#lets all have a moment of silence for haz's pancakes lmao
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tommysparker · 5 years ago
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Take A Break [Tom Holland x Reader]
Slightly inspired by Take A Break from Hamilton: An American Musical. Mostly inspired by me being a stressed student who just wants someone to cuddle with. 
Special shoutout to @greenorangevioletgrass for beta-reading and generally being an awesome friend! Love you broadway bestie bro <3
Warnings: fluff. just fluff. Also Haz’s famous pancakes make an appearance
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“Well, look who finally came out of their cave.” Harrison exclaimed, peeking his head out from the corner of the kitchen. 
You scowled, partially from his comment, mainly from the blinding sunlight pouring into the house through the sliding doors. Who needed sun when you had the light of a computer screen? “Shut up. I only came down for food, and I’m only accepting pancakes so either get to it or piss off.”
The dirty blonde boy only grinned before disappearing behind the wall. Prick. 
“Darling, you’re up!” your boyfriend exclaimed, standing up from his spot on the living room couch and walking over to engulf you in a hug. “I missed you this morning,” he muttered into your neck as he kissed it sweetly. 
Shit, it isn’t morning?
 “Been workin’,” you replied lazily, melting into his warmth.
Though you and Tom have been together for a while now, and usually sleep in the same bed, lately you’ve been sleeping in the spare bedroom to keep the madness that is education confined into one space. He says he doesn’t care about the mess, but you insisted that once you catch up on everything you’ve been neglecting, he has all the power to hold on to you and never let go for a whole week. Tom fully planned to hold you to that promise. 
“You should take a break, you’ve been working day and night for three days now,” he hummed, planting another kiss next to your ear. 
“Baby, you know I can’t--” 
“Oi! You two love birds can get it on later. I’m not letting your sex life get in the way of my famous pancakes being eaten.” 
You rolled your eyes fondly, pulling yourself away from Tom’s embrace, immediately missing having his arms around you. “I’ll take a plate to-go, thank you.” 
Tom whined at your response to his best friend. “Nooooo, stay with meeee.” 
“Tom I--” 
“Staaaaayyyyy.” 
“Tom--” 
“C’moooooonnnnn, take a break!” 
“To-”
“Take a break and get awaaayyy-!”
“I swear to god if you start singing Hamilton I will not hesitate to burn you like Eliza burnt those letters.” 
“Wait, but wouldn’t I be Eliza 'cuz I’m telling you to take a break but you being Alexander refuses to-- hold on. Are you gonna cheat on me next time I leave the house?-- Ow!” Tom ended his ramble short to rub the back of his head, Harrison standing behind him holding up a spatula. “Dick.” 
“Shut up, my pancakes are getting cold.” You giggled at the exchange, padding over to the kitchen counter where a fresh plate of pancakes sat, your boyfriend hot on your tail.
“The least you can do is eat down here,” Tom remarked, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling your head from behind. He knows how stressed you can get when it comes to deadlines, especially when said deadlines have passed and you still haven’t got the assignment turned in, and he hates seeing you so worked up. Also can’t a man just miss his partner? 
During the lockdown period, Tom had gotten a lot more attached, meaning he always wanted some form of affection. So, the times you did crawl out of your hideout, he took full advantage of the time-slot. 
You leaned back into his chest, turning your head to place a light kiss on his cheek, completely ignoring his claim. “You’re adorable when you get all needy.” 
That earned an embarrassed groan from your lover. 
“Please Y/n, just stay down with us for at least two hours. I can’t take much more of his whining,” Harry pleaded, a teasing smile aimed at his older brother, to which he responded by flipping him off. 
Regardless, all the boys agreed on wanting you to spend some time with them for a little while. 
You sighed, thinking oh what the hell. A few hours won’t hurt anyone. 
The minute you agreed, Tom picked you up, your body laid over his shoulder, and marched straight to the couch. “Tom what the hell-- put me down!”
“M’kay,” he responded cheekily, dropping you on the sofa before laying on top, trapping you between his body and the large cushions. He grinned at your protests, simply resting his head on your chest and holding you like you’d disappear any second. “Shush, I’m cuddling.” 
“I can see that,” you remarked, raking your fingers through his hair, earning some hums of approval from your human weighted blanket. As much as you would have preferred to be in Tom’s position, you did admit it was nice to sit back and relax a little. Maybe you should take breaks more often. 
“Hold on a damn second, someone has to eat these bloody pancakes!”
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I really hope you enjoyed this! I know its short, but it’s my first fic on tumblr and I was running on one hour of sleep so...yeah. 
Feedback is always welcome! 
Tagging some people who will hopefully like this: @greenorangevioletgrass @soraitmnt @angel-spidey @farfromparker @allegra-writes @parkerpeter24 @tetralea @theactualprincessofeverything @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh
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suit-lady · 7 years ago
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With All My Heart.
Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Summary: This is a drabble request from this drabble list (yeah, that’s how old this req is. rip anon im so sorry). #21: “I’m bulletproof... but please don’t shoot me.” and #28: “How drunk was I?”  Alternatively, Harrison begins to worry that he might be losing you, and he lets all his feelings out when he’s wasted.
Warnings: Cursing maybe? Drunkenness. Harrison cries. (why do i do this)
Word Count: 1600 exactly (I’m on a roll my dudes)
A/N: This ended up being cuter than I thought it was going to be LMAO... yes I promise this one has a happy ending okay
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Finally. After what seemed like an eternity, Tom and your longtime boyfriend, Harrison, were home from filming and press things. They were spending the afternoon and evening being showered in “welcome home”s by their families, but you’d already called the evening. Once they were over at your apartment, they weren’t going home for the night. They knew they were having a few drinks, but you’d pulled a few strings and gotten a whole group of their old college friends together… and they were all extremely ready to party with their old friend Spider-Man.
You greeted the duo at the door after shushing the twenty plus people in your apartment. Once they’d hugged you and gotten the chance to take off their coats, all of your guests jumped out from their hiding places. The yell of “surprise” rang at an incredible volume, and the shock on Tom and Harrison’s faces was beyond worth it. Smiling widely, Haz pulled you into a hug.
“You did this for us?”
“Of course I did, babe.”
You pledged sobriety so that Harrison and Tom would let loose. Spending most of your time DJ’ing and bartending from your spot in the kitchen, you watch your boys have the time of their lives with their friends. They were both smashed by one, but you knew they would be. By two, everyone except your duo had gotten rides home, and you were helping Tom to bed.
“Stay right here, okay?” you told a half-coherent Haz as you slung Tom’s arm around your shoulder.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Fuck, Tom, you need to lay off the boxing.” You drug your friend to the guest room with exactly no help from him. If he hadn’t been still singing some song from The Greatest Showman under his breath, you would have been sure he was passed the fuck out. He did pass out pretty much as soon as you flopped him over onto the bed. “Thanks for the help, buddy,” you said as you covered him up so that he didn’t freeze overnight.
When you came back to Harrison, he was curled up on the couch. You touched his shoulder gently, but he flinched away from you. Frowning, you sat down on the floor next to him. You tried again, much more slowly this time, resting your hand on his shoulder when he seemed to relax.
“Baby, are you okay?”
“I’m bulletproof, but please… don’t shoot me.” His voice was muffled against the couch.
“Haz… What do you mean?” you asked, worry straining your voice.
He shifted, flipping over so quickly that you were taken aback. As he sat up, he took your wrist and pulled you up onto your knees. It was obvious that he’d been crying. On most occasions, Haz wasn’t a sad drunk, so something must be very wrong. He pressed a long, soft kiss to your forehead, and you waited for him to speak.
“Am I enough?” His words echoed with sorrow in the pitch-dark den.
Your heart ached at his words. “Harrison, honey… why would you ever ask me that?”
“Well,” he started as he pulled you up further. You climbed into his lap while he paused, covering his left shoulder in feather-like kisses. “I just… with filming and stuff… I’m not around nearly as much anymore… and I’m just worried that there;s something better for you out there. Y’know? Someone who can be here for you all the time instead of only being able to tell you everything is gonna be okay over a phone call… or worse, just a text message. The time zones are so fucked up, (Y/N), and it makes me so worried that you’re gonna find someone else who can love you all the time when I can only love you sometimes… It’s just not fair to you that I’m leaving you behind all the time and you have to figure out how to do everything without me while I’m off doing these crazy things and having the time of my life with Tom… I just wanna share my life with you… (Y/N), I’m so in love with you, but there are so many nights that I lie awake wondering if that night is gonna be the night that I lose you to someone else.”
His thoughts were a jumbled mess, and he only paused to take in shaky breaths. You guessed he was trying his hardest not to cry. Swallowing down your own tears, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him as close to you as you could. Your heart was breaking over the fact that he felt like this.
“Harrison, that’s crazy. It doesn’t matter that you aren’t here all the time. I’m in love with you, no matter how many hours ahead or behind you are, no matter how much time a day we get to spend talking to each other, no matter how much life we have to do separate right now. It’s okay. Please, don’t think that I’m gonna leave you over convenience. You’re the one that I want to spend the rest of my life with and absolutely nothing is going to change that.”
You leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. “You do?” he whispered after a long pause.
“Of course I do.”
His smile brightened the room like morning sunshine. Standing, he picked you up and spun you around, telling you that he loved you over and over and over again, and you told him you loved him too every single time. His anxiety finally subsiding, he stumbled off to your bedroom and dropped you on the bed before collapsing there himself. Before long, you were both unconscious to the world.
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 You woke up long before Harrison or Tom, as usual when they had wild nights at your place. To surprise Haz, you went out to the store and bought a gorgeous bouquet of roses and set them out on your kitchen counter. You fixed a lovely hangover breakfast of eggs, bacon, and pancakes, paired with fresh strawberries that you’d grabbed while you were out. Eventually, the smell of delicious food drew your boys into the room. Tom stumbled in first, eyes closed against the bright sunlight filtering into the room. Soon, Harrison followed, massaging his temples with his fingers.
His eyes landed on the roses, and he picked up the little note you’d written him. “Oh, fuck… How drunk was I last night?”
“Well,” you started, rubbing the back of your neck, “just how long had you been keeping that from me?”
“Pal, you didn’t,” Tom said, refilling his coffee mug. “I told you that was fucking ridiculous.”
“You told Tom first?”
Harrison’s eyes shifted to the ground. “I started worrying about it in China in August… And being away for filming for Chaos Walking made it a whole lot worse… Bad enough to make me lose it while drunk… Sorry, babe.”
“Haz, it’s okay… I just want you to know that I agree with Tom, that you’re ridiculous, and that I love you more than anything, okay?”
Harrison pulled you in for a long kiss, one that he only broke because Tom started making gagging noises. “I love you too, (Y/N).”
The morning was mostly uneventful, both Tom and Harrison taking things easy. Tom went straight back to bed after breakfast, grunting when you asked if he wanted any pain meds. Sharing a shrug with your boyfriend, you decided to let him battle the hangover on his own. Your guest bed was really comfortable anyways, and the dark green blinds didn’t let in the slightest bit of light when closed.
After you’d done up the dishes, Haz dragged you back to bed. He insisted on just lying around and cuddling, even though you felt very well-rested and ready to go out and do things. Today, however, you let Harrison have his way because the night before had been… quite eventful. You both shed your sweatpants and cuddled up to each other in your underwear.
“I missed this,” you said at the same time.
The pair of you were silent for a long time, both drifting in and out of sleep. Every once in a while, you would hear Harrison hum in thought. You would always look up expectantly, but he kept shaking his head. After a while, he broke the silence.
“This is really what you want?”
You gave him a look. “Yes, baby. I don’t want anyone else but you, ever.”
“Even if we don’t get to spend every moment together?”
“Yes, of course.”
“No matter how crazy life could get down the road?”
“No matter what.”
“You’re so sure… that you’d maybe say you wanna spend the rest of your life with me?”
You felt your face heat up. “You remember last night.”
“I’m starting to,” he admitted. “Did you really mean that?”
You gently caressed his face. “With all my heart.”
Then, you felt his soft lips against yours. Harrison was usually passionate when he kissed you, but this was different. Confident. As if he was telling you he felt the same way through the kiss. You kissed back with all the intensity you could muster, and the kiss left you both absolutely breathless.
“I love you, (Y/N).”
“I love you too, Harrison.”
 Two months later, right before he had to leave again, Harrison surprised you with a promise ring, engraved on the inside with the phrase, “With all my heart.” You couldn’t help but cry, and you wore it constantly if only as a reminder of how lucky you were to have him.
 Fin.
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