Kept From You Thomas [tmr]

kept from you — thomas [tmr]

summary ; in which WICKED take y/n to experiment on her, and thomas loses his mind worrying about her. [040218]

warnings ; thomas x fem!reader, being drugged, unconciousness, violence, angry!thomas, angst.

word count ; 2.4k

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IT HURT YOUR head. The bleach white of the walls, the floors, the lights. The endless corridors of pale, blanch colourant glaring down at your weak figure. It made your fluttering eyes sting, a grimace contorting your features as you felt the thundering in your skull - like war drums pounding in a constant, ruthless beat.

A woman, dressed in a lab coat and a red veneer of lipstick painting her smirk sinister, had a grip on your arm so tight you were sure it would leave a bruise in the mark of her hand. Her long legs were paced fast, her heels clicking rapidly against the ground, one after the other in a gruelling pattern. Her swift walk had you stumbling on shaky legs in your hospital gown behind her, trying to keep up with her as she dragged you down the maze of corridors.

And although you distantly recognised the situation you were in to be cunningly evasive (something was definitely not right), your head was elsewhere. It was spinning.

Foggy were the memories of them sticking needles in the vein in your neck, in your arms, your wrists. You weren’t sure if you dreamt it or not, but by the way that you couldn’t stand up on your bare feet properly as you staggered behind this unknown woman, you had an idea that you had been injected with something. You had been drugged. It wasn’t a dream.

As you came to the dreaded conclusion, you tried to pull back. Your muscles felt feeble, all the energy in your body having seemingly dissipated up into the tense air and had you feeling unsteady, wobbly. The woman felt you meekly fight back, too drowsy to change your uncharted fate. She let out a chuckle, although void of any emotion it seemed. She barely glanced over her shoulder as you grunted lightly, your breath coming out choppy and your head lolling to the side with tiresome enervation. What had they done to you?

Alas, her iron grip on your aching arms only tightened as she tugged you sharply forward - as if she was silently telling you that you were being too slow. Inevitably, the yank had jolted your indolent body to a collapse, your knees giving way and smacking against the cold, tiled ground. The woman let out an irritated huff, stopping shortly to snatch the collar of your hospital gown and jerk your thin body back to your feet.

“We don’t have time for this.” She muttered, the gripe of her voice low and venomous in your ears.

“W-Where-” Your stuttered and hushed words quickly slammed into their demise when your chest heaved, sweat dripping down your forehead as the floor tipped. You had to squeeze your eyes shut as the world spun right before you. “Where am I- Where are you… Where are you taking me?”

She didn’t answer. Or she didn’t hear you, your panting words barely registering in your own ears through the high pitched screeching ringing in your head - like a shrill whistle.

The two of you turned yet another corner, you fully expecting it to be one more corridor in a never-ending compound of corridors. But then you passed a window stretched out to fit the entire length of the wall, and your dazed attention shifted to the variable.

Behind the glass, tables full of people that looked close to your age were situated, chatting with each other, eating peacefully from food trays. You wondered if that was where you were being taken, your empty stomach growling and your dry mouth and cracked lips begging for a drip of water.

But that hope was crushed when you noticed your attire was clearly different to their plain shirts and trousers and trainers, compared to your thin gown that hung limply from your malnourished figure and your bare feet that slapped against the floor.

Unbeknownst to you, in the bland room of teenagers, Thomas immediately noticed you stumbling down the hallway through a small window of glass. He straightened sharply, his dark eyes widening.

“(Y/N),” He breathed out, his heart racing so quick he thought it would burst from his chest.

When you had all arrived at this unknown building after escaping from the maze, his hand had been clutching yours with anticipation and the instinct to protect you from whatever came next had washed over him. Then, the people who saved them proved to be noble and considerate when they ran some tests of all of the Gladers, checking their vitals and making sure they were healthy.

A woman, dark-haired and smile sickly sweet, gently guided you away from the rest of the boys. You’d looked over your shoulder sceptically, peering over at Thomas with eyes clouded with dubious confusion. He’d held your gaze as you gingerly followed the woman, itching to jump up - from where some doctor was holding the chest piece of a stethoscope to his chest and monitoring the rhythm of his heart - and pull you away from the stranger who could potentially bring you harm.

But then he had reminded himself that these people had saved them, they’d been nothing but nice to them and caring of their well-being. So, instead of pulling you into his arms and away from the lady, he’d sent you a small, reassuring nod. To that, you’d reluctantly nodded back, following the doctor out the room and into another - one more closed off and desolate. You trusted Thomas, with everything you had and more. If he believed you’d be okay in the hands of these people then you would believe it too.

It had been a week since then. Thomas hadn’t seen you since that very day, and each passing day that he spent not seeing you had his heart spiralling further and further into an abyss of worriment and distress. Nobody would tell him where you were, how you were, what you were doing. Nobody would answer his questions, and it infuriated him to no end.

The other boys were concerned too, troubled by the fact that you had seemingly disappeared from the face of the dying earth. So when they vaguely heard Thomas call your name through the faintest of whispers of disbelief - they too perked up.

“What?” Newt asked sharply, his eyes trying to find where Thomas’ were glued to.

“It’s (Y/N),” He muttered again, swiftly jumping up from his place at the table. “(Y/N)!” Your name fell from his lips in a rush, his legs carrying him to the window. His palm banged against the glass, wide eyes watching as you passed - the same woman he’d seen guide you away on their first day there forcefully wrenching you along.

Your hair staggered in front of your face when you head dropped forward sluggishly, as if it were too heavy for you to be able to hold up on your shoulders. Your feet stumbled over themselves, your body’s vitals failing as your head spun with whatever serum was rushing through your veins. You looked like you were about to pass out. Thomas’ fleeting thoughts told him once again that something wasn’t right with this place. It had seemed too good to be true when they’d first arrived, but now seeing you in the condition that you were in, he knew it was too good to be true.

Running along the window to keep up with you, your name echoed up into the now eerily silent room of teenagers by his will, “(Y/N)!”

Your head lifted at the muffled sound. Your tired eyes locked with a pair of familiar dark ones and your heart jumped, “T-Thomas?” To you, the sound left your lips in a hushed breath. But the boy read your lips perfectly, his worry only increasing when your eyebrows tugged inwards and your eyes glazed over, welling with glimmering tears.

You struggled to draw back from the woman once more, wanting to prolong the glimpse of hope that coiled in the pit of your stomach when you saw the boy that you loved - even if it was through a barrier of glass that made it sound like the words he called were said from underwater.

The wall of window was quickly running out, the end of the corridor nearing with a dread that curled around your bones like vines. At the very end, a door. You shuddered at the thought of what was behind the steel, and fought harder to release yourself.

The woman noticed you trying to make your escape, digging your heels into the ground in an attempt to try and stay in the eye-line of your boyfriend’s tormented gaze. Her tug was sharper than the first time you revolted from her grip; it sent you lurching to the ground almost immediately with a pained groan, your body screaming - courtesy of the burden of aching affliction put upon you.

Weakly, you wrung your arm from her fingers and shuffled back on the tiles as quick as you could. Regardless of your infeasible attempts, you weren’t quick enough - your lack of desired energy costing your life as she trapped you like a caged, hopeless animal and pulled a syringe from the pocket of her doctors coat.

The needle looked salient and treacherous, taunting you as she cornered you against the wall. Her bony fingers grasping grimly at your jaw and keeping you locked in place as she shook her head, almost in disappointment. “I told you,” She seethed, her eyes dark and menacing and her tone marred with unmerciful malice, “We don’t have time for this.”

“Hey!” Thomas’ voice boomed, his fist repeatedly smacking against the unbreakable glass in his burst of fury as he watched you struggle away from her. “Let her go!”

The woman blatantly blanked the racket that Thomas was making behind her, the pad of her thumb pressing down on the syringe and injecting the unidentifiable liquid into your bloodstream anyway. A gasp slipped from your lips in the shape of Thomas’ name, fear coursing through your being like a tidal wave as your body reacted instantly to the haunting inoculation.

The lights seemed more blinding than ever, the walls closing in on your helpless figure, the inky darkness creeping up into your eyesight - until you saw nothing, until you felt nothing, until you were nothing. Your body slumped over in the desolate corridor, and the woman wound her arm around your waist like a python suffocating its victim. She lugged your unconscious body to the door, her emotion stolid.

Thomas felt frantic as he watched the woman swipe her ID through the monitor and carry your limp body through the door, unable to do anything from his side of the glass. His darting eyes saw the guards standing in the doorway of the cafeteria and he immediately took off running - needing to get out and find you. He tried to get past, his chest heaving and panic shrouding his rational thoughts. The two guards, a lot taller than him and armed, shoved him back with ease.

“This is a restricted area, kid.” One of them spoke. Thomas would’ve scoffed at the term ‘kid’, but he was too panicked to care. Nobody else saw what that woman did. Nobody else saw the condition you looked to be in.

“Where is she going? Where are they taking her?!” He bellowed, trying to look over the guards’ shoulders and catch a glimpse of your dark head of hair being hauled away against your will. The guards didn’t answer, acting impassive and as if Thomas hadn’t said anything at all.

“Tell me where they’re taking her!” He shoved the guard back as hard as he could, his frenzied worry for you forging all of his actions. The rest of the boys were instantly by his side, trying to hold him back from causing more of a scene and getting in trouble.

“She’s fine.” The other said, grave and inscrutable and dodging the question easily.

The sudden hot temper that adorned Thomas was only fired up further at the guard’s uncaring response. His heart pounded in his chest, so fast that the iambic rhythm became utterly lost between the waves of chaotic, choleric rage. “She’s not fine!” He all but roared, struggling against the hands of his friends attempting to hold him back.

“Why won’t you let me see her?! What are they doing to her?!” The spat of alarmed questions erupted, his dark eyes wide and glowering as the guards continued to refuse his entry.

He wasn’t getting anywhere. The distant sound of his friends trying to tell him to calm down, that you’ll be fine, that they’ll find you skimmed over his head completely. The only thing ringing in his ears where the echoed sounds of you calling his name, panic and despair etched in your sunken features as you looked to him through the glass. The only haunting image in his head was the one of you hanging unconscious in the woman’s cruel grip.

He couldn’t give up on you, he would never. The two of you had been together since being in the Glade, unable to deny the feelings that had been mutual before your memories got wiped. When Thomas had gotten himself stung, he’d seen you. You and him, together. You’d been by his side since the two of you had first been taking in by WICKED when you were young, and after, when he’d come up in the box - despite not recalling the memories you shared with him.

You were what got him through being trapped in the Maze. The thought of you, of seeing you again, of holding you in his arms once more, had got him to strive to survive the night he, Minho and Alby had been stuck out there in the depths of the deadly night. You were what got him through defeating the Maze, through Chuck’s death, through everything. He needed you.

That was when he decided. He will get you back, he will find you, even if it’s the last thing he does.

part II

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Masterlist

Smut*

Matthew Gray Gubler

Matthew Gray Gubler

One of Your French Boys* - Y/n is a struggling artist, and Matthew tries to get her inspired.

Character Work* - Y/n and Matthew need more tension on screen, and it gets hard for her to hide her crush.

Won’t Say I’m in Love - Y/n is in denial of the intense things Matthew makes her feel.

Too Good to Be True* - Working together after a one night stand makes Y/n and Matthew question what they really want.

The Real Thing* - Matthew learns about his girlfriends attraction to one of his characters.

Chip Taylor (68 Kill)

If You Still Want Me - Chip and the girl from the bar have an unexpected sleepover.

Spencer Reid

Physical - While on an undercover date, Y/n and Spencer seem to forget its fake.

Time Difference  - Y/n picks her boyfriend up from the airport after he’s been gone for weeks.

Never Be Alone - Spencer leaves early on a case to visit Y/n again.

Any Semblance of Touch - Spencer takes care of an injured Y/n, who begins to question her feelings.

Story Time* - Y/n feels neglected by her boyfriend, so she takes matters into her own hands.

Aphrodite* - Spencer reminds his insecure girlfriend of the goddess that she is.

Just My Friend* - Spencer is jealous of Y/n’s bond with Morgan, so he shows her who she belongs to.

Cat and Mouse* - Spencer’s focus is solely on a case, so Y/n makes a game out of distracting him.

Different Circles* - Spencer’s dating the lead singer of a band, and Emily struggles to understand how they ended up together.

Playing With Fire* - When Spencer talks about his hidden personalities, Y/n asks about his ‘dominant’ one.

Phantasmagoria* - Y/n is made aware of her feelings for Spencer after a dream.

Dress - Y/n’s feelings for Spencer come out when she has a little too much to drink at JJ’s wedding.

Rose Blooms* - Spencer and Y/n have a complicated relationship. When they meet again, they pick up where they left off.

Pregame Drinking* - After Y/n gets a little playful at the club, she and Spencer go for a ride.

The Whole Story - Spencer comforts his crying girlfriend, but she doesn’t tell him the whole reason why.

Homemade Banana Bread - The team finds out about Spencer’s crush on a local barista and they can’t help but tease.

Reconciliation* - Spencer and Y/n don’t get along, until one night they get together and… resolve their differences.

Heather (1) (2) (3)Y/n biggest secret is revealed when she’s kidnapped and forced to live stream her diary.

Umbrella Academy

Klaus Hargreeves

This Years Love* - Klaus meets someone at Grief Counselling and he feels guilty about how fast he’s moved on from his last love. He just hopes this one lasts.

Diego Hargreeves

Release The Kraken* - After Y/n gets hurt on a mission, Diego (and his knife) teach her how to listen.

a bad day — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: when reader has a bad day, draco comes to the rescue.

a/n: this is literally a depiction of how i’m feeling bc of school and what i desperately want to happen DDD: oh to have a draco malfoy in my life

requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!

[Y/N] is having a bad day.

Scratch that; every second of it so far has been downright awful. She wonders what on earth she must have done to deserve the pumpkin juice that had been knocked over into her lap during breakfast, the bad grade she got on the Charms essay she’d worked her arse off of for, and on top of that, twenty points she lost off of Slytherin because she was too tired and kept dozing off in Transfiguration class.

Long story short: [Y/N] is absolutely knackered. she trudges out of Potions class, a scowl etched firmly on her face, and merely grunts out a “hi” when her best friend, Draco Malfoy, comes up to her in the middle of the hallway.

“What’s got you in a bad mood today?” says Draco, snickering, keeping pace beside her as they shoulder their way through the stream of students in the corridor, which is loud with the sound of chatter and movement.

“Don’t even get me started,” [Y/N] grumbles. If the sour look on her face isn’t enough to indicate that she’s feeling gutted, then the tone of her voice seals the deal; she sounds as though she’s been through a five-mile marathon and back. “Everything’s going bloody wrong.”

Draco glances at her, arm bumping into hers as they squeeze through a group of fourth-years. There’s a smirk on his face. “Should I keep my distance?” he asks. “In case you lose it and start jabbing your wand at people out of nowhere.”

“That was one time,” says [Y/N], deadpan. “and I was eight.”

“Old habits don’t break easy,” grins Draco. His hand reaches out to grab at the sling of her bag. [Y/N] shoots him a look. “I’m offering to carry it for you, woman,” he says, scoffing out a laugh.

[Y/N] side-eyes him. “Who are you and what have you done to my best friend,” she mutters, exhaling heavily as she shrugs her satchel off and hands it out to Draco, the corners of her lips tugging up briefly as thanks. “What class do you have next?”

“Potions,” replies Draco without looking at her. He shifts her bag over his shoulder, frowning. “Blimey, have you been carrying this around all day?” He looks over at her, something like reprimand lacing his tone. “No wonder you’ve been so cheesed off. What’s this got in it, a pile of rocks?”

[Y/N] rolls her eyes. “Textbooks. And if you’ve got Potions, you missed your turn.” She jerks her head back, indicating the fork in the hallway they just passed a minute ago. “Classroom’s back there.”

“I know,” shrugs Draco, and leaves it at that.

They stop at the door of the Ancient Runes classroom—[Y/N]’s next class. She sighs, pursing her lips in a grimace, and turns to Draco. “Thanks for walking me,” she says, trying for a smile as she holds her hand out for her bag. “And for carrying my bag. You can be a good best friend sometimes—wow, I cannot believe I just said that.”

It’s Draco’s turn to roll his eyes, albeit playfully. It’s a familiar sight; Draco’s snarkiness is something [Y/N] has grown far too used to. “I’ve always been a good best friend—you’ve just never said it out loud before,” he grins. Ignoring [Y/N]’s outstretched hand, Draco sets her bag down on the floor and then proceeds to extend his arms out in front of him.

[Y/N] stares, blinking. “What are you doing.”

Another eye roll. “Offering you a hug,” Draco replies, as though she should’ve known all along. He wrings his hands out slightly as though gesturing for her to come close. “Come on, get in here. One-time offer.”

She blinks again, taking a moment or two to register his words. Once she has, this time, the corners of her lips tug up without trouble.

Shaking her head in disbelief, she lets out a small laugh and takes the two steps forward needed to close the distance between them. Still with that same dubious yet pleased smile on her face, she wraps her arms around Draco’s middle, muttering, “This is so strange,” as Draco wraps his arms around her shoulders, hugging her close.

[Y/N] had been planning for a brief hug—a mere two seconds at most—but Draco feels nice and warm and comforting and she finds herself not wanting to let go. “You smell good,” she says, interlacing her hands behind his back.

“Is that so surprising?” She feels the vibrations of Draco’s laughter in his chest. Feels his hand climbing up to her hair, holding her head there. “Wish I could say the same for you, though.”

[Y/N] scoffs, pulling away to smack him on the shoulder. Draco’s hands fall away from her, and he’s laughing, but instead of feeling annoyed, [Y/N] just smiles right back at him. “Whatever,” she huffs, taking her bag as Draco holds it out to her. Already turning away to head into her classroom, she says, “I’ll see you later.”

Draco grins, walking backwards, away from her. “Try not to miss me too much.”

“I won’t,” [Y/N] calls back playfully, leaning her back on the door.

Her best friend feigns a look of hurt, then raises a hand in goodbye. He looks dangerously close to stepping over his own robes. “Feel better, yeah?” he shouts, once he’s a good few feet away and is beginning to recede into a crowd of students.

[Y/N] doesn’t respond. She just quirks her lips up in reply, watching as Draco grins one last time before turning around and disappearing down the hallway.

Exhaling, she steps into the Ancient Runes classroom. Her heart doesn’t feel so heavy anymore, and when she plops down into her seat, she isn’t frowning. Rather, thoughts of Draco and his scent of green apples and that smile he’d given her all waft around in her head, leaving what feels like butterflies fluttering around inside of her stomach.

It’s not that bad of a day, after all.

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three’s a crowd | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader

SUMMARY: draco and y/n fuck in the common room and when blaise interrupts, draco can’t find it in himself to stop. 

REQUESTED: omg could i please request a rough slytherin reader x draco smut where they almost get caught like someone walks in but they make it seem like they’re just spending time together but draco edges her as he continues the conversation hehehehehehe

WARNINGS: smut, public sex, choking, slut shaming, hair pulling, oral receiving (both male and female), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, degradation kink, probably more. 

A/N: this is my 2nd time writing this bc tumblr deleted it the first time. hope it’s worth it! 

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An hour ago, the Slytherin Common Room had been bustling with life; members of the green-coloured house roaring the lyrics to their favourite songs and tipping back as many shots of Fire Whiskey as they could without throwing up. It had been a grand day to be a Slytherin, as today was the day that they had beaten the Gryffindors in a Quidditch match, and all thanks to your boyfriend, too.

The two of you had spent most of the night sat on the leather couch, you with your back to the arm and your legs draped across his lap, your head resting on his shoulder and glasses of alcohol in his hand. With a snap of the fingers, Draco had either Crabbe or Goyle topping them up like it was their full-time job. And all night, members of Slytherin had been coming up to congratulate Draco on being able to knock Potter out of the way just in time to catch the Snitch and win the game. 

Each time he’d smirk or chuckle, running a lanky hand through his pale hair and messing it up even further. It was already quite disheveled from your hand remaining in it all evening, gently scratching his scalp and absentmindedly combing through his silky blond locks as you used your other hand to raise your glass to your lips every now and then. 

Now, however, your glass was empty and everybody had seemed to call it a night, leaving the two of you alone in the Common Room, still buzzing from the alcohol and enjoying the quiet company of one another. You found that with Draco, you could sit in silence for hours and still understand each other completely. 

So when his large hand brushed your thigh where you dress was riding up, you knew what he wanted. Draco’s ring was cold against your skin as he ran it up and down your smooth thighs, even dipping underneath your dress a little but never going as far as your panties. You were growing wetter and wetter with every advance he made, but your boyfriend wasn’t watching you, his head was leaning back on the couch as he stared at the ceiling. 

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Subject A0: In The Glade [Part 1]

Emergence

Part 1/20 of Subject A0 : In The Glade. [next]

“They took everything. They took her whole world. But little did they know that she found a new one in him.” (Newt x Reader)

Basically a self-insert Maze Runner fan fiction (because I’m obsessed and absolute trash haha) but formatted as an Imagine for more to enjoy! This is also Newt x Reader by the way! <3

Warnings: Anxiety

A/N : This is the story I’m talking about and I really hope you guys enjoy this! It’s been going on in my head even before I made this blog, so it’s thanks to this storyline that this blog even came to be. I got some references/concepts from both he books and the movies. I’ve got a lot of parts planned out but only just an outline but nonetheless, this is going to be a long one, haha!

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Afterglow | Tom Holland.

summary: basically what I’m trying to say - our Tommy baby taking care of his drunk girlfriend #bestboyfriendaward - #fightme

an: I wrote this one at the beginning of 2017 and I’m obviously v shy about it because that’s where I decided I’m gonna write my shit in English and as I’m looking back at it while it’s almost the end of 2019 my dumb ass is like “wow gurl, you were dumb but now you actually know your English little more good job,” 

To say that Tom considered himself to be the best boyfriend in the world, would be for sure an understatement. That compassion he possessed for his girlfriend that certainly overpowering the constant and uninterrupted desire to sleep on his day off, but, the moment he got a call, everything around him goes into the second plan and into oblivion, just for her, 

Because he knows that it’s not an ordinary matter wherever your girlfriend can celebrate her freshly passed exams, and he’s convinced that it’s certainly not regular matter where he’s able to watch the love of his life in such a drunken and cute mood, 

Noticing how she can barely stand on her own two feet as he succeeds in recognizing her silhouette from across the street. It’s not hard to find her among the crowd of people, right in front of the entrance of the local city club.  She’s standing in the midst of her group of friends that Tom knows either personally or out of the stories she told him of, but the most important thing he’s willing to trust them to take good care of her when he’s not around to do that,  

“Baby,” it’s all it takes to finally get her attention. She’s able to identify his voice in the midst of the crowd while being intoxicated without a problem as if she hadn’t seen him in weeks. Her eyes are wide, they’re almost sparkling with utter adoration, kinda like the eyes of a child when it sees their favorite toy. Her face is beautifully illuminated by the neon lights hung outside the building, her face adorned with a soft lazy smile and her hands are already drawn into his direction - a well-known sight that she wants some deserved cuddles now, 

The moment her chest collides with his much taller and stabilized form, Tom has to hold onto her sides securely to prevent her from tripping down on her high heels, even when her full weight lies on his chest Tom is able to put a thumb on her cheek and angle her head back to precisely observe every inch of her face, much more to her dismay, 

“No–” she’s protesting “I wanna cuddle you,” she’s on a full mode whining now, like a spoiled child, turning her head away from him. Fingers clinging into his arms as she’s pushing her head towards his chest,

“Love. You’re drunk, let me check on you,” Tom murmured gently, not bothered with her behavior, one of his arms clings onto her side while the other strokes the side of her cheek again,

“I’m drunk in love Tommy,” she murmured faintly, warmth spreading across his heart as she encircles her arms around his neck this time, trying to stay in a vertical position,

“Love.” he started again trying his best to hold back a laugh. “God, you’re so cute. Let me take you home,” he murmured under his breath rather to himself than her,

With one last look, that certainly means “thank you” designed for her best friends. He’s scooping her up into his arms trying to speed up the process of getting her home, he’s mentally thanking God that his girlfriend decided to wear jeans tonight as her legs immediately wrap themselves around the back of his thighs to leisurely hung there the whole journey to the car, 

She’s practically hanging on him, her arms lazily wrapped around his wide arms, while her fingertips gently massage the soft skin on his back through the material of his shirt, then she’s spreading her fingers across the nape of his neck sending pleasurable chills right through his body as she uncontrollably leans closer to him, seeking for warmth. Her breath is strangely pleasant when it’s mixed with the night-chilled air. He still has to hold onto the back of her thigh’s because it’s that thing of hers again when she doesn’t feel like she wants to do anything to cooperate, 

“What are you, woman?” 

Tom murmurs under his breath the moment he let her enter his apartment. They’re still not living together -  due to some frivolous circumstances she refuses to live there when he’s not really around that much do to his full-time job as an actor, 

“Please, don’t hurt yourself,” Tom requested after her the moment she disappeared from his dight. Even though she knows her ay around his flat like the back of her hand, he still cannot stop worrying about her safety when she’s that drunk,

“No baby. Not the couch,” he exclaimed over her when he finally joined her back in the living room, her feet propped up on the brown cushion of the couch with her head falling down from the comfortable seats, her hair splayed all over the floor under her, 

“Do you even know what time it is?” Tom arched his brow at her in question, one of his hands gripping the side of her ankle and tugging her back so she can comfortably and fully spread across the seat now,

“It’s-I wanna fucking cuddle o’clock-” she sang under her nose, “Now, c’ mere and give me my kiss,” her eyes are visibly dropping shut from the tiredness she must be getting to her just now, 

“I’m gonna cuddle you in our bed upstairs,” he wrapped his hands around her much smaller ones, outlining their fingers together and tightening them into a stronghold just to drag her up into a sitting position, 

“It seems so weird when you call it that way,” she protests when Tom has to practically lean over her silhouette to scoop her up again. She’s tired now. Her head falling off his shoulder every few seconds as he makes his way upstairs,

“Don’t fall asleep now,” he’s warning her softly, leaning his lips closer to her ear as she instantly murmuring something completely incomprehensible back at him,

“I want to talk with you,” she declares, the moment her bum bounce on Tom comfortable bed mattress,

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” she assured him the moment she finds herself splayed on the bed, he’s quick to work on the straps of her heels as drops them on the floor near his closet doors not even a minute later, it feels like she’s drowning in the soft cushion of his bed as Tom takes care of those tight jeans, gently sliding them down her smooth legs and right onto the floor near the rest of her wardrobe,

“So talk to me baby,” he’s trying his best to hitch her with a conversation, in the meantime trying to interest her with a water bottle and the content of it,

“Like when are we gonna have a baby,” she’s obviously slurring through her words but Tom’s quick enough to catch up with the context to stop what he’s doing, a leisurely played smile work itself upon his mouth, there’s a million question running through his head,

“So you want my kids now?” he joked as he gets into the bed with her, the mattress and her dipping under the additional weight as he leans over her half-naked body,

“Thomas,” she’s looking straight into his eyes now, her facade full-on serious as if she’s not talking with him “I dreamed about our kids,” her eyes narrow when a chuckle is heard,

“Go on love, tell me,” he tugged at the material of her top, pulling it up, “arms up, baby,”

She closed her mouth again the moment the material of her top passed through his head, “Well, I hope they’ll be as pretty as you are,” she batted her eyelashes at him, 

Tom laughed  “You mean handsome?” 

She narrows her eyes at him, “Honey, it’s gonna be a baby girl,” she was dead serious now,

“Hold on,” Tom carefully pulled her up to a sitting position, arms circling around her back to unclasp her bra, “How do you know it’s gonna be a girl though?” 

“It’s your sperm what do you expect?” her eyes gazed at the material of his shirt, it did not divert his attention.

“You want it?” she nodded immediately. “Alright, princess,”

He let her stay on the bed, still encouraging her to talk about their future kids when he despaired in his conjoined bathroom looking for a makeup wipes. Even when she still did not agree to live with him her things were occupying the more generous part of the bathroom and sincerely Tom loved it,

“Hey babe,” she called him from her place on the bed, she was still in the same position he left her in. “Do you want to have a baby with me?”

“Sunshine, I would love to have a baby with you,” he whispered before giving her a small plastic package, that contained her makeup remover, 

“I’m so lucky to have you,” she whispered softly, love and adoration visible in her eyes as she drifts closer to him, cuddling into his side for a second,

“You have me, baby,” he assured her before kissing the side of her head softly, “You have all my love,”

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