#tom holland propose

[marvelwitchergilmore]

A Moment Of Everything

Summary: Peter Parker x Fe!Reader -> You and Peter have never gotten along, but can two nights in Florence change things for good?

Disclaimer: Swearing, fluff, angst. Mentions of blood and wounds. I was watching The Proposal last night and got inspired. Enemies to Lovers. See this for whichever Spider-Man you wish. HAPPY NEW YEAR!

You knew things had to change eventually. 

Yourself and Peter couldn’t go your whole lives hating one another. 

You just didn’t expect it to change quite so much. 

It had all started one night when you were on a mission with each other. 

Two days in Florence, Italy. You were both sent to monitor a suspect. And, like usual, Peter was off with you. He didn’t seem too happy about having to share a bed at the hotel. And, even though he didn’t particularly like talking to you, he would still do it. Only, that night, he didn’t. 

When he didn’t have to talk to you, he wouldn’t. He wouldn’t even look at you. 

So, the night before you were expected to fly back home, you called him out on it. 

He didn’t listen to you. He simply walked away from you. He followed the guy and you had to go with his plan. Whatever his plan was, you had to guess. 

Only, the suspect got away. 

“We’ll find him again.”

Peter just grunted. 

“Peter.”

Nothing. 

“Peter!”

Again, nothing.

“Jesus Fucking Christ! Peter!” He finally slowed down and looked at you. “What the hell is your fucking problem?! I get you don’t like me, but we’re meant to be together in this!”

“We are together in this.”

You couldn’t help but scoff. “Bull-shit. You have done nothing but ignore me this entire trip. If you have a problem with me, you can just say it. Where are you going now? Or am I not allowed to know that either.”

“Back to the hotel. Not like you’d tell me.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You tried running to catch up with him. 

“Nothing.”

“No, go ahead. Tell me.”

Soon enough you both made it back to the hotel and inside the room before the conversation continued. 

“Tell me, Peter. I can take it.”

“No, you can’t.”

“You don’t know me-”

“You’re right! I don’t!” Peter turned around and looked at you, forcing you to stop in your tracks. 

“I don’t know you! I don’t know anything about you! Because you don’t share anything.”

“Well, excuse me for wanting to keep my life a little private.”

“A little?!” Peter raised his eyebrows and scoffed. “A little private is not telling your co-workers where you're going when you say you’re going on holiday. A little private is not showing them a thousand pictures of your new puppy. Your life is anything but a little private.”

Clearly, he had more to say so you waited. And you didn’t have to wait long. 

Sighing, Peter rubbed his forehead for a moment before looking back at you. 

“I have known you for almost ten years and you have told me less than three things about yourself. And yet, an hour before we leave to come here, Hank from the Biology lab does…what? Flirts with you for five minutes, tells you his coffee order and you’re practically marrying the guy!”

“Peter, that’s none- Is this what has been bothering you since we left? This?! Just because I decided to talk to a guy and tell him about my day…why does it bother you so much that I don’t talk about myself?”

“Because I am meant to be your teammate. You have known me for almost ten years and never once have I hid anything from you. We are meant to trust one another. It doesn’t matter if you don’t like me or if I didn’t like you, what matters is that you trust me, and that I trust you. This partnership is meant to go both ways.”

You didn’t know what to say. You just kept looking at Peter. It looked like the world had been lifted off his shoulders whilst he also started beating himself up over what he just said. His chest was heaving and for a moment, you thought he was gonna walk towards you but instead, he took a step back. 

“I’m going for a shower.”

When the door closed behind him, it took you a moment to gather yourself. 

You couldn’t deny that he had a point. Maybe you hadn’t told him as much as you could have done, especially for being teammates for almost a full decade. But it wasn’t like he didn’t have his faults in it, too. 

Maybe instead of ignoring you and only talking to you when he needed to, you might have warmed to him more rather than seen him as a stand-offish person who you would trust to save your life, but wouldn’t trust to put it on the edge first. 

After twenty minutes, Peter emerged from the bathroom, freshly washed, clothed and ready for bed. He put away his dirty clothes and put his wash bag back in his bag before climbing under the covers that lay at the bottom of the bed. 

He hadn’t said anything when you both arrived at the hotel late at night. Just took some sheets out of the cupboard and put them on the floor. When you entered the room, you said he was being ridiculous.

He just said the bed was too soft for him and that he wouldn’t sleep. 

After an hour of back and forth over you telling him just to get into the bed, since it was big enough for a family of five, never mind two, he still decided to stay on the floor. 

As you lay in bed, listening to the distant noises of the city, you tossed and turned before settling on your back. But you still couldn’t sleep. 

Then you heard Peter. 

He was tossing and turning, too. 

Eventually, you heard him sigh in annoyance of sleep not taking over him. 

So, wrestling with your own mind, you spoke up. 

“I like Greek Mythology.”

A few seconds passed and then; “What?”

You faltered for a moment before speaking up again. 

“I-I like Greek Mythology. I always have.” you said before explaining, taking your time. “When I was five, my grandmother gave me some of her old books. In the pile was a kids illustrated version of Greek Gods and Goddesses. I was obsessed. And I mean, obsessed.” 

You laughed a little as you explained your obsession with Greek Mythology to him. Meanwhile, from the floor and out of sight from you, he smiled. He couldn’t even think of when he’d heard a smile in your voice. Never mind a laugh. 

It was once of the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. 

“For three halloween’s in a row, I went as a different Goddess.”

You fell silent for a moment in the memory before you started to speak again. 

“I hate coffee. I try it once every year and it’s always the same. Absolutely disgusting.” you chuckled a little. “I spent every summer away from home at Camp where I ran a book club. I watch Rom-Coms when I’m sad because they make me feel better. My favourite flowers are blue tulips. I don’t watch thrillers because they remind me too much of work. And, I haven’t told anyone this much…ever.”

Only as you finished did you realise how much you had told him. And you felt a pang of anxiety in the pit of your stomach as Peter remained silent. 

“Are you still there?”

Peter swallowed thickly and nodded his head, despite the fact you couldn’t see him. “Y-yeah. I’m here. Just…processing.”

“Okay.”

That conversation had been just over eight months before you got a knock at your apartment window one evening. 

You had taken a couple weeks off work since you hadn’t taken any vacation days…ever. Barton had practically banned you from the building for two weeks. 

The rain had been pouring over the city and, with all your work finished, you had rushed out and got some supplies before sitting in front of your TV, watching one of the many rom-coms your DVD collection provided before pulling a few books from your shelves and reading through them. 

At some point, you had fallen asleep, still fully dressed, under your blankets, listening to the quiet silence of your apartment as the rain hit the windows outside. 

Only, rather than continuing to sleep throughout the night, you heard a continuous tapping. 

So, leaning up with tired eyes, you looked around. The loose braid you had stuck your hair in had fallen out, your bobble being lost between the cushions somewhere.

The apartment was shrouded in darkness, save for the street lights outside still lighting small sections of your apartment.

Along came more tapping until finally you turned towards the sash window that lay by the fire escape. 

You furrowed your eyebrows as you saw him through tired eyes. 

Making your way over, you pushed the window open and Peter made his way inside. 

“Sorry for waking you.”

You just grumbled and closed the window to stop the rain from flying in, though it didn’t stop the small puddle made by Peter who was practically soaked to the bone from the rain. 

“Ah, so this is who I lost you to.” Peter said with a slight smirk as he spotted one of your Mythology books. 

“Barton said I was banished from HQ until my vacation days were finished. What are you doing here at this time of night? What even is the time?”

“I didn’t know where to go, and you’re the only one who I trust to do the job well.”

“What job?”

Finally looking at Peter, you saw it. 

His body, and his clothes, were splattered with blood. You couldn’t tell how much of it was his and how much of it could be somebody else's. 

“You didn’t kill anyone did you?”

“No.” Peter answered. “They’re alright, just at the police station getting booked.”

You sighed as you took in even more of his wounds. “Alright. Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes. Give me your jacket.”

Peter removed it and you took it from him, including his grey hoodie. 

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall and to the right.”

Peter nodded and walked down whilst you headed into the kitchen and shoved his jackets into the washing machine and pressed start. Then, from the top cupboard, you pulled down your first-aid kit that contained everything from princess plasters, from when you had been looking after your neighbour's kid for two days, to a stitching kit.

Twenty minutes later, you had a basin full of warm, blood stained water, a once-clean face cloth covered in stains of blood and a grown Avenger sat on the edge of your bathtub, wincing every now and again and you cleaned him up. 

“Remind me again why you came to me?”

You turned Peter’s head to face over your right shoulder as you cleaned a graze and cut just above his eyebrow. 

“Because I trust you. And I didn’t feel like getting another lecture from Laura.”

“Ah,” you nodded and Peter laughed a little. 

Then he hissed. 

“Sorry, I'm almost finished with this one.”

“It’s okay.” Peter flicked his gaze to you a couple of times. “T-thank you for doing this.”

“What else would I have done? Kicked you back out of the window?”

“You could have done it. I did wake you up. Clearly I didn't learn my lesson from the first time.”

You chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I did nearly beat you up.”

What Peter meant was just over two months ago. You had both become friends of sorts. But, you had fallen asleep at your lab desk one night and Peter came in to wake you up and you nearly cursed him out so much that you even had him convinced he was an intruder trying to break into your home. 

“But, if you hadn’t come to me, I probably would have cursed you out when I found out, anyway.”

“Found out?”

“You can’t hide anything from me, Peter. I know everything,” you joked. 

“But do you?”

Peter’s question slipped from his tongue before he could stop himself, but you didn’t know what to do. So, your eyes turned from his and you tried your best to remain calm until you saw a large spot of blood coming through his black t-shirt. 

You tried your best to get to the wound that was beneath it without him removing his shirt, but you both knew it was no use. 

So, awkwardly asking him, he stood and you looked to him only to find him looking back. 

Slowly, he removed his shirt, trying his best not to stain the rest of his body from the blood you had just cleaned away and for a moment, you were met with his body in front of you. 

Most of the blood was coming from that one wound but the top of his arms now showed a little bruising, as well as his torso, though it was more healed than you thought it would have been. 

Finding yourself staring for a little too long, you forced your gaze back to his face where he’d removed the shirt from over his head and lowered himself back down onto the edge of the tub, opening up his legs for you to stand between them once more. 

Though, it was in that moment that you realised how close you had been standing to him this entire time. 

“Th-This might sting a little.”

Peter nodded and you watched as he clenched his jaw and tried to suppress the grunt that tried to escape from him as you cleaned out the wound. 

“You might need some stitches.” you mentioned. “I can do them here, though they might not be Laura standard.”

“I think I’ll survive.”

You nodded and tried your best to ignore the fact that Peter was looking at you as you looked for your stitching kit and began working. 

In your peripheral vision, you could see some of his bruises already starting to heal, though some might take more than a couple hours.

Even with his adapted DNA. 

“If you want, you can stay here for the night. I have a spare set of pyjamas if you need them.”

“You sure they’ll be my size?”

You laughed a little. “My, uh, my neighbour gave them to me. She bought a set for her husband but when they came they were too big for him. She told me to keep them in case I ever had someone…stay the night. They might be too big for you, too but they have a drawstring so…”

“Okay.”

You looked at him for a split second and then looked back to his wound with a small nod. 

Soon enough you finished and stepped back to grab the face cloth before dipping it into a fresh basin of warm water to clean off the rest of his wounds that would heal soon enough. 

“Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

As you looked at Peter when he stood, there was a moment of…everything. 

Neither of you were moving, yet his eyes and your own spoke a thousand unspoken words between their gazes. 

Without thinking, Peter lifted his hand to meet your own, allowing you to place the cloth down before he pulled you a little closer. 

Your name left his lips in a small whisper, a plea, a wish of permission.

You felt yourself stand a little taller as his other hand came to your face, brushing the loose hair from your face, behind your ear. 

His eyes continued to flick from your eyes to your lips, as yours did the same with him. 

There was time for you to stop. For you to say no. And if you did, he would have stepped away and, most likely, would have apologised and left. 

But you didn’t want that. 

Each tantalising moment that passed, you wished for time to hurry up. For his lips to finally meet yours. 

And once they did, there was no turning back. 

At first it was soft, until you both became hungry for more. 

Leaning in, your hands came to his neck to pull him closer to you. 

Eventually, the kiss broke apart for a moment, your heads resting together, your eyes partly closed. 

“Was that-”

“Just shut up and kiss me again.”

Peter chuckled a little before feeling your lips connect to his, allowing his hands to pull your body flush against his.

[jahayla-parker]

Happily Ever After: Tom Holland x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcannon and small fic for Tom Holland based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: anxiety/nerves, proposal, weddings, marriage, budgeting/finances, family

Proposal

“Mates are you sure?” Tom asked nervously, rubbing the back of his stiff neck with his now clammy palm.

Sam chuckled and patted his older brother on the shoulder with a soft nod, “extremely certain, Tom”.

Harry smirked and pretended to debate the answer but switched tones as he rolled his eyes and hung his arm over Tom’s shoulder, “we are, but I don’t suggest you ask her that question”.

Sam laughed and nodded, “agreed, when she says yes, don’t question it; just go with it”.

“If” Tom said, laughing softly with his younger brothers.

“When” Harry argued, playfully shoving his brother after he removed his arm from around Tom’s shoulder.

“When what?” Their mum, Nikki, asked as she approached her two birthday boys and her oldest son.

“Umm” Sam mumbled, glancing around, “oh, I ought to go check the oven”.

As Sam dashed off, Harry smirked as he looked between his mom and Tom.

“Do I want to know why Sam just rushed off like that?” Nikki said with a slightly teasing tone.

“Nothing bad mum” Harry smiled, winking at Tom before he excused himself to get another beer.

“Come here” Nikki said, pulling her oldest in for a hug.

Tom laughed and held onto her tightly as he tried to regulate his breathing, “thanks mum”.

“Now, what’s got you so worked up?” She asked, guiding him backwards and towards the seating area of the patio.

“How do you know I’m worked up?” Tom asked, his voice dripping with panic.

He quickly lifted his arms and checked for any sweat stains before looking back at his mum.

Nikki gave him a knowing smile and shook her head, “I’m your mum Thomas, I know when my boy is nervous”.

“Is it really obvious?” Tom sighed, plopping into the patio chair.

Nikki hummed softly and shook her head, “not if you just calm down. What’s happening Tom?”

“I… okay… well.., you can’t say anything” he blurted, taking a deep breath before resuming his rambled explanation.

“You remember how I asked for your help at the jewelers awhile back?” Tom mumbled, looking around to ensure no one was listening.

Nikki beamed brightly, her cheeks rising until her eyes scrunched closer together.

“Yes, of course! Are you asking tonight?” Nikki quietly exclaimed.

Tom nodded and bit the left corner of his bottom lip, “I’ve been trying to find the right time for months but…”

He shrugged, “I know tonight we’ll actually have privacy from the media, we’ll be with family, and I know it’s Sam and Harry’s birthday but it’s also Valentine’s Day and they said they’re okay with it, and-“.

“Thomas, honey, I think it sounds wonderful” Nikki interrupted as she sensed he’d continue rambling for awhile if she didn’t.

Tom blushed and thanked his mum before quickly telling her his plan before y/n got off of work and made it back to the house.

Y/n hummed and placed her head on Tom’s shoulder as she smiled peacefully, her eyes closed.

It had been a couple hours since she arrived to celebrate the twins’ birthday.

Tom craned his neck and kissed her temple, “having fun, love?”

She hummed again, arm slipping around his back until her hand rested on the opposite side of his waist, “yes”.

He smiled and felt his nerves calm infinitesimally, fingers brushing her hair from her face as he sighed “perfect”.

“Tom?” She whispered, eyes fluttering open and head raising off his shoulder unexpectedly.

He nodded, one eyebrow raised in question at her behavior.

“Can..” she began, looking around at the group before back at him.

“Here, come with me love” Tom said, standing up and holding his hand out for her.

She did as he suggested and let him guide her to the garden Nikki had begun.

Once they were out of earshot, Tom motioned for her to continue her thought.

She smiled shyly and looked at Tom’s family a few yards away.

When she faced him again, she bit her lip and motioned for him to look where she had been.

“Can we have more nights like this? I mean I know I’m not part of the family, so I don’t want to intrude, but I just…, I don’t know, this is just so calming and-“ she began but stopped when she noticed he wasn’t next to her anymore.

“Tom?” She asked nervously, afraid she’d overstepped.

But as her eyes found him, she nearly burst into tears.

Tom was suddenly kneeling before her, ring box propped open in his hand as he gazed up lovingly at her.

“Y/n, my love” he began, making her sniffle quietly as she tried to compose herself, “there is nothing I would like more than to grant you that. I’d love to have more nights like this, only with you officially being part of the family now”.

Both of their eyes watered, a few stray tears dripping down their cheeks nearly synchronously.

“I have been meaning to ask you this for ages now, but I feel we’re both in a good position to truly promise each other everything that comes with such a commitment. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you feel as happy, loved, and cared for as you make me feel every day. Will you marry me?” Tom asked, holding the ring box closer to her.

She didn’t even bother loooing at the ring, her eyes never even left him for a second.

Instead, she blinked away her tears as she gazed into his patient but nervous stare and nodded rapidly.

She knelt before him, cupping both sides of his face with her hands.

“Yes, forever yes” she whispered, pulling his face to hers for a kiss.

Tom smiled into the kiss, his hand awkwardly bracing her back without dropping the ring.

When they pulled back, he grinned widely as he removed the ring from the velvet pad and slowly slid it onto her ring finger.

“It’s perfect” she whisperered, glancing down briefly before back at him.

“Yeah, it is” Tom agreed, watching her intently.

Reactions

To say Tom’s family was excited would be an understatement. They were all beyond pleased to be having y/n become part of their family.

Y/n and Tom’s friends (both mutual and individual friend groups) were cheerful and supportive as well. Most were wondering who would get the honor of being part of their bridal party.

Best Man

Tom didn’t want to have to chose between his brothers when it came to who would be his best man.

He also wanted it to be his best mate Harrison.

Fortunately y/n encouraged him to choose whomever he wanted and that they’d handle any disappointment from his brothers if need be.

Tom knew choosing Haz was the right choice as he’d been there for both Tom and y/n from the start and remained close to them both throughout the years that had passed.

Bachelor Party

For Tom’s bachelor party (or stag), Harrison invited Tom’s closest friends and reserved a local golf club lounge.

Tuwaine, Harrison, Harry, Sam, Paddy, and Tom spent the night playing darts inside the private lounge, enjoying high quality food and drinks, and playing a round of golf on one of the nicest courses in town.

Wedding Planning

Tom would let y/n pick out any items she wanted, no matter the cost

Y/n would of course disagree and suggest she find a cheaper or more reasonably priced alternative.

But Tom would be firm about it, stating he wanted her to have everything she wanted

He’d assure her that he wasn’t worried about the money

Y/n kept asking to set a budget but Tom didn’t want to as he didn’t want that pressure to be associated with their big day

He just wanted them to have the wedding of their dreams and they’d manage the finances of it afterwards if need be.

Other than refusing to set a budget, Tom was otherwise very helpful in the planning; often providing his opinions, choices, and guidance

Wedding Day

The couple was very fortunate as the day was everything they could’ve imagined.

They both looked stunning and elegant.

Their friends and the venue staff helped them set up an incredibly romantic but elegantly classic atmosphere.

Tom of course cried as y/n walked down the aisle to him; which was of course playfully yet simultaneously supportively brought up during Harrison’s best man speech.

Just as Tom had promised during his proposal, the couple spent their wedding with their closest loved ones.

It was the perfect first night to spending the rest of their lives with their joined families and each other.

TOM HOLLAND MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (INCLUDING CHARACTERS)

MY MAIN MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION (ALL MY WORKS)

Tom Holland Tag List (to be added please comment here): @galaxyholland @bigbirdstwins @mcushvft @fishingirl12 @raajali3 @justapurrcat @natswifey @directioner5life @ell0ra-br3kk3r @laylasbunbunny

[allthegothihopgirls]

i'm at peace every day that goes by without news of "silk: spider society" being picked up for release.

[betzabobababi]

Third Times the Charm

Hello Hello! This is by far one of my favorite things I have written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do. Please don't hesitate to like, comment or reblog. It means so much to authors. It also gives them feedback. Anyways without further ado!

Tom Holland x Reader *Y/n Y/ln*

Warnings: Mentions of a fire. Calling 911. Weddings. Proposing

Summary: Tom tries repeatedly to pop the question.

Type: Fluff <3

AUTHORS POV

Tom had been trying to pop the question for months now. He asked for your father's blessing; he told his mum. He even asked Zendaya, your sister, and some of your other close friends for help on picking the ring, date, and place.

So when the day finally came for him to get down on one knee and ask for your hand in marriage, you had to postpone your date because your sister went into an early labor.

Tom reluctantly delayed the occasion and planned another date. This date was in a small family owned Vineyard somewhere in napa. The sun had started to set and just as you were about to turn around (Tom was already on his knee) you spotted that a part of the grape Vines had caught on fire. Hurriedly you called 911. At this point Tom had already gotten up and started to pack up your stuff so you could get out of there safely.

Exasperated by his multiple failed attempts to ask for your hand in marriage he decided that he would try one last time and if it didn't work he would wait a while longer. He thought "maybe the universe is purposefully trying to sabotage my plans because it's not time yet" 

So the third time he tried to pop the question, he set a date in which he made sure you both had no plans or meetings going on. He drove you to a park somewhere downtown and he had a picnic set up.

 He was very nervous, “What if she says no?” or “what if i mess up the speech?” “Third times the charm-Third times the charm-Third times the charm” he kept repeating to himself. If it didn't work out it was ok. But he just really wanted it to work out.  Around an hour into the picnic he mentally psyched himself up one more time and as nervous as he was finally decided to pop the question.

“Y/n Y/l/n *you got this tom!* you are one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I love you more than anything in this world. I can guarantee there’ll be tough times.*he gets down on one knee* I guarantee that at some point one or both of us are gonna want to get out of this. *reaches into pocket* But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine *takes out the ring* I'll regret it for the rest of my life because I know in my heart you are the only one for me. Be with me now and forever?” At the end of his speech Tom’s whole face was flushed a bright red. Breathing heavily he looked into your eyes, looking, searching for any sign of rejection. But when he looked at you all he could see were the tears that were threatening to spill. He could only see your wide smile.

And as if the world suddenly stops, he sees your mouth opening. “YES YES OH MY GOD YES A MILLION TIMES YES!” you said nearly shouting. You were screaming, but at a reasonable level for a person who just got asked for their hand in marriage. Tom let out a sigh of relief finally being able to breathe again. You lunged at Tom and wrapped your arms around his neck, trapping him in a tight hug. When you both finally let go you saw Tom’s family and yours emerging from the trees surrounding both of you. Harry had a camera in hand and was clicking away. Nicki and Dom were in tears. Your sister was carrying her newborn, looking at you with one of the biggest smiles you have ever seen on her face. Her husband followed close behind. And your father beside him. Paddy walked in between his parents. Sam walked next to Harry, carrying a tray of delicious looking desserts. As they reach you and Tom, one by one congratulate you and engulfed you in big hugs. After giving them their love they talked with you guys. Both you and Tom explained your hopes and wishes for the wedding.

“Hey Tom?” you said to him as you were walking back to the car. “Yes Love?” “How many times did you try to propose?” Tom chuckled at the question. Eyes shining with love. “Believe it or not, I only tried three times.” Tom responded. “You know what they say Tommy, Third Times the Charm.”

[pepperonidk]

11:31 p.m. || k.mg

Pairing: mingyu x gn!reader (i do mention that the reader is walking down the aisle)

Summary: just some wedding hypotheticals. mingyu can't wait to marry you

Warnings: tom holland mention? lol

Word Count: 633

a/n: everyone around me seems to be in love and on the brink of marriage. i just keep wondering when is it my turn?

main masterlist || taglist

one day, not now but not too far away, mingyu swears he can picture it. the chapel is bright, light pouring in from the windowed walls of the cathedral and outside the woods are full of chirping birds. it’s later in the morning, but it’s only the beginning of spring and the dew drops of dawn still hang from each blade of grass.

inside, the aisle is lined with a white carpet littered with flower petals. the piano plays a classic wedding anthem and everyone stands. the pews are lined with smiling faces, but no one smiles wider than him as he catches your eye as you enter the room.

he can picture it so clearly that he wonders if it’s a vision of the future and not just a fantasy. but more so, he wonders if you see it too.

so with your head on his chest and his fingers drawing slow circles on your skin, he asks a question.

“have you ever pictured what our wedding will be like?” the question is quiet, but loud enough to hear over the tv sitcom playing in the background.

mingyu shifts his eyes to you as you turn your head up to raise an eyebrow at him.

“my my,” you tease with a small smile. “you haven’t even proposed and you’re already asking about our wedding?”

mingyu rolls his eyes with a chuckle. “you know that’s coming, baby,” he coos. “just a matter of when, not if.”

“fine,” you relent. “i have thought about it, but why do you ask?”

“just wondering,” he hums to himself. his hands move down to yours and you feel him fiddling around with your ring finger. “what have you thought about it?”

“well mostly just small details,” you explain. “like what song i want to walk down the aisle to, our first dance, whether or not we should have an open bar. i could share my pinterest board that i made when i was 16 if you want.”

“we weren’t even dating then,” mingyu states in confusion.

“yeah, it’s for when i was convinced i was going to marry Tom Holland,” you tease, and reach a finger to poke mingyu’s cheek as he pouts in return.

“so i’m just filling in for spiderman?” he pouts.

“hmmm, no you’re more of a captain america to me,” you smile.

“then why don’t i get a pinterest board?” he scoffs in frustration. he wasn’t expecting this when he asked the question, but the way you’re looking at him with such fondness in your eyes soothes any jealousy he feels for the web-shooting hero.

“because,” you shift so you can turn your whole body to face him and reach up to cup his face in your hands. “when i think about our wedding, i want to picture it with you, not laying in bed alone while scrolling through pinterest at 2 am.”

mingyu hangs his head sheepishly and his pout almost instantly fades into a smile. you can’t help but reach up to kiss him softly.

“have you thought about it?” you return the question as you pull away.

“a little,” he begins until you look at him with a prodding look. “okay, a lot.”

“well don’t keep it to yourself,” you tease.

mingyu shakes his head and presses a kiss at the crown of your head instead. “maybe after i finally propose.”

“the suspense is killing me, babe,” you laugh and reach up a hand to cup his face.

“guess i just have to hurry up and propose then,” he smiles as he leans down to kiss you sweetly.

maybe it is a vision, mingyu decides. it’s his vision. but, he thinks, whatever the two of you decide together will be better because it’s real and he’ll share it with you.

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Come See About Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: Tom realizes he got you all wrong and slowly falls as he learns more about you during the press tour

Masterlist

“Oh shoot. I’m press with Y/n all week.” Tom said as he read an email from his team.

“Is that a bad thing?” Harry asked him.

“Not necessarily. I just don’t really know her that well. She was super reserved on set for the few days I shot with her. I wonder why they paired me with her.”

“Well, you’re the same age, right? The movie team probably just want to start romance rumors for publicity.”

“I don’t think that will happen. I barely got to know her during filming. I doubt anyone will see chemistry between us.” Tom replied. He started pacing around his hotel room and felt uncharacteristically nervous for the day ahead.

“Well for your sake, let’s hope you don’t see chemistry between you either.” Harry snorted.

“How do you mean?” Tom frowned.

“You know how messy relationships in the public eye can be. Just don’t go falling in love with this girl, okay? I do not want to watch you pine after your dark and mysterious costar.” Harry warned him.

“Psh. I won’t fall in love with her. That would never happen.” Tom scoffed and continued scrolling through his phone. He ended up on Instagram and saw that you had recently posted a photo. It was just a simple selfie in your hotel room which was probably just a few doors down from Tom’s. He found himself smiling and gave the photo a like. He may not have gotten to know you on set, but there’s no reason he couldn’t get to know you now.

“But if I did, why would that be bad?” Tom asked as he deep stalked your Instagram.

“The way I see it, there are two outcomes if you choose to pursue her. Option one is you get swept up in the excitement of promoting the movie and start reading into every little interaction between the two of you because that’s what the public is doing. So you convince yourself you’re in love with her and maybe she’ll even convince herself of the same thing. But once the press tour is over and you get to be with each other without any reason or purpose, you realize you never actually liked each other. And that’ll just end up breaking both your hearts. Even worse if only one of you realizes you never actually liked the other. God. That would be a nightmare.” Harry shivered.

“Okay.” Tom said slowly. “That was oddly specific. So what’s the other outcome?”

“You fall in love with her on this press tour and then it ends before you get a chance to tell her. So she flies off to film another movie and you’re stuck kicking yourself for not being honest with her sooner. And I’m stuck watching you whine about it.” Harry said simply.

“Or, hear me out, secret third option.” Tom proposed. “I fall for her and she falls for me and we have a great relationship. And maybe it lasts and maybe it doesn’t. But at least we gave it a shot. That could happen, right?”

“Maybe. But either way, she’s getting on a plane at the end of this press tour. And you can’t fall in love with someone who’s worlds away. Remember that.” Harry reminded him.

“I’m not gonna fall in love with her.” Tom insisted.

“Promise?” Harry asked skeptically.

“Yeah. Promise.” Tom said weakly. He looked at your picture one more time before shutting his phone off.

The next morning, Tom got into a black van that was going to take the cast to the building where the interviews were taking place. You got into the car shortly after with a huge smile on your face that Tom had never seen before. You were in a nice dress and full glam already, unintentionally earning yourself Tom’s full attention.

“Good morning.” You said enthusiastically as you sat in the seat beside him. He was slightly taken aback by how friendly you were being since he had only ever seen you being quiet and reserved.

“Oh, hello.” He smiled in surprise. “Good morning to you too, darling. How are you doing?”

“I’m really excited for today.” You admitted. “I haven’t done a big press tour like this before. I know they can be a little boring and repetitive but I can’t wait.”

“Yeah. These tours are pretty crazy. You get to see a lot of amazing places which is really cool. But you also get to answer the same question 100 times a day for a month straight. You’ll learn the highs and the lows pretty soon.”

“I’m ready for it all. But thanks for the warning. I appreciate any tips I can get.” You chuckled.

“You’re welcome. And don’t worry. You’ll get used to waking up at the crack of dawn and having a bunch of people you’ve never met poke you with makeup and hair stuff.”

“When?” You asked through a yawn. “Because I have a full face of makeup on before my brain is fully awake and it feels so very, very wrong.”

“Not soon enough.” He sighed. “I’ve learned to stay half asleep while the nice ladies apply my concealer.”

“Oh, so this complexion isn’t natural?” You teased and pointed to his face.

“Nope. You’re not the only one in full glam right now, darling.” He humored you, making you laugh.

“Careful. You don’t know if you can’t trust me yet. I might sell that piece of bad boy information to a news site and get you exposed.” You warned. It was Tom’s turn to laugh and he felt amazed that he had never seen this side of your personality before.

“I hope you don’t. I was just about to say that I’m glad I can share your first big press tour with you but now I feel we may have begun an enemies arch.”

“No. We can’t be enemies.” You whined playfully. “Because I was gonna say that I’m glad you’re here too. You always seem so relaxed and funny in interviews. I’m really hoping I don’t come off as nervous as I feel today.”

“Don’t worry. You won’t. It’ll feel just like a conversation.” He assured you. He was pleased to know you were a watcher of his interviews and wondered what else he’d uncover about you that day.

“Thank. I really appreciate you helping me with all this.”You said sincerely.

“It’s no trouble. If you have any other questions, just ask. I’ll help wherever I can.” He told you.

“Thanks, Tom.” You smiled at him. He smiled back and suddenly remembered what Harry had said the night before about not falling in love with you. Tom was just one conversation in and already struggling to keep his promise.

Once the van arrived at the building, you and Tom had makeup touch ups and were then sent into the junket room.

“Wow. I haven’t seen the poster yet.” You gasped and touched the poster with gentle fingertips. Tom watched you admiring it and smiled when he saw how proud you looked.

“You look good up there. I hope to see you on more posters.” He said and nudged you slightly.

“Like in Playboy?” You asked and looked insulted.

“What?” Tom gulped. “No, no, no. I didn’t-“

“I’m just messing with you.” You cut him off and nudged him back. He felt his hearts too racing and cracked a smile.

“You really had me for a second there, darling. I didn’t realize you had such a sense of humor. I guess I never heard you say much on set.”

“Thats because I found it hard to shake my character after filming all day. I guess I’m not used to separating that yet. I loved my character and all but I’m so glad to be done shooting her. She’s so dark and dramatic. It really affected my mood on set.” You told him as you both sat down in your chairs.

“Oh, wow. So you’re not quiet? You were just in character?”

“Quiet? I’ve never been described as quiet.” You laughed. “I was just in my emo phase on set because the material I was shooting was so dark. It bummed me out all day.”

“But you’re not bummed out today?” He asked with a coy smile.

“Fuck no. I’m ready to party.” You whispered to him just as the journalist came in. He burst out laughing at the unexpected expletive and earned himself a look from the journalist.

“Well alright then.” He chuckled.

That was the first of many times you made Tom laugh that day. The more interviews you did together, the more he learned about you and your personality. He paid attention to every anecdote and personal story you shared and was more and more fascinated each time.

When it came time for day two of the press tour, he could not wait to get back in there with you. The interviews were in the hotel that day and Tom got to the junket room first. When you got there, you handed him a hot cup of tea.

“For you.” You smiled and sat beside him. Tom looked at you curiously and you gestured for him to sip it. He took a sip and widened his eyes when he tasted it.

“This is exactly how I take my tea.” He said incredulous.

“I know. I was listening when you ordered at breakfast yesterday.” You said proudly.

“Thank you, darling. I really appreciate that.” He smiled fondly at you before taking another sip.

“Well I wanted to thank you for all your help yesterday.” You smiled shyly. “I was really nervous yesterday until we talked in the car. You made my first press day really memorable. So I did the normal courtesy of eavesdropping on you and brought you your favorite tea.”

“That was very kind of you. And you made my day yesterday a lot better than I was expecting so I should be thanking you too.”

“Then I’ll loudly tell someone else my favorite way to drink tea so that you can eavesdrop and surprise me.” You joked as the journalist walked in.

“How are you guys doing today?” The journalist asked to start the interview.

“I’m doing really well now that Y/n brought me tea.” Tom answered and took another sip.

“I’m also doing really well but because Tom didn’t bring me tea.” You said and looked at Tom to see if he found it funny.

“Why would that make you happy?” He laughed.

“Because I hate tea.” You shrugged.

“What? Don’t you know that is the worst thing you can say to an English person? And you just told me you had a favorite tea.”

“That was a joke. I actually hate tea.” You admitted.

“How can anyone hate tea?” Tom asked in exasperation.

“It’s just like hot, flavored water. I don’t understand what’s good about it. I hate soup too.“

“Soup too?” Tom gasped and pretended to clutch his petals.

“I think soup is so nasty. Why would I ever want to eat hot blended food?”

“If you hate soup and you hate tea, then what do you do when you’re sick?”

“I watch Fantastic Mr. Fox under my covers like a normal person.” You answered, making him laugh.

“This is very disturbing information to learn so early in the morning. You’ve surprised me, darling.”

“I’m sorry you had to find out like this.” You shrugged with a laugh.

The next day, Tom was pleased to see you already waiting in your chair for the interview to start. You were texting on your phone but looked up when he came into the room. Your makeup artists was touching up your lipstick so you couldn’t smile at him and opted for a wink. He found himself blushing at the wink and sat beside you.

“Morning, darling.”

“Good morning. No tea today?” You teased.

“I’ve already had my tea, for your information. I chugged it while I got my makeup done.”

You laughed but he wasn’t actually kidding about getting his makeup done. He was just happy that it made you laugh. Your makeup artists finished up and you checked your makeup in your phone camera.

“You look pretty.” Tom said before he could stop himself. You looked over at him in surprise before smiling.

“Why, thanks. So do you.” You said and shot him another wink. He blushed and looked down at his lap at the compliment.

“God, I’m gonna be thinking about lunch this entire interview.” You whispered to him.

“You didn’t eat at the craft service table?”

“I can’t eat that early in the morning.” You waved your hand. “It makes me nauseous. Now I’m wishing I did though. My kingdom for a cheese stick.”

“I hate cheese.” Tom grimaced.

“What? Even in stick form?” You asked him.

“Even in stick form.” He humored you. “And you can’t judge me because you hate the two most comforting foods on earth.”

“I’m judging you so hard right now.” You mumbled. Tom laughed as an idea came to him.

Before your next interview, Tom made a quick stop at the bakery across the street. You were already in the room waiting to start by the time he got back. He quickly fixed his hair before holding out a little brown paper bag.

“For you.” He said with a bashful smile.

“What is this?” You asked as you took the bag.

“Open it.” He said as he sat beside you. You gave him a curious look before opening the bag.

“Scone?” You gasped and looked up at him.

“Scone!” He smiled proudly.

“You got me a scone? Why?” You wondered and took the stone out of the bag.

“Because it was easier to find than a cheese stick.” He chuckled.

“I love you.” You cupped his chin before taking a bite of the scone. Tom froze and felt his face turn bright red at your words. You realized he had gone quiet and looked over at him.

“Sorry. Was it too soon to say that?” You asked with a mouthful of scone.

“I think so. Aren’t you supposed to wait three months?” He chuckled and touched a cold hand to his burning face.

“Too bad. The introduction of the scone sped up our relationship and now we’re in love.” You shrugged and took another bite. Tom laughed again and looked down at his laugh.

“So, uh, speaking of our relationship. Have you seen the way fans have been shipping us since our last few interviews hit the Internet? How weird is that?” He said and forced a laugh. He didn’t actually find it weird, he just wanted it see how you felt about the possibility of a relationship.

“I was actually deep into the fan edits last night to be perfectly honest with you.” You said through a laugh.

“Were you?” He asked in surprise.

“I was. And I heard that we’ve been secretly dating since May. Did you know that?”

“I did. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry, darling. It must’ve slipped my mind.” He played along.

“That’s okay. I can’t be mad at you since you blessed me with a scone.”

The journalist came in once you had finished your scone and the interview began. Tom was barely paying attention to the questions and only focused on hearing your answers. He loved that he wasn’t getting to learn new things about you that he was too shy to ask.

“Unpopular opinion?” The journalist asked.

“A lot of people think cats are girls and dogs are boys but the real take here is that all seagulls are boys.”

“Woah, what? What makes all seagulls boys?” Tom asked you.

“A girl would never act like that.” You said simply, making Tom laugh.

“My unpopular opinion is that Y/n’s best movie is Look Mom, No Hands.” Tom said, making you burst out laughing.

“I know you did not just bring up my Disney Chanel original movie from when I was 11.”

“Yes I did. Because I watched it last night and I cried when you made the winning goal even after your glasses broke from the soccer ball hitting you in the face.”

“Oh my God.” You laughed. “The drama.”

“It was! The opposing team totally kicked it into your face on purpose because they knew you were the underdog. But nevertheless, she persisted. You made the winning goal and your team won the championship.”

“Wow. Way to spoil my movie from 15 years ago. And why were you even watching that?”

“Because I needed to know who I was working with everyday. It’s a part of your lore. Now that I know you’ve starred in a DCOM, I know I can trust you.”

“I was not the star. Bridget Mendler was the star. I was just the quirky best friend.” You reminded him, making Tom laugh.

“Well you were the only one I was looking at, okay darling? You were the star for me.” He said as he looked over at you. You smiled at his answer and nodded your head.

“Good answer. Favorite snack?” The journalist asked.

“Oh no. You’re gonna think I’m weird.” You smiled sheepishly.

“What? I could never, darling. What is it?” Tom asked and turned in his chair to face you.

“I put mustard on popcorn.” You grimaced.

“What the hell?” Tom’s nose scrunched in disgust.

“See! I knew you’d think I was a little freak.”

“Mustard? On popcorn? Why would anyone do that?”

“You’re thinking it’s worse than it is. Yellow mustard on lightly salted popcorn is really good, okay? Don’t knock it until you try it.”

“You’re gonna have to make it for me. Because I cannot imagine it’s good.” Tom shook his head.

“If I can get my hands on some mustard during this press tour, I will be at your door in a heartbeat.”

“It’s a date.”Tom replied, making you smile.

“It better be.” You answered, and he returned the smile.

Tom was fully in it now. Every second that he wasn’t with you, you were the only thing on his mind. You started spending your evenings together and grabbed dinner every night after your interviews. He was falling fast and getting worse and worse at hiding it. He posted a photo of the two of you that the paparazzi had taken while you were out to dinner and captioned it “I’d wait out in the cold all night just to take pictures of her too”. He tagged you and it wasn’t long before you were in his comments saying “he’s so obsessed with me it’s honestly embarrassing”. He smiled at the comment and wrote back “yes, and?” before going to bed.

The press tour was coming to an end and on the last day, Tom walked into the junket room to find only one chair in the room.

“Oh. No Y/n?” Tom asked his manager.

“Nope. Solo interviews today.” They replied. Tom faked a smile and sat in his chair. He hoped his disappointment wasn’t as obvious as it felt as he gave the interview alone. He did a few more solo interviews throughout the day and eventually got to his last one. It wasn’t long before the door opened up and you walked into the room with Tom’s water bottle.

“Hi. I’m crashing. Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly and walked into the room.

“That’s quite all right. Do you want a chair?” The journalist asked you.

“I’m good.” You smiled politely and sat on Tom’s knee. He immediately blushed and looked up at you.

“What are you doing here, darling?” Tom grinned.

“I finished early so I brought you juice.” You said and handed him the water bottle.

“What? No way.” He smiled in appreciation and opened up the water bottle to see apple juice inside.

“Juice!” You cheered.

“Juice!” He echoed. “Thank you, darling. What a nice surprise.”

“Well I had to get you back for the scone.“ You told him.

“So Tom, I have to ask about your Instagram post from yesterday. You tagged Y/n in an interesting place, Tom. Care to comment on that?” The journalist asked now that you had joined the interview.

“He tagged me there because it’s where you can usually find me.” You chuckled.

“Wait, I’m lost? Where did I tag her?” Tom asked. You and the journalist exchanged a look before you pulled out your phone to show Tom his own post from the night before. He had accidentally tagged you right on his crotch, making him turn red when he saw his mistake. And when he pieced together what you meant by what you had just said, he turned even redder.

“Oh my God. I swear, I’m just Instagram stupid. I didn’t mean to tag her there.” Tom explained.

“Yes he did. He tagged me in my location. Because that’s where I am.” You kept up the joke just to tease him.

“Where?” The journalist laughed.

“On Tom’s dick.” You shrugged. Tom covered his red face with his hands as you and the journalist laughed.

“People know that about me. If they can’t find me, they don’t ask “hey where’s Y/n?” because they already know where I am. It’s my happy place. My sanctuary. My home away from home.” You continued.

“No. No more. My mum watched these.” He playfully scolded you.

“Hey, you started this.” You reminded him.

“And I’m ending it.”

“Actually, I’m the one who has to end it. That’s all the time we have. Thanks guys.” The journalist said. The last interview was done, meaning the press tour was officially over. You stood up and adjusted your skirt before looking at Tom. He smiled softly but felt his disappointment return. The tour was over which meant today was his last day with you. He knew you’d keep in touch, but it would never be like this again, and that’s made him sad.

Instead of wallowing in his sadness, Tom did something about it. He stopped by the corner store before making his way to your hotel room. In his way there, he ran into his brother Harry. Harry took one look at the bag of popcorn in his hands and knew what was happening.

“You fell in love with her, didn’t you?” Harry snorted.

“Shut up.” Tom groaned. “I can still fire you.”

“You did the one thing you said you wouldn’t do. Now look at you. One your way to eat the most American combination of foods I have ever seen. You’re a disgrace to your homeland.”

“I couldn’t help it, okay? She made me fall for her. It’s all her fault, really. Now leave me alone. I have a girl to surprise with a disgusting snack.” Tom said and went on his way. He took a deep breath before knocking on your door. You opened your door for him and he held up his bag of supplies.

“Hey, you. What’s this?”You raised an eyebrow.

“Mustard and popcorn. You little freak.” He said with a teasing smile. Your lips curved into a smile as you stared at him.

“Get in here.” You instructed.

He went into your room and shut the door behind him as you poured the bag popcorn into two bowls. He did his best to hide his disgust as you squirt mustard over them both.

“Here. You’re gonna love this.” You said as you handed him his bowl.

“It smells like mustard.” He grimaced.

“Well, that’s 50% of the ingredients.”

“Okay. I’m doing it. I’m eating one.” He said and popped a mustard covered piece of popcorn into his mouth. You watched him as he chewed it and could tell he hated it.

“Well?” You asked.

“I’m gonna throw up.” He answered.

“Spit it out.” You laughed.

“No. You like this so I’m gonna force myself to like it too.” He said a begrudgingly swallowed the popcorn. You laughed at him but your smile slowly faded and you looked a little upset.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked you.

“I don’t know. I’m feeling kinda down tonight.” You told him.

“You are? What’s bothering you?”

“I guess I’m just sad the tours over. I don’t like when things end.” You admitted with a sad smile.

“I’m sad it’s over too. They usually exhaust me but I don’t know. I particularly enjoyed this one.” Tom replied sheepishly without meeting your eyes.

“You did?” You asked as you ate your popcorn.

“I did. Mostly because I enjoyed getting to know you.” He admitted and finally looked up at you. You smiled in surprise and scooted closer to him. Tom gulped and looked down at his lap. The tour was officially over so if he didn’t want you to get on a plane without ever knowing how he felt, he was gonna have to speak now.

“You know, before the tour started, my brother made me promise that I wasn’t gonna fall for you.” Tom admitted.

“What?” You laughed softly. “Why would he make you promise that?”

“I don’t know. He said it would only end in two ways.” Tom said and looked into your eyes with a sheepish smile.

“Which were?” You wondered.

“We get caught up in the excitement of the movie so we start a fling and then breakup when the tour ends.”

“Well that didn’t happen. So what was the other option?”

“I fall for you and never tell you. And the tour ends and you get on a plane and I regret it for the rest of my life. But I guess that option didn’t happen either since I told you.” He said as he never dropped your gaze. You stared into his eyes for a moment as you processed what he had just admitted.

“Well, what if there was a secret third option?”

“Secret third option?” Tom asked with intrigue.

“I mean, just because the tour is ending that doesn’t mean it has to be the end of you and me, does it?” You said and leaned in even closer.

“It doesn’t?” He gulped at your close proximity.

“I don’t think so. And look. You bought me food. That makes this is our first date.” You explained as you held up your bowl of popcorn.

“Well I’m happy to hear that but don’t expect a kiss with your mustard breath.” Tom mumbled out of the corner of his mouth.

“What was that?” You played along.

“I said you’re so pretty and I have a giant crush on you and want us to be together.” He said quickly.

“Much better.” You smiled and popped some popcorn into your mouth.

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[siriustaylorsversion]

Nevermind (Taylor Swift x reader) She has always owned my heart pt.4

finally got over my writers block so this is a little long <3 thankyou so much @karsonromanoff for the idea!!

part one, two and three

enews

enews does anyone hear wedding bells? singer yourname.official seen wearing an ENGAGEMENT RING in a new interview... what news do her and taylorswift bring??? liked by tomhalland2013, y/n_sink and 4,205,600 others.

y/n.sink WHAT IS GOING ON IS THIS REAL????

tay.y/nforevermore TMZ POSTED AND TOM HOLLAND LIKED THIS IS HAPPENING theerastour.updates IM FREAKING OUT WHAT THE HELL

costataylorsversion IM GONNA CRY IF THIS IS NOT TRUE IM SO HAPPY

conangray my mothers are doing what now??

oliviarodrigo oh my god yourname.official SO HAPPY FOR YOU

siriustaylorsversion NOT #mymothersaremarried TRENDING ON TWITTER WHAT 😭😭😭

snehit.13 NOT LEAVING MY PHONE UNTIL THEY CONFIRM

blakelively oh wow

tay.y/nforevermore WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'WOW'?????? y/n.sink MOM WHAT'S HAPPENING

y/n_sink

y/n_sink it's yourname.official's new story AND OH MY GOD MY PARENTS ARE MARRIED IM DEAD liked by woodvaleisreal, y/n_sink and 100,309 others.

y/nandsadie.forevermore FORGET TEARDROPS MY GUITAR IS FLOODED

y/ntourupdates but her story is so real 😭😭😭

folkmore.forevermore THIS IS WHAT WE NEEDED BEST NEWS TO START THE NEW YEAR

yourname.official

yourname.official IM OPENING FOR THE LOVE OF MY LIFE (and the highest grossing tour, I could not be prouder) liked by tomhalland2013, blakelively and 7,208,600 others.

taylorswift could not be more excited, my love 🥹🩷🩷

blakelively my favorite girls, oh my god <3

folkmore.forevermore CONGRATS ON THE ENGAGEMENT

y/nandsadie.forevermore YOU'RE MARRIED????????

woodvaleisreal SO SO HAPPY FOR YOU GUYS AAAAHHH

conangray CONGRATULATIONS, MOTHER (why didn't you tell me??)

yourname.official what's up with the comments?

tomholland2013 i might've accidentally liked a post... yourname.official uh huh.... tomholland2013 it might've accidentally been about your nonexistent wedding, nevermind... yourname.official you're dead, spidey. folkmore WAIT WHAT IS GOING ON??

taylorswift

taylorswift we got married? looking at all the fake wedding drama like 😦 liked by yourname.official, blakelively and 7,208,600 others.

yourname.official it was fun while it lasted 💘

zendaya wait, what drama??

tomholland2013 nothing, nothing at all. i- zendaya you good?? yourname.official got him mid-sentence... rest in peace, holland

forever.more I'M CRYING WHY IS THIS ONE NOT TRUE

y/n_sink i have never been this heartbroken, why.

folkmore.forevermore WHAT NOOO??????

blakelively i thought you didn't tell us </3

taylorswift you'd be the first one to know when it does happen tomholland you'd say yes to her? why?? yourname.official shush, you're dead.

y/ntourupdates THAT'S IT I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE

jimmyfallon

jimmyfallon we're gonna have yourname.official talking about the eras tour, the wedding rumors and should she "pull a monica" for a surprise proposal? don't worry, blondie can't see this post liked by yourname.official, blakelively and 3,200,600 others.

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yourname.official i should go do it...

blakelively best of luck, darling <3

tmz

tmz We are not coming to you with fake news this time, that time was in yourname.official's words... "all Tom Hollands fault". On the Jimmy Fallon show, the singer revealed that all the comments by the fans made her reflect on her relationship and said that "I couldn't be happier being with my girlfriend and I just think maybe we should get married. Taylor was scared at first that the people would believe the news and we'd have to get married when I'm not ready but.. it's like that one f.r.i.e.n.d.s. episode, maybe I should pull a monica and ask her." We could not be happier for the couple, now it's up to Ms. Swift to follow her own lyrics and baby just say yes. liked by zendaya, blakelively and 5,060,700 others.

forever.more I WAS WATCHING AND I LITERALLY SOBBED WHEN SHE SAID THIS, THEY ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER

y/n_sink THEY BETTER GET MARRIED BECAUSE OH MY GOD

folkmore.forevermore IMPATIENTLY WAITING FOR NEW NEWS ON THIS BECAUSE THIS IS THE BEST THING TO BEGIN THE YEAR WITH

gracieabrams they both have such a way with words, I'm actually crying.

yourname.official

yourname.official NEVERMIND, SHE SAID YES liked by taylorswift, blakelively and 11,060,789 others.

taylorswift I LOVE YOU SO MUCH OF COURSE I SAID YES

yourname.official YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY AGAIN

gracieabrams FINALLY 🥹💖💖

tomholland13 to think i made this happen

yourname.official shUSH tomholland2013 congratulations and you're welcome 🙄💕

conangray YOU'RE FINALLY MARRIED AAAAAAHHHHH

oliviarodrigo CONGRATS GUYS!!

forever.more YOU GUYS ARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER, THIS IS AMAZING

y/n_sink LITERALLY THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

taylorswift

taylorswift of course i said yes, there is no other answer when it comes to her 🩷🩷🩷 liked by yourname.official, blakelively and 13,000,000 others.

had a lot of fun writing this, maybe I'll make the wedding a part 5? stay happy and hydrated!

[homeofthelonelywriter]

Celebs - Masterlist

Tom Hiddleston:

Series:

🌺 Take the Stage: While once again sneaking out of the Palace, you meet an actor...let’s just say there is something between you two. (Royal! Reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22 | Part 23 | Part 24 | Part 25 | Part 26 | Part 27 | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30 | Part 31

Romeo to my Juliet: You are a student and a teacher at a college in Lodon, which is the same place a very handsome acting professor is employed. Discontinued for now.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

🌺 New Beginning:

(Part 1) | Part 2 | Part 3

Headcanons:

HC - Tom Hiddleston x clumsy!Reader

HC - Tom helps Reader deal with anxiety and stress

HC - Tom loves Reader’s boobs

Oneshots:

Forgotten Fears - The Reader had some bad experiences with her ex-boyfriend when he was drunk and is still traumatised by that. What happens when Tom forgets about that fear of hers?

Kinky Surprise - pure smut

Application - When you loose a bet, you are forced to send an application for Loki’s love interest. Who would have thought that they actually want to meet you?

Jealousy - Tom is insecure because of your age gap. What will happen when he sees you with one of your co-workers who is about your age?

Hidden - As an artist, you find a way to tell Tom that you’re pregnant

Bun in the oven - Pregnany reveal and a proposal. What could go wrong?

Drunken Start - After a night out with his buddies, Tom calls you, neither rembering you, nor how he got your number

Trick or Treat - Halloween Special

Best boyfriend in the world - You have trouble sleeping, so Tom decides to help you out

Dance with me - Reader and Tom slow-dance in Paris

Diary - Tom finds your diary while you’re moving and reads it

Drabbles:

Christmas Surprise - Christmas Drabble

Let it snow! - Christmas Drabble

Drabble #75

Drabble #3

Imagines:

Imagine while on vacation with your BFF you catch Tom Hiddleston during a photoshoot. Your BFF makes sure he remembers you.

Imagine tagging Tom Hiddleston in a meme and actually getting a reaction.

Benedict Cumberbatch:

Drabbles:

Drabble #69

Sebastian Stan:

Drabbles:

Drabble #46

Shawn Mendes:

Series:

🌺 Better that way: When Shawn’s girlfriend finds out that she is pregnant, she decides that she can’t burden the superstar with a child. She makes decisions which may seem stupid, but she knows that it’s Better that way.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

🌺 Surprise: Walking a Victorias Secret show was an honour already, but being able to see your boyfriend while doing so? Pure bliss. Especially when he has a little surprise for you.

Part 1 | Part 2

🌺 Fan Mail: Writing to Shawn every so often paid off when he asked you to come to one of his shows.

Part 1 | Part 2

Oneshots:

When you’re ready - Inspired by his song

Guard my heart - You are a part of the security at one of Shawn’s shows and he notices you

Nervous - Inspired by his song

One more chance - Filming an explanation video why Shawn and you broke up, leads to some interesting realisations

In my Blood - Inspired by his song (Triggers)

Late Late Show - You are present during your boyfriend’s appearance on the Late Late Show with James Cordan. Let’s just say it was disgusting.

Sad song - Shawn finds out you can sing during a very sad occasion

Tom Holland:

Migraine - rl!friend has a Migraine and Tom wants and tries to comfort her

Back to the Master-Masterlist

[frasier-crane-style]

These posters are actually a major reason why the MCU Spider-Man sucks. The "Spider-Man in high school" stuff had been largely picked clean by earlier adaptations, but Feige was still set on making Spider-Man the MCU teen movie. So instead of basing it on the comics or even on contemporary teenage culture, they decided to turn it into a huge John Hughes reference (because he's the most iconic teen movie voice, even though he's largely irrelevant to actual teens, to say nothing of comics from the sixties). They didn't have Mary Jane in their movie, they had Allie from the Breakfast Club, only they made her the endgame love interest because people found her character more memorable than Molly Ringwald.

I mean, there's a little bit of Miles Morales in there, because he's the most recent 'Spider-Man' origin story and the MCU has a huge recency bias, but by and large, the throughline of the MCU Spider-Man is that Tom Holland is a wittle babby. Spider-Man 3 ended with Tobey Maguire proposing marriage. No Way Home ends with Holland getting a GED and moving into his own apartment.

I could keep going... Black Widow is shockingly derivative of The Americans and gives Natasha a 'little sister' she never had in the comics, while Shang-Chi entirely erases his supporting cast and Ant-Man 3 bizarrely turns into a Star Wars movie... but the adaptation process where every comic character is turned into a stealth remake of an old, popular Hollywood blockbuster I think has definitely resulted in the MCU's samey-gamey feel.

It's the same problem as DC turning all their villains into a variation of Heath Ledger's Joker--all the colorful, oddball characters of the Marvel universe are turned into lesser versions of RDJ's Tony Stark, or at least given quippy sidekicks that turn them into a gestalt Tony Stark.

Imagine if every cop movie was done by taking a novel about the police, adapting it as a Lethal Weapon movie, then just changing the names and hiring different actors to play Murtaugh and Riggs. It'd get old fast, right? Even the Disney+ series are essentially drawn-out blockbuster movies. It's all a copy of a copy of Independence Day and the like.

Even Spider-Man... which started out with the thesis statement of "he's too small-time for the Avengers"... immediately became about going into space, foiling terrorist attacks on London Bridge, and even preventing the entire multiverse from collapsing. They can't go smaller because a smaller movie, even in the action genre like John Wick or Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, is outside the 'blockbusters from the last twenty years' mindset. So I think they're just going to keep doubling down and doubling down until they run out of nostalgia (this is all they have going for them at the moment), because it's not in their wheelhouse to do anything but big massive summer blockbuster, they can't conceive of anything that wasn't first done as a Michael Bay movie.

[kidney9-9]

Two Ghosts - Tom Holland x Reader

IT IS FINALLY OUT! Yay, I'm so excited to post this request. I hope you all enjoy it and thank you very much for being patient and for reading this! BIG THANK YOU to my best friend who requested this. I love you very much, and I hope you like it. Thank you for all the advice and thank you for helping me as well @evermoreparker

My requests are open and again thank you to my bestie, I love you!!

Tom Holland x fem!Reader [Established Relationship/Angst/Fluff/Smut] Warnings: Swearing, lots of drinking, smut, use of nicknames, cum eating, cockwarming, oral sex, and no protection Word Count: 26k

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The last few days have been horrible for you.

Things weren’t always great, but you usually could deal with it after relaxing for a few hours at home. But today was even worse, especially with everything building up.

Your boss made a few icky remarks at you for irrelevant things, such as the way you walked to the elevator, and the way you typed, and even the way you breathed. It was all so irritating, but the worst thing he said was that you should be paid less because you barely did anything – but you do more work than he does every day. He ran part of the hiring agency you worked for, so you couldn’t really go to management or human resources to complain about him – he would just find a way to fire you within the next few weeks. You’ve only worked there for about two years now, and you missed your old job, but you couldn’t go back.

At home, things felt even worse. Every room was so messy, there were random clothes thrown everywhere, some stains on the furniture, and the floors were so dirty.

And the bathrooms… there were only two bathrooms in the home, and both were disgusting. You didn’t have time to clean up, but you at least picked up all your messes. It was mostly Tom and his friends hanging out and leaving the place a mess, but you sort of understood why he wasn’t cleaning up, since he didn’t have any time.

He was always looking for inspiration to write a new script, or always on the phone, chatting with his agent for potential future projects. If he wasn’t focused on work, he was with his friends, helping one of them plan a wedding, and helping another with starting a business.

You understood that mostly.

If your best friend were getting married and needed help, you would help with making decisions and planning everything. You don’t get why Tom was helping with starting a business, but you supposed he wanted to just kind of look into the whole venture of business. He’s always been interested in learning about businesses and wanted to know how to do those sorts of things.

The wedding planning for his friend always took place at home, leaving random old sample foods everywhere, even some bottles of wine, and so many different invite letters, which was why the home was so messy. You two were always exhausted, but you were a bit upset with him leaving the house like this. He could have at least asked his friends to clean up a bit. Last night, you found some pieces of fabric and different ties on the couch. You understood that too, wedding outfits were important too.

But the thing was that Tom was not obligated to help with any of these things that much!

He was acting like it was his wedding practically, and you scowled thinking about that, because it’s been so long (over three years now) since you two have been dating but he hasn’t proposed. You’ve asked about it approximately five times now, and the conversations about getting married always ended in, well great things like having a fun night, but still he never has hinted at proposing.

The business thing as well, he didn’t need to help so much, it seemed like he was in partnership with his friend, Tuwaine, for this business, which you knew so much about since all he talked about was that. How the business was so innovating with the idea of selling reusable items packaged with different types of seeds – which was cool, but you’ve heard enough about it. You would always want to talk about other things, but Tom didn’t care to.

You weren’t feeling good too these days. You were sure you had a cold or something, with migraines on and off again, it was so irritating. Everything was just going wrong, and you were feeling homesick, missing your friends in your home country.

And with Tom, you were so close to just giving up on him. You were close to giving up on a few things in your life, but the most important thing was him, and it hurt to think about. You gave up so much to be here with him, so it was hard to even consider.

These last few weeks, he barely talked to you, and when he did, it’s about everything except you two. If the conversation stirs up your relationship, he makes up some excuses and he just would leave. It hurts so much knowing he is avoiding talking to you, when you have given so much to him. You two bought a house together, for crying out loud.

When would the next step come? Are you two just falling apart?

And you’ve tried including him in so many different ways in your life too. You’ve added him in every group chat with your friends and family, you shared a calendar with him to make sure he saw everything and would try to do so many things with him, but he just wouldn’t do it.

You felt like you’ve given almost all your energy, outside of work, to him and you’ve tried the best and the hardest you’ve ever could talk to him, but he gave you nothing in return at this point.

Today was the day you would bring it up.

You needed to at this point, because you couldn’t be in a relationship that sucked out all your energy for much longer. You were tied up in so much with him too, it would be hard to let it go if you hadn’t talked about it first.

It was Saturday, the one day off work, except for that mandatory online meeting for you. You woke up early to get yourself ready. You lousily put on a semi-professional top, covering your legs with a blanket and you went into the guest bedroom with your laptop. Of course, you didn’t wake up with Tom on the other side of the bed and you didn’t like going into the main bedroom unless he was there. He wasn’t even at home; didn’t bother to tell you he would be out all night. He just messaged earlier yesterday that he would be wine testing again with his friends at a vineyard.

The meeting was shit; you might have muted your boss for the first fifteen minutes because his voice bugged you. But otherwise, it was a useless meeting that could have been pushed to Monday. Your mind was stuck on Tom though. You pushed your laptop away on the bed as you pulled your phone up to call him.

It rang a few times before he picked it up.

“Uh, hello. What time is it?” He answered, groaning as it sounded like he was sitting up. You put him on the speaker, crossing your arms as you felt a bit of a pain in your heart as you thought about what you needed to do.

“Tom? It’s ten in the morning… where are you? Are you okay?” Your voice showed how worried you were, and Tom let out a sigh in return.

“I’m with the guys, I’m fine, just, you woke me up. What is it?” He replied and you instantly scoffed quietly, looking at the phone irritated at him. He wasn’t even being nice to you now. He sounded like he was annoyed you woke him up, but you were worried and angry that he wasn’t here, at home. Instead, he was “with the guys” wherever that was. You were sure they just got drunk at the vineyard and went to one of their places to crash, but he didn’t tell you much.

“What is it? Seriously? Why aren’t you at home? I’m worried about you and what’s been going on, it feels like we aren’t even talking at all and,” He cut you off with a laugh.

“Good morning to you too mate.” You heard him say, speaking to his friend. You rolled your eyes. He wasn’t even listening.

You tried one more time, “Tom, are you there?” You heard the phone shuffle on the other side. Then, he said, “Yeah, it’s just her, don’t worry. We’re all here for you man.” You hung up with a big sigh, “just her”, you knew you shouldn’t get angry over that, but his tone was dismissive.

You don’t know how long you laid in the guestroom for. You slept for a long time and then woke up to look at some photos on your phone, contemplating on if you should delete the ones with Tom. He really pissed you off, disappointed you, and most of all let you down for so long now. He wasn’t the one anymore it seemed, not really. He gave up his passion and time to go do other things that were more important to him.

You practically made the decision before he came home that it was over.

“Love? I’m home. Where’s dinner at? Isn’t today the day you make something, and then tomorrow it’s my turn?” You heard his shout from the other side of the house. You didn’t move out of your spot of the bed, rolling your eyes at his voice.

Your turn to make dinner? Not happening. You didn’t respond, instead opened your messaging app to reply to your friends. You barely spoke to them lately because of how busy you’ve been. You told them about it and apologized, but you kept quiet about Tom. You didn’t want to talk about it with them now. It would just hurt you even more.

“Babe, what’s going on?” Tom was standing in the doorway, arms crossed.

“What’s going on? That’s funny.” You laughed without any humor in your tone, not bothering to look at him.

“What?” he asked, walking in and sitting on the edge of the bed. You shifted in the bed, sitting up with the covers up to your shoulders.

“You’re… not really here.” You tried to explain, but you already felt a lump in your throat forming. Tom shook his head, not understanding what you were trying to say, and you shrugged your shoulders at him.

You struggled out another laugh, “Yea, it’s just her, don’t worry.” You quoted him and then he looked to the side, sighing and he lifted his hand like he was going to explain. You just stared at him and nodded, “Yea, it’s just her,” You repeated, tone of your voice hardening.

“Don’t worry.” You managed to get out, before a tear came down your face. “I really tried to give you the benefit of the doubt. That you were still here, that you still cared for us, but you weren’t. You’re just not around for us anymore.”

Tom tried to reach out to you, but you leaned away from his touch. “Stop it.” You whispered to him, looking out the window.

“I am still here – that was just, well you know. Harrison had a bad argument with his fiancée about the wine and the invitations. I wanted to be there for him, he was going through a hard time and needed someone.” Tom explained, backing away from you as he saw your reaction.

“I do know, of course I know, because that is all you talk about! Or that business thing that you’re always on about. That’s the only thing you talk about now and you just talk, you don’t converse.” You argued back, trying to breathe in deeply.

“Converse? Really?” He almost laughed at that, not taking you seriously.

That was the last straw for you. “Okay, pack a bag, get out of here.” You said, shaking your head at him. You got out of the bed, walked out of the room and he followed, laughing.

“What are you talking about?” He laughed again, a bit nervously this time. You wiped your tears away, starting to tremble a little but you kept your cries quiet. He grabbed onto your hand and pulled you his way to face him.

“You don’t love me anymore. Or at least that’s what it feels like. You don’t put in any work with us, with our home, with… anything that has to do with our relationship. I have stayed up cleaning up after all your messes, all the things that you say make you happy. I get it that you have things you want to do, yeah. I have supported you in all these things! But you don’t care… You aren’t here anymore emotionally, and now physically. You spend more time outside our home than inside. And I’ve tried involving you so much in my life.”

He listened, finally. He saw the tears in your eyes and still, for some reason, he sighed. He let go of your hand as his phone started to ring. He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced back up to you to see the hurt in your eyes.

And he still answered the phone.

“Yeah, I’m on my way now.”

He was so dumb, he swore, but this was so important to him at the moment.

Some part of the deal broke apart, and the packaging for his friend’s business was delivered to the wrong place, and everything was going to shit. There were so many things going on in his life that he really needed to be in so many places at once. You were so important to him as well, but he thought you understood that he couldn’t be with you in person for so long.

He left the house after a silent moment, and he muttered a quick apology to you and walked out the door. He just needed to do something really fast, and then he’d get back to you.

As long as he fixed this part of the deal in the business, then he can go back home and apologize to you. That was his plan! He just really needed to go figure out how to fix this mess first.

By the time he had finished calling all of the people he needed to, he was exhausted. Things weren’t going the way they should be, and he was already late to a graduation party for his cousin, which he wanted to go with you, but it was all too crazy.

He bought a fancy wine bottle to give as a congratulatory gift to his cousin. He sighed to himself, turning the car off and looked into the mirror quickly to check if he had looked decent. His hair was messy, sticky with sweat from the stress he was in, and his eyes had looked so dull.

He kept thinking about you, wondering if you were okay, but he knew you weren’t. The look of hurt in your eyes made him see how he screwed up that bad, but he held out some hope that once he got home tonight, that you guys would talk to each other, and it would turn out alright. He didn’t even have the time to call or send you a message, but he doubted that you’d want to hear from him through a text and a call wouldn’t show how sorry he was.

He got out of the car after wiping the sweat off his face and pushed his hair back into place. The party was at his cousin’s place, but after walking in, it seemed like everyone had been planning on going over to the bar across the street to celebrate.

“Hey, congratulations Daniel.” He spoke up, nodding over to his cousin. His cousin grinned at him, pulling him into a side hug and the two chatted over a few things before they started to walk over to the bar. The bottle of wine stayed back in the apartment and Tom noticed a few other of his family members, and even old friends that were Daniel’s age.

“I invited Evan, I think he’s already inside.” Daniel said, glancing over to Tom. His eyes popped open in surprise at the mention.

“Evan, like our Evan, back in the soccer practice days?” Tom laughed in shock as Daniel affirmed it, shaking his head. A bit of happiness surged at the thought of their childhood. The soccer program was one of the reasons him and Daniel were so close, as they hung out almost everyday of the summer and winter breaks of school, practicing soccer.

Evan was their best friend, and together they were like The Three Stooges, always doing dumb things. The soccer program ran for 5 years, and once it ended, Tom moved to another school and unfortunately grew apart from his friendship with Evan and Daniel. He would only see Daniel during family get-togethers, and he hadn’t seen Evan since.

“How’s he been? I mean, what happened to him, over all these years?” Tom asked, still pleasantly surprised at the fact, and Daniel grinned at him.

“He’s good, I’m sure you guys will get along still, don’t worry about that. He’s training to be a dentist, and Ben’s still alive.” Daniel replied, shocking Tom again about Ben, Evan’s childhood dog, still alive. That dog must have been almost twenty years old now.

By the time they got inside and started talking to Evan again, Tom realized how close their lives all had been, even though they were barely in contact again. Sure, Tom and Daniel still spoke and were close, but Evan lived only a few minutes away. He and his girlfriend lived together, who worked at the same place you did.

Tom noticed it instantly, when Evan brought up the name of the business and he gasped, “Oh mate, my girlfriend works there too!”

“You being serious? What’s her name? Christine probably knows her.”

Tom told him your name, feeling an ache in his chest, it felt weird talking about you when you two weren’t on good terms at the moment. But this connection was so surprising, and he felt a vague remembrance at the back of his mind of the name Christine as well.

“No fucking way, Christine loves her – they’re like best friends at work, says she’s practically her work wife.” Evan stopped to laugh as Tom gawked at the information, “I met her a couple days ago at their luncheon with the families. She’s pretty cool!”

“What luncheon? This is insane, but uh, yeah! She told me about Christine being her friend a while ago, this is such a small world.” Tom replied and Daniel interrupted the conversation right as Tom finished, bringing in a few drinks.

“Come on guys, it’s not every day we all our childhood best friends meet again for my college graduation, let’s celebrate!” Daniel cheered, and Tom took a drink, grinning at him.

Tom didn’t mean to stay there the whole time, he really thought he’d go home within the hour, but things were going great. He talked to his aunt and uncle, and a few other cousins. The rest of his family couldn’t make it because they were all busy, but it was such a surprising and lovely night that Tom let go of his worries and just started to party with Daniel and Evan.

Another one of his friends called him to ask to hang out and somehow, it ended up with Daniel and Evan partying with Tom and the rest of his friends at one of their places all night. Harrison had let them all sleep at his shared place with his fiancée.

Tom couldn’t really recall much after his eighth drink or so, but at some point, he was sure that he must’ve tripped over something because his foot hurt so fucking bad.

It was time to go home. He felt exhausted still, and he wanted to clean up because of how gross he felt from last night. He excused himself from his friend’s place with a promise to hang out again soon, and then quickly left. He drove home, glancing down at his foot whenever he felt it aching again from the pain. He felt like an idiot, rethinking everything that’s happened in the past week or so.

You were right, he didn’t really talk to you much, but he still made time for you before and he would do it again, when all of his plans were done. He argued with himself in his mind, and before he knew it, he was back home.

There were a few cars parked around the home, including one that took his parking spot. He sighed and parked in front of the neighbor’s house. He got out of the car, locking it after he walked across the street. He heard some music playing from inside the house, it was pretty quiet though, and he unlocked the door, walking in.

For a moment, he was confused, hearing laughter from the living room. He couldn’t see anyone but as he walked in, he saw a few people sitting on the couch and two of the other seats. You were sitting on the seat, facing him and as he walked in, you were the first to notice him.

You stood up abruptly, causing your friends to quiet down and they all glanced his way. A few waved to him, but most ignored him, and you looked away and smiled at your friends. “I’ll be right back.” With that, you walked over to Tom, and he followed you to the bedroom.

“Uh, hey.” He spoke up as you two walked into the room. You crossed your arms before you replied, “Hi,” You paused, feeling unsure of what to say first because there were so many things you wanted to say all at once.

“You could have texted… you know that you were coming by.” You added, feeling a bit more nervous and angrier.

“It’s my place too, and I needed to talk to you. We should talk things out to see what the problem is, and we can figure things out.” He responded, limping around you. He sat down on the edge of the bed while you continued to stand near the door. You closed it slightly, so your friends wouldn’t hear the private conversation.

“Alright, let’s talk.” You offered back, eyebrows raising. Talk? He finally wanted to talk to you, you thought bitterly. After so long, he was going to speak to you, without pushing you away or leaving you out, or ignoring you.

“I think what you did wasn’t very polite.” He almost cringed at himself, realizing how badly that came out.

You scoffed, “What did I do that wasn’t very polite?” Did I purposely ignore you for so long? Not letting you know that I was going to be out for an entire night. Not answer your messages and calls?” You listed a few things he’s been doing to you, and he rolled his eyes.

“Come on, that wasn’t what I was doing.” He defended himself. In his view, he was just busy, and he didn’t notice that he was doing that to you.

In fact, he was sure that he was doing that to everyone, his friends as well – ignoring some messages and calls because of how busy he was. When he lived by himself it was a normal thing to do, the only person who gave him grief about it was his best friend, Harrison.

“What the hell were you doing then, Tom? You have no idea how alone I felt and how worried I was when you were out drinking with your friends!” You spoke up, shaking your head at him.

“Well, you’re hanging out with your fucking friends right now.” He shot back and you scoffed again, looking away from him.

“You’re deflecting… And you know I barely see them.” Your voice ran sad, and Tom frowned deeper than he already was.

“And you’re still spending time together with them, when you’re complaining about me hanging out with my friends! What the hell is that about? That’s so fucking hypocritical.” Tom spat back to you, shaking his head.

 “My friends mean a lot to me! We rarely see each other!” You defended yourself, your voice rising back to Tom as he laughed bitterly over your words.

“Why the fuck do you care about them so much if you rarely see them? Huh? Why are they so important to you? They are never here, and you barely see them – maybe what, like once a year? Or even less than that?” Tom was just rattling off things, not realizing how upset you were becoming.

“Fuck you Tom… That’s petty as shit. You are the one that never includes himself when my friends and I talk. We try to talk every day on the phone or on a video call, even in messaging group chats, and I always try to include you but you’re such a jerk to them. You don’t know anything about them, which makes me feel so pathetic because I think they’re a big part of my life!” You practically shouted.

“You know what, why do you care that much about your friends? It’s not like they’re part of our lives, so who cares if I was a dick to them. They barely come here cause they’re living in another country most of the time. I don’t know who they are, and they don’t know who I am! So what?” Tom shrugged at his behavior.

“I moved to a whole different country for you, for this relationship… and this is how you act about a big part of who I am? My friends are still part of my life from back in my home country and I’m not letting that go at all. I gave up so much to be here with you because I thought we wanted the same things in a relationship.” You couldn’t get through to him, and he couldn’t get through to you at this point.

“Fuck, do you not understand what I’m saying to you? I appreciate that you moved here and all, but your friends are nobody here in our lives. I don’t care about them, and I don’t plan to put any effort into knowing them because they rarely visit or talk to me.” Tom exaggerated about your friends.

“Wow… Just, wow. You are not who I thought you were.”

“I’m exactly the same. Just busier than normal. You’re being so dramatic about those people who mean nothing to us.” Tom rolled his eyes, teasing you for feeling this way. He didn’t realize how much your friends meant to you, and to him, you were acting like they were practically your family.

You started to tear up at his mean words, never expecting him to be like this. Your tears started to roll down your face fast, and you took a step away from him and breathed in deeply. You had to bring up something else now, because it seemed clear he wasn’t going to see your point of view.

“So, what’s going on? Why are you never home? Why does it feel like I’m the only one putting in effort?” You responded, trying to calm down. This was one of the most serious times you two have argued and you never thought it would turn out to be this horrible.

When you turned to look at him again, you saw how upset he was too, but you also saw how out of it he was. His hair was so messy, going up in different spots, it looked like he had a crumb on his cheek? And his face was just plastered in old sweat and dirt, like he didn’t clean up after himself. He even stunk pretty bad, like he hasn’t showered in a while.

You sighed to yourself and pressed your hand up against your face, not knowing what to do as you tried to stop crying.

Tom wasn’t sure what to do either.

He knew what to say, but he wasn’t sure if he could follow up with his actions right away. And he realized he had hurt you badly when he was talking about your friends. He still felt irritated that they were here and that you were complaining about him hanging out with his friends, but now he could see your perspective about how important some people could be in your life, since his friends were just as important to him.

He still needed to get things done as soon as possible. too He was helping Harrison with his wedding, and his other friend, Tuwaine, with his business.

As best man to a wedding, he needed to do every activity to the upcoming wedding and party with Harrison as much as possible before the wedding. They even had a check list of everything Harrison needed to do before getting married. Tom promised to do as much as he could to make sure the wedding would turn out amazing.

And as a silent partner in this upcoming business, it was hard. Turns out a silent partner isn’t really silent most of the time. Tom had no clue about that! But he was doing his best to help Tuwaine out with the business as he saw it was a great potential.

“I think I can,” He paused and cleared his throat, “I think I can text you stuff like where I am and what I’m doing, but I really can’t stay home so much. You know I have a lot of work to do right now. I want to be there for my friends as much as I can.”

“You think you can? And I thought in this relationship, we both tried to be there for each other as much as we could, Tom. Are you saying you can’t do that anymore?” Your breath hitched, as you felt unsteady from continuing to talk. You managed to stop crying for a few minutes, but your eyes still burned with tears that waited to fall. You paused to let Tom respond to see what he had to say.

“That’s not what I’m saying at all! I mean, I can’t fucking be here all the time, but you aren’t here all the time too. You go to work and what about that luncheon? What the hell was that? Why didn’t you invite me?” Tom burst out, irritated that the conversation was going in this direction. He felt horrible for making you cry, and he felt that there was still stuff you two needed to talk about.

“Huh? The luncheon? Tom, I did invite you. I asked you two months ago to go with me, and you said yes! You were the one that forgot. I tried talking to you about it before it happened, to remind you, but you cut me off.” You answered him, feeling a little confused but still very upset.

“No, you didn’t, I would have remembered that. I’m sure I would have remembered.” He retorted, standing up.

“Like hell you would. I put the invitation on your desk too.” You added, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Okay, so maybe you did, but still, you expect so much of me and I can’t fulfil that right now! I’m too busy. After the wedding and after the next few weeks of the business, things will go back to normal, but right now, I can’t do the things you want me to do.” Tom raised his hands to show how he was feeling, and you shook your head at him again.

“Do you even know what I want you to do? It’s the bare fucking minimum.” You felt like you were talking to a brick wall at that point.

Tom stumbled over his words, not even knowing mw to respond. The bare minimum of what? He was so confused, no one had ever talked about this before with him, he didn’t get it.

You sighed, disappointed and angry. “All I want – no, all I need, was to know you’re okay and you’re safe, and you’re not out there doing dumb shit. All I need is someone who knows how to be an adult and clean up after themselves. All I need is someone who cares.”

When he didn’t respond, you shook your head and turned to leave. As you walked out the doorway, Tom went to grab your hand but quickly slipped down from the pain radiating in his foot. He was in an awkward position, with one leg up and one leg down, in a classic purposing pose.

“Ow, fuck.” He whispered at his foot, not noticing what he was doing. When he looked up at you, your face had twisted in some kind of shade of anger, disappointment, humiliation, and pity.

“Oh, Tom… what the fuck. This is really not the time to do that.” With that, you tore away from him, rushing out of the bedroom.

You didn’t even say anything to your friends because you felt so embarrassed and hurt about Tom, and with a huff of air, you left the house. Your friends stared after you, whispering to each other, wondering what to do.

As Tom walked out of the bedroom, he slowly made his way to the living room, feeling incredibly guilty and horrible. He wished he could just melt on the floor for a few hours and just feel better after that, but he knew he couldn’t. He needed to go and apologize to you and also apologize to your friends.

Speaking of your friends, they were still in the living room, all staring angrily at him. He deserved it, very much. He didn’t even know what to say except, a short, “Hi there.” And the entire group continued to stare at him silently.

“Um, I’m sorry, but I think its best you guys leave right now. She probably needs to talk to you all, I’m sorry.” He felt odd but he knew he had to do that. He held the door open for them all and he kept whispering sorry as they walked out.

After they left, Tom collapsed on the bed, feeling exhausted but still terrible about what happened. He knew he needed to talk to you and your friends, but he figured it would be best to do that separately because he did feel bad that he was mean to your friends. If someone had been rude to him as he was mean to them all, he would have wanted to scream at them. He knew he really needed to apologize, so after he took a shower and a small nap, he texted the group separately from you, asking to see if he could meet them for breakfast tomorrow.

When they all confirmed after Tom sent them a long message of begging and pleading, Tom finally felt a little bit of hope for the future. He continued to pack a bag of a few of his things, with his clothes and some other essentials. Once he was done, he texted the group again and told him that he left the place and that it was alright for Y/n to come back. He knew that she was with them, and he also knew that she would be very angry if he didn’t leave for a few nights.

-

When Tom left Tuwaine’s apartment early, he had made sure to look his absolute best, so he could impress and hopefully convince your friends to give him a second chance to be friends with them. He was such a jerk to them for so long, and now he knew he needed to apologize to them for doing that. He also knew that he needed to apologize to you, but he wanted to apologize to your friends first because he wanted to hear what they would say to him.

He showed up to the bakery and saved a table outside. He made sure to buy everything they might want too, using small plates from the bakery to put them on the table. It looked like he was having a small birthday celebration, but no, he was just making sure everything looked good and that all your friends would feel comfortable.

He sat at the table for about fifteen minutes before all of your friends showed up. One of them waved to him, friendly and kind, and most of the others looked at him angrily and annoyed. He cringed to himself, hoping that the conversation would go alright.

“Hi, good morning.” He stood up, greeting them. He pointed to the seats for them all to sit down. A few did sit down but others refused, shaking their heads at him.

“I’m not sitting until I hear a reason to.” One of them spoke up. And then another one flipped him off, when he looked their way. Oh, he felt so guilty for what he did to them and you.

He sighed and started talking, “Uh, I’m sorry for… well everything, really. I’ve been a dick to you guys because I thought you guys didn’t really… fuck, this is going to sound mean, I thought you guys didn’t really matter to her and us anymore because you don’t live here. I realize now that is not true, but I’m sorry for not giving you all a chance to be friends with me or even talk to me. I thought you guys just weren’t a part of her life anymore, and I acted mean because I thought you were all kind of against me and her together. I’m sorry for all of that, and honestly, I am willing to beg you guys to give me a second chance or to start things all over again, new, and introduce myself to you guys, as the person I actually am.”

He stopped his rambling as one of your friends stepped forward, and he tried recalling her name, Sophia or maybe it was Maria, he wasn’t sure. He somewhat tried to grin towards her as he pushed his hand out in front of him, to reintroduce himself. She was one of the people standing up still.

It looked like she was going to shake his hand as she set her hand forward, but it wasn’t that. Instead, her hand flew up and smacked his face hard. The sound of her slap drifted around the table like an echo almost, and Tom stumbled back with an audible, “Shit!”

There was an outline of her hand on his face, and he groaned as he rubbed his cheek. “I deserved that…” He mumbled as he glanced back at her.

“Yeah, you did asshole.”

“You deserve much worse.”

“Yeah, he’s such a dick! I can’t believe him.”

“Fuck you, we tried being nice to you.”

“You really hurt her. What a jerk!”

The group was practically shouting at him, and he stumbled back until his back hit the window of the bakery and he kept mummering his apologies. The way they all stood up for you and against him made him feel a different way. He would do the same for you in any situation like this too, and he felt terrible that he didn’t realize your friends were actually good people.

He just pushed them aside and acted like they were nothing to you after you moved here with him. If you said and treated his friends the way that he did to yours, he would have felt horrible and upset just the same as you were feeling now.

“I really didn’t mean to be so rude. I swear it!” He spoke up to the group.

“Really?” One of them spoke up, a shorter girl, who he remembered was Ana.

“Yes, really. My judgement of you all was completely wrong and I’m sorry. And I’m not just saying sorry because of Y/n, I’m genuinely saying sorry for being a mean person to you all. That was wrong of me, I wasn’t raised to be like that, I swear. And I should have never done that, I just didn’t realize how much you guys meant to her and I also didn’t realize that you all were good people. If I put the effort in that I should have, I would have seen how good of friends you all are.” He sincerely apologized again, wiping his head again as he felt like he was sweating like crazy.

He felt so nervous about being in front of a group of friends. He seriously never felt like such a jerk before, and he felt like he should be apologizing over and over again.

“Hm, okay. I’ll accept your apology but I’m never forgetting it. You hurt Y/n and you hurt us… but more importantly you hurt her. We thought you were a rude person from the way you treated us, but Y/n was always defending you, saying you were actually a great person and that you were just always feeling sick or tired, or not in the mood to talk.” Ana said, crossing her arms.

“Yeah, you won’t believe how much she defended you. But I don’t think I can forgive you that easily. Y/n deserves better than this.” Tom didn’t recognize this person, but he nodded in understanding.

“I get that, I do, but please, let me show you guys that I am a good person. I promise I will apologize to her too.” He responded, gazing down at his shoes. He felt so bad still and he honestly felt like he was about to cry. He didn’t know how you would ever accept his apology but if you did, he would be the luckiest guy in the world.

“Fine, I can do that… I don’t know about the others.” Ana replied, gazing at Sophia and a few others.

“I think we need to hear more about what happened. Y/n was so upset, and you hurt her so much. I want to hear your side of the story, but just know that if you are lying or anything, I will beat you up.” Sophia said. Another one nodded, picking up a muffin and taking a bite out of it.

Phew, okay, so they are willing to listen to him and hear how sorry he felt. He felt insanely lucky that they didn’t do anything else to him other than a slap.

“She – I, I think it’s reasonable that she’s upset. I am too, but I think what I did really hurt her more than I at first thought it would, which is really bad. I need to apologize to her still. I’ve been giving her space, but I did email her a sorry, kind of.” Tom scratched his head, feeling a bit awkward at mentioning his email. He wrote it as an email because he knew that you would be pissed off if he sent you a long ass text message. It was more of a cautionary email than anything else, and it did sound a bit silly, but he just wanted to send it to let you know he was sorry, and he understood what he did was wrong.

“Email? What the hell?” One of the girls, Alexia, spoke up. She laughed as she continued to mock him, “Oh no, I broke my girlfriend’s heart, now I must email her!”

Maria snorted at that, but quickly said, “No offense or anything, but that’s weird. Continue, tell us what it said.”

Tom felt a bit more pressure as the group listened to him. “I just said that I am very sorry about what happened and that I should have said a few things differently, and that I promise to talk to her when she wants to talk to me. Also, that I love her a lot, and that I miss her, and also, I apologized about uh, how I treated you guys. But I said that I would mostly talk to her in person to tell her what I need to say, and I just wanted to email her to let her know that stuff.”

“Yeah, interesting. Now, what exactly do you want from us? We tried being friends with you before, but you were always kind of not there… You would leave the room when we talked with Y/n on video calls, and stuff. We thought you were a cool guy at first, I mean, that’s why we encouraged Y/n to move in with you to a different country! You sounded a lot better compared to her exes.” Sophia spoke up, bringing the conversation back to what he wanted to do with them.

He flinched at the tone in the beginning, and he also did not like the sound of your exes. You never spoke about them, so he didn’t think about it.

“I wanted to know if I can reintroduce myself, or we can start over to make a genuine friendship. I think it’s important that I know the people in her life, just like she knows the people in my life. She’s friends with Harrison and Tuwaine, and gets along with my family, but I don’t really know much about you guys… well, because I thought you guys didn’t matter. I’m sorry about that.” He blabbered, biting his lip in nervousness at the end.

“I’m cool with that.”

“Eh, I don’t really like you at the moment…”

“Hmm, maybe, that sounds like a good idea.”

“No, absolutely not. You hurt her and you’re a dumbass.”

“We should give him a chance!”

Tom sighed quietly, fiddling with his fingers as the group continued to debate whether or not he deserves a chance to talk to them. Within a few minutes, they agreed to try but if he did any other shitty thing to you or to them, then they would completely stop supporting his relationship with Y/n.

“I won’t do anything bad, I promise! I still need to talk to her too, but I’m giving her space.” He spoke up.

“Ah, that’s a good idea… Just don’t expect her to reach out so soon. She can hold onto negative emotions longer than some people.” Ana replied, taking a sip of her coffee. Sophia nodded in agreement with her.

“And if you do anything bad to her specifically, I will kill you. Or wait, I will first hurt you severely and then kill you. Sound good?” Maria brought up, gripping onto the butterknife a bit too strong. Tom glanced at the butterknife and then at Maria and then instantly nodded in understanding.

“Yeah, of course, I get that. I promise I won’t hurt her.” He responded with a short nervous laugh. No one else laughed, instead they looked very serious and it scared Tom even more.

They all left after a long discussion about forgiveness, and he told them that he was going to keep in touch with them all. He wasn’t going to ignore them or be rude again, and he had to apologize to you as well, but he felt so much more guilty. He didn’t know how he was going to make it up to you, and he felt so down.

Tom thanked them for being open and willing to consider having a new friendship with him again and he cleaned up the small mess at the table. He sighed, realizing he also hadn’t been helping around the house too, this had reminded him.

He went back to Tuwaine’s place since he has been staying there since the argument with you. He missed being at home with you, it was so much more comfortable. He missed cuddling with you, he missed watching the television with you, he missed eating with you, and so much more. He didn’t realize mundane things could be so exciting to him – he would give up everything if it meant he could go to that again with you.

Over the next few weeks, Tom had started to slowly feel more and more depressed. He gave up trying to give you space after two weeks of silence and had tried calling you at least once a day. He would give you some simple messages through the voice mail and he would text you some cute messages like, “I hope you have a good day!”

Still, zero response, expect some of your friends had told him that you will come around eventually. This has only happened one other time – when you two had first started dating and you two had a bad argument. You didn’t message him for like a week and a half and he was so surprised that you had finally messaged him back, saying it was time to talk. But he figured it was alright to spend some time like this apart when your friends also clued to him that you were trying to give him some time to figure everything out with your friends.

They said that you wanted to give him time to finish things up and stop being so busy, so he hoped maybe now you would respond to him soon.

Harrison’s wedding was in eight days, the business was good, and Tom didn’t have as much to do now. Tom actually planned for today to be Harrison’s bachelor party, instead of the night before the wedding because he knew that Harrison would be drunk still if they partied the night before. Tom managed to push his thoughts of you away for the first few hours of partying, but later he complained about not seeing you for so long.

The party started off good, with all of their friends coming by Tuwaine’s place first. Evan and Daniel were there as well, and everyone had started drinking the moment the party officially started. Harrison was surprised with a few random gag gifts that Tom planned, which included men’s candy lingerie for the wedding night.

They all laughed so hard, and Harrison made a challenge, for whoever stopped drinking first during the party, would be forced to eat the lingerie. The party continued to a golf course, where their day drinking continued with mimosas, and snuck in vodka, and they all were a bit too drunk to finish off a section.

Tom brought in a golf cart with a bunch of embarrassing pictures of Harrison tapped over it, along with a funny blow-up sex doll attached to the top of the cart. They all took turns doing circles on the golf course, shouting and laughing at some random music Evan was playing on his phone.

After they left the golf course, Tom got a limo to drive them to a restaurant for lunch. Yes, that’s right, they have been partying all day, starting at breakfast time. They ate lunch at Harrison’s favorite place and played pin the tail on the donkey – except the donkey was a picture of Harrison and the tail was a picture of a ring. The lunch included some steaks and expensive wine, and as a dessert, they all got ice cream at a place next door.

Next, they all went to a paintball place, where they played a few rounds until they all felt exhausted. They took a break in the limo, driving around town as they continued to drink and dance, and nap.

Tom had started to think about you when a song came on in the limo, blasting at a crazy level. It was one of the songs that you two danced to before in a club, and Tom only remembered it because you two ended up falling on the floor after stumbling when dancing. He remembered giggling so much and trying to pull you up, only to fall again on the beat of the song.

He ended up singing the rest of the song, karaoke style in the limo, randomly mumbling your name into the microphone every few seconds.

Tuwaine joined him, laughing into the microphone loudly and pointing over to Harrison. “Yeah, baby! Woohoo! I bet you’re going to miss doing shit like this when you’re married.” He cackled and Harrison choked on his drink, laughing along with him.

“I’m still going to be here with you shits, don’t worry. Just not as often.”

Tom nodded along, “Yeah, you better go hang out with your new wife because then she will get angry at you and not talk to you for weeks.” He didn’t even need to say your name now, as he stumbled over his words.

Daniel rolled his eyes but laughed, patting Tom on the back, “Come on, at least now you know what happens.”

After about two hours of drinking and karaoke in the limo, Tom took the limo to an axe throwing place, where they all made fools of themselves. They were so drunk that they probably shouldn’t have been throwing axes, but they were all following the rules.

“If I hit this target, Harrison has to twerk in his first dance at his wedding.” One of them shouted, and unsurprisingly, missed the target. Besides the fact they missed the target, all of the boys were yelling and giggling about Harrison twerking at his wedding.

After the axe throwing, Tom took them to go bar crawling. It was the fourth bar that Tom noticed that you might be there. Your friends were in a corner, dancing and laughing out loud, and it made Tom glance over to their table.

His glance became a full-blown stare and he refused to look away, even when a few girls came up to him, Evan, and Tuwaine.

“Hey, how are you guys tonight? What are you drinking?” One of the girls slung an arm around Tom’s neck, and he barely looked at the girl, frowning at how close she got, before he looked back to the group.

Evan noticed what Tom was staring at and chuckled, “Hey isn’t that Y/n’s friends, that you showed me a picture of?” And Tom nodded in reply, to which Evan laughed even more, adding, “Don’t go up to them, you really need to give her space.”

He couldn’t help but yell out your name, “Y/N BABY!” Everyone looked at Tom concerned, and then finally he saw your face. But you looked so angry and upset that Tom pouted and shouted your name again, trying to walk over to you, but Evan and Tuwaine pulled him back.

It was then that you and your friends left.

Tom basically became a rock, standing still and solid, while girls curled up against him and his friends, trying to get their attention. He didn’t spend any moment looking at them, and finally, he decided to look away from the corner that you used to be in, but his mind was still on you.

“This is her third favorite drink! Ugh, I miss you baby.” Tom cried out, and then chugged the rest of the drink while the rest laughed at him and comforted him.

He continued to talk about you and how he missed you so much.

The night ended with them going back to Tuwaine’s place to drink some more. They were all too wasted way beyond the point of return. They were all tripping over random things while walking in and all of them laughing at random shit. Harrison’s face was a deep red color as he walked in with the blow-up sex doll from the golf cart.

“Thank you for my practice wife, Tom.” He snickered, making his way to the carpet in the living room. He laid out flat on the ground, groaning loudly.

He went and started to kiss the blow-up doll, and everyone giggled at him or groaned at him to stop. There were a few drool stains on the doll and Harrison pulled it away to admire it and then randomly pulled it back close to him and bit down on its arm hard, causing it to pop loudly and deflate.

Everyone stared at him silently, and Tom just shook his head.

Tom followed him, but sat down onto one of the chairs, kicking his feet out onto the coffee table. “You’re welcome, mate.” He responded, holding a can of beer. The rest of the group followed in after them and all found a spot in the living room, and soon, they all started talking in a deep conversation.

“That was,” Tuwaine paused as he raised his eyebrows and blew air out of his mouth, “a successful night out.” They all agreed with him by nodding or laughing. The night wasn’t over though, and they all knew that.

Within the next two hours, the group became smashed out drunk, beyond return. They all knew they would need at least two days of recovery for how much they drank, but they continued to drink to celebrate and send Harrison off to be married.

“I’m so ready to marry you,” Harrison spoke into his phone, recording a video for his fiancée, who texted him wondering if he was having a good time. “You’re going to be my wifey! Wifey boo baby, woo!” He cheered and stared into the camera intensely, causing some of the guys to laugh loudly in the background.

“I love you so much. If you were a worm, I’d turn into a worm with you, and we could love each other while traveling the world through dirt.” He said it so seriously that Tom choked on his beer, eyes watering as a hard cough leveled through his body.

“Oh God, Harrison, turn that off!” One of them called out to Tom, he was instantly reminded of you. He felt that way about you so much right now. If he could, he would get married to you at that second, but that wasn’t possible because you weren’t here, and you were angry at him.

“I wanna marry Y/n, my baby. My sweetie, I miss her so much. Do you think she’ll ever talk to me again? I hope she does, even if it means she’ll be screaming at me.” Tom cried out, holding the beer can up to his face, cradling it.

“What was the name of my emo playlist, Siri?” He tried asking his phone to play depressing music, as he was feeling horrible, and the group just sighed at his antics.

“Enough, Tom, you keep talking about her, but we’re supposed be happy right now.” One said, and another gazed over to him and slapped his knee.

“She’s my happy.”

“Shut up, you dummy.” Another spoke up to him, but Tom shook his head.

“I could’ve seen her tonight, my honey. If I wasn’t a coward,” He slurred out, and stared at Evan, “Meanie, you stopped me.”

“I saved you from embarrassing yourself, shithead.” Everyone nodded in agreement and Tom frowned deeply.

“Whatever…” He got up and stepped over a few of the boys, walking towards the bathroom. “Party poopers.” He called out to them and slammed the bathroom door shut, locking him in.

He opened his phone, pulling up his texts between him and you, and texted you again. “Babyyyyyy” He sent and sighed, then sent another text, “i mixs you so muc I wan to holdd u again and kiss you”, then he spoke up to himself, “Fuck me.”

He opened up the camera and giggled, trying to send a picture of himself while sitting on the toilet, but the camera was pointing the other way. He clicked the screen anyway and pressed send, not realizing that he just sent a close-up picture of his dick.

He proceeded to send you a dozen crying emojis, and then an old picture of the two of you and then a selfie in the bathroom mirror with him sobbing hard.

He didn’t even think to stop himself, instead he continued to send more and more to you.

“I looooooooooooove you, like how plants love the sun. also, water, plants love water. I love you like that. Alsooooo I want you to forgive me and illlll apologize you to so mcoh I mean it, ill go to the moon and back just to show how much I love you (without a space suit), and then I;lkl even get you the pet cat and pet dog you always wanted.”

-

He soon fell asleep in the bathtub, with his phone in his hand. He snored loudly and occasionally woke up to shout at the guys not to bother him in the bathroom. Within the next few hours, he woke up to a pounding headache and he groaned at himself, then fell back asleep.

And then again, within a few more hours, he got out of the bathroom and checked up on everyone. They were all pretty much out of it, but safe. Funnily, Harrison had his feet up in the air as he slept on the couch, and Tuwaine was right next to him, with the deflated blow-up doll curled up under his arms.

“Guys?” Tom woke them up and instantly got smacked with a pillow on the couch, “Ow!”

“Go away, let me sleep.”

“Shut the fuck up, emo boy.”

“Can you get me some potato soup?”

He groaned at them and sat down in the kitchen, away from all of them. He made himself some toast and then took out his phone again to check what time it was. He unlocked it and it instantly opened up to the texts he sent you.

“Oh, my fucking hell, no way.” He sighed to himself, scrolling up, until he hit the picture. Oh no, he thought. A dick picture. He sent you a picture of his semi flaccid penis, while he was on the toilet, oh no. That’s horrible, oh my, that would definitely be the end between you two if you saw that.

“NO, FUCK!” He screamed, getting up and rushing out the door. He was still slightly drunk, so he couldn’t drive. He had to run there, somehow, that’s what his drunk mind ended up telling him.

But first he needed to tell his friends where he was going and what he was going to do.

“Okay, I know you’re all still asleep, but I need to tell you I’m going to go to Y/n’s house and steal her phone and delete the dick pic that I sent her while we were really drunk last night. Anyone have any ideas on how to steal her phone without her noticing?” He rushed out in a single breath and slowly but surely, everyone woke up and stared at him.

“This has got to be a dream because no way in hell did Tom fuck up that bad.” Harrison was the first one to speak up, and Tom only sighed, shrugging his shoulders to tell them all that yes, it was real.

“I’ve got nothing for you, except I’ll pray that you don’t end up without balls for doing something so dumb.” Other spokes up and Tom rolled his eyes.

“She wouldn’t hurt me or anything, but her friends will. Oh god, how will I even tell them about this, I wanted to be on their good side.” Tom groaned, hiding his face with his hands.

“Go! You can tell she still hasn’t opened it, right? You’ve got time.” Another cheered for him and that was all, as Tom ran out the door, phone in one hand and keys in the other.

Right as he ran out, he heard one of the boys chuckling, “Wonder if it was a decent dick pic or some depressing dick pic.”

What the hell was a depressing dick pic? Tom didn’t think much else about it as he ran towards the house. It was only about ten blocks away… Tom groaned loudly as he continued to run, glad that he was in shape to do this.

Halfway there, Tom finally started feeling the effects of everything, the alcohol and the running, and the fact he was only running with the anxiety of you seeing all those texts. Also, he realized he definitely should have eaten something more and at least drunk water, because this was tough.

“Fuck me, oh no,” He started to slow down, but he really shouldn’t. A wave of nausea hit him, and he burped up some of the toast he ate but he swallowed it down and kept pushing, “I’ve got to get to her phone!” He practically whimpered, as he started to slowly run again.

It was a slow jog, but he eventually got there. He snuck in through the back door, glancing around to make sure that he wasn’t caught. But then he wondered where your phone was. There was some music playing at a low volume and he could smell that something delicious was on the stove or in the oven.

As he slowly walked further into the house, he felt even more anxious and tense. But then he heard the shower running, and he relaxed slightly. Okay, so you were in the shower and then something must be in the oven, because you wouldn’t let the stove run without looking over it.

He sighed, feeling safe. Now, he was safe to go through the house quickly to find your phone and delete the texts before you opened them up. He checked his phone once more to see that you still haven’t opened up his messages, which he felt so relieved by.

“Okay, first look in the living room and then kitchen, and then bedrooms.” He was sure you wouldn’t bring your phone in the bathroom with you, but if you did, then he’d have to hide somewhere inside the house while you got out of the bathroom and then sneak around until you weren’t in the same room with your phone.

He rolled his eyes at himself for making it so complicated, but he needed to do this if he wanted to fix the relationship.

As he stepped into the living room and looked around, he felt something a little bit off, but he couldn’t explain the feeling. He looked everywhere for your phone, even under the couch. Then he looked at the front door and narrowed his eyes.

Men’s shoes… and another pair of women’s shoes he didn’t recognize, but he primarily focused on the big ass men shoes sitting right next to the door.

Those were not his and they were definitely not his size either, so it had to mean there was another guy here. But you didn’t have any guy friends here, apart from Tom’s own guy friends. He stared at them with confusion and even picked them up to compare to the size of his feet and then he shook his head and set the shoes down.

“Okay, weird.” He whispered to himself, seriously hoping that you weren’t seeing another guy. He felt dumb thinking you were, but those shoes being here made no sense. Same with the woman’s shoes, and then he wondered hopefully that it was just one of your friends from out of town with her boyfriend or some random guy. Or maybe you had a girlfriend that wore men’s shoes. Then he shook his head again, no way that one of your friends would wear those types of men’s shoes. Those looked too ugly, and your friends had good fashion sense.

He slowly went to turn into the kitchen and then as he turned around, his eyes went wide as he jumped up, screaming, “Oh fuck!”

Two people were standing directly behind him, as if waiting for him to turn, and they started laughing when he screamed.

“Oh dear, and you must be Thomas? Y/n was just about to tell us more about you. She’s in the shower right now but we were just drinking a cup of coffee, would you like some?” Your mom spoke up, grinning at him as he huffed out a long breath of air.

“Oh, oh, okay, hello.” He sighed out, wiping his face as if there was sweat there. They laughed at him again and he smiled. He went to go shake their hands, but your dad laughed loudly and shook his head.

“No! We only hug in this family, isn’t that right sweet pea?” Your dad said to your mom, and she nodded, and your dad awkwardly pulled Tom into a deep hug, with your mom patting his back friendly.

“Aw, nice, hugs… Yeah, of course. Well, it’s nice to meet you guys properly. I only ever got to wave hi to you over video calls!” Tom responded, pulling back from the hug. He glanced down at himself and kind of cringed at how he looked. If he knew your parents were here, he would have cleaned himself up nicely.

He realized that the shoes were your dad’s and your mom’s, and he was glad that they didn’t catch him finding your phone. He’d have to explain himself if that happened, and he was sure that they wouldn’t appreciate that he sent those messages to you.

“We know, yes, it’s one of the reasons we came by finally. We wanted to check up on Y/n and catch up on things, like why are you two not married already?” Your dad turned a heavy question to Tom, and he gulped, unsure how to answer. Tom truly did want to marry you at this point, and he still needed to find an engagement ring. He also needed to tell his family about it too. They all loved you and wanted you to join the family, and they would be so happy if Tom told him now.

“I do want to marry your daughter!” Tom paused, thinking for a quick second before he spoke up again, “I thought it would be best to wait until I got your permission to ask her the question, but I never get a chance to speak to you two privately.” He felt lucky that he thought that up really quickly. He did want to marry you, but he actually wanted to ask your friends first if he could propose to you, instead of your parents, since he knew them a little better.

“Hm, well, you have our permission now Thomas.” Your mom replied, and his eyes widened, and he nodded happily.

“You can call me Tom, if you’d like.” He added, chuckling a bit as they all walked further into the kitchen. The two of them sat at the barstools, as he stood up to continue talking to him. He walked over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup, using his favorite mug you got him.

“And how about children, Tom?” Your dad asked as Tom put a bit of sugar into his mug, and he faltered for a moment before he glanced over to your dad.

He was about to reply until your mom interrupted him with a loud “Wait!” the two stared at her as she asked, “Well, when are you going to propose? We gave you permission, but you never said when you would propose. I want to know! Maybe I can tell her to go get her nails done before you do it…” Your mom trailed off as she imagined the proposal and Tom nodded back.

“Oh! Um, soon, if she wants to talk about it.” He kind of shrugged and your dad sighed.

“She’s stubborn, but lovable, right?” He said to Tom, and Tom agreed, finding it a bit easy to talk to them. It was just a bit awkward that they kept asking about the relationship, while Tom wasn’t really sure where you stood right now with wanting to be in a relationship or not.

It seemed that they knew at least that there was an argument between him and you, but with the questions they were asking, it seemed like they thought it was just a small argument. Tom was glad about that and didn’t want to ask any questions to them about it.

“Now, back to the question, how many kids are you guys wanting?” Your dad brought up, and Tom hid his sigh while he drank some coffee from his mug.

“Oh, you know… the usual.” Tom gave the vaguest answer possible, and your mom chuckled, responding, “So, four? Five?” Her joke made Tom choke on his coffee, and he coughed a bit of it out, leaning over the counter and into the sink.

“Aw, you scared him, we’re kidding, we only expect two in the next few years.” Your dad spoke up, laughing at Tom’s reaction.

“Two, in how many years, exactly?” Tom asked, scratching his head. And then he was saved (at least that’s what he hoped) as you walked in, wearing a robe. Your hair was still wet, and it seemed like you rushed over here, since your feet were still wet too.

“I heard you guys all talking…” You sent Tom a look, and he smiled nervously at you. He didn’t know what would happen, but he hoped you would forgive him and still he needed to find your phone. He mouthed, “I’m sorry” to you, but you rolled your eyes slightly.

“Yes, you didn’t tell us Tom was so good looking! You know, especially when you told us he’s older.” Your mom spoke up, smiling at the two of you, noticing the slight tension and wanting to calm it down.

“’How old, exactly did you say, Y/n?” Your dad asked, raising his eyebrows at Tom with curiosity. He took a sip of his coffee as you cleared your throat.

You also crossed your arms, watching Tom as you replied to your dad, “He’s in his mid-40s.” Tom instantly looked at you with a shocked stare and you shrugged. He wasn’t that old! And your parents didn’t seem to question that at all.

“Wow! Then you better get started on those kids soon, right?” Your mom spoke up and Tom wouldn’t look away from you as you nodded.

In his head, he was wondering if you would forgive him if it meant you were saying you’d have kids with him soon, to your parents. But maybe not, he wasn’t sure what exactly you were thinking, especially since he hasn’t spoken to you for a while now.

“Yeah, Tom actually takes a while to… warm up, if you know what I mean.” You continued, smiling softly, “Sometimes it takes up to ten minutes to get that little guy up, right Tom?” You glanced over to him and his grip on his mug tightened harshly, as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Really?” He asked, as if to say, “are you really doing this?” You nodded, “Right, yeah, maybe it’s 15 minutes nowadays.” You shrugged, and your parents gazed at Tom with empathy and pity.

“Aw dear boy, that’s okay, it happens to men in that age group.” Your mom spoke up, frowning at Tom.

Your dad too, seemed upset at the news. “Well, have you gone to the doctors to check on the little swimmers?” His question sounded so genuine, and Tom coughed again, looking at the ground, feeling incredibly awkward.

You spoke up for Tom instead, “Oh, he’s a little shy about that stuff, Dad.” Your dad sighed in response, shaking his head pitiful of Tom.

“We want you to have some strong swimmers there. Especially if you’re going to be giving us two grandkids soon.” Your dad continued, standing up. He walked over to Tom and patted his back softly, gazing towards you and your mom.

“You know, our next-door neighbor’s daughter is pregnant. She’s 22 years old, and frankly, I think you need to hurry up!” He said, and your mom nodded along, “Remember Samantha?” And you bit your lip from laughing but you nodded back to your parents. You could tell how Tom was freaking out.

Your dad took a step back as he faced Tom completely. Tom looked uncomfortable but your dad continues, “Sometimes you just got to relax down there. Here, let me help you stretch your body out.” He gestured for Tom to lean down before he went ahead to do it himself.

“Okay, lean down really quickly, touch your toes, you know, you have to get your body moving. And now, stand right up and jump! Reach for the sky.” Your dad demonstrated and Tom slowly copied him, feeling incredibly defeated and awkward.

“You have to do that every day and that’ll really get the juices flowing down there, if you know what I mean.” Your dad continued, and Tom nodded, “Yeah, definitely will do that.”

Your mom laughed at the two, “Oh, stop being so silly. But tell us, Tom, do you take the medicine?” Her question made Tom even more confused, and you looked embarrased as your mom continued to explain, using her hands, “The… Viagra?” Tom instantly widened his eyes.

“Wow, uh, no I don’t use that.” He explained, shrugging slightly as your dad set his hand on Tom’s shoulders as if to comfort him. You looked at that and found it funny but said nothing.

“I use it only on movie nights, to spice things up.” Your dad admitted, and your nose scrunched up.

“Ew, dad, you didn’t have to tell us that.” You quickly responded and he laughed at your expression.

“Just trying to help you two out. I didn’t have that problem in my mid-40s, but I think it’s more common nowadays.” Your dad defended himself, and your mom laughed along.

You shook your head at them, and Tom found himself smiling at you, thinking about how cute you looked.

“I’m going to go get dressed, but you three can stay here and continue talking if you want.” You excused yourself, shivering a little as you still weren’t dried off completely. They all nodded, and you went into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

-

Tom grinned at your parents, lifting up his mug, “So, anyone want refills?” Your mom nodded, standing up to get some more coffee, and Tom helped her by offering milk and sugar.

In hopes of changing the conversation to a new topic, Tom cleared his throat and glanced to your dad, “So, how long are you guys going to be here for?” The question was met with smiles and your mom answered it.

“Just till the end of the weekend, dear. Since Y/n is busy with work during the week, we’re going to go out sightseeing. And then hm, I think Y/n wanted to take us to a local restaurant, she says it’s got the best pasta in the country.” Your mom explained, and your dad chuckled a bit.

“I doubt the pasta is that good… She said it was mind-blowing!” Your dad brought it up and Tom realized you were talking about the restaurant you two always go to for special events.

He took you there for your last birthday, and on Valentine's Day, it was always a sweet place for you two. He smiled widely, “It’s the best place to go for pasta.” He answered, then added, “We love it there.”

Your mom turned to him suddenly with a gasp, “Aw, you remind me of when we were younger, trying that steakhouse place near our home! He would always order the lasagna they served there, whenever I was feeling down so we could eat at home. So sweet. Maybe you can order some pasta for Y/n, she was feeling a little down earlier about an argument you two had. She wouldn’t tell us what it was about, of course.”

Tom was surprised that your mom had told him that, and he appreciated it greatly, “Thank you, yeah, I need to apologize to her. I was in the wrong, but maybe pasta will cheer her up too.” Your dad got up and sighed.

“Yeah, she’s a stubborn girl but food is a good way to her heart.” Your dad said, and your mom scoffed, shaking her head.

“No, stop it. She also deserves to be romanced and cared for too, got that Tom?” Your mom added on quickly and your dad quietly whispered, “Yeah, that too.”

Tom and your parents continued to speak together until you came back out, wearing clothes and being completely dried off. You looked incredible, and Tom felt his heartrate start to pick up when you said you had to get to work because of some emergency.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry Mom, we can go shopping when I get back from work. And Dad, I think there’s a few places that you’d like to go to in the next town over, maybe you two can go do that while I’m working.” You apologized, as they walked towards the front door to leave.

“Aw, it’s okay. You let us know when you’re free. It was nice meeting you in person, Tom. I hope to see you again soon.” Your mom responded and your dad gave you a hug goodbye.

They quickly left, and you shut the door after waving goodbye one more time. You slowly turned around to Tom, who looked nervous again. He didn’t know what to do now, except for saying sorry again. He started fidgeting with his hands as he looked at you.

“I’m really sorry, Y/n. Seriously, I am so sorry for being a jerk like that. I met up with your friends too, and spoke with them about it, and I promise I’ll be a friend to them as well, instead of acting like I was. I’m so sorry, babe, please, I promise I will still be here with you, and I won’t be like an asshole. I promise you. I’ll answer your calls, texts, emails, I’ll do anything please, if you give me a chance, and I swear I’ll make you and your family happy and your friends happy too and” He took a deep breath in to continue but paused when you pressed a palm up to his chest.

“Tom.” You whispered to him.

“Yes? I swear, I’ll do anything. I’ll propose right now if you want me to, but I wanted it to be more romantic. I’ll get married to you right now if you want me to. Or I’ll leave and never bother you again, if you want me to. I promise and I love you so much, and if you don’t want me here anymore, I’ll leave and you can take the house and I swear, you can take everything else. You already have my heart.” He continued to ramble and ramble some more, but you stopped him again with a soft smile.

“Tom!” You laughed at this point, he breathed in again to continue but you shook your head.

“I accept your apology. I just needed some space to myself for a little bit and I figured you did too so you can finish up some stuff. My friends told me after we saw you at the club, that you guys met up and talked. Thank you for doing that.” You responded, sighing slightly.

Tom was so surprised, he couldn’t believe it, “Wait really?” He asked and when you nodded, he asked again, “Seriously?” You laughed harder.

“Come on, I won’t break up with you or anything like that. I’m being serious, it’s not a joke. I was kind of pissed off that you came here, so that’s why I kind of said that stuff to my parents…” You shrugged, whispering a small, “Sorry about that.”

Tom was the one that laughed this time. “Yeah, about that, when did we celebrate my 40th birthday?” He started laughing even more when you rolled your eyes and took his hand, dragging him behind you.

“I’m pretty sure I said mid-40s, so we celebrated your 45th birthday in.” You joked back, and he shook his head, laughing more.

He pulled you into a tight hug as you laughed too, and slowly you two stopped laughing and he gazed down at you with adoration, “So we’re all good?” His question was met with a nod, and you stepped up on your tip toes to kiss his cheek.

“We still eventually will need to talk more about things, but in this moment, I’ll say we’re good.” You responded, thinking back to how he spoke to your parents. He was nice to them, you were a bit surprised and touched.

As you pulled away, you quirked your eyebrows up for a second, “Oh, and nice picture.” You said it so nonchalantly that Tom didn’t understand what you meant for a moment.

You walked away as Tom shouted, “Wait! Oh no, I’m really sorry about that! I was drunk and really depressed and I’m so sorry.” He quickly tugged his phone out of his pocket. He unlocked it instantly and it opened up to the messages between you and him.

You sent him a picture back.

Oh fuck.

You actually sent him one back? He immediately burst into laughter of joy and then quickly ran up to you with surprise and hope in his eyes, “You sent one back! When the fuck did you send one back?” He asked and you grinned at him.

“Well, I went to go get dressed and I guess my thumb slipped and took a picture and sent it to you. But actually, I sent it when my parents were here. You were sweet to them.” You shrugged and his laughter turned into silent giggles, as he clutched his stomach hard. It was a good picture too, showing off your chest and your neck at a great angle.

You elbowed him as he continued to laugh out, “I love it. I love you.” His face flushed red as he continued to stare at the picture.

“Love you too, stinky. Now go shower please, I don’t know why but you look and smell like a raccoon that lives in trash.” Your insult didn’t faze him at all as he was still smiling with bright red cheeks and a look of adoration in his eyes.

“I’ll go shower, sure.” He responded, lifting up his arm to expose his armpit, and leaned towards you as if to make you smell.

“Ew, Tom! Stop!” You shouted, grossed out but amused and he chuckled back, leaving to go shower.

-

As he entered the bathroom, he glanced in the mirror for a moment and then looked away, but then surprised, he looked back at himself. Oh, you were right. He looked dreadful. He lifted a hand and pushed it through his hair, watching the greasy strands of hair flop together in an odd way. His face had a sweaty and sticky look to it, and as he touched it, it smeared across his forehead more.

His clothes were so dirty as well, and he shrugged them off quickly. He turned the water on in the shower and waited until the water turned hot. In the meantime, he brushed his teeth twice before he was satisfied with how his breath smelled.

He got into the shower and sighed loudly as the hot water hit his skin. This was one of the best feelings ever, he thought. He swore never to drink so much again after the bachelor party, because of how disgusting he felt during the morning. He was feeling better now that he talked to you and your parents, and now that he was showering.

He scrubbed his skin with your soap, missing the smell of it. He always loved using your shower and bath products, because he liked how it smelled on you. It also made his hair silky smooth, and his skin feel super soft.

Since he always stole your stuff, he would be the one to buy it in bulk, so there was always enough supply for you two.

He grimaced when he saw the feminine soap, remembering back to a time he used to use that as body soap. He remembered how good it smelled and thought it was weird that it was labeled as “feminine soap”, thinking that his friends would even use this soap if they smelled how good it was.

Then he remembered when you joined him for a shower that one time, and saw him using that as body wash… You laughed so hard that you fell over in the shower and Tom felt so embarrassed that he didn’t read the back of the bottle to see what type of soap it was.

He scrubbed the shampoo into his hair, using extra to clean the gunk in his hair. He rinsed it out of his hair and sighed again, picking up your conditioner. He absolutely loved this conditioner – it smelled so good, and he always loved how it made his hair shine after showering. He applied a generous amount and then cleaned his body again with regular soap.

“Tom, how much longer are you going to be in there?” He heard you call out to him, and he quickly replied, dropping the soap.

“I’ll be out in five minutes!” He shouted back, smiling as he heard you shout back, “Okay!”

He finished up within a few minutes and turned off the water and dried it off with a towel. He brushed his teeth quickly, rinsing out his mouth and then opened the door.

“I’m out now!” He said, walking towards the closet, connected to the bathroom. He picked up some spare clothes that he left there, choosing more comfortable ones over fashionable ones. He was so ready to spend some time with you, to make up for all the time you guys haven’t spent together the last few weeks. And he was extra happy that you two could chill at home alone like the old times.

When you didn’t respond, Tom called out your name again, and walked into the room absentmindedly, glancing down at his phone. He kept looking at that picture and he knew that the longer he stared at it the harder it would be to fight against a growing hard on. But he absolutely loved your photo, he hasn’t been able to see your body in person for so long and this photo was a reminder.

Sure, he did jack off and cry a lot to some past nudes you sent him before, when you guys weren’t talking, but this photo was sent back to him just today! He quietly wondered if you looked back at some of the old pictures he sent to you, but he pushed the thought out of his mind quickly as he glanced up to the bedroom.

There you were, lying on the bed with one of his shirts he left behind. It was one that he purposely left behind because he knew that you loved the feeling of it (and because he loved seeing you in it). You smiled to him, as if you weren’t lying there with his shirt and shifted your spot, causing him to see a little peak of what’s in between your legs.

He gulped, it was a pair of lightly sheer panties, one of his favorite pairs that he accidentally ripped once and then paid for another pair for. He wondered if you were wearing the matching bra, but quickly took notice that he could see the outline of your nipples pressed up against the shirt.

“How was your shower?” You asked, clearing the silence. Tom’s eyebrows went up almost instantly, as he contemplated how to respond.

He cleared his throat, “It was – uh, good, great, actually.” He glanced away from you for a moment and scratched his head.

“So… are you like, uh, trying to rile me up right now or am I reading this situation wrong?” He asked, his voice cracking slightly as he focused his best on making his dick calm down.

Moldy pineapple. Spilling sewage. Earwax. Earwax. Earwax. EARWAX. His mind started shouting at his dick, repeating the words, imagining them in full detail.

“What situation, Tom?” Your voice came out nonchalantly, and the way you said his name made him squeeze his eyes shut.

“So, um, did you really have an emergency at work?” He asked, turning around to avoid looking at you and you snorted and then started laughing hard. He glanced back around, turning his head to look at you, holding your stomach hard as you continued to laugh, and he sighed out a small laugh.

“Alright, so you were trying to rile me up. You know I would usually know that stuff, but I didn’t cause of all that’s happened.” He stopped, and shook his head, “Let’s talk more about that later, but wow darling, you know how to get my heart racing.”

You slowly stopped laughing and responded, “Yeah, really? Well come over here and show me your racing heart.” Tom grinned widely, turning back around to face you, and rushed over to the bed.

He practically jumped on it and slid next to you, to lay down, facing you. He took ahold of your hand and brought it up to his chest, pressing it up against his chest to where his heart was underneath. You smiled softly as you felt his heartbeat and glanced back up to his face.

He was slightly blushing, smiling as well back to you. “I missed you a lot.” He whispered, and you slid your hand from his and lightly grasped one of his cheeks. Your thumb brushed against his bottom lip, and he leaned down closer to you, smiling even more before he kissed you gently.

Your lips kissed his softly back for a few moments before you two parted and sighed. “I missed you too, and this.” You whispered against his mouth and kissed him again, more passionately this time. The urgency in the kiss made Tom gasp slightly, kissing you back harder.

“Yeah, this is always great.” He mumbled against your lips, before slipping his tongue against yours in an open mouth kiss, and he tugged you closer, using a tight hand holding the shirt you were wearing. When you still weren’t close enough, he slipped his arm around your back and pulled you up against him, turning to lay on his back with you on top of him.

Your legs spread and rested on either side of his hips, grinding up against his shorts. He groaned loudly, breaking the kiss slightly and started to leave sloppy kisses around your cheek and around your ear, and your neck. He bit slightly onto your earlobe, and you gasped and chuckled at the feeling.

“You’re going to end up killing me at this point, sweetie. I’m going to have a heart attack or something.” He struggled to get out as you grinded move against him. You stopped for a moment and sat up, making Tom confused.

“Are you going to help me take this shirt off?” You asked, laughing as he grasped his chest as if he were in pain, dramatically.

“Of course, I will.” He responded, moving his hands down to the bottom of your shirt. He tried to take it off quickly, but you stopped him with another small laugh.

“Come on, Tom, let’s slow this down a little bit and enjoy it. You can fuck me later, how about you just… make love to me now.” You suggested, and Tom eyes widened a bit before he nodded.

“I can make love to you now, sure.” He agreed, blushing a little more. He loved seeing how much you wanted him just as he wanted you too. It was a way you showed your love and he found it incredible. He loved you so much and, in that moment, he agreed that it would be best to take this slow so you two can feel everything.

He wanted to show you everything of him too, to show how much he loved you, and to show how much he missed you.

He slid a hand under the shirt and slowly brought it up, stopping before your breasts fell out of the shirt. With his other hand, he circled a finger over the outline of one of your nipples causing you to gasp. It was such a small gesture, and it was barely anything, and it was over the shirt, it made Tom’s mouth open in surprise.

You got more sensitive these past few weeks it seemed. Maybe it was because you two haven’t done anything with each other for so long. He grinned as you moaned slightly, rubbing yourself a little harder onto his shorts, over his hard on.

“Aw baby, thought you wanted to take this slow?” He reminded you, and you almost rolled your eyes at his teasing.

He started to push harder against your nipple and then switched to the other one. You had closed your eyes, breathing heavily from the pleasure and Tom wanted to save this as a picture in his head, at how fucking hot you looked. Then he slowly rolled his fingers into a pinch, dragging your skin and the clothing away from you for just a moment causing you to gasp out from the different kind of pleasure.

“Do you like that?” He murmured to you, and you instantly nodded, opening your eyes to gaze down at him.

“I want to hear you, darling, haven’t heard you in so long, I want’ hear more of those sounds you’re making too.” He added, watching as your gaze darkened on him, opening your mouth to respond.

“I like it, babe. I like it a lot,” You sighed out, your hands trailing down to his body. You slipped a hand under his shirt too, lightly running your fingers up and down against his stomach, causing him to slightly shiver.

“Mm, can I take your shirt off completely now? Or should I go slower?” This time you did roll your eyes at him for bringing that up again, about going slower. You took your chances and removed your hands from his body and slipped the shirt off your body, throwing it off to the side.

It surprised him so much that you did that, he froze, making you chuckle. “Like what you see?” You whispered to him and the grip he had on your hips tightened, before he loosened it, rolling your skin in between his fingers.

“I do,” He responded, taking your hand in his, and bringing it to his chest again to show how fast his heart was beating. This time, both of you laughed at his actions and you shook your head at him.

“I think it’s time you take some medicine for that, old man.” You laughed, making Tom groan, thinking back to the conversation with your parents.

“Yeah, but I didn’t need Viagra, did I? Did that surprise you? Hmm, does this make me your sugar daddy?” He teased you back and you giggled even more.

“No way, don’t you dare call yourself a sugar daddy.” You laughed, and he ran his hands up and down your back.

“Alright, sugar baby.” He replied quickly, winking at you, and causing you two to laugh even more.

One of his hands slipped down to your underwear, causing you to shiver as he slipped past the clothing. He played with the hem a little bit, watching your reactions, and grinned at you. He gazed down to where you were grinding down on him and he sighed quietly as he moved you back, to take off your underwear.

“No fair, oldie.” You spoke up, watching him pull your underwear down your legs, and you kicked them off.

Before you could push it off the bed, Tom got a hold of them, “No way are these going on the floor. You know these are my favorite.” He responded, and then added, “It’s your turn to take off my clothes.”

You gasped as he brought the panties up to his nose and he breathed in, sniffing the underwear deeply. “Tom!” You gasped again as you watched him lean his head back and sigh loudly.

“That smelled delicious, I’m saving these. And can’t wait to taste you.” He said, his eyes closing as he savored the scent of you.

“I’m gonna’ need those back, old man. Don’t think you can keep those.” You tutted back, shaking your head at his behavior.

“Ugh, baby girl, stop calling me an old man! I’m still in my twenties.” He laughed, causing his body to shake, with yours shaking as well, above him.

“Only if you stop calling me those names. Besides, I think you’re forgetting your true age – like 45, right?” You huffed out a laugh back, raising an eyebrow at him as he started to focus on your chest again.

“Sure, at least that’s what you told your parents. And what the hell about the little swimmers?” He responded, massaging around your breasts, causing you to breathe in deeply, as if focusing not to make so much noise. He grinned at that, knowing you would make more of the sounds he loved from you.

You practically snorted when he mentioned what your dad said. “Yeah! About that, I need to set up an appointment for you to go see the doctor about it. Don’t want you shooting blanks forever.” With that, Tom grunted at you and pulled you down to lay on top of him, stopping you from taking off his shirt.

“As if I shoot blanks. You love my healthy cum.” He shot back, and you almost laughed again. You prompted yourself up a little, using his shoulders to help you up. Your breasts were practically in his face and he almost drooled as he stared at them.

“Healthy? How do you know your cum is healthy if you haven’t been to the doctor?” You asked, gazing as he leaned up and licked a strip of your skin, making you gasp in surprise. He was so close to your areolas again, and your nipples hardened as he brushed past them with his nose.

“Shut up, it is healthy, and you love it – you didn’t deny that.” He responded and you rolled your eyes at him playfully.

“Yeah, true, I love it.” You admitted, causing the both of you to chuckle again quietly.

“Okay, enough talking, let’s get back to this love making session.” Tom chuckled and you raised both your eyebrows at him, as if you couldn’t believe what he said. He was confused by what your expression meant until he heard you respond.

“Please don’t ever say that again.” You whispered, giggling hard at how he sounded. He laughed too, but you two slowed down and you leaned down to kiss him again.

Tom felt like he was finally back in the best place in his whole life (which was in your arms). You were on top of him, holding him up as he kissed, licked, and bit up your breasts. He loved being in this position, it was one of his favorite things to do, be between your breasts, kissing them and hearing you moan. And he loved seeing the aftermath of his bites, seeing all the bruises and marks around your chest.

“Oh, fuck, Tom,” You panted, pushing your hips up and down against him, and he groaned, biting down on one of your nipples, causing you to gasp loudly.

“S’ fucking good, I love your tits.” He mumbled against you, “Love you, all of you.” He continued and you nodded along.

“I love you too, Tom, I need more of you though.” You said, breathing heavily. You didn’t like that he was still fully clothed, so you tugged at his shirt, trying to get his attention to see that you wanted it off his body.

He finally pulled away from attacking your chest, and you huffed out a sigh, glancing down at your tits. Damn, he did some work on them. You were sure in the morning your chest would be covered in bruises.

“What if I wanted to wear a cute top tomorrow?” You mumbled, mostly to yourself, but Tom overheard and chuckled.

“You still can, only around me though. Unless you want to show everyone the artwork.” He responded, and you shook your head, laughing.

“No way, I was going to hang out with my parents again in the afternoon – um, and kinda maybe go out for drinks with my friends.” You whispered out the last part, wondering about whether or not you would go out with your friends now. There was still some more to talk about with Tom, if things didn’t exactly go good today.

“What? You should go out with them! Can I come along with some friends too? I promise they’ll get along with your friends.” He spoke up, a hopeful feeling blossoming in his chest.

You blinked in surprise at him, smiling as well, “Oh, uh, yeah! Yeah sure, we just need to talk some more I think, to make sure we’re on the same page with everything.”  

Tom was confused for a moment before he realized what you meant. You two still needed to talk about exactly what your parents were saying and how the relationship was going to move on from this. He nodded back to you, understanding.

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded again and you grinned.

“Yeah, after this.” You responded and he laughed, sitting up to give you a kiss. You pushed him back though and shook your head.

“Nope, oldie, I want to take your clothes off, remember?” You giggled, and he nodded, huffing out some air but quickly helped you take his shirt off.

You also threw it off the bed, making him laugh a little. He still wanted to keep those panties of yours, so he stuffed them somewhere else on the bed, out of your reach.

You wiggled off of his lap and gazed down to his shorts, feeling your cheeks warm up as you saw the patches of wetness you left on there. Tom saw it too, and he grinned, loving that it was there.

“You know how hot I find this shit, right here?” He asked you rhetorically and you shook your head at him.

“Shut up, weirdo, first with my panties and now this.” You teased him and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

You motioned for him to lift his hips up so you could slide his shorts off his waist, and he did, wiggling his eyebrows to you as you pulled them off and you laughed, looking away from him.

“Tom, babe, do you want us to have sexy time right now? Or do you want to keep making me laugh?” Your question made him pause and smile at you.

“Both, because I missed doing those to you all those weeks. But I’ll calm it down.” His answer made you realize how much he missed you and you almost “awed” out loud to him, but you stopped yourself.

After taking off his shorts, you pulled him into another sweet kiss as you toyed with his boxers. He sighed into the kiss as you slipped your hand underneath his boxers, slightly touching his dick. You smoothed a finger over the head of his dick, making his hips shudder back and forth.

“I missed this so much.” You whispered into his ear after you pulled away from the kiss. You focused on his ear with your mouth, biting and sucking parts of his ear and his neck while your hand slowly captured around his dick under his boxers.

“Me too…” He sighed out, closing his eyes in bliss from your touch.

You pulled away so you could take off his boxers too, and you slipped them off his hips, leaving them down by his knees. You gazed down to his hard on, smiling as you pressed a finger into his slit, causing more pre-cum to ooze out.

“Oh! Fuck.” He cursed, breathing in deeply, as he watched you touch him.

You moved two fingers down to collect it and smear it around his head, and you repositioned yourself so you could concentrate on his cock better. You lay down on your stomach, while Tom was sitting up against some pillows and you were close to his hips.

You glanced up to see his expression, his face was flushed red, and he had a dazed look on his face. You grinned at it, before looking back down and giving his cock a small and fast lick. It happened within two seconds, and it made Tom gasp, shutting his eyes tight.

You continued, spreading some spit and some of his pre-cum down the rest of his cock, and started to move your grip around him up and down. His gasping and moans started to pour out as you continued to lick parts of his cock, pulling it closer to you so you could wrap your mouth around the head of his cock.

You licked around it slowly and made sure to flatten your tongue against it, making Tom curse out your name.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me cum already,” He whimpered out, pulling your head away from his dick. You hummed softly, gazing up at him as you licked around your lips, making sure you got all of his pre-cum in your mouth, tasting it.

“I miss your cum, baby. Is it okay if I suck you off?” Your question made him curse again, “Fuck…” He dragged the word out, eyes straining on you.

“Don’t you want me in you?” His question came out in pants, and you nodded before adding, “That can always be for the second round.”

His eyes bulged open at your words, “Oh darling, I didn’t know you were up for that today. If we do that, we’re going to be stuck in bed for a few more hours, is that okay?” You smiled at his words, excited for it as you missed doing this so much with him.

“Yes! I’m up for it, I want your cum everywhere.” You responded almost instantly and then you gasped at yourself for saying that, causing Tom and you to both laugh.

“Oh, I know you do. So, do you want me to come in your mouth first then? You miss my taste, love?” His voice came out as a murmur and you nodded to him, wanting to continue. He let go of your head, letting you get back to what you were doing.

While you put him back into your mouth, he groaned loudly, “I didn’t know this classified as love making, but it’s great.” You hummed against his dick, making his twitch and gasp again.

You pressed your tongue onto him as you slowly started to go up and down on his dick with your mouth, taking as much as you could of him into your mouth, letting him into your throat. You held back your gagging as much as possible, and grasped a hand around the rest of him that you weren’t able to take in your mouth.

Your other hand went down to his balls, cupping one of them gently and rubbing your fingers around it, then doing it to the other. Tom was a groaning mess, hips almost hitting up into your mouth each time you went down on him, as if to push more of himself into your mouth.

“Oh fuck, fuck me, you’re so good at this.” He cried out, hands grasping into your hair. He kept hitting his head back against the headboard of the bed, as more and more pleasure came to him.

You pulled away and started focusing on the head of his cock again, pressing your tongue down on it, licking and licking over again, making Tom moan.

You pressed a kiss against his cock, licking all the way down and up again around his cock. You put your hand around his cock again, squeezing gently, making sure you didn’t hurt him. Your hand was all wet from your spit and his pre-cum and you slowly dragged your hand up to the head of his cock before you wrapped your lips around him again slowly going down at the same time as your hand.

“Baby, oh fuck, I’m gonna’ come right now, oh fuck,” He panted out, pushing your head down so you could swallow all of his cock.

You almost gagged, and your eyes started to tear up, but you kept it back as you felt his cum start going down your throat. You continued to swallow and swallow over again, making sure you got all of it as he continued to spurt into your mouth.

You pulled back just a little bit so you could taste him better, since he was only hitting the back of your throat. Finally, you captured some of the taste and moaned loudly against his cock as he continued to come more and more, and he shivered at the feeling, almost collapsing against the pillows behind him.

“Oh, fuck me, your mouth is amazing.” He cried out, and finally his cum started to slow and come to a stop. You kept him in your mouth until you felt as though all the cum came out of him.

You slowly removed him from your mouth, making sure to be careful around his sensitive cock now. You gulped down the rest of the cum in your mouth before you spoke up.

“Tom, that was so good,” You paused, gazing down at his cock. “Fuck, that tasted great. I missed that.” You continued as Tom was slowly recovering from his orgasm.

“You really make me the luckiest man alive.” He whispered, pulling you up to his face so he could kiss you. He didn’t care that he could taste his cum on your lips, and he didn’t care when he opened his mouth to bring your tongue next to his, feeling some left over cum in your mouth.

He actually loved it.

You moaned into the kiss, making Tom melt even more. You pulled away once you needed to breathe, “Tom, when exactly are you going to be able to go again? I want to taste you more…Maybe we should actually get you a bottle of Viagra.” His eyes widened at your words, surprised you wanted to do that again!

And Viagra? No, he was too young to use that. He would be ready soon enough.

“Shut up, I do not need Viagra.” He laughed quietly, shaking his head at you.

“Mm, you sure, old man? I thought you’d be ready by now?” Your response made him laugh even louder, and he even coughed from laughing.

“What? Oh fuck, I am not a superhero with super stamina, no matter how much I try. It takes time, I’ll be ready to go again in 10 minutes.” He laughed, being reminded of all the Spiderman and even Uncharted memes he’s seen on Twitter.

You rolled your eyes, “Ugh, so long… I’m going to go get us some cups of water.” He stopped you as fast as he could, laughing as he dragged you back into the bed.

“No, you don’t. Do you think I just turn off when my dick is soft?” He asked, watching as you furrowed your eyebrows and glanced to the side, as if you were confused about it.

When you didn’t answer him within a few seconds, he gasped at you, “Did you really think that? I can still do so much, during these 10 minutes.”

You shook your head at him, “Uh, like what? In the past, you usually just played with my tits or kissed me until you were ready again.”

Tom blushed, “Yeah, I do that… And I can do more.”

You gazed at him with narrowed eyes, “Yeah, sure you can.” It took him a moment to realize that he still hasn’t made you cum at least once already and he was surprised. Usually, he was the one that took action first, making sure you came a few times before you two did something together or you sucked him off and then had sex.

“I’m serious. I’m good at this.” He defended himself, pulling you closer again to kiss you. You kissed him back with a smile, not believing him but you were okay with it. You still enjoyed being around him like this.

With him continuing to say he was so good at doing something during a 10-minute time period you finally pulled back from the kiss and challenged him. “Fine, I’ll admit you’re good if you can make me cum in less than 10 minutes. If you can’t, no harm is done. I’ll still love you.” You spoke up.

Tom accepted the challenge instantly, “I can do that, easily. Actually, pretty sure I can make you cum at least two times in that time period.”

He has to be joking, you thought. There was no way that he could do that… right? You thought back to all the times he’s given you orgasms and sure there was quite a lot, but you don’t remember coming twice in ten minutes.

Well, at the same time, you never really timed it either, so you weren’t quite 100% that Tom couldn’t do it.

“Let’s see it happen, old man.” You replied, and he smirked, something you missed seeing for those few weeks.

He was honestly having one of the best days of his life right here, that’s what he believed. Finally getting to see you again, fuck, he swore he didn’t want to go a day without you in it again. He didn’t realize how much you made him feel human and normal, and happy, and when you weren’t near him for so long, it all went away. He was glad to be back here, between your legs.

The challenge was going to be easy for him. He knew exactly what and how to give you orgasms. He grinned at the sight of your wet pussy. Oh, he missed this so much.

“Hmm, I see you missed me too, huh?” He spoke as he finally lowered his head down to your pussy. So pretty, he thought. He trailed two fingers around you, enjoying your deep intake of air. You have become so sensitive without him here for the last few weeks.

He stroked a finger up and down very lightly, barely touching your pussy, as he glanced up at you to see how you were doing. You were already trembling, and you were glaring at him.

“Tom, stop fucking teasing me.” You bit out, continuing, “If you continue, I doubt I’ll cum in less than 10 minutes…” You trailed off, raising an eyebrow at him.

He scoffed at you, “Sure thing.” And just like that he dug in. His tongue lapped up and down your pussy, dragging it so slowly up to your clit. He pressed his tongue down onto your clit with more pressure than he was doing earlier, making you gasp loudly.

“You taste so good,” He moaned into you, sticking a finger into you, starting to pump into you slowly. He couldn’t help himself as he continued to lap his tongue around your pussy, and he paused again around your clit, this time pressing his lips around your clit and sucking it up into his mouth harshly.

You cried out, it was almost painful to feel, but it was still a good type of pain. “Fuck!” You yelled, grabbing onto the back of Tom’s head and pushing him further on your pussy, grinding your hips up into his face.

He was mumbling random sweet nothings into you, now pushing a second finger into you and going faster, letting go of his aggression on your clit. He pressed a kiss on it, then started to lick again, up onto the hood of your clit.

“Tom! Tom, fuck! Shit!” You were trying your best not to squeeze your legs around his head. You were whimpering, moaning loudly and you couldn’t stop this orgasm from rolling out of you. You couldn’t even warn him ahead of time because of how intense it was, making your head hit against the pillow hard.

You were coming onto his face, hard, it made him groan into you, licking it all up, making sure he got everything on his tongue. He loved your taste, it was incredible. He missed it so much, he wanted to savor it.

Three fingers in you now, pumping in and out quickly. His fingers were curled up, pressing up against the spot, causing you to scream again.

You weren’t ready, it was too much. You didn’t masturbate at all during these last few weeks, this was so much, too much of it. You were shaking hard, still grinding up against his face and he didn’t stop though, loving your reactions.

“Such a good girl, keep going, baby.” He pulled away just to tell you that, and you were hesitant, feeling like it would be too much now. You voiced it to Tom, who quickly responded.

“Mm, but then I’d lose that challenge. Told you I can make you cum twice, didn’t I? I know you can, you still got at least another three rounds in you.” He grinned, watching you mutter some curses under your breath.

He went back down on you, enjoying how soaking wet you were.

“Asshole…” You breathed out, eyes clenching closed for a few moments as Tom licked in circles around your clit. You knew for a fact at this point that he would certainly get another orgasm out of you, and that was irritating but you loved it.

You missed him a lot, and you could tell he really did miss you too.

“Tom! Fuck…” It happened so fast, you didn’t get to say anything else as you felt it rush out of you. Tom grinned smugly, continuing to finger fuck you again.

“I told you so!” He practically sang it, laughing as you rolled your eyes at him.

“Mm, yeah whatever.” You mumbled at him, and he continued to smile, breathing in deeply as he pulled away from in between your legs.

You two laid in silence for a few moments, as you two stared at each other in thought. You barely have seen him look so happy and relaxed, you were a bit surprised, but you felt even more happy from it. You wondered momentarily if things were going to continue being this good, or if you two were going to have problems again. It would suck, but you were still a bit hopeful that if you two were going to argue again, you could talk it out. That would have to work, or else maybe you two weren’t right for each other.

You pushed the thought out of your mind as Tom softly placed a hand on your cheek, rubbing his thumb gently on your face.

“I missed you a lot. More than I could handle.”

“I missed you too, Tom.” You responded, then a random thought of your coworker made your lips quirk up, causing Tom to furrow his eyebrows at you.

“What is it?” He asked, grinning softly at you as you laughed and shook your head.

“Uh, it’s just my coworker, Christine, I just remembered what she said earlier.” You paused, laughing a little again as Tom’s eyes widened.

“Oh fuck, please don’t tell me Evan told her about me and then she said something to you.” He pleaded but then you squeezed your eyes shut, giggling even more as he groaned at you.

“No….” He dragged out, rolling to face up to the ceiling, instead of staying on his side. He put his hands over his head, groaning again, “Fuck no.” It just made you laugh more at him.

“It wasn’t that bad.” You tried to say, but a chuckle came out, making Tom shake his head. “I’m pretty sure she was over exaggerating – like when she said you went to their place and got drunk and started crying in the bathroom.” You explained, eyes glancing at Tom as he gulped.

“No, she wasn’t over exaggerating. I cried in their bathroom.” He answered, dragging his hands off his face now.

“What, why?” You burst out laughing again, not believing him. How drunk did he get? Or maybe they watched a sad movie, but still it was so unexpected to hear that was true.

“I uh, saw a picture of you and Christine pinned on their fridge. And then I went into the bathroom to calm down and they use the same soap we use for our hand soap.” He replied, and then quickly added, “I was drunk, and I was talking about how much I missed you earlier in the evening so it was surprising and made me sad again.”

You stopped your laughing slowly, watching as he sighed out in embarrassment. “Aww, baby. I didn’t realize you would be that upset.” You said, frowning a bit.

He glanced at you in shock, “Of course I really was sad. I felt like everything I did was wrong, and I thought I really messed up the future with us.  I couldn’t cope at all and every time I saw a reminder of you, I felt horrible.”

You were stunned in silence. He continued, “I talked to your friends a lot. I’m not sure if they told you that…but after I met up with them that first time, I kept talking to them, asking if I should reach out to you or not. They said not to, it would be better to wait for you to feel better. I really wanted to apologize earlier. I still should’ve waited longer, I know that. But that picture that I sent – fuck, I thought you’d get your friends to kill me or something, I wanted to delete it.”

“And imagining my life without you? No, not a fun thing. Every time I fell asleep, I’d have dreams of you and each time I woke up, I felt horrible knowing you weren’t really next to me. The time I spent away from you was kind of a wake-up call, telling me it’s time to be mature and stop fucking around with my friends so much, and – uh, well a few other things.” He finished up.

“Tom…” You trailed off, “I’m surprised. I didn’t know it affected you so much. If I did, I would have reached out to you. But yeah, I’m glad that you had the wake-up call about us and everything.”

“Right, yeah. Even though I had that wake-up call, I knew I couldn’t just reach out to you because I thought it would make you upset. I didn’t want to make you sad again, and I was staying with some friends during that time. We drank a lot too, I’m not going to hide that from you, but I’m done with drinking for a long time for now. After what happened… yeah, not planning on drinking.” Tom chuckled at the end.

You raised your eyebrows, “You mean you’re going to quit drinking? That’s a big deal. You guys drink almost every night.” You were talking about him and his friends hanging out together.

“If that’s what it takes to be mature and be the man I should be, then yeah.” He confirmed it.

“Woah, so no more icky beer breath?” You joked, hoping to lighten up the mood slightly.

Tom laughed, “It wasn’t that bad!” You shook your head at him, giggling a bit as he turned to face you again.

“And also, my friends wouldn’t kill you or anything, by the way.” You added, finding his seriousness about your friends being ruthless with him funny. You didn’t think they’d hurt him or anything, but the thought of your friends play-threatening him and him taking it seriously, made you laugh.

“Baby, no, they absolutely would. Especially Maria.” Tom huffed out, shaking his head at the thought of Maria. He looked like he was scared.

“Shut up, Maria is a sweetheart! She wouldn’t even hurt a fly.” You defended her, laughing at his accusations. She was one of your closest friends. She’s supported you through so many things, and you have for her as well. But you’ve never heard of anyone saying she’d kill someone, that was a bit funny.

“Are we talking about the same Maria?” He looked so intense, you laughed more.

He was smiling when you slowly stopped laughing, and you were confused, “Hm, what?” You asked, wondering what he was smiling so brightly at you.

“I just love you.” He whispered, causing you to feel a rush of heat to your cheeks.

“I love you too, baby.” You mumbled back as he scooted closer to you, meeting your lips in a kiss.

He groaned when you pulled away too soon, “Do you want to continue where we left off?” His question made you squeak out a laugh.

“I would definitely like to continue where we left off.” You shot back, and he giggled slightly, rolling so he was on top of you.

There was something so special about looking at him from this angle. You couldn’t exactly place it on your tongue, but this was one of those sights that you’d always remember, no matter what. The love and desire in his eyes and that smile on his lips was incredible.

“I love you.” You whispered again just as he placed his lips on yours, then you felt his smile widen, and you knew he loved you just as much.

You could say it over and over again, and you’d know he would reciprocate.

He kissed his way down to your chest, making you moan quietly as he focused on one of your nipples. He licked and bit randomly, chuckling when he heard you groan or shudder at the feeling. His hands wouldn’t leave your body, gripping hard as he made you feel even better.

“Fuck, you feel ready for me.” He groaned, slipping a finger up into your pussy. You shifted your hips, trying to get more of his finger.

“I want you, Tom.” You moaned, eyes gazing down at him. He gulped at the sight, whispering something against your skin before he pulled away. He took his finger away, and then placed it in his mouth, savoring the flavor of you as he twirled his finger around in his mouth.

“Just fuck me already.” You practically begged him, watching as he shifted his position.

“Okay baby,” He paused, shaking his head, “Next time, you better say please.”

You almost rolled your eyes at him but stopped as he slowly started to enter your pussy. He grunted out a curse, head rolling back before he dove deeper, sliding his cock more into you.

You didn’t care about the slight pain, knowing it would be covered with pleasure soon. Tom fully pushed his way in and then stopped, gazing down at you. “Feeling alright?” His question was met with a nod.

“Yes, come on, Tom!” You pushed your hips up, making him squeeze his eyes close.

“Fuck, okay. You can get away with not having manners right now.” Tom grounded out, hips slapping against yours as he started to fuck you.

It was a slow and steady pace at first, and each time he was fully inside of you, he gazed down at where you two were connected, as if he was trying to take a picture.

“And when we’re done with making love – as you call it, then I’m going to fuck you.” He continued his thought, grinning when you voiced out a small, “Huh?”

Then he started going at it, fucking finally.

His hold on you tightened as he started to go in and out at a faster pace, slamming deep inside of you. You felt so sensitive from the past few minutes, you already knew you were going to come again, and fast at that. You couldn’t believe it, and looking at Tom’s face, you were sure he was about to come too.

You gasped as he moved his hips at a different angle, hitting you inside at a faster pace. He groaned as you clenched around him and leaned down and kissed your lips. You smiled into the kiss, finding it sweet but then he slipped his tongue out, leading into an open kiss.

You pushed your hips up to meet him as he pushed into you, causing him to moan into the kiss.

“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come soon. Are you close?” He mumbled into your ear. You nodded a yes to him, grinning at the fucked out look on his face. His dick hit you even deeper when he shifted again, and you gasped as it hit your g-spot.

“Right there,” you panted loudly, “Hit – there, oh fuck, Tom, right there, please.” You begged, eyes watering as your orgasm was just about to happen.

“Good girl, keep going, I’m going to come now. Come with me.” Tom leaned down and kissed you, a small moan tumbling out of him when he finally burst, coming into you deeply. It continued to push out into your pussy, and you whimpered loudly when you felt yourself let go.

He stilled inside of you, dropping down on top of your body, with a huff of air. “Fuck that was amazing.” He mumbled to you, kissing the side of your face which made you smile.

“Yeah, it was, babe.” You responded, smiling even more when you realized he was still inside of you. It looked like he knew what you were thinking about, and he smirked, putting a hand on the side of your face softly and leaned down to kiss your lips again.

“Do you wanna go again?”

The question made you wheeze out a laugh, but you quickly kissed him again, more passionately to give him an answer.

“I’d love to, but maybe after we get some food.” You said, reluctantly pulling away. Tom pouted softly but he nodded and then rolled off of you. Then he sent you a cheeky glance and said, “Be right back.”

You watched as he ran out of the bedroom, fully naked and then you heard him open the front door of the house. You gasped to yourself, laughing and wondering what the hell he was doing. After another few moments, you heard the door shut, and then he ran back into the room with a bright red face and a bag.

“I forgot I was naked.” He admitted, brushing a hand through his hair before he laughed to himself and then held up the bag.

“Got you that pasta from our favorite restaurant. And garlic bread and a slice of cake. I ordered it a while ago, when we were taking a water break, it’s just been sitting out there for a while but it’s still warm.” He continued, and you sat up in surprise and then stared at him in shock.

“No way.” You grounded out, eyes widened at the bag of delicious food. “Really?” You asked excitedly, and then you laughed happily as Tom nodded to you.

“Just wanna say that your mom was the one that told me to order it. She’s awesome.” He brought up as you two started to eat on the bed.

“My mom’s the best.” You choked out a laugh, shaking your head.

The two of you continued to eat, giggling over stupid stuff on the bed. It took a while to finish the food but once you did, Tom picked up the trash and threw it away. Then he attacked you with tickles on the bed, which led to a lot more hours of fun.

-

You felt so sore when you woke up, it actually hurt to move your legs. After spending the entire day in bed with him, you sure were tired still. He laid across from you with a little sleepy grin on his face, head laying flat on the pillow and his legs were wrapped around yours.

You curled your hands away from him carefully, since you had them wrapped up in his hair. You must’ve accidentally tugged some hair since he groaned slightly and moved his position.

You chuckled at the expression on his face, causing him to fully wake up. “Huh?” He groaned out slowly.

You didn’t say anything back, you just smiled, watching as he blinked up at you a few times and then comprehended where he was. Then he instantly smiled brightly, eyes crinkling together too.

“You’re cute.” You whispered, not wanting to break the morning moment. He rolled his eyes at you playfully.

“I think you mean I’m handsome.” He chuckled tiredly. You raised an eyebrow at his words, making him shake his head at you and chuckle more.

“You hungry for some breakfast?” You asked, feeling a rumble in your stomach. Tom instantly shot up, nodding like he was starving.

“Yeah, I mean – I would totally make a comment about wanting to have you for breakfast, but I’m hungry and down to do that after?” He phrased it all out as a question, making you laugh hard.

“I would be down to do that after breakfast too.” You laughed again, rolling out of bed, away from the warmth. You almost shivered but then you slipped on some socks and dragged a blanket out of bed, with Tom giggling about how cute you looked.

You found your phone outside the room, almost grimacing when you saw all the missed calls and texts and then you saw the time. Your eyes bulged out, gasping as you realized it was 3PM, definitely not the time for breakfast.

“Tom! Shit, it’s way past breakfast and lunch.” You called out, laughing at yourself as you pulled up all your messages. You pressed on the messages from your mom first, reading through them with a grin. She sent a picture with your dad at the park, and she said they were feeling like going on a date, and that she’d call you later tonight to plan to see you tomorrow.

You sent her a quick response and laughed when you looked at the messages from your dad. He sent a ton of pictures, one specifically made you laugh harder. It was a picture of a Viagra commercial, and he sent, “Let me know if Tom needs to see a doctor for this, I have a few doctor friends.”

You showed the text to Tom, who blushed deeply and shook his head.

“I can’t believe we spoke about that. I don’t need Viagra, I think I proved that to you earlier.” He spoke up, raising his eyebrows at you, then winked.

“You certainly did.” You chuckled, then sent a message to your dad, replying that you would speak to him and your mom later in the day.

“So, in the mood for lunch? Or uh, very early dinner?” Tom asked, gazing at the clock on the wall as you two walked into the kitchen.

“Mm, well I’m hungry for anything really. Oh wait, Maria just texted me.” You responded, then clicked onto the text from her. It was in the group chat, which was spammed with so many messages.

All of them were asking about you and if you and Tom had finally made up. You smiled, typing a small explanation about your day yesterday and then pressed send. The moment it sent through, your phone started ringing and Tom laughed, glancing at who was calling.

“Sophia is also a bit scary, she said she’d beat me up.” He said just as you answered and put it on speaker. She overhead it and responded quickly, “Damn right I will if you hurt our girl.”

You laughed at the two of them, “Come on guys, it’s all cool now. We spoke and things are good.” You watched as Tom went to go look in the fridge and then he turned around to face you and winked again, whispering, “Really good.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully as Sophia spoke up, “Alright, good, cause we’re going out. We wanna hang out with you two together finally. There’s happy hour all day at the hotel right now, it’s really pretty out here.” The hotel all your friends were staying at was about a twenty-minute drive, and you glanced over to Tom, silently questioning if he’d like to go.

You were planning on hanging out with them today for sure too. You wanted to make sure to see them as much as you could before they left. You didn’t get to see them that often.

“Oh really? Is there good food?” You asked her, feeling giddy when Tom smiled over at you and nodded.

“Yes, oh fuck, the nachos are to die for.” She groaned into the phone, making you chuckle.

“There’s guacamole, right?” You asked, hoping for it. That’s the good shit right there – guac and chips. Thankfully, Sophia responded with a loud, “Yes!” Then you heard a few of your other friends over the phone, chatting about what they were going to wear.

You chuckled and responded, “Okay, we can come by. We’ll get ready and hop in the car.” Tom grabbed two cookies from the fridge before he walked over to you, wrapping an arm around you as Sophie responded and said goodbye.

You ate one of the cookies, watching as Tom ate his, smiling at the crumb on the corner of his lip. You got up on your tiptoes and licked it off of his lip, giggling when he gasped and squeezed you into a hug.

“We need to shower before we go.” He whispered down to you, gazing pointedly down to the both of you. You two were covered in old sweat and spit and you could feel some sticky parts on your body.

You nodded and guided him towards the bathroom as he kissed little pecks on the top of your head. You started the shower, grinning at Tom as he took the blanket off of you. And then you took off your socks and checked the water temperature, making sure it was at a good heat.

As you were getting it ready and getting into the shower, Tom started to speak up, “Should I ask my friends to go to the hotel and we can all meet together? Have our friends hang out?” You blinked in surprise, but the idea excited you. You wanted to know what it would be like to have all of them hang out together, so you nodded a yes to him.

“Yeah! I think that would be good, see what it’s like.” You responded and Tom walked over after sending a message to his friends, getting into the shower with you, then kissed your lips softly.

“You’re so sweet.” He mumbled against your lips, and you pulled him back in before he went away. You kissed him again, not feeling like it was enough. Even though you two spent all day together in bed yesterday, you still felt like you missed out on so much affection and touch from him during the time you spent apart.

He groaned into the kiss, pushing his body against yours under the hot water rushing down onto the two of you. It felt so good, so perfect to be like this again. You could feel how he breathed in deeply, and how he shivered against you and how he reacted to everything you did.

You opened your mouth to continue kissing him, licking his bottom lip before slipping a hand up into his hair to give it a quick tug. He moaned softly into the kiss, “Baby…”, and you smirked, pulling away from him just enough to give him some room to talk.

“We’re going to be late if we continue.” He warned you and you barely shrugged, not caring as much since you wanted to be with him. Instead of verbally responding, you pushed your breasts up to press against his chest, pushing them so they would softly push up into his vision.

He gazed down to them with a sigh, “Okay, fuck being on time, I missed your tits.” He bent down and kissed each of them softly. “Missed them so much.” He mumbled against the skin of one of them, causing you to shiver.

You were always pretty sensitive there, and he knew it. “Yeah, they missed you too.” You huffed out a laugh, before gaping at how he immediately tugged one of your nipples into his mouth, biting down hard.

“Fuck Tom! That’s – shit, ow, wait,” You panted out as he started to suck on it, then licked around the area, flicking his tongue at the stiff nipple. His hand grasped the other, massaging it and circling his thumb around your nipple before pinching it tightly.

“So pretty,” He whispered, taking it out of his mouth, licking a long stripe on your breast, then taking the nipple he was pinching into his mouth, instantly smoothing soft licks over it to calm it down.

You panted hard, feeling it was a bit unfair, so your hand crept down to his growing hard on, flicking a finger up and down it, teasing him.

“Don’t do that, love, you know what happens if you do.” He warned you, pulling away reluctantly from your nipple. You rolled your eyes at him, “Hm, really? I don’t think I know what happens.”

He chuckled at your behavior, tugging your hand away from him and his other hand grasped around your throat, just laying there without squeezing you. Your eyes widened at him, surprised at the turn of events.

“I remember you liked this. Don’t think I’d forget about that.” He spoke up, raising an eyebrow at you.

You felt heat rise up in your cheeks, “Yeah, I actually did think you’d forget about it, it’s not something we usually do.” He grinned at you, and you completely forgot what you were doing just a few moments ago.

“Would you like to do it more often? I’m definitely open to this, I like seeing that look in your eyes.” He asked, giving an experimental squeeze. Your mouth dropped open, your arousal doubling at the feeling, and he did it again.

“Oh, fuck.” You whimpered as he squeezed harder, tugging your head up to his. He dragged you into a passionate kiss and pushed you up against the wall, supporting your weight as you wrapped your legs around him at the waist.

You automatically rocked your hips to his, grinding against him during the kiss, and he panted hotly against you, squeezing your throat again.

The water wasn’t spraying down on you directly anymore, since you were back against the wall, but it was hitting Tom completely. The water slipped down between you two, making it feel even better, you shivered at the temperature difference.

His other hand had pushed between you two, pinching again at your nipple and causing you to squirm up into him even more. He chuckled into the kiss at your reaction, doing it even more. He pulled away from your nipple when you cried out his name, “Tom, please!”

His hand went underneath you, pressing up against your ass to support your weight as he pulled you off the wall and pulled you back into the water.

You two were fully soaked now, and he hesitantly pulled away from the kiss, wanting to put some shampoo in your hair.

After all, you two had to get clean, right?

Thankfully, the shampoo was on a shelf built into the shower, and he grabbed it with ease, and you helped him open it.

“Should I get down?” You asked, wondering if he was having trouble, and he shook his head.

“No, I’m going to fuck you while washing your hair.” He replied, nonchalantly.

“Oh!” You gulped, causing him to laugh slightly. “As long as you’re okay with that, of course.” He added, making sure that you felt okay, and you instantly nodded.

“Yes please, I am definitely cool with that.” Your voice cracked a little and he smiled at you, turning to rub the shampoo into your hair. He pushed you back up against the wall as he scrubbed it in, while he started to adjust how he was standing.

“Ready?” He asked gently and you replied with a sweet kiss. He pushed into your pussy after a moment and slowly sunk in, moaning loudly into the kiss.

“Fuck…” He let out, pulling away from your lips as you breathed in deeply, adjusting to the size of him. You could feel every part of it, and then he pulled back out slowly, rubbing the shampoo in your hair. It felt incredible, but you were still so sore from yesterday.

He pumped in and out of you as he scrubbed and massaged the shampoo into your scalp and hair. The two of you breathed heavily, as you stared up at him. It felt so intimate, and you missed him so much, glad that you were in his presence now.

You clenched your pussy around him, pleased to hear his little groan. “Mm, okay, time to rinse it out.” He mumbled, pulling you closer to him with your legs still wrapped around his torso. The water poured down onto your head, and Tom blocked the water from hitting your eyes with his hand. He smoothed the shampoo suds out of your hair, and you smiled up at him, grateful.

When it all rinsed out, he put some conditioner in your hair. He stopped pumping in and out, instead he chose to just keep inside of you. You shivered and tried to move, feeling a bit of an uncomfortable heat.

“You feel, okay?” He asked you nonchalantly. You almost rolled your eyes at him but answered, “Kinda want you to move… like fuck me.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “Oh, yeah? Mm, not happening until your hair’s clean.” You sputtered out a few curse words, shaking your head.

“But Tom!” You protested, and he shrugged.

“What? You’re dirty and you need to clean up.” He replied, not moving his hips at all.

“But I want you to fuck me, I need you to.” You moaned, head rolling back. He shook his head, looking amused at your words.

“You need me? How bad?” He played along with you, and you bit your lip, feeling frustrated he was acting like a jerk (a hot jerk). You didn’t respond verbally at all, instead you gave him a stare that should have translated into everything you were currently internally shouting at him to fucking move it.

“Oh, that bad, huh?” He practically giggled at your stare, making you sputter out loud, “Huh!”

“You’re going to have to talk to me, I’m not a mind reader.” He let out as his eyes traced down to your breasts again, watching the water drip down them.

You lifted a brow at him, amused at what his mouth was saying and what his eyes were saying, “Apparently, I’m a mind reader because I know what that look means. Go on then, give them some kisses, maybe that’ll knock some sense into you and finally finish fucking me.” You chatted, a light smile danced on your lips.

He rolled his eyes at you, but you noticed his bright blush that appeared. “You’re talking too much for a girl who wants to be fucked.” He shot back, you grinned at the playful mood he was in.

“Yeah. So, what are you going to do about it?” You tilted your head at him, exposing more of your neck as the water seared down your skin, making its way down your chest, he gulped at the sight.

He finally moved his fucking hips, cock slipping deeper into your pussy and then back out at a fast pace. His head burrowed down into your neck, mouth biting down onto your skin, followed by a few rough kisses and licks that had you moaning.

He pulled away to stare at you while he fucked you. “You never know when to close your mouth. Good thing I can fuck you silent.” He sighed deeply. You gaped at him, a fluttering deep in your stomach.

You couldn’t help but clench around his dick, feeling each detail of his dick that you memorized earlier. You liked watching how it affected him, the little groan that came out made you bite back your smile. His hands moved, one going to your hips, griping on the side tightly.

His other hand moved to your neck, grasping it slightly like he did before.

He fucked you hard and fast against the shower wall, chocking you whenever you clenched around his dick or tried to tease him. You reached your peak quickly, head pushing into his tight grasp as you tried to warn him, but he only leaned down and kissed you, “Go on, come for me.” He spoke into your ear, and you gasped, lifting your hips to meet his as you finally came, falling deep into your orgasm.

He came after you did, slowing his pace as his cum started to drip down and leak out of your pussy. He pulled out with a sigh, and kissed you again, then scooped up the cum that was smeared on your inner thighs and pressed his fingers into your mouth.

“Good girl, now let’s finish cleaning up.”

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You two left about forty minutes later, after getting out of the shower and getting dressed. Tom was wearing one of the shirts you got him for a previous birthday of his, and he unbuttoned the first three buttons to show all the hickeys you left on him. You wore something that covered up a bit more, not wanting to have his love all on display. You were sure you had bruises forming around your neck too.

“Woah, finally you guys made it!” One of your friends cheered, bringing everyone’s attention to the two of you. You guys walked towards them, after you went into the hotel lobby.

“Aw, there’s the happy couple. Tom, I need to speak with you privately for a moment.” Another one of your friends said, looking serious. Tom gulped but nodded and agreed to talk to her privately. It was Ana, one of your closest friends. She was one of the funniest friends you had.

“If you hurt my friend again, I’m going to make you wish you were never born. Your friends will despise you and your family will disown you once I’m done with you. You’re going to regret living, when I finally decide to leave you alone.” Ana sneered at him once they made sure they were in private. Tom’s eyes widened.

“Oh! Fuck, okay, got it.” He stumbled out, waving his hands in front of him in a rush.

He didn’t realize it was practically your whole friend group that would say and do that stuff to him, but at the same time he felt a bit proud and happy for you. You had a great relationship with your friends and your family, it was something he thought was amazing.

“They got the nachos! Yes, let’s eat some, I’m starving.” You called out, bringing Tom’s attention back to you. He excused himself from Ana, and then strolled back to you with a soft smile.

“I got you extra guacamole, sweetie. Love you.” Ana spoke up, specifically to you. She glanced over at Tom and gave him a mean glare, but somehow hid it from you when you replied to her.

“Aw I love you guys – oh wait, where are your friends?” You said, grinning widely at her and then gazed at Tom, tilting your head in his direction.

“They’re on their way, I texted them when we got out of the car. I think they’ll be here in about five minutes.” He replied, nodding to you.

One of the waiters brought out another plate of nachos, making everyone cheer. One of your friends ordered you a drink, and Tom ordered a round for everyone as well. He didn’t get anything to drink though because he still felt like he had enough to drink from that other night for Harrison’s party.

“Thank you so much, oh these are so yummy.” You groaned, serving yourself a plate of nachos. You dipped one of the chips into the guacamole, and ate it with another moan, watching Tom send you a look.

“What?” You asked, a chuckle falling out of your mouth as you chewed the food. He sighed out and shook his head, causing you to chuckle a bit more.

“You’re giving me a hard time, babe.” He said it quietly, making sure no one else but you could hear him, and you smiled at him.

“No pun intended, huh?” You replied, then laughed as you fed him a chip. He ate it with a playful grumpy look. You moaned again, much louder and in his face, then rolled your eyes at him when he choked on his chip.

When his friends showed up, you and Tom introduced them each to your friends. Harrison and his fiancée had come together, who would be wed soon. You were happy to catch up with her while Harrison stood back with Tom.

Tom bit back a sigh as he noticed the look on Harrison’s face. “What is it now?” He spoke up, wondering what it was that Harrison wanted to talk to him about.

“You and Y/n.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Tom. After a moment of silence, he continued. “I can tell what you’re going to do. But when, is the question.”

Tom went into panic mode, “Shh! Don’t say anything. Yes, I plan on asking her the question soon, but I don’t want anyone to hear about it right now. Besides, she kinda knows I’m going to pop the question soon.”

“Aw, that’s great! We’re both going to be married soon to sweet girls. We can even plan a pregnancy together, like those friend groups on TikTok.” Harrison chuckled, to which Tom shook his head. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing from his friend right now, but he laughed anyway.

“Are you drunk?” Tom asked, already knowing the answer. Harrison nodded a yes, then snorted, “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, pretty obvious.” He replied.

“It’s good you two made up. I honestly thought you two would be married before us,” He paused and glanced over to his fiancée and you. “Since you two had moved in together early on and have great chemistry.”

“…And that one night you told me that you were going to marry her, before you asked her to move in with you.” He brought up, and Tom hit a hand to his head.

“Please, do not bring that up to her, she will tease me forever about that.” He chuckled, “I was drunk but yeah, it was since that moment I knew that we’d be together for a long time and hopefully for the rest of our lives.” He felt a smile form onto his face, feeling that sense of happiness and love again.

“What are you two talking about over here?” One of your friends had come up to the two and dragged you by the hand to join the conversation.

At the same time, Harrison and Tom looked at each other and blurted out different things. “Football.” “Music.”

You and your friend, Alexia, laughed hard at the two, “Okay, yeah, sure. I’ll let you get away with that.” You giggled, shaking your head at the scene.

“Thank goodness, I didn’t want to explain how romantic and gushy Tom can be.” Harrison blew out a sigh dramatically and then his eyes widened, “Oh whoops. My bad.” He chuckled, and you smiled at them.

“I already know how gushy my baby can be, huh?” You teased Tom, sliding up to him and you wrapped an arm around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

He rolled his eyes at you and blushed, “You’re lucky I love you so much.”

“I love you too, honey.” You leaned up and kissed his cheek softly. Your friends and his friends both cheered along at the two of you together. Tom’s blush reddened even more, and you pulled away with a delighted smile on your face.

“I’m happy we’re all here together.” You spoke up to him after a few moments to yourself. Tom gazed back at you with love in his eyes, and he agreed.

“Me too, I’m glad they all get along too, it’s like a big happy family in a weird way.” He chuckled, getting distracted by one of his friends, Tuwaine, who was having a hard time with the spicy hot sauce on the side with the nachos.

One of your friends, Maria, had walked up to him at that point and slapped his back, thinking he was choking, and then gave him some water.

You and Tom laughed together more, happier in the moment of things compared to how the last few weeks have been. He felt like crying out of happiness, something he hadn’t done in a while. He brushed his hand up against your back and squeezed you to his body, leaning down to your ear, “Thank you, you make me so happy. I love you more than words can describe.”

“You make me feel the same way, Tom. I’m lucky to have you back here now.” You grasped his hand and held onto it tightly for the rest of the day, chatting away with all of yours and his friends together.

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Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: Blurb/headcannon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!

Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.

Proposal

“I still can’t believe it. It is just so beautiful” y/n mumbled, clinging to Harrison’s arm as she stared up at the metal structure before them.

Harrison smiled down at her, pressing his lips to the top of her head as he hummed in agreement.

They’d been here before.

Harrison had taken her here to confess his feelings to her years ago, wanting to do it somewhere special as it was a big thing to change their closeknit friendship into something more.

They’d been here between then and now as well.

Harrison often had photo shoots and fashion shows he was cast to walk in that took place in the city.

So, he often invited her to go with him and they’d make a trip out of it.

They both loved the whole town.

But, the Eiffel Tower, in particular, held more sentimental value to them because of it was directly in front of it that they’d changed their relationship.

Hence why he started their trip here tonight.

Each time they came to Paris they’d see the tower; of course.

But, they didn’t usually start it that way given the crowds and other things they’d have planned to do when in the city.

Yet, they’d only checked in to their hotel before heading here tonight.

Y/n lifted her head off of his shoulder to look up at him, smiling widely, “I love this place”.

Haz smiled and laughed, one hand around her waist to keep her close.

He lifted his other hand to tuck a few whisps of hair behind her ear, gazing into her eyes lovingly.

She bit her lip before leaning up to kiss him.

Harrison hummed as they parted, cupping her face with his hand.

“But I love you more” she whispered, looking up at him with a shy smile.

Haz blushed and grinned widely, “I love you so much y/n/n”.

She nodded, “I know!”

Haz laughed as she stepped back and spun around.

He silently took his phone out to take a few pictures and a short video of her little happy dance.

“I’m in my favorite city, with my favorite person, at my favorite spot” she cheered flaring one arm up and into the air next to her as she finished her spinning/dance.

She pursed her lips and lifted an eyebrow at him as she stopped and saw he’d recorded her actions.

But as he simply smiled and slid his phone back into his pocket, she brushed it off with a smile.

“It’s your favorite place in the city, still?” He asked, holding onto her hand upon reaching where she was standing.

She hummed and nodded definitively.

“Why is that, love?” He asked softly as he walked with her, guiding them to where he wanted her.

“Because of you” she giggled, smiling up at him, “this is where you admitted to me how you felt, ya know?”

He blushed and nodded, “that was here, huh?”.

She nodded and looked around before pointing a few feet from her after getting her bearings, “we were right there”.

Harrison chuckled tenderly, “where?”

She huffed and dropped his hand before practically skipping to the spot she was pointing at.

Haz smirked to himself at how she made it even easier for him to set it up and knowing she would pick up on the sentiment behind the precise spot for what he was about to do.

As she hopped onto the spot she was trying to reach, she looked up at the tower, “right here”.

Haz stayed silent as she spun around to face him, watching as her eyes widened upon seeing him kneeling one knee a few feet from her.

“A-are you..-“ she gasped, hand flying up to her mouth in shock.

He smiled delicately at her, hoping to calm her mind some before he began.

“Y/n y/m/n y/l/n,” he started, his voice tender and loving, “I’ve loved you from the moment you came into my life”.

She moved her hand upwards slightly to rub the tears from her eyes.

“First as my best friend and confidant, then as my crush, then my girlfriend, and now I’m hoping as my fiancé and soon wife” he declared, blinking through his watery eyes.

“I want to spend my life with you, if you’ll let me. I promise to you to always communicate with you, keep you happy, support you in all your endeavors, and fight to be the husband you deserve. Will you give me the chance to do that?” He asked, his fingers slightly shaking but he held his wrist steady to make it less noticeable

“Y/n, will you marry me?” He finished, taking a deep breath of air as he waited for her answer.

She dropped her hand from her face and used it to tug his wrist upwards and towards her.

Harrison stood and neared her as requested.

Y/n smiled widely, stroking his face with her other hand, “oui. Yes, Haz, of course I’ll marry you”.

Harrison chuckled softly as he let out his held breath and pulled her in for a kiss.

“Wait, I learned this” he said pausing as he went to slide the ring on her finger.

“Learned what?” She giggled.

He smiled shyly, “veux… Veux-tu m'épouser?”

Y/n bit her lip, “that was really pretty Harrison, but I don’t know that much French”.

He chuckled and nodded, “I know, that’s why I decided against asking it that way”.

“Wait, you learned how to propose to me in French?” She asked mouth petting slightly

He nodded, fiddling with her fingers as they rest in his hand.

Yn smiled and shook her head, “je t'aime beaucoup Harrison”.

He smiled widely as he pulled her in for another kiss.

Reactions

His mother was so excited, having been the one he relied on for feedback on his proposal plan as his father wasn’t around to be able to.

His sister, Charlotte, had been asking him why he hadn’t proposed for months now; so, she was very excited when she learned of the engagement.

Tom was beyond happy as he was friends with both Yn and Harrison and supported them beyond words.

Y/N’s family was very supportive as well, having seen how well Haz treated her over the years.

Their friends were happy for the couple and excited to see what they’d plan for the wedding as they knew it’d be elegant.

Best Man

Tom was of course Harrison’s best man.

Not only was he friends with both the bride and groom, he was also Harrison’s best friend from when they were young.

He was also the one who introduced them years ago

Bachelor Party

Tom wanted to, and kinda did, go crazy with the bachelor party.

He went all out for his best mate and didn’t spare any expense on the party.

That being said, he was very respectful to Harrison, y/n, and their relationship; respecting any restrictions and boundaries the couple had set for their bachelor/bachelorette festivities.

Wedding Planning

Haz helped with the planning as much as he could.

There were things he couldn’t do of course, like choosing a wedding dress.

Or things that weren’t his to choose/didn’t need to have a say in, such as bridesmaid gifts.

But he helped with any area he could.

He loved it and was very good at is, which wasn’t a surprise given he was always great at design and styling/fashion.

He also was a major help in that his friend was a major clothing designer and offered to do custom clothing for the couple.

Wedding Day

They opted for their wedding to be in Paris.

While it meant both their families and friends had to travel, it was worth it to them.

The city meant more to them than they could have ever explained

And, it meant it wasn’t only one persons’ guests having to travel so it seemed more equitable.

They helped with the costs of traveling for their guests who couldn’t afford to fly /otherwise wouldn’t be able to make it, but also planned it far in advance so people had time to plan and save.

They held it at Palais Garnier, where they’d had their first date year ago.

The ceremony was held in archway of the Salon du Soleil.

The couple stood at the entrance to the small room, between the empty room -allowing a beautiful background of the Salon du Soleil- and their guests watching from the adjacent room as it was was large enough to fit them all.

The coloring of the Salon du Soleil worked aesthetically with the custom made tuxes for Haz and his half of the bridal party.

The lighting also worked flawlessly with Yn’s wedding dress and the bridesmaids dresses.

Tom had pulled some strings to help the couple reserve the Hall of Mirrors at Versailles, where they’d continued their first date years ago.

They were thrilled to have their special spaces filled with memories they shared with friends and family now.

Toasts were done by Tom, Y/N’s best friend and maid of honor, both of their mothers, and Harrison’s sister.

During the dinner portion of the evening Harrison made it his responsibility to make sure y/n was given time and space to eat; politely asking people to come back up to their ‘sweethearts table’ later after she’d had time to eat dinner instead of bothering the couple endlessly and preventing her from eating.

Their night was full of dancing, laughter, and other sweet private moments together.

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[ninja-confession-go]

I know we’ve all be rocked by the news of the live action. But can I just propose Xolo Maridueña as Kai, Elliot Page as Jay and Stephanie Hsu as Nya?

I dunno, just saying. It’d be funny if I predicted it correctly.

I will die if Tom Holland or Chris Pratt or something plays ANY of the ninja. Let some smaller actors on!

(Hey mod, if you’d like to attach photos you can :) have a nice day/ night)

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[i-gotyou-dontworry]

STOP IT!!!!! My husband just told me Tom Holland has a big announcement tomorrow. I tried to play it cool and said oh really Spider-Man maybe? And this man says 😱 what if he proposed

ohh that's cute, your husband is one of us!

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54600022 by webss312 Eight months ago, Spider-Man was killed in an explosion orchestrated by HYDRA, leaving behind his mourning friends and family. Eight months ago, Peter Parker opened his eyes in an underground bunker, in a room with Director Fury. The only one who knows of Peter’s continued presence in the land of the living is Fury himself, and he offers Peter a proposal— becoming an undercover SHIELD agent. Fury's motivation: a HYDRA computer disk containing critical information– and Peter (enhanced, anonymous, and seemingly deceased) is the perfect undercover agent. Peter’s motivation: protect his friends and family, and continue his duties as Spider-Man, in order to take down one of the most infamous supervillain organizations in the world. No biggie. Words: 9207, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English Fandoms: Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Nick Fury, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Ned Leeds, Michelle Jones (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Pepper Potts, Happy Hogan, Avengers Team Members (Marvel), Friday (Marvel), Hydra Agents Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Nick Fury & Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, (mentioned) - Relationship, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Michelle Jones & Ned Leeds, Avengers Team & Peter Parker, Avengers Team Members & Tony Stark, Avengers Team Members & Steve Rogers & Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker & Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Presumed Dead, (peter parker) - Freeform, No MCD though, Domestic Avengers, Avengers Family, Protective Avengers, Avengers Tower, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, unspecified but sometime after spiderman homecoming, post civil war but sometime before the story takes place they sort out their differences, Not Canon Compliant with Movie: Avengers: Infinity War (2018), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, they could hypothetically happen in this universe but have not yet occurred, BAMF Peter Parker, Hydra (Marvel), SHIELD Agent Peter Parker, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Coparenting Peter Parker, Aunt May Parker is a Good Aunt (Marvel), Supportive Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Aunt May Parker & Tony Stark Friendship, Good Friend Ned Leeds, Minor Michelle Jones/Peter Parker, POV Alternating, Spider-Man Interacting with New Yorkers, Peter Parker Gets a Hug, eventually..., Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Natasha Romanov Is Not A Robot read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54600022

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NEXT STORY!!

What should I write next? I have so many wips in my notes and I need help figuring out what I should finish:

[deathofacupid]

all you had to do was stay | tom holland

tw: mentions of unprescribed pills and angst. mild cursing- but like, that's in all my imagines... do i still need to put that as a warning? i'm not really sure if i'm great at writing sad stuff like this, so please lemme know if there's anything i can change or make better. as long as it's constructive criticism. (1.6k+ words). angst!

also, this song is "for taylor," and all the credit goes to liv. i do not own this song! disclaimer: not all the lyrics are listed/in order.

it was weird, you had decided, but not really. maybe somewhere deep down you had known it wasn't going to last forever. in fact, you were slightly surprised it had lasted for as long as it did.

one year, ten months, and thirteen days.

that's when he decided you just weren't good enough for him, that you weren't exciting, special, or particularly intriguing. that's how long it took. the saddest part? you were already planning something special for the two year anniversary.

four months and two days.

that's how long it's been since he's left. since you've gotten any decent sleep, eaten a good meal, or even genuinely smiled. since he broke your heart and took some of the pieces with him, and if you didn't have all the parts, how were you supposed to put it back together?

looking back in hindsight, you hadn't seen it coming. every "i love you" he uttered, you thought was true. you believed it and kept it close to your heart, as if those words were the only things keeping you going.

tell me why i thought we were happy i felt the sparks fly

standing there in the empty park, you let the tears cascade down your cheeks, grateful that there wasn't anyone there. it was the same place he tried to let you down softly, telling you that it simply wasn't working. something about clashing schedules. bullshit.

the second he said the words "break up," it was like everything stopped. as if the hands of time themselves didn't know what to do with the world, and so froze there delicately. he had been odd the last couple of days, and you were so stupidly naive to think he may have been proposing to you. it made so much sense to you, the picnic date, stuttering, tripping over his words.

it burned your insides, like whatever was left of your heart was on fire, and there was that funny feeling in your stomach. not the feeling you got when you used to think of him, because those were light and airy butterflies. these were angry t-rexes, rampaging around. it felt like crushed, sharp pieces of glass were scratching your throat, with every breath you took.

everything hurt to do, and even the smallest things reminded you of him.

but now I'm right where you left me i felt it babe like midnight rain our love story began to change

you exhaled through your nose, trying to calm down. your head was pounding and all you wanted to do was sleep. but no amount of unprescribed sleeping pills would push away the intrusive thoughts that poked at your head, constantly reminding you of what the two of you could have been.

it wasn't like you didn't try to make time for tom.

because you did. so much. was it fair to pin it all on yourself? or were the clashing schedules just an excuse for something else? maybe he found someone else. someone better.

at work, perhaps. a pretty actress, one with long legs, beautiful hair, deep eyes, and clear skin. someone who could make him laugh relentlessly, and never gave him a hard time. they didn't fight, or disagree, and had the same movie preference. the two would share playlists or songs, and of course they'd share aux. they would cuddle at night, and whisper sweet nothings to each other before falling asleep, intertwined together. and best of all, they'd never have to worry about making time for each other because they would be on set together so much.

all he had to do was be there. to love you, and if that was strong enough, then everything would have worked out. why? because it had to. or was your love not enough for both you and him? in that case, was it your fault, or his?

all you had to do was stay your name was on my heart but now it's just erased all that left is just a blank space and all you had to do was stay, stay, stay

all you had left consisted of two of his old sweatshirts, that you still hadn't washed or worn, afraid that his scent would leave, and memories. sweet nothings that swirled around in your brain, leaving nothing but a migraine in the end, alongside a heavy heart. one so full of pain and sorrow, it felt as if it was pulling you down.

it was unfair, you thought, that one person could do all this damage.

i thought we had something now its a sweet nothing it's time to go i never saw it coming

and then he had the impudence to ask if they could "still be friends." how can you be just friends with someone you've kissed with so much passion? seen things, that friends haven't, or done things? how can you push all those old feelings away, like they never even existed in the first place? how do you play pretend like that?

so you said no. you told him the truth, that you weren't sure you could do that. and through the disappointment, you saw that he understood. and you were honestly shocked that you had found any words at all. you were crying the second that he had said those words, and instantly left. he had called your name as you walked away, hiding at the back of a pharmacy as you waited for the uber you called to pick you up.

it was funny to think about. not "haha" funny, but a bittersweet, dreadful funny. that the last kiss you had was the morning he broke up with you. really, it was just a simple peck since he hadn't been too touchy the last couple of days. but you realized that that was your last kiss with him, and it wouldn't ever happen again. 

that was it. that was all.

the story of us has an end our last kiss won't happen again

you laid there in bed, gasping and panting as you woke up from another nightmare. or more accurately, a memory. something that had already happened. but you would've preferred a nightmare instead. this was just an ugly reminder of what was. you hadn't been in contact with him lately, but you knew he thought of you.

how do you just date someone for almost two years and then forget about them?

you were sure that he thought of you. that he dreamed of you, too.

but were they nightmares like yours? painful and miserable, happy turned sad?

i bet you think about me i bet I'm still in your wildest dreams

and then one day came, where you sat in a coffee shop, frustrated that you accidently got his order instead of your own. sitting there at a two person table with a disgustingly plain black coffee, you reached a conclusion.

that it wasn't your fault. and that you wouldn't spend anymore months lying in bed sobbing and holding his jacket to your face, upset that you couldn't do more.

yes, you'd probably have breakdowns over him from time to time, but you were done blaming yourself. how would you live like that, with utter self-deprecation eating away at you? it wasn't healthy.

you weren't saying that you were over him, but this was a start. not quite acceptance, but you were slowly starting to greet it. you also hoped that he didn't blame you for this. because if anything, it was more his fault then yours. then why did you feel guilty blaming him? honestly, that didn't feel right either.

and when you're reminiscing you can blame yourself but don't blame me this love is tragic, baby

sitting on your bed, you held a book in your lap, one that had been worn out, being read so many times. you were reading the pages, but you weren't taking them in. just looking at the words, skimming across them. beside you, your phone dinged with a notification, with an update on your boy- ex-boyfriend, it was nothing but a new article. and you hated yourself for opening it. 

there was a picture at the top, one of him kissing a girl on a walk where you used to take out tessa with him. warm saliva coated your tongue and you felt a strangled sob rise up your chest, and you scrolled further down, browsing the words.

a mix of "new girlfriend" and "what about y/n?" was all that needed to be summarized. so you scrolled further down, into the comment section.

user 1

I 

oml that's fucking zendaya

user 2

I

wasnt he dating y/n

user 3

I

cheating??

user 1 (replying to user 3)

I

idk kinda makes sense theyre on the same set so

and in verbatim, that was it. you hadn't bothered to read more, because at that point, ugly cries were already taking over and with the tears that blurred your eyes, you couldn't see anyways.

she won't love you like the way I loved you belong with me

it was a putrid thought, not one you should've had, but you couldn't help but think it. you would always feel that way, and nothing would change it. to you, he would always be yours. and he'd forever hold a part of you, and you'd come to realization with the fact you didn't want that part back. he could have it. tom could have it.

it could have worked. maybe. but that's all it'd ever be. a lingering thought in your head, swirling around, with no other home.

all you had to do was stay your name was on my heart but now its just erased all that left is just a blank space and all you had to do was stay stay, stay, stay

all he had to do was stay.