In Motion

In Motion

A/N: Hi hi!! So sorry that this is literally a month after you requested this, but this was sent in by the lovely @rbforsmileycal!!☀️So I hope you (especially you @rbforsmileycal enjoy you sent it in) all enjoy it!! Let me know what ya think!! And this is fluff!! Ha! We got some more fluff on the way! Who am I!!!

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REQUEST: Reader goes on first leg of tour with Shawn and mid-flight while he’s asleep she gets motion sickness and he wakes up and realizes and she tries to brush it off as nothing even though she’s sick and Shawn’s having none of that and just being the best boyfriend ever

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Warnings: Throwing up (bleh sljdf nothing graphic though! just like describing the ~feeling)

Word Count: 2.2K

It was only five o’clock in the evening, but you were exhausted as you watched the sunset through the windows of Toronto’s Pearson International Airport.  Slumped down in the uncomfortable chairs in your terminal, you smiled when you saw Shawn and a few of his crew members walk back to you with coffees in hand.

You loved seeing him surrounded by his road crew.  A different side of his personality shined through; for touring being so chaotic he always seemed so relaxed around the people he picked to bring on the road with him.  You heard the tail end of their conversation, the lighting director cracking a joke that had the three of them in stitches.

With two cups in hand, Shawn slid into the chair next to you and passed you your tea, “One earl grey with a splash of milk.”

You smiled as you wrapped your hands around the Starbucks cup.  The warmth of the cup sent shivers down your spine as it simultaneously heated you up, “Thanks.”

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“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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Painkiller

A/N: not sure how I feel about how this came out but this one goes out to my fellow babies w migraines luv u all

Summary: Getting a migraine on tour was less than ideal, but Shawn is there to take care of you.

Warnings: None? Mentions of pain medication and vomiting. Language.

Word count: 2.8k

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The pounding in your head was absolutely relentless, making you groan out in pain. You’re out on the road with Shawn for a few weeks, visiting him on tour and the last thing you wanted to deal with was a bout of migraines. You’d suffered from them for a few years and you’d think you’d have gotten used to them by now but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

You’re currently locked away in Shawn’s green room, trying everything you know to make the pain stop. He’s busy at soundcheck, so you’re taking full advantage of the empty room. You don’t want to tell Shawn, knowing he’d worry himself sick. You would feel so guilty if you took him out of the zone for his show. You usually watched him soundcheck but you decided it would be best to sit this one out. In your sickened state, you just hoped that he wouldn’t even notice you were gone. You definitely thought wrong.

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i like me better (when i’m with you)

PAIRING ▸ jeong jaehyun x fem!reader 

GENRES ▸ friends to enemies to lovers, college au, sports, friends with benefits, smut, crack, fluff 

WARNINGS ▸ sexual !! tension !! lots of it, smut (public sex, fingering, hate sex, raw sex, pool sex, oral sex), mark lee cockblocking, also yes, there’s actual fluff

SUMMARY ▸ there was no one else on the planet that made your blood boil like jeong jaehyun did. you never thought your feelings toward him were anything past pure hatred, but when you were lost in the feeling of his lips on yours and his hands on your body, you couldn’t help but think that maybe a part of you didn’t completely hate his guts. 

PLAYLIST ▸ i like me better by lauv • unravel me by sabrina claudio

WORD COUNT ▸ 11896 words

TAG LIST ▸ @gotoartistprofile @chanluster​ @steamyjaehyun

AUTHOR’S NOTE ▸ big shoutout to fia for hyping me up to complete this and i hope you guys enjoy it !! thank you so much for reading ♡ part of the dunk shot! series but can be read separately!

SOMETIMES, THE AMOUNT OF HATRED YOU HAD FOR JEONG JAEHYUN AMAZED YOU.

To the average human being, Jeong Jaehyun was, in a sense, perfect. On the surface, he was everyone’s trademark Golden Boy—good grades, athletic, and a seemingly good personality. The last point, however, was a complete and utter lie. Simply put, Jaehyun was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and you, unfortunately, wound up becoming his target.

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The Edge of Tonight

- The one where Y/n reaches her breaking point and ruins Harry’s special night

TW: drug use of a family member, mentions of overdose 

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Tonight is really important.

Harry has a mandatory meeting that addresses his next leading role in an upcoming action film. This is his biggest acting opportunity since his role in Dunkirk—his career only seeming to get better with each audition and he couldn’t wait to discuss the next character he has to take on.

Everyone is there—between his managers, the directors, and all the other actors involved in the making, tonight is a really big deal. Harry hasn’t been this excited since his last movie, and to be honest, he never thought he’d end up being a part of something like this again.

He’s amazed at it all, really. There’s a certain type of hustle he’s already found himself getting comfortable with, despite his overwhelming introverted-ness. The cast and crew—everybody, really—is really welcoming, and to know that this will be his life for the next year gets him even more excited. 

At the main table—where everybody talks individually to get a proper grasp on the characters—he makes rounds with as many people he can; asking questions and getting all the clarification he needs in regards to the film. And even though everything he’s doing is work related, there really isn’t anywhere he’d rather be at the moment.

He’s two hours in—half of his questions still unanswered and the director has yet to discuss the majority of the making. They’re walking to take their seats for the mass presentation—where they go over their film location, get their scripts, all the nitty gritty that comes with being an actor—when Harry’s phone starts to ring. 

Normally, considering the situation that he’s in, he’d ignore the call and wait until his meeting was over to get in contact with whomever was in need to reach him. But as he stares down at the unknown number on his screen, something doesn’t feel right. His stomach tightens and he doesn’t necessarily know why. It’s just a goddamn phone call made at the wrong time.

And he really wants to ignore it—really should ignore it—but he can’t dismiss the mysterious feeling inside of him as it vibrates, for now the second time in his hand.

He sighs, looking around for somewhere much more private. He quickly walks away from where the crowd his heading, finding a secluded section near the bathrooms while he makes sure to answer the call.

He barely has any time to say anything before he hears her.

“Harry, please don’t hate me.”

Y/n’s voice sure as hell was the last thing he expected to hear on the other line as it evidently speaks through tears and worry. To hear her in that way makes his heart drop to the pit of his stomach and his palms sweat against the phone, the thought of the unfamiliar number somehow slipping from his mind as it’s now raided by concern.

He thinks of the worst possible scenario she could be in for her to be calling in such a state. Despite her saying “please don’t hate me” hints at the fact whatever position she is was her fault, he can’t help but to panic at the mere thought that she’s in danger and he’s not close enough to save her in time.

“Darling, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”

Y/n wishes he didn’t sound so concerned for her because when it comes down to it, she doesn’t deserve the benefit of the doubt Harry always gives her. Everything that’s happened, the whole reason why she’s here, is because of something she had done. It was necessarily her fault, but it was her stupid decision that brought her into this mess, and she doesn’t want to take advantage of his heart. 

Especially not now, not during one of the most important nights of his career. She can’t take advantage of what he always gives her because he’d never forgive her, no matter how much she really truly needs him right now.

“I’m at the police station I—" She stomps her feet on the ground because she knows what she’s in for now that she confessed her whereabouts. She’s more than upset with herself, too, because she knows that she’s being a burden on a night so detrimental to his career. “I fucked up, Harry. I’m so sorry.“

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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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