright, baby love.” Lily smiles as she takes a book of the nightstand and opens it up.

“Would you say you sleep well?” Marlene asks.

“Oh, that’s a tough question,” James says—in the bedroom, he and Lily take turns reading pages to Harry as he sits between them and points to the ducks. “It’s better now that he can sleep through the night. I’d say we get a solid seven hours each night, maybe more.”

“I wake up pretty often because I worry,” Lily adds.

“Do either of you talk in your sleep?”

She laughs. “No, thankfully. Once we’re out, we’re out until morning.”

“What’s your body language like?”

“I’m cuddly,” James says with a light laugh. In the video, he wraps an arm around Lily’s shoulders and traces the picture book with one finger, kissing Harry’s chubby baby hand. “She likes to starfish.”

“We’re both big cuddlers,” Lily agrees. The video skips forward in time, showing Lily lowering Harry into his crib while James grabs his phone off the nightstand and squints at it.

They curl up together while the clock continues to tick, and an hour or so later they put their phones away and snuggle under the covers. The night goes on and, slowly, Lily begins to splay out on the mattress, her hair in every direction as James keeps one arm securely around her waist. During a brief pause, their snoring harmonizes.

Harry wakes up just past four with a sniffle and babbles for a moment until James stands up, taking him out of his crib and humming softly as he bounces him; Lily barely flinches. “Baba,” Harry mumbles while he holds on to the edge of James’ shirt. “Baba, baba, baba.”

“Shh, buddy.” James touches their forehead together before setting him back down in the crib. “Sweet dreams. I love you.”

Marlene’s voiceover comes on again as the sun rises outside their window. “What time do you usually wake up?”

“James gets up earlier than I do for practice,” Lily says. A soft alarm jingles on the nightstand and James clumsily turns it off, scrubbing at his eyes for a second before digging his glasses out of the nightstand and sitting up—he leans over to kiss Lily’s forehead before getting up for real.

“Around seven, seven-thirty usually,” James confirms. “I don’t actually know what time you get up most weekdays.”

“Oh, probably eight-thirty or nine? Once Harry’s up, I’m up.”

Marlene hums. “How important is your bedroom to you? What about your bed?”

“Both are so important.” James doesn’t hesitate. “Evenings and nights are the longest period of time we spend together because of my job.”

“It’s a very safe space,” Lily says. “Life is so hectic, but once we’re in bed we don’t have to go anywhere else.”

The bedroom disappears—Lily and James sit in chairs in the Lion Pride studio with Marlene across from them. “Thanks so much for joining us today, you guys!” she says with a smile. “I’m really looking forward to filming this video.”

 Couple Number Two: Kasey Winter and Natalie Darcy

Their bedroom is smaller than the Potters’ and painted light blue with large windows. Outside, night has fallen and the light of the city shines through their blinds as Kasey closes them; Natalie is already in bed, reading a paperback with her legs crossed on top of the blankets.

Kasey turns the light off and climbs in next to her, resting his head on her thigh as he dozes off and she continues to read by her bedside lamp. “Goodnight,” he murmurs. “I love you.”

“Love you, too.” Natalie smiles and runs her fingers through his hair.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks.

“We’ve been dating for four years now,” Kasey’s voice says. In their bedroom, the video speeds up until eleven thirty, when Natalie puts her book down and settles into Kasey’s arms.

“Do you go to bed early or late? It’s just the two of you, right?”

“Right. Kase likes going to bed before me because he has to get up earlier, but I’m a night owl.”

“Does that make it hard for you to sleep well?”

“Not at all,” Kasey says. “She sleeps like a log and I’m always careful not to wake her up on workdays. We like to sleep in on days off.”

Marlene hums in agreement. “Do either of you talk in your sleep?”

“Nope. I’m a light sleeper, so it’s nice that neither of us do it.”

The video continues through the night and sure enough, the only sound is their soft breathing; Natalie presses against Kasey’s chest with an arm over his shoulders. “What’s your body language like when you sleep? Are you cuddlers?”

“I love cuddles!” Kasey says with an almost-audible smile. Sure enough, he snuggles into Natalie with a soft sigh as the clock on their wall turns to 4 am.

“How many hours of sleep do you get every night?” Marlene asks.

They take a moment to think, and the sun begins to shine through their bedroom window. “Ten to six am is…about eight hours? I can get by on six, though.”

“I need a solid eight, eight and a half to function,” Natalie says. “Though sometimes I’ll get up and do something before going back to bed until nine.”

“How important is your bedroom to you?”

“That’s a good question.” Kasey hums in thought. “I value it a lot because it’s a place to be close to her, and that’s hard to get when we’re both so busy.”

“I agree.”

On screen, Kasey’s alarm begins to ring and he stretches, gently detaching Natalie’s hold and kissing her shoulder as he pulls the blankets up to her chin and slides out of bed. “Have a good day, baby,” she mumbles sleepily.

“Love you,” he whispers back as he brushes her hair out of her eyes.

The video cuts; Kasey and Natalie have taken James and Lily’s places. “Thanks for agreeing to do this, guys!” Marlene says.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Natalie says with a slight smile.

 Couple Number 3: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin

The third bedroom is cluttered and neat at the same time. Knickknacks line the dresser and various items are scattered on the nightstand, but the floor is clean and the dark blue bedspread is tidy as Remus reads against the headboard. On the other side of the room, Sirius stops midway through brushing his teeth to change into a sleep shirt and Remus laughs at his muffled grumbling.

“How long have you been together?” Marlene asks again in her voiceover.

“We’ve been dating for over a year now,” Remus says.

“What time do you go to bed?”

“Oh, maybe ten pm? Eleven?” Sirius guesses. “Whenever we’re tired.”

The clock reads ten forty-five as Sirius gets under the covers and wraps his arms around Remus’ torso, cuddling against his waist and leg while Remus strokes his hair. Ten minutes pass until he puts the book down and turns off the light before scooting back against Sirius’ chest to be the little spoon. “Love you,” he says quietly.

Sirius kisses behind his ear. “Je t’aime.”

“What’s your body language like when you sleep?” Marlene asks. “Cap, everyone knows about your famous cuddles.”

He snorts. “Usually we spoon, but sometimes it changes up.”

“We kind of have to spoon,” Remus laughs. “You’d wake up on the floor otherwise.”

“I would not!” Sirius protests. In the video, an hour has passed, and he unconsciously tries to roll over Remus, who reaches up and pushes his shoulder back without opening his eyes. He shifts a few more times before settling down.

“Do you talk in your sleep as well?” Marlene continues.

Remus sighs. “No, that would be me.”

“It’s cute and awful at the same time,” Sirius says. “On one hand, it wakes me up, but on the other, we have the best conversations.”

At 2:12 am, Remus scrunches his nose up in his sleep. “Hey. Hey.”

Sirius huffs and cracks an eye open. “Quoi?”

“Go away.”

There’s a pause and Sirius sits up, clearly still half-asleep. “Huh?”

“The cat’s in the garden, dumbass. That cat—the cat is in the garden.”

With a heavy sigh, Sirius gets under the covers again and wraps his arms around Remus. “Okay, mon coeur.”

“Blueberry milkshake.”

“That doesn’t exist.”

“Yes, it does.”

“No, it doesn’t.”

“Shut up, Pots, nobody asked you.” Remus says playfully, then hums and pulls Sirius closer. “Bonjour, honey. Je t’aime.”

In the voiceover, Marlene laughs. “What do you two talk about?”

“Oh, everything,” Sirius replies.

An hour and a half passes in fast motion on screen; they move around a little bit, but overall stay cuddled up and comfortable. “The tea. Honey, the tea. Tea’s burning.”

Sirius reaches over and puts his hand over Remus’ mouth gently. “Shhh.”

“Tea’s burning,” Remus repeats, though his voice is muffled until he bats Sirius’ hand away. “Hugs and kisses, hugs and kisses.”

“Hey, sweetheart, what’s the meaning of life?”

Remus is quiet for a beat. “Pun’kin pie.”

“Why do you talk in your sleep?”

“I love you.”

“How could we have done better in our last game?” Sirius is grinning now and rubbing slow circles over Remus’ back. “I was a little worried about our defense.”

“Hmm. Apples.” Remus turns over and nuzzles against Sirius. “See you later, alligator.”

Sirius shakes with suppressed laughter for a moment until the voiceover starts again. “What time do you wake up in the morning?” Marlene asks. “Practice starts pretty early.”

“Sirius wakes up earlier than I do, but we don’t get out of bed until seven-ish,” Remus says, sounding far more awake than he did in the video. “We try to aim for eight hours of sleep, but that doesn’t always happen.”

“How important is your bedroom?”

Sunlight streams through the cracks in the blinds at six am, lighting up Remus’ face on one side as Sirius starts to wake up. He pauses with a smile and runs his thumb along Remus’ cheek before kissing his forehead and settling onto his back.

“Our bedroom is really important,” Sirius answers. “It’s a safe space where there’s no pressure to do anything and we can just be ourselves.”

Remus smacks his alarm at six-thirty and starts sitting up, only for Sirius to wrap all four limbs around him and drag him back down for more cuddles; Remus laughs, but happily obliges. The camera cuts out just as they start getting out of bed half an hour later.

“Thanks for answering my questions,” Marlene says with a grin. “I gotta say, I’m looking forward to the sleep talking.”

“It’s so funny,” Sirius snickers.

Remus rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. “Yeah, yeah, alright. Exploit me in my most vulnerable state, why don’t you?”

 Couple Number 4: Pascal and Celeste Dumais

“We have been married for fifteen years,” Dumo says as the video begins.

Celeste is already out cold in the bed while he tiptoes around their bedroom, sliding in next to her as quietly as possible; she smiles in her sleep and scoots over to lay her head on his shoulder. It’s clearly a comfortable place for them—the walls are a warm beige and a colorful quilt lays heavy across the sheets.

“Do you sleep well?”

“Sometimes,” Celeste says. “We sleep better now that the kids are older, but I wake up a lot in the middle of the night because I still worry about them.”

“How many hours of sleep do you think you get?”

“Oh, probably seven? I go to bed early, though.”

“I get a steady six to eight,” Dumo says.

“Do you sleepwalk or talk?”

Celeste laughs as Dumo groans. “He used to sleepwalk, but after the kids were born there wasn’t enough consistent sleep to do it anymore.”

In the dark of their bedroom, Dumo moves around quite a lot—he rolls onto his back, then his side, then curls around Celeste, then lays a little bit sideways before she quietly shushes him just past 3 am and puts her hand on his chest. He sighs and leans his head against hers with a drowsy half-smile.

“Do you cuddle?” Marlene asks.

“Sometimes,” Dumo says. “Though we’ve been together for so long that we don’t really have to. I always know where she is.”

“That’s adorable,” Marlene says at the same time Celeste makes a soft sound of affection. “What time do you wake up?”

There is one window in their bedroom, high on the western wall, that shows the slowly-lightening sky. When the clock strikes six, both of them stretch and roll onto their backs, though they stay close enough to share body heat as Dumo combs his fingers through Celeste’s long hair.

“Around six. It’s easier to get up early now that we’re older,” Dumo says. “Besides, the kids don’t get up until later, so we finally get some time to ourselves.”

“Bonjour, mon amour,” Celeste murmurs in the video with a sleepy smile, pressing kisses to Dumo’s cheek. “Hmm, je t’aime.”

“Je t’aime, ma jolie chérie.”

The video returns to the studio after that; Dumo and Celeste hold hands while they talk, and Marlene puts away her notecards with a smile. “Thank you for agreeing to do this, it means a lot. We tried to get a variety of different couples for this and I’m sure the video will turn out great.”

“Ne rien. Good luck with filming!”

A final title card appears. Thanks for watching, Lions! Be sure to like and subscribe for more content.

[madame-brioche]

Can I request one with Ronald Speirs x reader where she can’t sleep and Speirs tries to comfort her and then maybe it’s fluff? Idk you can go with it wherever you want!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Not sure if this is drastically out of character for Lt Speirs, but I tried my best to make him a lil empathetic ;)

Title: RESTLESS

Prompt: in which the reader needs the comfort of Ronald No-Chill Speirs

UTAH BEACH BARRACKS — 1944 — 3:15 A.M.

The large, two-story barracks is stone-silent amidst the harsh calls of a flock of magpies and the pelting of rain on the misty countryside. Dark and ominous, the dormitory-like bunk room has a rather haunting edge to it, and a familiar wave of anxiety begins to wash over your mind, giving you chills. You can hear your heart beating over the stream of rain runoff pouring down from the roof. It‘s well-past three in the morning, and the fifty or so men in the room are fast asleep in their bunks, leaving you to be alone with your thoughts about tomorrow's jump, part deux.

As a war photographer, you knew your job didn't exempt you from danger, but it hadn't really hit you until Normandy. Since then, you'd come to understand how amazingly unlikely it was that you were still alive. The enemy didn't care if you weren't in combat or if you were a woman, they still fired at you like they would any other soldier. And that realization was terrifying to say the least.

The rain outside isn’t letting up, as if signaling that war is on its way. Worse still, the wind is building so fiercely that the side of the barracks begins to rattle a bit. A cold, damp breeze blows in from a broken window near your bunk, making you bundle up tighter under your scratchy salmon-colored blanket.

You'd managed to squeeze in a few hours of sleep the night before when you thought the company would be resting for a few days, though it wasn't anything you'd call peaceful.

On top of that, you’d always been afraid of storms, and this one had come at the worst possible time.

The walls shake a little at the first clap of thunder, booming over the sleepy barracks. You jump, but the others don’t seem to hear it. They keep on snoring as they toss and turn in their sleep — understandable, you reason, as it had been a long day and it would be an even longer day in a few hours.

At another earth-shaking boom of thunder, you sit upright, staring off wild-eyed into the darkness.

With the barracks hushed, you throw back your sheets and quietly hop down from your upper bunk, the floor freezing your toes. Your cotton trousers and thin white undershirt are hardly warm enough given the circumstances, so you drape the scratchy blanket around your shoulders and head for the staircase.

In the darkness of the second floor, you tiptoe your way by memory to Lieutenant Ronald Speirs' bunk near the opposite end of the room. He’s lying there on his stomach, fast asleep on the lower bed in only his green skivvies. You wonder how he managed to tangle his blanket around his feet on a cold night like this, but then again he always did seem cold blooded.

To most, anyway.

You tentatively reach out and tap him on the foot, flinching when he jolts awake almost immediately, like a watch dog on high alert.

He then props himself up on his elbows, half-asleep, his eyes adjusting to the darkness and your outline before him. You stand there next to his bunk looking right at him, pulling the blanket around you tighter as lightening temporarily sends a flash throughout the bunk room.

"Y/N?" He mumbles quietly, his voice thick with exhaustion and clouded in a haze as he moves to pull the blanket up to his waist. "What's up, kid?"

The two of you lock eyes and stare at each other for a few beats.

"Are you alright?" He asks, rubbing his eyes and sitting up. "What, are you sleepwalking?"

"I can’t sleep,” You say in a shaky whisper, your unsteady breathing finding its way into your words.

You can hear Speirs sigh in the darkness, followed by a brief pause. "You're not supposed to be out of bed," he says in a firm whisper.

But you don't move. You just stay where you are.

Speirs tugs at his blanket again and pushes himself up against the frame, moving his legs so you can sit down on the other end of the bed from him.

The two of you don't say anything for a few painful seconds, and then it becomes evident to him that you’ve been crying.

"What‘re you crying about?" He continues in a grumble-like whisper, watching as a round of thunder makes you wince.

Tears well in your eyes. You're so worried about tomorrow, you don't even know how to express your fears without sounding weak, especially to him.

After another uncomfortable pause, you muster up some courage and meet his gaze again. "I'm . . . I'm really scared about tomorrow, I'm not gonna lie," you whisper.

Speirs breaks eye contact and looks down at his hands, shaking his head.

"I just want to sleep in here with you, that's all. I don't want to be by myself," you continue shyly and quietly, your sobs resurfacing. "Please. Can I sleep next to you?"

Speirs flicks his eyes back to you, a mixture of concern and regret reflected in them. "You . . . you need to go back to your bunk," he says finally in a raspy whisper.

"Please, please," you beg softly. "Please, just let me sleep with you. Please, I promise I'll leave before anyone wakes up." Your voice grows more urgent, more panicked at the thought of him turning you away to suffer in fear on your own.

Something in his face changes as he stares back at you.

Unable to stop yourself, it seems, you scoot across the bed so that your face is inches from Speirs'. Steady tears stream down your face, and for the first time you notice that Speirs looks a bit panicked, like he doesn't know what to do.

He shushes you gently, not in the way that you're used to him speaking, and hesitantly brushes a tear off your cheek. "Shhh, don't cry," he whispers, looking around the room to make sure no one is awake. "Alright, alright. Fine. You can sleep in here. Please just don't cry, don't talk."

"Thank you," you whisper, nodding quickly as you wipe at your tears. "Thank you—”

There’s a rustle in the bunk across from his and you freeze.

Speirs reaches his hand out and places it against your mouth, lightly pushing his fingers all around and in between your lips to quiet you. You let your forehead fall to rest on his, your heart beat quickening in your chest.

"I'm sorry," you manage in a barely audible mumble, trying to catch your breath and hold back the tears.

And then it happens. You’re not sure if it’s because he’s half-asleep, or if he’s been alone for too long, or if he really means it. But it’s happening nonetheless and you’re not the least bit upset.

Speirs gradually begins to kiss you. At first it's timid and thoughtless, as if he's only trying to stop you from making any more noise.

Then a little more freely. More intensely. More passionately. Meanwhile your tears are unable to subside as he does so, something in you shaking loose from the outpouring of emotion and now this.

Once you both break away, he sinks back, breathless, against the bunk frame — a look of stunned pleasure on his face as if he'd just woken up out of the foggy sleep from the kiss alone.

You half-expect him to change his mind and kick you out, but instead he just slides over and pats the sliver of room next to him on the twin mattress.

As you dip under the blanket, he rolls over on his side and pulls you into him.

With your back against his chest, you open your mouth to speak. “I—"

"Shhh, just sleep, sweetheart," he cuts you off drowsily, snuggling against you and scratching up and down your arm soothingly, giving you goosebumps. “I’ve got ya.”

Sweetheart.

Immediately, you feel butterflies in your stomach at those words. You close your eyes, no longer cold and frightened, but altogether safe and at peace, in his arms.

[thorman-barnes]

Secrets

pairing: BuckyNat x fem!Reader

summary: Bucky and his son have a day together???? idk really what this is

masterlist

"Okay little buddy," Bucky sighed, squatting down to be eye level with his son, Mateo. Mateo looked back at him with a grin and playing with one of Natasha's necklaces. "I'll give you five bucks if we don't tell your mom what happened here."

Mateo seemed to think about it and watched as his father pulled put his wallet. He caught a flash of a picture consisting of his two moms and himseld when he was a baby in there before Bucky pulled out a five and closed his wallet. He shoved the wallet back into his pocket and held a five between his index and middle finger in front of Mateo.

"Mama and mommy will get mad," Mateo stated and took a step closer to Bucky. Ignoring the five in Bucky's hand, he put the necklace on top of Bucky's head. He clapped and giggled with the piece of jewlery decorating his father's dark hair. "You look pretty, daddy."

Bucky sighed once more and ran a hand down his face, almost knocking down the necklace. How was he suppose to get Mateo to keep a secret if he's the definition of a mama's boy? Mateo is attached to Y/N and Natasha that he's even taken his spot on the bed just so he can sleep between his two moms. Not to mention, he has fallen asleep in Y/N's office because he refused to leave her side

But back to the secret. You see, recently, SHIELD has taken in quite a number of new recruits. Newbies, if you will. And which two people are a few of the trainers? Bucky and Natasha. One particular recruit had taken a sort of liking to Bucky - much to Natasha's and Y/N's dismay. But the two always dismissed it and often teased Bucky about his 'little girlfriend.' But Bucky was no fool, he knew if he played along, he'd be sleeping on the couch, or worse, be sleeping at Steve's for a week.

And well today, Bucky had to go down to the headquarters and since Y/N was at the Stark Tower and Natasha was briefing with Steve all morning, Mateo gladly followed Bucky around SHIELD. He greeted anyone and everyone they passed and had even offered his stuffed rabbit to an agent who was having a bad day. (Bucky had to pull him away because Mateo kept insisting she take the old thing.) And long story short, they ran into the new recruit who has a crush on him.

Now, Y/N and Natasha knew all too well she flirted with Bucky - Natasha saw it first hand everytime training was in session. But they were professional and their relationship was built on trust. But - yes, there is a but - Mateo, being as young as he is, all he saw was a woman that wasn't one of his moms all over his father and he swore right then and there (in front of the woman too) that he was telling and his mommy was going to kick their butts.

Before Bucky or the new agent could react, Mateo took off running in the direction they came from. He went off screaming for his mama because he confused the Stark Tower for SHIELD and took off running looking for Y/N's lab.

But why was Bucky bribing his son to not say a word to his mothers? Well, when Mateo took off running, Bucky couldn't find him for a solid ten minutes, nevermind that fact his job consisted of finding people or things that were kept hidden.

Mateo had ran into a break room and while the agents tried to figure out whose kid he was, Bucky was ready to call every Avenger he knew to find his kid. Bucky was in full panic mode and his spy ways flew out the window when he couldn't find Mateo.

Natasha and Y/N wouldn't be happy if they found out Bucky lost Mateo - even if he was the one that ran away in the first place. With his two moms, Mateo was a saint. He did everything they asked of him and would be on his best behavior. With Bucky, Mateo seemed to thrive off making his life ten times more difficult. Well, unintentionally that is.

And if you think that's just an exaggeration, once, Bucky and Mateo were left alone in the apartment while Natasha and Y/N finished some last Christmas shopping before the Avengers Christmas Party next week. Mateo had gotten into walk in closet searching for Natasha and had knocked some shoes over and ripped a few shirts when he tried to get off the floor and got a hold of her blouses. Bucky didn't blame him though, he had a fever that day and he wanted Natasha to hold him.

Mateo smiled and placed his little hands on Bucky's cheeks. He began to giggle again when he squished Bucky's cheeks and fell into his father's arms as he laughed uncontrollably - reminding Bucky of Y/N, once you get her laughing it was hard to stop.

"I'm going to miss you, daddy," Mateo sighed and laid his head on Bucky's shoulder as his arm circled around his neck. Bucky raised a brow and was confused. He wasn't going anywhere, that he knew of, that is. His next mission wasn't until a month from now and Mateo wouldn't even know that either. But before Bucky could respond, Mateo said: "My mommy is going to kick your butt."

Bucky chuckled and stood up with the small child in his arms. Mateo kicked his legs behind Bucky's back and grabbed the necklace from his head and began to twist it around his fingers - not at all bothered by the fact that Natasha could possibly kick his butt. "And what about mama?"

"She's gonna watch," Mateo said in a monotone voice that caused laughter to bubble up within Bucky.

When Bucky entered his bedroom, Mateo immediately climbed out of his arms and settled in the middle of the wide bed. He pulled the blankets up onto his small body and laid his head in the sea of soft pillows. "Inside Out," Mateo mumbled to himself as he turned the TV on with the control and began to search for the movie that he begged Bucky to rent a few hours ago before going to SHIELD.

"Don't you have a room of your own to get comfortable in?" Bucky fake accused as he settled beside his son above the blankets. Why Mateo was obsessed with this movie he would never know. Sure the first couple of times he watched the film he liked it as well but Mateo developed a quick obsession with it.

"Shhh," Mateo shushed and covered his dad's mouth with his small hand and kept it there as he watched the movie in awe. His big, brown eyes watching in amazement causing Bucky's heart to melt.

"Don't you know you aren't suppose to talk during movies?"

"Mama!" Mateo's head snapped up at the sound of your voice. He jumped up and climbed over Bucky to run towards Y/¡ and Natasha. He wrapped his arms around her legs as Natasha ruffled up his hair as she took off her shoes.

"Hi bud, how was your day?" Y/N asked, picking her son up into her arms and carrying him over back to the bed. He shrugged and played with the strands of hair falling out of her bun.

"What are we watching?" Natashas asked as she nudged Bucky's thigh with her knee so he can make room for her. He faked a groan and scooted over as she settled beside him with her head resting on his arm.

"Inside Out," Mateo stated as Y/N sat against the headboard and he laid his head on her lap with his feet on Bucky's chest.

Twenty minutes into the film, Natasha was sound asleep beside Bucky. Her soft snores barely audible over the television. Her arm rest across his chest and everyone in the room was sure nothing can wake her. Of the four of them, she was the heaviest sleeper and nothing, not even when Mateo was a baby and would cry in the middle of the night, could wake her. She could sleep through anything really.

"You owe me ten bucks, daddy," Mateo whispered as he poked his cheek. Bucky turned his head to see Mateo giving him a toothy grin as he was trapped underneath Y/N's arm as she slept on her side facing her three loves. "I didn't tell mama or mommy," Mateo said again in a hushed tone. The two froze when Y/N began to stir and held their breaths in. When she settled back into the moutains of pillows and blankets, the two relaxed again.

"I recall it was five dollars," Bucky raised a brow, wondering what on Earth a kid his age could do with five dollars let alone ten. Thinking back now, for all the times he has ever given Mateo a dollar or two, he's never seen him waste a penny of it.

Mateo shook his head and subconciously played with the ring on Natasha's finger. He kept circling it around and every now and then he gently tugged on it to take it off but couldn't. See, nothing could wake her. "Five to not tell mama and a five to not tell mommy."

Bucky kept himself from bursting into laughter. He shoupd have known better. Mateo once convinced Sam to give him a twenty and to this day, he still doesn't know how he did it. "Fine but if you tell your moms, you owe me twenty - for my troubles."

"If you both don't stop talking, you both owe me a twenty for my troubles," Y/N yawned and kicked Bucky's leg causing Mateo to giggle and settle back comfortably into Y/N's arms to watch the rest of the movie as Bucky hissed in pain from the kick.

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i mean i miss LDC and i gave up hope on domino lmao

(domino is SO hard to get back to–– but i’m tired of holding onto it. here’s what i have written SO FAR. idk what is in it cos it’s been so long, but enjoy! maybe i’ll finish it haha/// also this is totally unedited so there’s lots of typos and missing italics but––– here u go)

DOMINO PART 10 | Tom Holland x Reader (# F I N A L L Y) incomplete version

TEASER| PART 1| PART 2 |PART 3 |PART 4 | PART 5| PART 6| PART 7| PART 8 | PART 9 |… (next update ???) 

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You know things have fallen into place, and that you should feel safe and secure but the weight of it all sure is heavy.

Warning: bittersweet scents, smut, and falling (action)

Word Count: 6K so far lmaOOOOOOOO

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“Oh my god, is this supposed to hurt? Cos, it really fucking hurts–” Harrison hisses, the sharp “s” sounds cutting through the air.

“Awww, can’t handle a little bit of pain, Haz?” you tease, letting your tongue flick in an exaggerated drawl.

“Well, it’s my fucking face,” he whines.

Zendaya giggles, chiming in as she brushes her hair over her shoulder, “Tom doesn’t have any problem with it…”

Tom sit backs, rolling his shoulders as he tilts his head to look at you,

“Well, I have Y/N to kiss it better.”

You laugh, mumbling for him to shut up.

Harrison retorts quickly, lowering his voice to lay on the charm,

“Well, maybe if Zendaya does it,” he licks his lip while bowing his head, “I’ll feel a little better.”

“I’d just rip the damn thing off,” Zendaya laughs mercilessly.

Harrison makes a shocked face, recoiling away from Zendaya as she playfully hulks over to him. He has half of a black nose-strip stuck on, his skin pink from the tugging. His eyes were pricked red with tears.

“Oh, don’t be such a baby,” Zendaya says softly as she gets closer. You catch her tapping his chin upward, and see the soft look he gives back to her. They bicker a bit, but it makes you feel warm to hear it.

“Nasty,” you hear Tom mumble beside you. You turn back to him, and he’s looking down at his porestrip, blanching at what it had pulled out. He looks up at you with bright, excited eyes as he sings, “Lemme see yours!”

You scrunch your face as you hand it over to him, and he starts comparing the hills and mountains between you.

“Fucking disgusting—”

“Hey!” you huff, putting your hands on your hips. You bump his shoulder with your hip as he sits on the couch.

He makes a face, and hugs your waist easily, dropping the strips in the trash besides you. You look down at him and see that he still has black residue on his nose, and you scrape it off gently,

“Sorry, sorry, love. You’re gorgeous,” his voice scratches low and sexy and teasing.

“You know you are.”

Tom mumbles that, rubbing his face into your shirt, and you can feel his nose drag across your clothed skin. You laugh as you bend down to pound your fists into his back, and then hug him playfully.

Sugary sweet.

Maybe too sweet.

Zendaya makes snippy comments about how mushy you guys are, and Harrison hugs her waist with a little hesitation. She hugs him easily, but you know it’s just her bravado coming out. It makes you laugh to see their clumsy act and debate whether or not they were worse than you and Tom.

You see Zendaya easily sit on the arm of Harrison’s chair, hugging him gently with her manicured nails raking through his hair.

A pretty family portrait.

What a lovely feeling to have your friends in one place together, to have your feelings organized and put out for show.

But this is all just for a little while–

Harrison had his big break, his PA thing, and Zendaya was always busy, but now she would be busy in Europe.

They had each other though, and they could see each other often.

Europe wasn’t too far away, right?

Tom…

No clue how that would pan out.

Tom feels your body tense under him, how your body ran cold and you stood still. He hugs your waist tighter, his hands pulling your shirt a bit, as he spoke some hopeful words,

“Hey, hey, we’ll be alright, if you want us to be.”

He said that a lot.

It doesn’t always put you at ease.

Because, of fucking course you wanted it to work out. Of course you wished for the best, and trying your hardest, but what do you do if the odds continue to stack against you?

You look down at the pretty boy in your arms again, his big doe eyes looking up at you. You ruffle his messy curls in turn and hum,

“Okay.”

Then Tom whispers the words you never get tired of hearing, and you hold onto to every syllable, click of his tongue, rasp of his voice.

Okay.

-

You all wash the remnants of the masks off, splitting up into your seperate bathrooms. You change and return back to Zendaya’s room upstairs, the sacred room, previously hidden and now open. Open to more than just you, to her closest friends. But specifically to one though.

You and Tom would hear Harrison’s door open and close in the night, the excited steps padding up the stairs. You always giggled about it, were warmed by it, and were very aware that in a lot of ways they were more reserved than you already were with Tom.

You enter back into Zendaya’s room, seeing Haz first, with his laptop in hand while searching for a movie to watch. He had a loose batman onesie on, yellow cap fluttering behind him. Zendaya was dressed like a giraffe, her long legs spread across her huge bed while on her phone.

You were wearing a baggy Spider-Man pajama set, jumping into the room to catch their attention.

“I hate you guys,” Tom grumbles behind you, dressed like a big, green frog. He hasd his hand on his hips and lips puckered.

You turn back to hug his waist, biting your lip and giggling. He hugs you back and rocks you back and forth, glad to see you smiling, at least.

“Embrace the meme,” Harrison addsed, snickering from behind his laptop. Zendaya snortsed.

Tom rolls his eyes and pulls up your hood so that you have half of the Sspider-Mman mask on your face. He pokes your nose softly and sings,

“Okay, okay, as long as Ii get to be the frog in your mouth, I don’t care.”

You laugh and push him away as he bends to kiss your cheek.

Zendaya rolls herhis eyes, hopping off the bed, and you see that the onsie is a little too short for her legs, ironic for the giraffe costume., “We get it, we get it.”

You stick your tongue out and run up to hug her too, “You’ll always be my MJ!” you stick your tongue out, “Wanna reenact the Sspider-Mman kiss?”

She pulls the mask over your eyes, “In your dreams.”

“Yeah, Ii guess,” you retort, jutting a chin at the flustered blonde, “Batman’s looking a little lonely.”

Harrison’s cheeks flush as he adjusts his glasses.

“Awww, miss me already?” Zendaya teases.

“Can we just watch a movie?” he retorts, exasperatedly.

You guys set up a projector, showing it on a blank wall opposite of the bed. You turn down the lights, and crawl into bed together.

You and Z crawl into the middle, Tom by your side and Harrison curled up next to her. You all fit together perfectly, with a lot more room than the trunck of a car.

You lean your head against Zendaya’s shoulder, and her head leansed back on Harrison. YourYou eyes trailed down and seeaw their hands holding each other. It makes you smile.,

“Gross,” you whisper to her.

Zendaya scoffs, kicking your leg, before smoothing her foot against you.

Tom sticks close behind you, laying on his side so that his arm easily falls over your stomach. You can see that his sleeves are rolled up, exposing his skin, cut with veins.

You play with his fingers, rolling them between yours, and he hugs you close to him. You could feel him let out a content sighn behind you.

You guys watch Thor: Ragnarok, deciding that you don’t want to watch anything too serious on this last night together. You guys laugh a bit, kicking each other and squirming, making the bed a whole lot hotter than it needed to be.

Harrison fallsfell asleep first, soft snores and a limp arm on Zendaya. Then you feel felt her settle into the bed, turning away from you a bit, her sleepy voice was barely audible,

“… you guys can ju…just sleep up here,” she offersed, a lazy hand waving, “Stay in the bed… or there’s a pull out couch over there–”

You smile, kissing her shoulder, “Thanks.”

Your room wasn’t far away, and it surely wouldn’t be a hassle to move, but Zendaya wanted you guys to stay together. Even if it was just for a night. She humsmed happily.

You look over your shoulder, towards the couch, and are met with sleepy, dark eyes. Tom was still wide-awake;, he did always say that he hasd a hard time falling asleep.

Your stomach does a little flip, and he pushes himself against you, suddenly feeling his hard bulge on your ass. You smile as his arms hug you tight,

“Turn around, love.”

You don’t.

He brings his hands up and down your body, one on your back andan the other on your waist. He smooths the hot felt fabric on your skin and you wanted nothing more thant to take off the claustrophobic fabric. Your eyes flicker up to your friends in front of you.

They arewere fast asleep, and you cancould  only imagine what she would say if she sawsay you in this compromised position.

You give in and turn in your spot.

The low rumble of the movie in the background, and flashes of bright color on Tom’s face makde your heart flutter. Your lips twitched into a smile, as you settled into his arms just to look up at him for a moment.

His cheek is was pushed up against the pillow, his wild eyebrow remaininged unruly, andthere was a wrinkle between his brows in longing. You decide it’s time to make a movemovie.

The second you lifted your chin, his lips are were on yours. Your clammy, sweaty hands reached up for his face, to pull him closer as you breathed into each other. You could feel the waves of heat blow on your face and ripple through your body as you makde out with Tom.

You hear shifting on the bed behind you, which makes you immediately pull away and exclaim,

“I can’t do this!”

Tom laughs, finally grinning. He looks over your shoulder, raising his brows and doesn’t see any movement behind you. He shrugs, and unbuttons the top of your Sspider-Mman onesie. And then another, and another, and then he whines,

“Ffuck , babe,” he leans his head back and makes a face, seeing that all you haved on iwas a lacy bralette. He makes a whiny noise and then kisses your collar,

“I can’t not do this.”

You giggle, playfully pulling his hair as he peppers kisses on your neck and collar. His hand reaches up and pulls the Sspider-Mman hood over your head. Then itthey holds your sides, and he kisses your nipples through the bra. You stifle a moan, and replace it with a hard shudder.

“… Aaren’t you supposed to be in my mouth?” you reference, pulling at his vibrant green costume.

He laughs, “Yyou want me to be there?”

You nod, and he smiles, eyes crinkling as he sits up a bit, shrugging off the top portion of his onesie. He hasd nearly nothing on underneath, his hard chest and abs glowing under the faint light. You bite your lip as he dips closer, crawling over to hang over you.

“..Mmmm” a sound comes from your side. Zendaya shifted again.

You pull your shoulders up and let out a string of curses, Tom laughs, sitting back on his heels, tilting his head at you. You went all those years before goofing off in front of your friends, and now you suddenly couldn’t? Hilarious.

Tom reaches out towards you, a finger tracing a line on the side of your face. He pushes it against your lips,

“Pull-out?”

“Excuse me?” you stutter at his implication.

He smiles wider, and his voice is light,

“The couch. Let’s move to the pull-out couch, babe.”

You brush his hands away, as he hops off the bed. You follow in suit, before turning around and throwing a blanket over youryou sleeping friends.

You walk up next to him, and he throws a heavy arm over your shoulder,

“Damn, Y/N. What were you thinking about?”

You scrunch your face, looking at how he let the onesie hang around his hips, his body flexed in a way that is just unfair. You don’t say anything in return, just content under his arm.

Tom sets down on the couch, and you follow in suit, laying on top of him. He tucks your hair behind your ear, and takes a second to look at you. You look a little sleepy, a little flustered, and a little in love. His heart breaks for a moment, before filling back up with warmth.,

“Now, where were we?”

You laugh, resting your forehead against his chest.

Exactly where we want to be.

You and Tom have slow and fragile sex on Zendaya’s couch, moaning and whispering against the soft snores of your friends in the dark.

…

So, please don’t leave me, baby.

-

“Ah!” you wake up to a soft, but sharp moan.

Your eyes squint open against the bright light, in a room that’s familiar.. But not quite. You’re in Zendaya’s room.

You look down at the weight of your chest, a pretty boy sprawled on top of you… His eyes awere shut and he was not the source of the noise.

You hear muffled curses and giggles of a certain couple across the room. Your eyes widen in realization and a hand flies to cover your mouth.

Tom stirs, and you look at him with bulging eyes, and he mouths, “what?” You both spend a couple of minutes listening to your friends fuck in the bed beside you. His jaw drops, before he smiles and nods, biting his lip, “go, H!”

Ok. So, they’re a thing. Like a real thing, definitely? Yeah? Right?

The exclamations from Zendaya and grunts from Harrison made it seem like they were a thing.

You and Tom hold each other tightly, stifling yourselves from laughing in embarrassment and a fit of “oh GOD’s.” Maybe they didn’t know you were still there?

And lord knows how long this’ll go on for––

Tom sits up, still hidden by the back of the couch that faces them, and crawls up to you. He holds a cheeky finger up to his lips as one hand pushes down on your shoulder. You shake your head slowly, and then quickly in realization. He smiles a toothy fucking grin, as he leans in to kiss you.

“No,” you laugh., “Sstop,” you whisper, but your arms are through (Did you mean “threw”? Or “thrown”? I’m not really sure what “through around” means) thrown around Tom, forcing him closer despite your verbal protests. He smiles against you, fingers wandering across your body.

“Make me.”

You look at him defiantly, but you’re kind of turned on by all this– Tom’s fingers cautiously play with the hem of your panties, maybe still damp from last night, or from the sounds of the morning. He massages your slowly, playing with the slickness.

“Think of me, and not Harrison, alright?” he mumbles, fingers pushing into you.

Your thighs squeeze around his arm, and you make a face. He was intentionally going at the same pace as Haz and Z, listening to their gasps and letting you match up with them. Kind of hard to ignore.

The sights and sounds of the room fade away, and you can only feel Tom’s skilled fingers inside you, and the way that your face feels numb. Your body shudders and shakes as you reach your high, only brought back by a certain pair in ecstacy too.

“Fuuuckk….”

“Oh shit––” you hear your pretty friend say, and you haved no idea what that was in reference to.

“Let me get a towel, sorry,” Harrison mumbles, his voice a lot deeper and huskier and hotter than usual, making you feel a blush in your chest. Tom licks his fingers clean and playfully pushes your shoulder at your reaction to it.

Harrison fumbles around the room, and you hear the bathroom door open. It makes you giggle and Tom sloppily kisses your chest as he lays back down against you. Your body is still wracked with soft tremors, and he hugs you.

Zendaya starts to move around the room, and that makes you flustered. Your sputter a bit, trying to push him off of you so you could get under the blankets and hide your face. But he won’t wouldn’t let you, hugging you with a vice like grip as he gets to hide himself. You shut your eyes and pray that you could keep it together and just pretend to be asleep.

You can feel and hear Zendaya look over the side of the couch to see you. Your eyes are probably held shut tighter than they need to be.

She tuts her lips, and just hangs there for a second.

You sigh, opening your eyes to see her looking a little flushed and bright and glowing.

You open your mouth, but she speaks first, talking back to the blonde in the room,

“Yeah the lil shits are asleep–– Don’tDont’ worry.” She winks at you.

You sputter back at her, but no words come out, just incredulrecudlous sounds. She scrunches her face and smiles dazzlingly,

“This makes us even.”

She turns her head, a beautiful crown of curls flaying out. You hear them both retreat back into the bathroom, conversations muffled as the door closes. You hear the shower run.

“.. Wwhat the fuck,” Tom’s voice cracks, lifting his face from your chest.

Both of you guys burst into a fit of laughter as you accuse him of selling you out, and he says that you’re a terrible actress. You hold his warm back under your hands, and he’s propped up on his elbows, hands under you.

The sun hits his face just right, catching a bit of glow, and his hair shines an almost red-brown. It makes you smile, shutting your eyes for a moment to breathe out.

“Y/N?”

You hug him for a second, before pulling his hair back,

“Let’s get out of here.”

-

After a few hours, Haz and Z are were both set to leave forto Europe. They are were going their separateseperate ways–, not just from you, but from each other. He hasd his own string of gigs in one place, and so does did she.

Kinda heartbreaking in more ways than one.

Zendaya gives you a big hug and you throw youryou arms around her too. She leans into you more than  usual, holds you a little longer, and talks a little softer. It makes you sad.

“I’ll be back in no time. T, take care of yourself.”

“I should be saying that to you!” your voice kind of breaks, but you smooth it over with a joke, “Keep killing it, Z.”

She laughs, pulling away from you to hold your shoulders at arm’s length. You could swear her eyes were a little teary already, “I’ll literally be back here in a month. Everything here is yours. Don’t be shy, girl.”

You make an ugly pouting face, “Yeah, thanks, Z. I’ll–– I’ll watch over things for you.”

“Don’t you dare let my cacti die!”

“I’ll try my best.”

You both struggle to find the words to say, knowing that this time the period of separation would be a lot longer. You’ve both been through a lot, and have been each other’s biggest support system… Wwhat would things be like apart?

“Hey, fly out as soon as you can. We got tickets for you whenever you want it,” she coos, her thumb brushing against your cheek.

“Thanks, babe,” you say quietly, looking anywhere but her amber eyes. You stare at her changing curls, nodding softly.

“”I’m serious, I’m going to be pissed if I don’t see you out there with us!”

“I know,” you laugh, shifting your weight.

It’s going to be hard, honestly. You’re in your last year of college, and you have your own real life pressures weighing on you. Dropping it all to go to Europe with your friends sounds like an amazing deal but…

Zendaya drops her bag and nearly knocks you over in a hug again,

“I’m going to miss you so fucking much!”

Tears blur your vision as you hug her back, burying you face into her collar, muffling yourself,

“I know, I’m going to miss you too.”

It hurts to say it out loud.

“Eat your goddamn breakfast, okay?” she says, prolonging it all, trying to pour all her sentiment at once.

You nod into her and pull away, both of you rubbing your noses and wiping your eyes. They are were both rimmed red as you break into laughter.

Zendaya takes a step back, and Harrison moves forward, hugging you and rubbing your back,  he pullings you up on your toes. You hug him back, leaning a cheek on his shoulder,

“You take care of her––”

“I will.”

“And take care of yourself too, dummy.”

He gives you a hard pat on the back, laughing as he rolls his neck back. His observant eyes pore over you, reading the stress in your face. He kisses your forehead and squeezes your shoulder reassuringly,

“Call me when you can. You know Ii’m alway by my phone.”

You laugh, sniffling. You’ve been through it all with him, weird wet dreams, kisses, friendship, fake fucking dating? You were sure you could conquer it all with him. And he means so much to you.

You watched the two of them pack up their stuff and shuffle out the door. They geot picked up and driove off, and you watched until you can’t couldn’t see the car anymore.

You step back from the door, shutting it. And the silence is deafening for a moment, white noise echoing, and cold.

Warm arms wrap around your waist, and a head rests against yours, bringing you back to reality even for a moment. You weren’t sure if you wanted it back though.

“”Tom?”

He responds by kissing your shoulder.

You settle your back against him, and you can feel all the words he wants to say in this hug.

He made the silence quiet (what does this mean?) , he brought back the sparks of life and why it was worth living.

Tom is was staying as long as he can, stretching out this moment to its limits.

Hopefully, it doesn’t snap.

You turn around and hug his chest, willfully avoiding his face. You know it would break your resolve, make you crumble, make you cave, make you cry.

You stand in the foyer together, standing still.

Two of your good friends are were away now,  Laura is was conquering the world on her own press tours, Jacob is was flying out from his home.

You are were here.

And Tom is was here.

But for how much longer?

Tom begins to sway side to side, humming a song and smoothing your hair. Your felt your fingers itch to grab and claw and beg him to stay. You vibrateing in an odd anger, a strange guilty, a peculiar sense of calm.

Your body quietsed and you let yourself just hug him. Just enjoy this.

It’s important for you to feel these things, to not stifle yourself. You’ll regret suppressing these emotions when you look back. Too often we are content with feeling nothing. There are were some facts to face, and you would prefer to approach them with sincerity, so that you don’t look back and feel the disappointment of “what could have been.”

Still, they are were hard facts to face.

“We’ll be okay, babe,” Tom comforts.

You were going to be alone.

-

Tom hasd one last day with you in LA. You spendt it waddling around the house together, arms tucked tightly around his waist and sticking to him like a shadow. He laughsed and tells told you it is was hard to walk this way, but you don’t didn’t have the heart to let go and he doesn’t didn’t have the heart to tell you to.

Usually you would have liked to take a nap with him, sleep away you r worries in his arms, but you don’t didn’t want to waste any time.

Tom hasd to pack a few things, so you siat on his bed, watching him run around the room. He pacesd a lot, and looksed back at you often. His face softensed when he catches caught your eyes, smiling a little.

It was sinking in.

He stops mid-packing, clothes and half-folded and thrown around the floor. He just throws threw his hands up, saving the trouble for later and joinsed you in bed.

You can could tell by his hungry expression that he wantsed to have sex. Wild, passionate, loving, good bye sex… but you don’t didn’t want to. Not tonight.

“You sure?” he asks, hand tracing up your thigh. His voice is was a little disappointed, “You don'tdont want anything from me?”

You nod, blinking slowly.

“Are you alright?”

You nod again, lip trembling.

“Yeah.. yeah, I’m fine.”

Tears spilled out of your eyes,

“Sh-shit, haha, sorry,” you laugh, looking up at the ceiling so that they won’t wouldn’t fall. You sniffle and shake your head, “I’m sorry I can’t give you what you want right now… but.. I just want to hold you.”

You bring your head back down to look at him. Hair sticks to your face a bit, and you try to smile,

“I just want to cuddle.”

Tom’s eyebrows crinkle and he lets out a loud exhale, stretching his arms out,

“Of course! That’s fine, babe, whatever you want!”

You smile, wiggling into his arms as you hug him back. You smell the detergent on his clothes and, the faint scente of his sweat and just take it in. You nuzzle into his neck, and feel the rumble of his voice as he speaks,

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

He rubs your back and you hug him, fingers stretching wide across his back. You enjoy the silence together, listening to each other’s steady heartbeats and breath.

Tom kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheek, your neck, your shoulder, hands smoothing down your clothes––

“Tom,” you say warningly. You end it with a laugh and look down at him.

He smiles apologetically, pretending that he wasn’t up to no good. You can’t couldn’t resist those big brown eyes, innocently looking up at you.,

“Sorry, sorry. I’m just memorizing you, alright.”

Fuck.

You feel felt a stab in your chest at his words. Don’t memorize, you think to yourself. You don'tdont’ want to be apart long enough to even miss each other.

All this is just reminding you further that he’s going to be away.

Far from home.

Tom’s curious hands move over your waist, and stomach, fingers feeling the ripples and contours of you.

“I don’t want to forget anything.”

And that just makes you feel worse, and you wonder if he feels felt your stomach drop because he corrects himself quickly,

“I won’t forget anything.”

He pats your hip, reassuring you with the same words you’ve heard over and over this whole week. At this point, it doesn’t mean anything anymore,

“Don’t worry, darling. I’m right here.”

It’s more of a painful reminder that he’ll be gone.

“… Nnot for much longer.”

“But Ii’m here now, that’s what matters most––”

“But––!!”

Tom smiles, smacking his lips and shaking his head. His brows twitchtwtich then hardened as he leans closer,

“Don’t think about it. We only know.. What’s here right in front of us.”

He reaches out and pulls your hair out from under you, smoothing it behind your shoulder.

It’s funny how he knows what to say, and how to reassure you. You’re still working on finding ways to be better for him, better to him.

“We can only control what’s right here, right now.”

You breathe out a smile, making him grin too. He tickles your sides for a second, forcing you to laugh, giggly, bright and true. You settle into each other’s arms again, and your fingers lightly trace shapes into his arms, then smooth to hold under his elbow. You flick your eyes up and whisper,

“You’re a real romantic, you know that Tom?”

He shrugs, one side of his mouth pulling higher than the other. He props his head up on his arm so that he can look down on you. In a sleepy voice he waggles his head,

“I try to be. Just for you.”

You make a gross face, soon covered by smiles again. You take a second to look up at him, your eyes twinkling softly. The space between you feels like nothing.

You lean up to kiss him, and Tom leans down.

Warm lips meet each other, all the words fall away, and this moment is yours.

It’s the exact, soft and tender kiss you had always dreamed about. The one where in the movie where the camera pans around the pair, rain is falling or the sun is shining brightly. The main theme song plays, and the audience erupts into thunderous applause––

You got the main lead, that part was to the t. But his lips get a little rough, his hands touch places that are a bit more rated-r, and he tugs on your clothes––

“Hey, no funny business, alright?” you hum, laughing.

Tom’s nose nuzzles into your cheek as he laughs, sighing exaggeratedly, “Nothing gets past you, darling.”

You nod, tilting your head up, exposing your neck. He takes the hint, kisses your sweet skin, and your hands roam under his shirt, lifting it up to feel his chest. Your fingers spread a warm blush across his chest as you tease,

“I just want to….” a hand dances around hem of his sweatpants, “Remember you too.”

You touch him soft and slow, memorizing the curve of his thigh, his knobby knees, the mole on his back, his wrists, his ears, his neck, his––

The slow kisses bleed into slow sex.

“I love you, Tom holland.”

“I love you too, Y/N,” he lifts his head, and past his wavy brown hair, you see big brown eyes. They’re smoldering with something for you, something you confidently understand is love. His smile makes your heart break for the fourth time this day, but he fills it back up with burning affection,

“And I will always be thinking of you.”

-

And with that, Tom left.

Gone.

Miles and miles and hours and hours away.

He left on a good note, both of you madly in love. Both of you desperate to keep the fire going, to keep the spirit alive.

And it did, for a little while. And it wasn’t desperate, at first.

Your good friends were away, pursuing their careers, and you were at home doing the same. Your last year of college was starting soon, and your internship would pick up next week. There were plenty of things to keep you mind busy, to point your attention somewhere else.

Tom kept up with the messaging for the first few days, and you did you best too, coordinating time-zones and sleep schedules. You took turns staying up for each other until things had to tighten up.

You found yourself spending a lot of your spare time sleeping, saving up for when you could see his sleepy face on your phone screen, or just to pass the time. Sleep was a good way to avoid your repsponsiblilties, and make tomorrow come a touch sooner. And you never really spent much time excerisng outside, but now you take daily walks, just to get yourself out of the house. The fresh air felt good.

You knew it would be too easy to hole up, and hide away.

You get a message from Zendaya every morning and night, sometimes you hold a conversation together, and sometimes they’re just little reminders or jokes. You guys made it a point to send each other pictures whenever you could. You make sure she sees you smiling.

Harrison messages you a bit too, he’s been all over the place. Photoshoots, filming, and his stuff with Spider-Man, he almost seemed busier than Tom. You’re kind of jealous, actually. Just in the way that he handles it all so well, being apart from his friends so well. You take inspiration from him, and always send him warm wishes.

You really only see Laura through instagram these days, babe was real busy.

Jacob was more of the same.

Dear, dear friends, living lives without you.

It makes you sad, but it’s nothing to feel real, lasting pain over. You feel a genuine sense of happiness and pride when you see their smiling faces, they’re really doing their very best out there.

And so should you.

In the last licks of summer, you went out to the beach with some friends from college. You enjoyed the hot sun, and sting of the ocean waves. You take in deep breaths and remind yourself that your world relies on you and no one else.

Not that you’re thinking of revolving around a certain someone.

You post some pictures you know you look great in on instagram, wanting to put your own foot in the rally of your famous friend’s posts.

It was a set of three pictures, the first was a tasteful side view, your eyes bold and brave, licks of salt through your hair.

You create a bit of a whirlwind, hollers and love and compliments pour in from your friends. They didn’t forget you, no, they’re happy to see you doing well on your own. These little interactions keep you going.

Tom didn’t comment too much though.

You check your instagram photos, and he leaves a like, and a little cryptic emoji. It makes you smile, and drives the fans wild.

You wish it were a little more than that though.

You spend a lot of nights in Tom’s room, clinging to the smell he left behind. You wrapped yourself up in his blanket, pushing pillows around you to mimic his presence. You wear his shirts, and use his bathroom, just to pretend he’s there.

And that was all fine too, until the scent started to wear away.

That was when you started to sleep in your room, and shut his door. You only came in there when you missed him most, sitting against the doorframe and look up into the quiet room. It smelled like him, looked like the way he left it….

But it wasn’t a replacement for Tom.

Not at all.

It made you cry… a lot.

Not sobs, not shaking, trembling tears. Just the occasion drip of tears, or prick in your eyes when you felt extra lonely. Looking at his shirt hung on the back of your chair made your eyes squint and lips press together.

Tom… didn’t message you as much as you would have liked.

You’re understanding though. He was filming, he was travelling, he was going out with his own friends. That’s fine. That totally fine. You were on the grind too.

A month has gone by, school has started. You’re juggling the internship, a full load of classes, and taking care of yourself. You had to squeeze him in the cracks, just as he has to do for you.

Every time you got to get a glimpse of his face in a all, he was in a car, or he couldn’t talk privately, or was about to sleep, or get out of bed.

It’s so fucking frustrating.

-

“Are you alright?”

“Of cuorse”

“Hey, show me your face darling”

You don’t reply

“Y/N?”

You show him

“.. oh,  babe.”

“Sorry! I.. i don’t want to make you feel guilty or antyhing, I’m ok, really.”

He doesn’t speak this time

“I.. i just really fuckign miss you that’s all. And i’m so fuckign tired, ah, you dont want to hear this.”

“No, no i do want to hear it.” “please, tell me what’s on your mind. It’s hard to read you when we’re thousands of mile apart.”

Oof.

“… that’s what’s tearing me apart. The fact that we’re apart.”

“Babe– I can––”

“No, no, stay where you are,” you manage to laugh, “I’m not… asking to see you. Or well, I am, but… you know.”

“I know.”

You sigh, “I.. I just want to talk to you a little bit more. You’re doing your thing, and I’m doing mine, but I want to .. hear about it. At least, and like, from you.”

Tom laughs,

“Sorry, I’ve been a shit boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?”

“That’s what I am, aren’t I?”

You laugh, “Not sure if you’ve officially asked me.”

“Well, this is me officially asking you,” his voice is light and lovely, “Will you be mine?”

“Oh, please just say it tom.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

You laugh, and it clicks in you. This was it, this is all you needed from him. Pieces of reassurance to keep the line going. It’s not needy, or desperate, it’s just the comfort you need.

“Of course.”