Cuts! (Dad!Shawn)

“Cuts!” (Dad!Shawn)

A/N: Well…After mobile decided to just do away with this whole fic…Here it is! Again!! Woot! Gotta love google docs though! Also! Thank you, thank you THANK YOU for all your kind words with Chameleon! It’s one of my favorite things I’ve ever written, so your kind word have made me 🥺

But I figured some fluff is in need after it soooo…Here’s some Dad!Shawn🥳 

Summary: Your kid runs on stage in the midst of Shawn performing 

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Warnings: absolutely none😌

WC: 3.1K // Fluff

You’d never forget the feeling the first time Shawn asked you to watch one of his shows side stage.  You were just nineteen, hopelessly enamored with the boy who played guitar, that looked back at you after every song.  And to reassure him, you always gave him a thumbs up.

And you’d never forget the day where you first watched a show with his family and friends.  You were twenty-one, not knowing how it took you this long to watch a show with his family and friends, but then again, a relationship between an international pop-star and a university student was a bit challenging.  You sang with his mom, kept your voice low as you talked with his dad about how proud both of you were of him, and held Aaliyah’s hand as the two of you danced around.

Then later on in your relationship, you eventually invited your friends and family to see Shawn perform.  And soon after that, it was both of your families watching Shawn from the side stage. And even after years of watching him, he still looked back at you after every song, and you still gave him a reassuring thumbs up.

And now with being married to Shawn…It was time to take your son––Jake––to his father’s shows and watch from the side stage.

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request for reader reacting to Levi being seriously injured and taking care of him (or Levi protecting reader) I know you’ve done some requests with the reader protecting Levi and it’d be nice to have one where it’s the opposite :)

A/N: uhh this kinda went off topic to your prompt but i hope you enjoy nonetheless. also this somehow ended up at 4.5k idk how

Small Price

(Y/N) opens her eyes, squinting as the golden beam of light attacks her face. Once the fogginess that clouds her vision fades away, she slowly turns around. A soft smile is one her face as she is met with the rare sight of her sleeping husband, Levi. Her gaze shifts to his chest and her smile vanishes, replaced by a look of sadness and pain. 

It starts at his right shoulder, trailing down his side and then curving left. It slopes down, disappearing beneath his black pants but she knows it stops at his left hip. It’s long and narrow, a clean swipe. She bites back a sob as her eyes repeatedly trail over the hideous mark.

He got that scar because of her. 

It’s worse than any other mark he has on his body, and it’s all her fault.  She feels the hot sensation behind her eyes but wills the tears back. Unable to look at it any longer, she tears her eyes away from his chest and sits up. As she moves to get up, a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?” His gruff voice calls out to her.

“I’m going to make tea.” She answers, trying to pry his arms away from her body but he tightens his grip.

“Do that later, it’s still early. Cuddle me.” He says playfully, nuzzling his face into her lower back. 

Any other time she would’ve played along, she loves being in his arms. However, now it means she has to face what she did to him, and she knows she’ll break down. (Y/N) can’t have that. 

“Sorry Levi, not today.” She says, keeping her voice firm. 

“You’ve been saying that a lot.” Levi grumbles, relinquishing his hold on her. She bites the inside of her cheek at his answer. She has been brushing his attempts off for any sort of affection that would make her face his scar ever since that day. The day she messed up.

“Ah well, we can’t just stay in bed Levi. We’ve got things to do.” She adds a laugh towards the end, standing up and quickly shuffling to her closet. 

“Yeah yeah..,” She hears his annoyance. It’s ironic really. Normally she was the one that makes him stay in bed a little longer, but not anymore. Now she’s eager to not face him, avoiding any chance to see her mistake. 

As she changes into her clothes, his familiar presence is behind her. She’s pulled back to his body, his face buried into her neck. She may not initiate any forms of affection towards him now, but Levi sure did. He’s been showing more of his affection through his actions lately. 

(Y/N) squeaks as she feels his lips pepper her soft skin, occasionally nibbling. 

“L-Levi…,” 

The raven haired man only hums, his teeth grazing her neck. He bites down on her sweet spot, making her gasp. She wriggles out of his hold before he could leave a bruise. A dissatisfied noise leaves his lips.

“Not now Levi...people will see it…,” she says, her back still facing him.

Levi sighs behind her. “Then give me a kiss, you could at least do that.”

There’s a pause, his words churning inside her head. She does feel bad for the things she’s doing to him, essentially pushing him away when all he’s been doing is showing her his love. She could do a kiss, just to avoid his chest. Turning around, she tranfixes her eyes on his face. Then she kisses him, soft and sweet. She makes sure to turn around after they part.

“I’m going to go to the mess hall. I’ll make you tea too.” She gets a grunt as a response.

Leaving the room the clacks of the boots fill the air as she walks down the halls. Entering the kitchen, she takes out two tea cups and prepares the beverages. Soon she holds two cups of tea in her hands. Chatter lightens the atmosphere as she walks into the mess hall. Cadets begin to thunder down the corridors, eager to get their seats and talk with their friends. She smiles at Erwin who is already seated at the table, which he returns. Setting the cups down with a clink, she retrieves two trays of food.

“How are you doing (y/n)?” The Commander questions.

“Oh I’m doing well, how about you?” She replies, digging into her meal. 

“Tired mostly. Lots of proposals to look over.”

“You can pass some of them on to me if you’d like. A tired Commander isn’t a good one.” 

“Thank you for your offer, but Levi wouldn’t allow me to dump a lot of work on you.”

“You’re right about that.” 

Speak of the man himself. Levi slides in next to her, taking his teacup by the rim. She purposely avoids his gaze. Erwin watches them closely, his lips pursued. Before he could say anything, a voice the three were all too familiar with, much to Levi’s displeasure, makes itself known. 

“Hiya everyone!” The scientist chirps, plopping herself down next to Erwin. Levi mutters under his breath.

“Hello to you Hanji.” Erwin greets.

“Hi Hanji.” (y/n)  says with a smile, happy that she’s here. At least she keeps her mind off things and helps keep a conversation going. It was beginning to get awkward with the two men.

“Aww, aren’t you going to say anything Levi?” 

“No.” Levi deadpans. 

Hanji pouts. “Oh come on.”

He drags out a sigh. “Morning”

“Such a grouch you are.” She tsks, shaking her head. She turns her attention to the other female. “Anything you can do to make him less of a grumpy old man~?” She teases, a glint in her eyes. Levi tightens his grip on the cup and (y/n)’s afraid the force of his grip will shatter the cup.

“Uhh,” She doesn’t know what to say. 

“Oooh, I see I see.” She says suggestively.

“Hanji I will cut you with a fork if you don’t stop talking.” Levi says darkly. She places a hand over his, hoping to extinguish the fire in his nerves. Thankfully it does. His grip loosens, setting the cup down.

“Now Levi, no need for unneccessary murder.” Erwin joins in. Levi rolls his eyes. 

After breakfast, the superiors were getting ready to train the cadets. While (y/n) puts on her gear for ODMG training with her squad, Levi walks towards her. Immediately she trains her eyes on the ground.

“Are you feeling okay?” He inquires, his hand grasping hers. 

She stiffly nods. “Fine.”

“You think you can lie to me?” 

He hooks two fingers under her chin, tilting her head up. Concern swirls in his ashen hues.

“Talk.” He commands.

She swallows thickly. She can’t possibly tell him what’s really bothering her.

“Just a lot of things on my mind, that’s all.” She says, attempting a smile to quell his suspicions. 

“Care to tell what those things are? You haven’t been acting yourself lately.” Levi points out.

She racks her brain for a viable excuse, but even she knows that he’ll see right through her. 

“Really, it’s nothing you should worry about. Just girl things, you know?” She tries to move away but he pulls her into his embrace. She places her hands on his chest to steady herself, her heart beating vigorously. The fabric is the only thing keeping her from touching the scar physically, but she mentally traces it in her mind. Her heart twists painfully. Oh god, she has to get out of his hold. 

“As your husband, I have a right to know what’s bothering my wife. Now spit it out.” His eyes bore into her. His patience is wearing thin.

Thankfully, a savior in the form of an exuberant brunette saves the day.

“Shorty stop keeping (y/n) to herself! She has to train the cadets!” Hanji hollers.

Levi scowls, removing his arms from her frame, (y/n)  internally sighing in relief. 

“Damn shitty glasses.” He growls. 

“You heard her, I should get going.” 

After making sure she attached all her equipment, she hurriedly leaves the shed. She feels his gaze on her as she walks to the training grounds. 

~~~~

She sighs as she enters their room, making a beeline to the bathroom. Today was exhausting and not to mention very hot. Training under the sweltering heat was not fun. Her clothes stick to her skin due to the amount of sweat she produced and she’s disgusted. Some of the cadets even passed out from heat exhaustion which worried her greatly. It’s why she ended training early so the soldiers would be okay, but others not so much. Levi’s group is still training in the hellish heat. She  prays they’ll make it out okay. 

Peeling off her uniform and tossing it in a corner, she steps inside the bathtub. She turns on the shower, allowing the cool water to run down her body and cool her off. The cooling sensation on her skin is a welcome change. Soon, the heat dies down. (Y/N) stares at the bathtub, water dripping down her hair. Now it feels icy cold, too cold. Her arms go around her body, a choked sob escaping her lips. 

It’s coming back to her.

Levi’s and (Y/n)’s squad was tasked to scout around the perimeter for any titans since a few scouts reported of titans near the walls. It was strange since it was during nighttime that they were handed this assignment and normally titan sightings are rare during the night. 

“Man, this is creepy.” Jean comments as they ride around the perimeter. Their torches are the only source of light, along with the ethereal glow of the radiant moon above in the abyss. 

“Scared, horse-face?” Eren taunts.

She notices the twitch in Levi’s eyebrow. Quickly sensing his mood, She speaks up. “Eren, Jean, please don’t fight. We are on a mission right now and messing around is uncalled for.” 

“Yes ma’am!” They yell in unison. Thankfully, they stay quiet although they threw each other dirty looks. 

“What a bunch of brats.” Levi huffs. (Y/n) chuckles a little, moving her horse so she was closer to him. She places a hand over his.

“After one more round then we can go back. Just hold on for a little longer, okay?” 

“If those two start a fight again, I’m flinging them off the wall.” 

She could only shake her head at his words. She looks around, her eyes sharp for any sort of movement.

“I don’t know what those Scouts saw, but it looks pretty clear to me.” Connie says.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen anything so far. I think they were just spooked.” Armin reasons.

“Still better to be safe than sorry.” Christa pipes in. 

After doing their last rounds and confirming that nothing was out of place, they start to ride back. Suddenly everyone stops, their heads whipping around. There’s an odd presence.

She strains her ears to pick up on anything, but all she hears are the whispers of the wind. (Y/N) unsheathes her swords, everyone else doing the same. Something is going to happen soon. The anxiety that courses through her body causes her heart rate to spike, the adrenaline priming her body for action. She gulps. 

A barrel comes out of nowhere and explodes, a huge smoke cloud covering the group. It’s so thick that she couldn’t see Levi or the others.

“Is everyone alright!?” She calls out, frantically looking for Levi.

“Take them all out!” Levi barks.

The sound of metal clashing together rings in the air. Someone appeared in front of her, their swords ready to strike but she was quicker. Evading the hit she goes for their blind spot, cutting them down easily. Blood stains the lush grass. She catches a glimpse of her husband before having to take out some other culprits. Where were they coming from?

“There are more of them!” Jean shouts.

More and more goons came out of nowhere. With more firepower, it was proving difficult to cut them all down. As she is evading a hit, someone comes up behind her. Spinning on her heel, she trips them with her leg and cuts them down, turning back around to get the second culprit. Then they start to swarm everyone. (Y/n) cries out when she’s roughly pushed down to the ground, an explosion of pain in her shoulder.

The smoke is clearing, she could make out the other soldiers and Levi. They were all getting swarmed too. Getting back on her feet she takes out as many as she could. Then she makes a mistake.

She goes in for the kill but the guy moves out of the way. Her feet turned the wrong way, so there was an opening and she noticed that a second too late. The man has a feral grin on his face, his sword position to strike her. There was nothing she could do. She stared in horror as the man was about to cut her down.

There’s a flash of in front of her. (Y/n) widens her eyes as Levi appears in front of her just as the man brings his sword down. It happened so fast. The man brought his sword down, cutting Levi across his chest. A strangled noise escapes his lips, blood gushing from his wound. In the next instance the man falls dead.

(Y/N) didn’t even realize she was screaming.

“CAPTAIN!” Everyone shrieks.

Levi staggers back, his wife catching him in his arms. She collapses to the ground, holding his body close to her. His eyes are closed and his expression is one of pain. His breathing is ragged, his head rolling to the side.

“Levi! Levi, answer me please! Levi!” She cries out. 

Oh god the blood, there was so much blood. His blood. She takes off her cloak and wraps it around his body, hoping to stop the blood flow. The crimson stains her clothes and hands. She trembles uncontrollably, screaming at him to wake up. Tears cascade down her cheeks, falling onto his skin. 

“What do we do!?” Someone says and she wishes she has an answer. Her mind isn’t working, the gears malfunctioning. 

She sees a sliver of his ashen hues. “Levi!” her desperate plea rings out in the air.

“You..okay?” He manages to speak before squeezing his eyes shut again, a groan leaving his mouth. He’s asking if she’s fine when he’s the one with the wound? 

“Eren, Jean, help me get Levi on my horse! We’re going straight back!” She yells out, her voice strained. His body is growing cold. 

The boys do as they’re told and everyone quickly rushes back to HQ. Time is ticking for her husband and she’s never been more afraid in her life. Being held at gunpoint? Not even close. In the jaws of a titan? Perhaps, but still no. 

She positioned Levi to be in front of her, his head resting on her shoulder. She keeps her hands on his hips to steady him. Her heart is pounding, the sound ringing in her ears. Levi moans in pain, digging his face into her shoulder.

“Please, hold on.” Her voice cracks.

“(y/n)…,” his voice is slurred.

“We’re getting help, just hang on.” Her bottom lip quiver, a few stray tears sliding down her cheek.

She nearly broke down the door to the infirmary while Jean and Eren helped carry Levi in. She could only sit down with her head in her hands as she let the doctors work. God she was terrified. His blood was still on her clothes. The scene kept replaying in her mind, how he just jumped in front of her with no hesitation. It was tearing her apart.

A nurse comes out of the room. (Y/N) stands up, a hopeful look on her face. 

“He’s alright. Needs lots of rest though.”

She lets out the biggest sigh of relief. “May...I see him?” She asks slowly, each word heavier than the last. The nurse nods, moving out of the way for her.

(Y/N) walks inside the room and her breath hitches. It almost looks like he’s sleeping, a tranquil look on his face. Her eyes trail down to his chest, seeing the bloody bandages. She did that to him. Her legs give out when she reaches the bed. Laying her head on his stomach, rivers stream down her face.

“I’m sorry...oh god I’m so sorry..,” (Y/n) chants, the words filling the empty air. 

Her tears mix with the water, falling into the tub. She digs her fingers into her skin. It’s all her fault. He nearly died because of her. (Y/N)furiously rubs away the tears, but more continue to fall like rain falling from the sky. She tenses when she hears the bathroom door open, followed by the sound of rustling clothes. Snatching a bar of soap she washes herself. The curtain is pulled back, Levi standing behind her. 

“It was so fucking hot outside.” Levi mutters.

“Y-Yeah, it was.” 

She keeps looking down at the tub, rubbing the soap over her body. She squeaks when she feels his arms go around her waist, pulling her back to his chest. The soap nearly slips from her grasp. She puts it down to the side. (Y/N) gulps, feeling the roughness of the scar on her back. 

“You’re tense, did the brats do anything?” Levi hums, pressing his hands on her shoulders.

“No, they were fine.” She tries to keep her voice steady.

“Then what’s the reason?”

“It’s just the heat, making me feel all sorts of things. By the way, you shouldn’t have trained your team so hard in the heat.” She lightly scolds him, hoping to distract herself.

“They need to learn how to survive these kinds of conditions.” He reasons, his nose tracing her neck. His warmth breath sends shivers down her spine. His lips press against her skin, his fingers tracing patterns on her stomach. Her knees wobble, his touch making her melt. 

“It’s been some time since I had you to myself..,” He murmurs, his tongue tracing her ear.

“L-Levi…,” (Y/N) stutters. She won’t deny that she has missed these moments.

He spins her around and slams his lips onto hers. She grips his biceps as he kisses her deeply. Her eyes are closed, preventing her from seeing the mark. He releases her, pressing a thumb against her lips. Kissing her again, one arm slips around her waist while the other tangles itself in her wet locks. Losing herself in him, her hands knot themselves in his hair. They slide down his neck and then she freezes when her fingers make contact with the rough patch of skin on his right shoulder. Noticing this, Levi pulls away, his eyebrows furrowed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I…,” She doesn’t know what to say. She feels the tears again, the dam waiting to burst. 

“Hey, talk to me.” He speaks softly, cradling her face gently. 

“I...don’t feel good..,” She breathes, averting her gaze. It wasn't an entire lie. 

“Let’s get you to bed then.” 

Levi stops the water and steps out of the tub. She watches the droplet splash onto the tub, breathing deeply. It was her first time touching the scar and it tore her up. It’s nothing like his other scars on his body. It’s the scar that shouldn’t belong. 

Within minutes he returns, a large towel in his hands. Wordlessly he covers her with the towel, bringing her out of the tub. Gripping the fabric tightly, she allows Levi to dry her hair with a smaller towel. He’s so attentive towards her, his eyes flickering to meet hers every now and then.

God did it hurt, it’s like a chain coiling around her heart. 

He hands her clothes which she quickly puts on. (Y/N) gasps when he sweeps her off her feet, her arms instinctively going around his neck. He briskly walks into their room, gently laying her down on the bed. 

“Rest. If you need me, I’ll be in my office.” Levi says, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“..Thank you.” She whispers.

Levi goes into his office, leaving the door ajar. She shakily exhales, closing her eyes. Turning over to her side, she silently cries. 

~~~~~

She really couldn’t stay in the same room as him. (Y/N) would wake up way earlier than usual to start her day and keep herself busy, an impressive fear knowing how early Levi wakes up. Every time she was in the same room as Levi, she would make up some excuse and leave. He would always try to ask her what’s wrong but she manages to get away from him. She did everything she could to avoid him. The second she sees Levi, everything comes back to her. The blood, the pain, the guilt, the scar. It takes all her willpower not to break down. 

(Y/N)  briskly walks down the halls, the clacks of her boots filling in the air. She needed to get her black straps for ODMG training and thankfully Levi’s at a meeting. Entering their room, she rummages through her things. “Now where did I put those straps…,” She says to herself. 

She was so absorbed at the task at hand she failed to hear the door opening. Her eyes light up when she finds the item, clutching them in her hands. When she turns around her eyes widen, the straps fall to the floor with a thud. 

Levi leans against the doorway, a bored expression on his face.

“Levi, you’re here.” She says in a high pitched voice. 

“Meeting ended early.” He responds simply, his gaze boring into her.

“Ah well, I should be goin-”

“Stop with that bullshit, you’re not going anywhere this time.” He snaps harshly. He walks up to her, hooking his fingers under her chin and forcing her to look at him.

“You intentionally look away from me, don’t do any sort of affection towards me anymore, and now you’re avoiding me.” His voice raises a few octaves. (Y/N) still says nothing. Levi grits his teeth. “Dammit, what the hell is wrong?! You’re not telling me anything!” Concern swirls in his eyes as he searches her face for answers. 

She bites her lips, tears pricking at the corner of her eyes. Something bubbles in the back of her throat but she pushes it down. 

“Please, tell me what’s wrong so I can help you. I hate seeing you like this…,” He says in a whisper, moving his hands to cup her cheeks. 

“The only thing that’s wrong is me!” She cries out, ripping his hands away from her. He looks at her in shock at her outburst. Moving a few steps back, she pulls at her hair. Tears begin to flow down her cheeks.

“What are you-”

“Because of my dumb mistake, I gave you that scar!” She explodes, her voice bouncing off the walls. She looks at him with blurred vision, her finger shakily pointing at him. “Because of me, you always have that as a reminder, a hideous scar that doesn’t belong on your body. You never deserved that Levi...but because of me, you…,” 

(Y/N) breathes heavily, her lungs burning like she just ran a marathon. Zapped of all energy, she slowly sinks to the floor, hands covering her head. “God I’m so sorry...I’m so sorry I gave that to you…,” She chants to herself.

She hears the rustling of clothing. Peeking through the gaps of her fingers, she sees him taking off his cravat and tan jacket. Then off goes his shirt. She shuts her eyes.

“Look at me.” 

“I can’t.” She says in a meek voice. He walks up to her, crouching to her level.

“Look at me.” He orders again.

Something about his voice compels her. With a shuddering breath, she removes her hands from her face, opening her eyes. Her initial reaction is to close her eyes again but the way Levi looks at her makes her keep them open. Swallowing thickly, her eyes follow the mark, stopping at his left hip. It makes her feel choked up with emotion.

“I do not regret my decision for doing what I did.” He takes her hand.

“W-Why?” 

Levi places her hand over his heart. The vibrations of his steady heart beat travels through the nerves of her fingertips. 

“I will do anything to protect you, the woman I love.” He says sincerely, his ashen hues reflecting genuine love for her. The only time he lets his walls down was when he was with her.

She cries even more at his statement. “Y-You could’ve died.”

“But I didn’t. I’d do it a thousand times if it meant keeping you safe.” He lost too many people in his life, he wasn’t going to lose her, not if he could do something.

God this man loves her so much that it makes her heart clench She launches herself at him, embracing him tightly. Her shoulders shake as more sobs rack her body, her face pressed against his chest. Levi returns the hug, his arms like a safe haven for her. 

“That scar...it’s nothing more than proof of what lengths I’ll go for you. It’s a small price to pay for your safety.” He murmurs.

“I love you...,I love you so much.”  (y/n) says, moving her head back and kissing him hard, pouring all her emotions into that kiss. His thumb brushes against her cheek, responding with equal passion. They rest their foreheads together after they part, gazing into each other’s eyes. 

“You should’ve told me about this sooner instead of pulling this stunt.”

“Yeah..I’m sorry about it all.” she sheepishly looks away.

“What’s done is done. Come to me whenever you have a problem, I am your husband. Rely on me (Y/n), I’m here for you.” 

A smile stretches across her face. “And I’m your wife.” It makes her giddy every time they say those words. His lips twitch. He stands up, helping her up. They lay down on the bed, Levi propping his head up with one arm. (Y/n) stares at the mark, her hand hesitantly reaching out to touch it but retracts.

“Go ahead.” He encourages her. 

“Does it still hurt?” She questions, worry in her eyes. 

“Not anymore.”

Her fingers brush against his right shoulder, where the scar starts. He watches her intently as her fingers travel down his scar. With a half lidded gaze, she leans forward and kisses his chest, right where his heart would be.

“I love you.” She says once more.

They share another tender kiss. “I love you too,” Levi says softly, closing the gap.

He rolls her onto her back, him hovering above her. Her hands roam his body, feeling the scar several times. It’s going to take a while for her to get used to it, but in time she will. For now, all she could focus on is Levi kissing her passionately, a prelude of what is about to transpire as they continue.

This could be a request or not depending on how much time you have 😅 but for your information, yes, I am thinking Tom giving y/n hickies on her neck like the night before a bunch of interviews the next day and she's like, "Are you serious?" and he's like "I couldn't resist, I just love you so much!" and when y/n shows up the next day wearing a turtleneck after she told Zendaya that she would be wearing a dress Z immediately gets suspicious and figures it out bc I feel like she's like that 😅😂

Hehehe I haven’t written anything smutty lately and I miss it. So thank you for requesting this anon, much love to you🥰 Ugh, the thought of this gave me butterflies in my stomach😭 Happy reading!❤️

Also, little note for everyone who’s sending me requests! Yes, I see all of them! Part of the reason why I haven’t done some of them yet is because I have to think of concepts on how to execute them properly. So bear with me, love you all🥰

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Love Bug

My soft boi🥺

Warnings: implied smut

(Gif from Pinterest)

The AC in your bedroom was just not doing you justice. The Californian heat was at an all time high today and has transformed you home into an Easy Bake oven. Though you were probably exaggerating, your thin crewneck sweater still clung onto your skin, making you uncomfortable. Peeling the sweater off your body, you toss it into your laundry basket. You’re left in a tank top and some lounging shorts as you sprawl yourself out on your bed. The coolness of the comforter bringing your body some relief from the heat.

Sinking into the sheets, the hustle and bustle of the day finally hits you. You’ve had a long day of press with your cast mates, promoting the movie you were all in, Spider-Man: Far From Home. You loved your job, but the press tours could just be so tiring. You were forced to wake up early in the morning and sit in a room for how many hours of the day to only be asked the same questions (most of the time). Though press tours did have its pros, meeting fans around the world and traveling to new countries was something you always looked forward to.

Marvel being Marvel, they always had to make it big. For the last few weeks you have all been traveling around the world, tired but nonetheless having an amazing time. Thankfully, this was the last stop of the press tour, California. You were back in your own bed and your boyfriend was staying with you for the time being.

You were on your phone, going through Instagram and looking at various photos that were taken today during today’s press engagements. You’ve even made your own contribution and posted your own batch of selfies and funny videos.

The door to the connected bathroom in your room opens and reveals your boyfriend. Your eyes break their focus on your phone and shift to the man in front of you. You smile and turn your phone off giving him all your attention. A smile forms on his own lips as he crawls up the bed to join you.

“Missed you all day.” He whispers against your skin, placing his head on your chest. His arms are wrapped around your figure, one leg hooked over yours. You move the hood of his sweatshirt from over his head and began to run your hands through his hair.

“Mmm, I missed you too.” He cuddles closer to your chest, arms tightening around you. His eyes momentarily shut, basking in your soothing motions.

“How was your day with Jake?” You ask him. As much as Tom wanted to do press with you, he was stuck doing them with Jake, while you did your interviews with Z and Jacob. Tom enjoyed having his interviews with Jake, but he missed being near you, even if you were just a room away.

Tom shifts so his lips are near the skin of your exposed neck. He hums against you before his lips come into contact with the soft surface. He had been tempted to mark you up all day. You wore a beautiful spring dress with a low neckline that displayed the skin of your neck. All he wanted to do was scatter red and purple love bites all over you, letting the world know you were his.

You gasp as he nips on the space between your neck and shoulder. “Interviews were good, but I just couldn’t get you out my head.” He slots himself between your legs and presses you down into the mattress.

“Teasing me with the pretty little dress of yours. Just wanted to kiss you and mark you up.” He says huskily against your neck. His breath sent shivers down your spine as goosebumps formed on your skin. His mouth sucks harder on the spot, teeth nipping gently, while his tongue soothed the bruising spot. He moved up so one of his hands are holding him up beside your head while his other strokes your side.

“Baby, we have an early morning tomorrow.” You didn’t want him to stop, but it was currently 2am and you were both expected to be awake by 6am.

His lips have made their way to the other side of you neck, pressing light kisses that turned to open mouthed ones. You giggle gently pulling him away from your neck so you can look him in the eyes.

“Babyyy.” He whines trying to shove his head back into the spot. A pout is on his lips, which were now a darker shade of pink from how much he was sucking on your skin.

“Tom, we need to be up at six.” You reminded him. Tom leans closer a boyish grin now on his expression. You couldn’t help but kiss him back when his lips captured yours. You feel him smirk against you as he pulls away.

The hand on your side moves to cradle the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. “We’ll be quick, I just wanna feel you. Please?”

You stare at him for a moment as his hand drifts down your body and by your shorts. Excitement swirls in your belly as his fingers get closer to your growing heat. He kisses your cheek as his hand slips past the band of your shorts to cup your mound. The wetness brings a smirk to his face as his dark eyes gaze into yours.

“Baby, look how wet you are.” He praises you as he moves your panties aside and dips his fingers into your wetness. You sigh, eyes slightly rolling back as his fingers spread your wetness on your folds.

“Fine, but—“ You bring your finger to point again him, “No marks on my neck, I’m wearing a dress tomorrow with a low cut again.”

Tom nods connecting your lips again, “Don’t worry, don’t worry, I’ll be careful.” He assures you before diving his head back into your neck.

~next morning~

You enter the bathroom, tying your hair up to keep it away from your face. You turn the shower on and wait for the water to warm up. While you wait you take a look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes widen when you get a glimpse of you neck. You gasp out loud as you see the sides of your neck with red bruises with hints of purple on them. You had them on both sides of your neck and a small one almost on the center of your throat.

“TOM!” You yell, your voice echoing in the bathroom. There was some rustling behind the door before it was yanked open. Tom entered in nothing but his boxers looking disheveled, hair pointing in all types of direction and his eyes barely open.

“What happened?” His voice was raspy, something that usually made you swoon but right now you couldn’t even focus on it.

You turn to him, aggressively pointing to your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful!” You mock him, repeating what he said to you last night before he railed you into the mattress.

Tom’s eyes widen as well before he cringed. To be fair, you did warn him. He just didn’t know how to hold back when it came to you. He cautiously approaches you a sheepish grin on his face.

“I know it looks bad..” he begins. You shoot him a look, “Are you serious right now? Tom it looks like an octopus strangled me!”

Tom moves back to look at you, “Well you weren’t complaining last night.” You shoot him another look and he nods knowing you were annoyed with him at the moment. He stands behind you looking at the mirror you were both in front of. His arms wrap around your torso as he tries to soften you up.

“I’m sorry, I just love you so much and I couldn’t resist it. I love making love to you and I just get so lost in it and I know you warned me too, I’m sorry.” He apologizes hugging you from behind. You could tell he actually felt bad by the genuine look in his eyes. You sigh leaning back into him and resting your hands above his, interlocking your fingers.

“I forgive you, it happens.” You mumble, head trying to come up with ways to cover up your neck. “How do I even cover this up?”

Tom looks at your neck through the mirror, “Makeup will work right? Just put on some concealer or that color corrector thing you use.”

You nod at his suggestion. “That’ll work for a few hours, but makeup wears off. What if I accidentally wipe it off?”

Tom pursed his lips together in thought, “You could ask Laura to bring you something with a turtleneck.”

“It’ll barely move and your neck will be covered the entire time.” He suggests.

“Yeah, it’ll probably work. I just hope she hasn’t left yet, I should text her.” You move from Tom’s hold and turn the shower off. Before you leave the bathroom, Tom pulls you into a hug again. His face nuzzles against your hair, “I’m sorry, again.”

You smile and stroke his back, “I told you I forgive you, it’s ok love.” You pull away and peck his lips. Tom smiles and leans down to kiss your shoulder. Something he always did when you guys were having a moment. Instantly, you jump back and push him off, “Get your fucking lips away from my neck. I don’t need anymore hickies right now.”

~later~

Your stylist, Laura, ended up bringing you a stunning white dress that stopped above your knees. It was short sleeved, hugged your curves perfectly, and had a turtleneck that covered your neck. She gave you a pair of leather knee high boots which pulled the look together. Your hair was curled, pulled back into a half up and down style while short strands of hair framed your face. Compared to the panic you felt when your first saw the hickies, you were relieved when you saw yourself in the mirror again an hour later. You felt like a modern Go Go Girl as you admired your outfit.

You arrived at the hotel where all the interviews were being held. You make your rounds of greeting everyone, saving Z and Jacob last since you’ll be with them the whole day. You enter the room and see the two of them already sitting in front of the cameras. Jacob spots you first, “Aye! Good morning!”

You smile and walk up to them, giving them both hugs. When you pull away from Z she gives you a look. Her eyes scan you from head to toe, squinting at your dress.

“Weren’t you just complaining that yesterday was too hot? Why are you in a turtleneck?” She interrogates you. You smile nervously at her while you settle in the seat on the other side of Jacob.

“Um, you know, it’s a bit chilly today.” You lie. Jacob eyes you as well catching on Z’s point.

“(Y/n), it’s 95 degrees outside.” He tells you eyes panning around the room. Zendaya smirks leaning forward to get a better look at you, “I think someone was busy last night.”

“No, I wasn’t. I had a very nice sleep, thank you very much.” You sweetly smile at her crossing your arms.

Jacob snickers beside you, “I bet you did.”

“I guess Thomas couldn’t keep his hands off you last night.” She teased, exposing you.

“Or his mouth.” Jacob quickly adds smirking. Your cheeks get flustered squeezing your eyes shut. Jacob and Z burst out laughing at Jacob’s comment.

“I don’t even have a come back, blame Tom.” You throw your hands up in the air giving up. Z calms down and leans over Jacob to rest a hand on your knee.

“Hey, it’s ok, man. If I were Tom, I wouldn’t keep my hands off you either.” She tells you jokingly, helping you get over the embarrassment of wearing a turtleneck. You catch on and wink at her, “Aye, say less.” Your hand resting on top of hers.

Jacob puts his hands up looking shocked, “What did I just walk into? I—I gotta go.” He pretends to shove your hands away and gets up from his seat.

“I’m telling Tom about the sexual tension I felt in this room.” He yells over his shoulder as he walks out the room. You and Z look at each other amused, “Is he actually?”

Z shrugged, “Honestly, he’s probably getting some water. He was thirsty.”

The two of you catch up with each other. Talking about the press tour and what you were both planning on wearing for the premiere. You were in the middle of describing your dress when Tom bursts into the room with Jacob trailing behind him.

“STAY AWAY FROM MY WOMAN.”

Hi! I love your stories! Can I req a story where Paddy has the biggest celebrity crush on you, and when Tom introduced you to his family, Paddy tried to get your attention all the time. It was cute at first but Tom later on gets jealous. Thank you!

Thank you! I love this idea. I made it way too long so I separated it into two posts.

My Girl

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: everyone finds Paddys crush on your adorable. Everyone but Tom.

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The Holland boys had always been quite fond of you.

You were a child actor, and they grew up watching you on screen. The quickest way to stop them from screaming, crying, and running around was to put on a movie of yours. Like bugs to a light, the boys would circle around the TV and watch you with wide eyes and total silence. You were their Wendy, and they were your Lost Boys. Dom and Nikki would almost tear up with laughter when they saw their boys stare at you with awestruck expressions. It was like they were in a trance, watching your every move without blinking until you were off screen. Of course, a group of boys doesn’t stay quiet for long. There would be fights over who liked you more, who’d you like more, and who would be the one to marry you. Marriage, of course, being the ultimate goal for young boys in love. These fights always ended in tears, and Sam and Harry backing down. Paddy, a little too young to talk but plenty old enough to scream, would throw a tantrum until Tom gave up and let him win.

“I’m gonna marry Y/n.” Tom declare.

“No, me.” Paddy would yell and slam his little fists on the couch.

“She won’t marry you! You’re just a baby.” Tom stuck out his tongue.

“No.” Paddy would scream.

“Tom, don’t upset your brother.” Nikki’d call from the other room.

“But I want to marry Y/n.” Tom would whine. “Paddy is just a baby!”

“Thomas.” Nikki’d say sternly. “I’m going to count to three. Just tell him he can marry her so he won’t cry.”

“But-“ Tom would protest.

“No buts.” Nikki interrupted. “Tell him.”

“You can marry Y/n.” Tom grumbled.

“Good job. Now hug it out.”

As the boys got older, their feelings for you changed. You had gotten older too, and they took notice. Sam and Harry had lost their puppy love for you, claiming to be too mature to fawn over some girl. They stopped thinking you were the prettiest girl in the world, and started making comments that you were hot, as boys do. But that didn’t mean they didn’t see each and every one of your new movies, no matter how “lame” they said it looked. Tom, being the oldest of the bunch and your age, grew up with you. He noticed the baby face he fell in love with changing into the face of a beautiful teen, then young adult. He was a kid when you were a kid, a teen when you were a teen, and in his early twenties when you were. This left a special place in his heart for you. He didn’t have the puppy love anymore either, but a more mature, adult love. He admired your work, but differently now. He was an established actor himself, and was able to recognize the hard work you put into your job, and appreciate how you’d been doing it from such a young age. He prayed for the day you and him were cast as love interests in a movie. He hoped to see you at every award show, audition, and party, but your paths never crossed.

And then there was Paddy. Paddy was significantly younger than his brothers. They grew up, and you became more of a celebrity crush to them. But Paddy was a young boy with a big imagination. The age difference didn’t occur to him. The fact that you’d never met didn’t matter. He was wholly convinced you’d be married one day. He adored you. He’d watch your movies, even the girly ones, with the same awestruck expression as when he was little. He was enchanted by you. The way you moved, the way you spoke, everything. He had your picture as his background, your name as his password, and every fact about you engraved in his brain. In his mind, he was in love with you, what his 15 year old self knew love to be.

“Aww, look what’s on.” Nikki said nostalgically when she flipped through the channels of the television and found an old movie of yours. It was around a holiday, and a rare time when all her boys were home. “You boys used to watch this all the time when you were little.”

“Whatever.” Sam grumbled into his cereal, but managed to sneak a few glances at you when his mom wasn’t looking.

“We only watched it because Sam fancied her.” Harry snorted.

“You fancied her too.” Sam elbowed his brother, not realizing he just admitted to his secret love for you.

“Did not!” Harry protested.

“Did too!” Sam retorted.

“Did not.” Harry said again. “And who cares anyway? Tom still fancies her. He thinks they’re gonna play Romeo and Juliet one day and fall in love.”

“You’re just jealous because she said in an interview that she liked my movies.” Tom replied, too above the fighting to care.

“She said she liked Infinity War.” Paddy cut in. “She didn’t specifically say she liked you.”

“At least she knows I exist, and I’m not just some 11 year old kid in love with her.” Tom shot back, losing his cool. There was still a bigger resentment between the the oldest and the youngest boy over you.

“I’m 12!” Paddy slammed his hands on the table.

“Boys!” Nikki gasped. “Are you seriously still fighting over Y/n at your ages?”

“He started it!” They all yelled in unison.

“I’m tired of this. From now on, no one mentions Y/n, okay? No more fighting over that girl.” Nikki’d held up her hands, meaning she meant business.

So from then on, you weren’t mentioned.

Until one fateful, fateful day.

“Spider-Man!” Tom heard a sweet voice behind him as he made his way back to his seat at the Emmys two years later. He turned around and looked around for who the voice belonged to, until his eyes landed on you.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief. There you were. In person, not on a screen. After so many years of watching you and admiring you, Tom was at a loss for words. You picked up the train of your dress and hurried over to him.

“Hi.” You laughed in excitement as you pulled Tom into a friendly hug. He froze before wrapping his arms around you, careful of your gown. He couldn’t believe he wasn’t only speaking to you, but holding you. You’d been a fantasy, a mere dream, his whole life. You let out a happy sigh and brushed a curl away from your perfectly done up face. “I can’t believe we’re actually meeting. I’m such a big fan.”

“You’re a fan of me?” Tom sputtered. He looked around, expecting to see Ellen DeGeneres somewhere with a camera in an attempt to prank him. He didn’t see anyone, and realized this was actually happening. You actually came up to him. “I’ve been watching your movies my entire life. Your first movie was the first move I ever saw.” Tom admitted with a bashful smile.

“Really?” You smiled as if he’d just given you a compliment, which unknown to him, he had. “Because we’re the same age right?”

“Yeah, we are.” Tom said, shocked you knew his age.

“That’s so cute.” You giggled, making Tom laugh as well. “I’m so glad we’re getting a chance to meet. I love you in the Marvel movies. And you were so cute in In the Heart of the Sea. I wish you’d wear your curls more.”

“You’ve seen my non marvel movies?” Tom practically gasped, suddenly very aware of his straightened hair.

“Well duh.” You laughed. “You’re like my favorite actor.”

“You’re my favorite actor too.” Tom said sincerely. “I-I think you’re incredible.” You gave Tom a warm smile.

“Do you want to exchange numbers maybe?” You asked shyly. “The cameras are gonna start recording soon and I’d rather not having dating rumors flying when we’re just getting to know each other. Because I want to get to know you, Tom. As more than just my favorite actor.”

“I’d love that.” Tom said. He nervously took his phone out of his pocket and handed it to you. You took it and entered your number into it.

“There. Text me during the speeches. They’re so boring.” You let out a breathy laugh. You laughed a lot, Tom noticed. And he liked it. He really liked it.

“Where are you sitting?” Tom asked, making a bold decision.

“Over by Hugh Jackman.” You pointed your thumb and then rubbed your nails on your shoulder and pretended to yawn. “No biggie.”

“Did you-would you, maybe…” Tom stuttered.

“Want to sit together?” You finished for him.

“I was gonna get there.” Tom defended with a smile, making your scrunch your nose. “But yes, would you like to sit with me?”

“I actually have a better idea.” You quipped.

You didn’t sit together that night.

You left the Emmys all together, and ended up talking all night in a dinner. Tom was still in his suit, and you were still in your gown, but it was perfect. You shared a plate of French fries, and later, a kiss.

The rest is history.

“Tommy?” You asked as you laced your fingers through his, your head resting against his heart. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, darling.” Tom said, nuzzling his nose into your hair.

“Are you ashamed of me?” You asked, much to his surprise.

“What?” Tom sputtered shocked at your accusation. “No. Never. Why would you ask that?”

“It’s just, we’ve been dating for almost a year and you haven’t introduced me to your brothers. Yeah, I’ve met your parents a bunch, but not once have I met any of your brothers. I think I saw Sam getting into his car once, and that’s it. Do they even know about me?” You asked sadly. You’d met Dom and Nikki about three months in, when things got serious between you and Tom. Nikki was absolutely thrilled to see the two of you together. You didn’t know the full extent of Toms life long love for you, and Nikki was all too quick to spill it. She beamed every time you two held hands or used a pet name. Dom was just happy to see his son end up with such a great girl. Since then, you went on weekly shopping dates with Nikki and attended Dom’s stand up shows whenever you could. You were close with them, very close. But still had not once met a brother.

“Well-I…no. No, I haven’t.” Tom admitted, disappointing even himself.

“Why not?” You pried, a little hurt that they didn’t even know you were in Toms life. “Is there something wrong with me? Do you not them to know about me? About us?”

“Love.” Tom sat up and looked you in the eyes. You looked upset, but like you were keeping your emotions inside. Tom felt guilt seep into his heart. “I’m not ashamed of you. It’s the opposite actually. My brothers, they love you. Especially Paddy. And I really love you too. I don’t want to bring you home and have them get all weird about it.”

“Why would they get weird?” You asked.

“I know my brothers, okay? Harry and Sam would act like they’re too cool to care, but then probably invite all their friends over to brag about you. You don’t want a bunch of twenty year old guys vying for you attention. Hell, I don’t want a bunch of twenty year old guys vying for you attention. And Paddy,” Tom sighed. “Paddy would probably spontaneously combust. He’s been in love with you since he was in diapers. He’d kill me if he found out we were dating.”

“Tommy, I don’t think your 15 year old brother is going to kill you over a girl.” You chuckled lightly.

“Then darling, you don’t know my 15 year old brother.” Tom laughed. “I mean it. He’d freak out. He’d try to steal you from me.”

“Well I think it’s safe to say that he wouldn’t succeed.” You smiled as you rolled on top of Tom. He pressed a kiss to your lips and flopped his head onto the pillow. “Please let me meet them? I want to know your family. I want to know where you came from and who you grew up with. I promise it won’t be as weird as you think it’ll be.”

“And I promise you that it will be.” Tom said through his teeth.

“Please?” You asked, looking at him through your eyelashes. He held out as long as he could before a dopey smile lit up his face. He had caved.

“How can I say no to you?” Tom smiled.

And so, you found yourself hiding behind a wall in Toms childhood home as he broke the news to his brothers.

“As some of you may know, I’ve been seeing someone. We’ve been together for ten months, and I love her very dearly.” Tom began.

“Mate, no one cares.” Harry said, trying to see past Tom to the TV.

“Bug off.” Sam muttered, also attempting to see around Tom.

“As I was saying, I have a girlfriend.” Tom said, slightly annoyed that his brothers weren’t paying attention. They’d be pay attention when they saw who it was, that’s for sure. “A serious one. She’s met mum and dad, and now she wants to meet you, though I have no idea why.”

“I’m gonna be really mugged off if you’ve interrupted our game to talk about some girl.” Harry said, moving the headset away from his mouth so his friends wouldn’t hear.

“She’s not some girl.” Tom said through gritted teeth. “You actually know her. Just, don’t freak out, okay? Act normal? I love this girl and I don’t want you buttwads messing it up.”

“Whatever mate.” Sam waved his hand. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Okay.” Tom sighed and looked at the wall you were hiding behind. “Y/n? Come on out.”

“Huh?” Paddy said and whipped his head around. You came out from behind the wall with a shysmile and a friendly wave. Sam and Harry looked shocked, then burst out laughing when they saw Paddy’s reaction. Paddy was frozen, jaw dropped and eyes wide, like the bug to the light. Harry couldn’t stop himself from applauding.

“Oh Tom.” He laughed. “You’ve really outdone yourself. This was well worth my time.”

“I can’t believe you got Y/n all the way out here to prank Paddy.” Sam laughed and gave Paddy a gentle shove. Paddy snapped back to reality and looked at you in amazement.

“Actually, it’s not a prank.” You laughed, a little awkwardly and interlaced your fingers with Toms hand. Paddy’s eyes fell to your hands, and felt his body fill with pure teenage rage. His life long idol was standing in his living room, holding hands with his brother.

“You…” Paddy lifted a weak finger and pointed it at your hands. You and Tom nodded, only making Harry and Sam laugh harder.

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys.” You spoke up. “I had to beg Tom to let me. He thought it’d be weird but I think this is going great.”

“You wanted to meet me?” Paddy asked in disbelief, disregarding the rest of your statement. Tom gave him a strange look.

“Oh is absolutely brilliant.” Sam declared. “Greatest day of my life.”

“Paddy is having a stroke.” Harry said between laughs.

“Am not.” Paddy defended, harshly. “Just surprised, is all.”

“Are you two actually together? Like a proper couple?” Sam turned back to you.

“We are.” You confirmed. Harry and Sam looked impressed. Paddy looked furious.

“Why him?” Paddy blurted, making everyone look at him. You were surprise, Tom was annoyed, and Sam and Harry were having a ball. “I mean, you’re the most beautiful girl in the entire world. You could do a lot better than Tom. You could have anyone.”

Harry and Sam doubled over on the couch at his words.

“Thanks Paddy.” Tom said sarcastically. “I love you too.”

“He’s so cute.” You gushed to Tom, who rolled his eyes. You turned to Paddy and gave him a smile. “Thank you for saying that, sweetheart, but I love Tom. I don’t want anyone else.”

“He brings up a good point though.” Sam pointed out. “Y/n, you can tell us if you’re being held hostage. You don’t have to be in this relationship anymore.”

“I’m not being held hostage.” You smiled as Tom shot daggers at his brother. “I’m actually the one who kissed him.”

“Gross!” Paddy exclaimed, the rage returning at full speed.

“Where did you two lovebirds meet?” Hardy pressed, learning his head on his hands.

“The Emmys.” You answered. “I went up to Tom and told him how much I admired him.”

“You what?” Paddy sputtered. “Him?”

“This just keeps getting better and better.” Sam said, giving Harry a high five.

“And how long did you say you were together?” Harry continued.

“Ten months.” Tom answered proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Ten months?!” Paddy almost shouted.

“God, I wish I had this on camera.” Sam cried.

“I think we’ve had enough for today.” Tom said when he saw the situation getting out of hand. “Y/n and I are going out now. See you all later.”

“It was nice meeting you!” You called as Tom ushered you out the door.

“Did that just happen?” Paddy asked is disbelief. He couldn’t wrap his head around it, chalking the situation up to be nothing but a nightmare.

“You mean is Tom dating your dream girl? Yep.” Harry confirmed with a devilish smile.

“What does she see in him?” Paddy said with disgust.

“Maybe there’s something wrong with her.” Sam shrugged.

“There’s nothing wrong with her.” Paddy was quick to your defense. “She’s perfect.”

“Yeah. She is.” Harry agreed. “She’s also dating Tom.”

“Bleh.” Paddy grimaced. He shrunk down in his seat and folded his arms. All he could do was wait to see you again.

“I’m home.” Tom called as he entered his childhood home. Paddy came bounding into the room with an ecstatic smile.

“Oh.” Paddy said when he only saw Tom in the doorway. “It’s just you.”

“Sorry to disappoint.” Tom said sarcastically as he stripped off his jacket.

“Where’s Y/n?” Paddy practically whined.

“I just dropped her off at home.” Tom told him, a little glad you weren’t there for Paddy to gawk at.

“You mean she didn’t want to eat dinner with us?” Harry called sarcastically from the other room.

“I can only imagine why.” Sam echoed.

“Why didn’t she come back here?” Paddy asked in disappointment.

“Maybe because I live with a bunch of HOOLIGANS,” Tom shouted the last word, “who don’t know how to behave.”

“I behaved.” Paddy folded his arms again.

“You just stared at her and asked why she was with me.” Tom pointed out.

“That’s a valid reaction.” Paddy held up his hands in defense.

“No it’s not.” Toms voice came out as a squeak. It was just as he suspected. They were getting weird.

“Come on Tom!” Paddy whined. “You just randomly dropped the bomb on us that you’ve been dating my idol for ten months. How was I supposed to react? You know I’ve loved her all my life.”

Before Tom could respond, Nikki called from the kitchen that dinner was ready. After dinner, and a few too many jaffa cakes, Paddy was bouncing up and down on the sofa in excitement.

“She called me cute!” He said through his ragged breathing. “Did you hear that Tom? She said I was cute. Did you hear it?”

“Yes.” Tom grumbled, not paying his little brother any attention.

“And you see when she called me sweetheart?” Paddy continued.

“Yes.” Tom said in the same tone.

“And how she said she was begging to meet me?” Paddy reminisced.

“Yes.” Tom said, a little louder.

“How hard did she beg? Did she want to meet all of us or just me? What did she say?” Paddy was begging to get on Toms nerves.

“Don’t get too excited.” Tom shot his brother down. “She wanted to meet everyone.”

“Did you hear that mum? She wanted to meet me.” Paddy exclaimed.

“That’s not what I said.” Tom grouched. He knew Paddy would react this way.

“Well, I think you did the right thing, baby.” Nikki smiled as she rubbed her thumb on Toms cheek. “I’m glad she finally met your brothers and got along with them so well.”

“If she got along with Harry, then she’s a keeper.” Dom remarked, glancing up from his newspaper.

“Why don’t you invite her over for dinner tomorrow?” Nikki suggested. “It can be our first meal as a family.”

“We’re not married, mum.” Tom laughed. “Not yet, anyway.”

“You guys won’t get married.” Paddy said, climbing off the couch and taking his seat at the table.

“Yeah, buddy, we will.” Tom told his little brother in the calmest way possible. “We’ve talked about getting married. I’ve even looked at rings. I’m just waiting for the right time to get one.”

“There’s no way you’re gonna marry Y/n. She’s-shes too good for you.” Paddy was getting visible upset. “She’s perfect. She can’t marry you.”

“Paddy, yes she can.” Tom said sternly, annoyed with his brothers reaction. “She loves me.”

“Boys.” Nikki interrupted. “I won’t have anymore fighting over this girl. Tom, don’t antagonize your brother. Paddy, Y/n is Toms girlfriend. I know she’s your favorite actress, but you have to respect them.”

“Whatever.” Paddy grumbled, having no intention of listening to his mother. “When can we see her next?”

Tom was about to respond with “never” when Nikki’s phone buzzed.

“I just texted her. She’ll be eating with us tomorrow.” Nikki informed the family. “Should I bake a cake? Does she like cake?”

“Can I sit next to her when she gets here?” Paddy asked.

“Only if you promise not to drool on her all night.” Harry teased.

“She’s my girlfriend. She’s sitting next to me.” Tom said firmly, attempting to set a boundary.

“Maybe I should make cupcakes instead.” Nikki whispered to herself.

“She can sit in the middle of us.” Paddy bartered. “Please? She’s my favorite person in the world, Tom.”

“Fine.” Tom gave in. “But don’t be weird.”

The dinner went perfectly, much to Toms surprise. It wasn’t until desert when the trouble began.

CONTINUED

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Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Synopsis: the boys fix you up when you fall off your bike

A/n: this is inspired by me falling off my bike the other day. And as I laid on the concrete bleeding, I thought damn this would make a great story. Enjoy

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“I’m gonna ride my bike.” You called out before realizing the room was empty. You opened the back door slightly and poked your head out, feeling the warm sun on your face.

“I’m gonna ride my bike.” You called to the three boys tending to the chickens that I continuously write into my stories.

“Okay. Be safe.” Tom called as he poured some food into Predator’s cage. “Wear a helmet!”

“Okay, daddy.” You rolled your eyes at his command, teasing him for sounding like a parent. The boys looked up one by one with grimaces on their faces and you realized how it sounded.

“I didn’t mean for that to be sexual.” You said quietly.

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Hero

His hand is on your hip, pulling you into his side protectively.

“Shawn? Gonna let the girl breathe or are you like conjoined to her now?” Brian teases, giving Shawn a hard time about being all over you.

Shawn looks down, hungry eyes raking over your body in the tight black dress your in. 

“I’m good with where I’m at.” He nods, looking back at Brian.

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