#sercet love song

[reawritesthings]

rev my heart | tom holland smut

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

word count: 16.1K

pairing: greaser!tom x osterfield!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Doll, it was a year ago.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think I’m pretty?”

“Doesn’t everyone?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You know me so damn well, doll.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grumbled a fine and Tom stopped his irritating act.

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

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

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

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

“See you later, pretty boy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Should you even be drinking?”

“Should you even be here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bacon?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good girl.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What did you want?”

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

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

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

“You having sex?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, “Please.”

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

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

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

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

you: get home safe, pls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sprout?”

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

“What are you doing here, perv.”

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

“Who did this to ya, Tommy?”

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

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

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

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

“Tommy, what happened?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thanks, doll.”

You shrugged, “Anytime.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It startled you, but you refused to turn around.

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

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

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

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

His lips quirked disbelievingly. “Hear me out?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want from me, Sprout?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Plan B…” You muttered and called Harrison.

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

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

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

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

“Cheers.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sniffle with a perfect timing shrug.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sorry for what, sprout?”

“Everything. Being stupid and immature.”

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

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

“I do?” You whispered and he hums.

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

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

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

“I wish it wasn’t this difficult.”

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

“We will figure this out, okay?”

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me…”

“But yo--”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie didn’t say anything, he kept quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

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

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

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

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

“No. I like it. Thank you, Tommy.”

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

“As I will ever be.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He mirrored your movement. “Anything.”

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

He didn’t say anything.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know but, I want to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Happy birthday, sprout.”

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

“I think you look beautiful.”

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck is she wearing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shrugged, “You don’t like it?”

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

You nodded, not really knowing how to respond.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m close, Tommy.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Tommy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[geo-and-his-babies]

Sweet things, George has said about Ringo.

1. He describe Ringo's eyes as being like "Blue Crystals"

2. When Ringo had tonsilitis, Brain, John and Paul, when looking for a replacement, George refused to go on tour, saying "The Beatles weren't The Beatles without Ringo"

3. George once told Playboy in 1965 that he was going to marry Ringo, "Ringo and I are going to get married, but that's a thing you better keep a sercet"

4. In 1968, when Ringo temporarily quit the band, George called him, many times and when Ringo came back, George had decorated the entire studio with flowers.

5. When helping Ringo to write "Octopus Garden" George gave Ringo, high praise saying that Ringo had wrote a cosmic, spiritual song without realizing it.

6. During the band's break up, George made it clear that Ringo was always innocent in regards to the situnation, saying, "How could anyone be mad at Ringo?"

7. In 1986, George spoke of Ringo's dislike towards his scars, George said, "if Ringo can't love his scars, then I'll have to love them, twice as much"

8. In 1988, when talking about his solo work, George said, "that you can't have a solo Beatle song without Ringo"

9. In 1988, George called Ringo, "the world's greatest drummer"

10. When Ringo would complain that none of his songs had made it to number 1, George's response was this, "why are you worried about being number 1, you are number 1"

11. During the Anthology, George spoke about Ringo's same sex appeal.

12. In 2001, When Ringo needed to leave George's bedside to go see his daughter, Lee in Boston. George asked Ringo this, "would you like me to come with you?"

[dreamermoonshine]

Short story 4 💘❤🌇

Now United Dream the Next level 2.0 episode 21 I be there for you .... I love you

As Victoria came to Manila for visiting me before going back to London for the showcase in Wembley area I had to reflect that mistake that I have been in the past with Vic.

a/n: Be there for you is the favorite theme for Y/N and Victoria when they feeling in love and feeling down of themselves it just a ballad kpop music and another Måneskin song is vent'anni is the and kissing and sunset part is well.

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As we walking into the Manila Bay before the sunset sets at 18:07pm Manila Time when the sunset arrived Me and Vic were arrived at the footpath of the Manila Bay and look around at the sunset and I had to apologise and tell her that How much I love her and miss her she told me that she bring me back to London and back to rehersals with group before the area showcase in Wembley

Victoria: Oh look at the Sunset baby we should have a look.

Y/N: Hold on Vic, I had buy something to drink

salamat po

After I buy a diet coke in plastic that's tradtion of filipino drink in the Philippines is call soft drink in plastic and Banana Q Victoria is reflecting the feelings that she in love and mistakes that has for me.

Y/N: Ciao, I brought you something

Victoria: aww grazie, Y/N what is it?

Y/N: It's coke zero on a plastic bag and Banana Q is caramelised banana stick

Victoria: oh nice and that's how Filipinos do

Y/N: We eat certain things they have only here in the Philippines.

Victoria: yeah, oh god.

And she started to crying on you

Y/n: Vic, what's wrong? why are u crying?

Victoria: I'm sorry, everything the mistake that done to you I know you been stress out of rehersal because of

Y/N: Because what

Victoria: I miss you... and I be thinking about you whlie I'm at the dorm or at the rehersals with the boys and I just wanna know that..I'm be there for you for me and hannah I will support you no matter what and

and she holds my hand

Victoria: Ti amo, Ti amo from the bottom of my heart.

then I stated crying

Y/N: I know, I know, I know I'm sorry too because I'm too much carried away because of stress that is going on at the dorm and thinking about I felt myself down because I miss my members, my friends, Hannah and you because I care about you, feelings that have been through, the sex, that love that you have gave because of you and I love you so fucking much, Victoria de Angelis and I always will till moon and back

Victoria: awww

and we both started kiss at the sunset and I feel happy that she kiss me after a four day break from the group and she will ask me that she going back to the group in London ready for the grand showcase

Victoria: So are you ready to back to London mi amore

Y/N: Fuck yes, il mio cucciolo amore

and we kept kissing and kissing and we watching the sunset and she grabbed my arm, putting her head on my shoulder and I smell her hair

Y/N: ahh Marlena,

Victoria: yeah

Y/N: what shampoo are you using because your hair so sweet and nice though you showred this morning in the condo though

Victoria: it's Ethan's sercet shampoo you had to thank him when we get home

Y/N: oh Vic, you so funny

I kiss her in the forhead instead of her hair and we watch and enjoy the last Manila sunset before leave London tomorrow then we straight back to my condo with My Puppy.

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[monkeyparasite]

What do think the band members' thoughts on K-pop would be?

hmmm... i personally don't like kpop because the amount of people ive interacted with that like kpop are were mean to me, but the overall music with the band is a good idea!

Murdoc

Okay.. so, we know he's picky on his music genres already, so I think his opinion would be based off of what he knows others think about it, like, take Ace for example! He'd be honest that he doesn't like it but won't fully insult and criticize it. Its just not his style really, I think its because of the rapping, tone, pace, and the usual meaning of the songs.

Ace

Big kpop stan, doesn't like BTS all that well though. Probably mainly stans all female bands, and diehard fan for them all! He likes the message the songs get across, the rythm, the outfits they wear, and the dances they do. Catch him trying to do the same dance in his room infront of the mirror

2D

Has no general opinion on it. Ace makes him listen to a lot of different songs and groups, but he can never fully remember their names. He thinks all of their dances and rapping is really good though!

Russel

Okay, okay, so.. this boy is a secret fan a lot of the groups, he loves them. He probably has a sercet twitter stan account and makes edits of his faves, while talking in group chats about the new upcoming songs and which member is the best

Noodle

Her opinion is.. mixed. She likes some groups songs, and likes the genre, but still openly criticizes some of their outfits and lyrics, she means well though!

[songsofwaterandnight]

1, 18, 28, 75, 100☺️

1)The meaning behind my url:

I really like the night sometimes. It's where I can be at peace and at war with myself alone.The night also represents the unknown.

I really like the idea of water. I feel like water is an element of change and flexibilty. Water can be violent and it can be tranquil. Some days I feel like a lake and other days I feel like the ocean. Songs are beautiful ways of telling stories. I love music.

So, these are songs of water and night.

18)Phobia:

Vulnerabilty.

28)Favorite ice cream?

Rocky road cause I love chocolate.

75)Have you ever sang karaoke?

Yep! I was drunk and with friends at a bar. I sprained my ankle(I really do not know how) but it was worth it because I gave miss Underwood a run for her money by screeching along to "Before He Cheats"  

100)Give us one thing about you that no one knows.

I really don't know what to put here because I don't think I have any sercets that at least one person doesn't know.

[geo-and-his-babies]

This needs to be said....

Recently I received some hate on AO3 I was left with comments in regards to my story where George suffers Pseudocyesis such comments like "you like to make George suffer" "you like to write George as obsessed over Ringo" "So, George had a mental illness and is delusional believing he was pregnant with Ringo's baby" such comments I removed.....

Common sense needs to come into play here, if you don't like something then why look at it or read it ? If you know something is going to offend you then why punish yourself then ? Or is it because some people like to ruin things for other people.... There is always that one person or a few people ready to ruin something that others enjoy, by being a troll and leaving hateful comments.... Though at first, what was being said was hurtful, I wasn't too bothered by it, because these things happen, unfortunately.

But I was questioned over my love for George and that was something I couldn't just ignored.

First off, I love George, I love his smile, his fang - like teeth, his dark yet soulful eyes, his cheek bones, his jawline, his skinny and lanky body, his long fingers.... I love his beard and long hair, his curly fluffy hair, I love his more mature look as he got older.... and those are his physical qualities I love. Emotionally, I love George's calming voice, his thick Liverpool accent, he had the most adorable giggle, his singing voice like warm chocolate, his songs had the power to uplift you and make you feel emotions you probarly haven't before, when George would state his personal beliefs, he always did it in a respectful manner, even if he didn't agree with what the other person was saying, George was the kind to listen to everything a person would say.... taking in their words and not thinking of what he would say next. Then there is his work for humanity being in "The Beatles" was a highlight but the Concert For Bangeldesh" was the major highlight of his career... he held immense compassion for others... and that's why I love him.

And for someone to say that I like to make or see George suffer, as if to suggest I don't love George then that is completely wrong. You don't know me personally, you don't know how I feel... and I'm sure if I didn't love George then I wouldn't write about him or have this Starrison blog... I write all kinds of stories, angst, fluff, smut etc. But I prefer to write angst, it is just a personal preference for me, and it has nothing to do with making or wanting anyone to suffer.

I will scream it from the roof tops I LOVE GEORGE HARRISON ❤ I love everything about him... he has inspired me, and his soul is just beautiful...

I know there are more people who support my work, thank you 😘 but there are the few haters who seek to upset others... and that's truly sad, for some writing is an escape and the last thing that is needed is hate.

Another big thank you, to the wonderful people who did enjoy the story of George having Pseudocyesis though it was sad and hard at times... there was beauty to it, George believing he had been pregnant 15 times thoughout his life, naming each of the babies he miscarried so they would always be rememebered... keeping it a sercet until finally confessing the truth to Ringo.... spending his last days, believing his happily pregnant again with Ringo's child... surrounded by supportive friends and family, Olivia, Dhani, Jeff, Tom, Bob, Eric and Pattie. George happy and at peace, it's a shame that some would feel the need to hate on that.