Why Does My Dad Think He Can Be More Affectionate Now That I'm Older When He Practically Made Me This

Why does my dad think he can be more affectionate now that I'm older when he practically made me this way?

Maybe I wouldn't have so many problems with accepting affection If he had figure his shit out when I needed him.

I can't talk right now, I'm doing eldest daughter shit.

*raising my brother while simultaneously not getting involved too much or else I'm going to get yelled at*

*calling my dad out on his shit*

*being a third parent*

*teaching my brother and cousin English because no one else in my family can and I apparently sound like I'm British even though I'm literally not*

*constantly burned out*

*being my mum's therapist*

*being my friend's therapist*

*being an exact replica of my dad*

*giving more affection to my brother than anyone else because I don't want him to end up like me*

*being unable to express verbal affection*

*found family is one of my favourite tropes*

*wanting to move out for college but being too scared to leave my brother alone*

okay peter obsessing over readers boobs? i have a few ideas. maybe shes wearing a tube top at a party? maybe is casually aeound the apartment in a shirt without a bra and peter is just like "tits👀" 😂

college!peter || cw: boobies, smuttish? fluff, v cute

peter rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he he pushes himself up on the couch, yawning as he squints at the sharp light filtering through the curtains in the living room.

his blanket slides down his torso as he looks up at you. he stretches his arms as he watches you make coffee near the kitchen counter, stirring the milk in the cup as you hum a song he can't really remember.

you are wearing a plaid shit, which Peter recognises immediately as his. the blue shirt clinging to your frame, the top two buttons are unbottened, exposing your cleavage.

peter sucks in a breath as he looks away, pushing his hair back as he holds the blanket close to his lap.

"you're awake." his head jerks in your direction, unknowingly mirroring your infectious smile as you saunter over to him with a steaming cup of coffee.

"hey." he mumbles, inhaling sharply as you set down the coffee on the table, crawling in his lap.

"hi." you nudge his red nose with yours, laughing lightly as you thread your fingers through his curls. "feeling better?"

"it's just a cold, y/n/n." he clears his throat, his eyes dropping to your chest, eyeing your exposed skin as you shift on his lap. "i've handled worse."

"i know, spider-man." you tease, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as you massage his scalp, pulling his head close to your chest as you drop a kiss on his hair. "but i want to take care of you no matter what. i don't care if it's a fucking stab wound or just a cold."

peter sucks in a breath as his cheeks are coated pink, his ears reddening as he buries his face in your chest. his heart starts racing as he feels your curves on his face, he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist.

"are you, uh, are you not wearing a..." he trails off, shyly looking up at you as he points at your chest and you shake your head, a giggle escaping your lips.

"nope." you ruffle his hair, pushing out your chest as you laugh. "no, i am not."

"oh." he whispers, looking away from you as you bite back a laugh but fail as his cheeks tint pink. "oh, okay. that's...cool. fine. perfect..normal."

"you wanna see?" you ask, your hands coming down to your buttons as you eye peter, his cheeks burns as he swallows hard. His eyes are trained on your fingers as you toy with button. "hmm?"

"i...yeah. if you don't mind." peter's breath hitches and his eyes widens when you pop your buttons open, he gawks at the strip of naked skin as you unbutton the shirt, your tits still covered the by the material.

peter doesn't mind, though. he can still see the valley between your breasts very clearly, and that's enough. it's enough for him to dream and make up scenarios in his head before going to sleep for weeks.

it's more than enough and - oh! you're taking it off, his eyes nearly bug out of his head as the shirt falls off your shoulders, pooling around your waist.

he gulps, gawking at you with a slacked jaw as your nipples harden and you laugh, tapping his chin up to close his mouth.

"wow." he whispers, his hands coming up to touch you but he hesitates, locking eyes with you. you nod, taking his hand in yours and placing it on yourself, your nipple caught between the gap between his fingers. "holy shit."

"you like it?" you ask, smiling softly as he nods his head, his eyes are glued to your chest, his gaze memorising your curves.

"i, uh..." peter starts, biting back his words as he looks down.

"what is it, pete?" you ask, your hand gripping his shoulder as he blushes.

"is there a chance i can get you to sit on my lap, looking all pretty, without a shirt and admire you for hours?" peter asks, his fingers gliding over your nipple as you lean down to press soft kisses on his pink cheeks.

"i think that can be arranged." you laugh into his mouth as you capture his lips in a kiss.

he groans, pinching your nipple that was caught between the gap of his fingers, eliciting a moan out of you. "perfect."

Wedding Season (Regulus Black)

masterlist // request are open

request: the dancing scene in little women (2019) with regulus and reader // click here to read request

authors note(s): this was requested and god i had so much fun writing this. i finished it in one sitting and I. LOVE. IT. i have also recently watched bridgerton and i added some of that here. hope anon enjoyed this as much as i did.

disclaimer: THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW THE TL OF THE HPU! I PICTURED REGULUS AND READER TO BE AT LEAST 19! pureblood parents so they have those ideologies, strict and mean parents. what you would think of pureblood parents to be. besides that fluffy regulus! wholesome! GIF IS NOT MINE

pairing: regulus black x reader

word count: 1,616

You have memories, even as a small child, attending the Black Family Ball. Every year on the eve of Halloween the most influential and pure families would gather around in this very room and flaunt their children to each other. This began and set the scene for the rest of the unofficial wedding season within the Pureblood families. Looking for a perfect match to have their lineage remain clean, and worthy. It was utter bullshit in your honest opinion.

You were brought back to reality when you felt a prick on your scalp, sucking in a breath at the small thump of pain that came with it. “Hush child, it is only a pin to keep this mess that you call hair in place.”

You held your tongue, as you always did when your mother directed any type of conversation towards you. “I need you to be on your best behaviour. Once we have a perfect match for your sister, you will be next. And simply because you have another year to go does not mean you can make a fool of yourself. Everyone will be watching.”

You nodded but said nothing more, it was not that you agreed, you didn’t have much of a choice. No one did, not your siblings, nor your parents, or anyone in that room. All you wished for was to be happy with whoever you ended up with.

“You should keep the youngest Black heir close. Since the eldest was a lost cause.”

At that she tugged on the corset of the dress you had on tightly. “I had wished for him to be with my dear Hera, but I am glad he showed his true colors. At least he can no longer corrupt a good girl.”

Your heart yearned and skipped a beat at the mention of Regulus, but the friendship the two of you held was far too important for you to make anything more out of it.

“Don’t you agree? About the eldest Black? What was his name again?”

You knew she knew his name, “Yes mama, and his name is Sirius.”

“Well what a shame he brought onto the noble house of Black. I never believed they would recover from the scandal he brought upon them. But look at them now. Flourishing.”

“Shall we slip on my dress so we can help Hera with hers?”

“She’s ready. Waiting downstairs with Apollo and Ella.”

You smiled at the mention of your sister-in-law, you really did care for her. She made your brother a better man. Kinder, gentler, they were what you hoped to receive at the end of all of this. “Let me just slip on my heels and I will be downstairs Mama.”

“Do hurry, you know how impatient your father gets.”

“Will do.”

-

It had been a few hours and you had yet to see Regulus. You were just about to give up and let your mother formally introduce you to some Pureblood asshole who would try to peak your interest by showing up how much better he thinks he is, when a pair of hands wrapped around your waist. They were pulling you towards the back of the room, “Regulus let me go! If my Mama catches me she will surely have my head. And yours.”

You knew it was him, no one else would dare handle you like this. They knew it would end with a bloody nose. He laughed loudly and you felt your whole body warm up, he was so magical.

His hands dropped from your waist and you instantly missed the warmth that came with it. The music began to play louder and you noticed there were a few people dancing in the center of the ball room, “Regulus, let's dance? Please.”

“Merlin, no.”

“Then I will go dance.”

He perked up at that, felt a small twinge and twist in the pit of his stomach, “Oh yeah? With who?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I have noticed Sylus staring at me a few times. I think he’d take me up on the offer. Plus he has grown quite attractive since the last time I have seen him.”

“Bulstrode? Sylus Bulstrode, are you kidding me?”

“What? Believe it or not I need to start thinking of my future. Unlike you, I do not have a line of people waiting for me to enter the wedding scene to snatch me up.”

“Do you truly believe no one is waiting for you?”

“No one has ever made their intentions known. So yes, I truly believe no one is waiting for me.”

“You're ridiculous. However if you are going to dance with anyone at these things it will be me. Just not here.”

He grabbed your wrist and began pulling you along, your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and it was ringing in your ears.

He was taking you towards large double doors, “Regulus, where are you taking me?”

You laughed quietly when the doors were shut behind you, the music was still loud, booming against the windows but quiet enough to have a conversation and not yell over the music. “So, are we going to dance?”

He smiled nervously at you, his cheeks were a soft pink but he made his way towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You let your hands slide up towards his neck, letting your head rest on his chest. You were both stiff as he swayed the two of you.

After a while you burst into a fit of laughter, ”This isn’t us, what in Merlin’s name are we doing?”

“You wanted to dance?”

He was serious but his eyes danced with a glint of mischief, he was teasing you. “I know but this,” you patted his chest, “We don’t do this.”

“Fine, but I bet I’m a better dancer than you.”

“In your dreams, Regulus.”

Just then the music got louder, and far more upbeat and the floor was shaking softly with the amount of people dancing inside. Both of your eyes gleamed, and the same idea sparked in your mind. He started running towards the farthest end of the balcony. “Catch up!”

“Wait Regulus, no fair! I have to take my heels off or I will twist an ankle!”

You were running behind him, laughing hard as you tried to slip them off while you chased after him. Once you made it towards him you couldn't help the smile that was glued onto your face, “We can’t get caught or my mother will kill me.”

“Okay, so we dance as wildly as we can, walk by the windows, and whoever makes it back to the front wins.”

“What do we win?”

“A kiss.”

Your cheeks burned a dark red as you tried to think of how to respond, “What?”

He just laughed and began running, spinning manically, over exaggerating his leaps all while keeping up with the beat of the music inside, he sent a breathtaking smile in your direction, “You make this far too easy!”

You finally recovered and began making your way towards him, spinning and trying not to fall over from laughing at how he went stiff by the large windows and walked rapidly past them. You did the exact same. “Catch me, Reggie.”

He laughed and turned dramatically and extended his arms towards you, “I will catch you, go!”

As soon as you passed the large window you jumped, very ungracefully, and he caught you spinning you both and literally hopping around the balcony. You were both laughing loudly. Running past the windows and spinning, Regulus gripped your waist and twirled you. You felt as if you were the only two people in the world.

You both reached the end of the balcony at the same time, “Guess we both lost since we-”

His lips pressed to your gently, they were soft and he tasted like mint. Your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled you in closer, letting your lips dance along with his. You felt everything slip away, and your heart felt as if it was going to burst through your chest.

Neither of you even heard when the balcony doors opened, “Sissy, I have been looking everywhere for you-oh! Oh Merlin, I-I’m so sorry.” You jumped away from Regulus, trying to calm the embarrassment you were feeling at being caught. Hera had a knowing smile, it was mischievous and playful, “Hera-”

“I’ll be waiting for you inside. Find me when you aren't busy.”

She slipped quietly back into the party, you didnt turn to face Regulus right away, your mind was still trying to make sense of what happened mere moments ago, “Guess we both won.”

You laughed at his words and took a deep breath in before turning back to face him. “You stole my first kiss.”

“Well, I have been waiting forever to do that.”

He wrapped his arms around you once more, pressing a soft kiss along your temples, “I’ve been waiting forever for you to do that.”

He laughed quietly as you played with the collar of his jacket, “I should really get going, Apollo is going to come looking for me next.”

Regulus stiffened around you before letting you go, you laughed at the evident fear in his eyes and picked up your discarded heels and slipped them back on, “Right-right. Let us get you inside before your brother has my head on a spike.”

He tangled his fingers with yours and began walking you back inside, stopping before the double doors to press a final kiss to your lips, “Do you want to dance? Properly.”

His cheeks were a soft pink as he looked everywhere but you, “I’d love that.”

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Hey lovey! Can I request some mutual pinning between tom and his athletic trainer (someone who handles sports related injuries like ankle sprains) or EMT or something pretty please 🧡🧡

Tear In My Heart

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

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“You’re back.” You smiled as Tom entered your office. He was sweaty from his work out and a tired smile crossed his face. Whenever he needed to get in shape for a film, he trained at the gym where you worked as an athletic trainer. Ever since 2016, he was a frequent visitor to your office. And ever since 2016, you had an ongoing crush on the actor. You’d treated a dozen of his sprained ankles, pulled muscles, sore joints, and whatever other injury he could fake just to have an excuse to see you. It took him a while to work up the courage to ask you to hangout outside of the gym, but once he did, your friendship took off. You kept in touch when we was filming, and he always came back to your gym when he had to train.

“Sprained ankle.” He said and pointed to his left ankle. You snuck a glance at it and didn’t see any swelling, but he had come in limping. In Toms defense, you couldn’t fake a swollen ankle but you can always fake a limp.

“Hop up on the bed. Let me have a look.” You patted the bed you had in your office before going to get some supplies to treat him. He watched you fondly as you gathered everything you needed to take care of him, appreciating how you knew exactly what to get.

“You got it.” Tom obliged and hopped up on the table. You returned to him with an ice pack and a brace.

“Leg up.” You instructed. Tom lifted his leg and you held on to his foot, resting it against your thigh. You hummed along to the song coming out of your speaker as you took his sneaker and sock off.

“I hate this song.” Tom teased you as you began to inspect his foot.

“It’s a good song. Unfortunately it’s out of my element to cure you of terrible taste.” You retorted. Tom chuckled, his chest pressing against his tight athletic shirt as he laughed. Your face heated up a little so you kept your head down, trying to focus on his injury.

“I like to think my taste is pretty good.” He commented, his gaze never leaving you.

“And I like to think this ankle is perfectly fine.” You determined. “Are you sure you sprained it?”

“Oh, uh, it was actually my shoulder that I hurt.” He said sheepishly and you rolled your eyes. You rested your hands on his thighs, looking him sternly in the eyes. He gave you an innocent look that made you crack a smile.

“You’re cute.” You said sarcastically and grabbed the ice. “You wouldn’t hurt your shoulder if you fixed your form. Your hands have to be directly under your shoulders if you’re in any sort of planking position. And I see you in that position a lot.”

“Do you like that position? Or is there another one you prefer?” Tom asked with a cheeky smile, wincing a little as you placed the ice pack on his shoulder.

“Don’t get fresh with me, Holland. I’m the one taking care of you.” You reminded him, though you didn’t mind his flirtations.

“Sorry.” He smiled, always loving to get a rise out of you. “What are you doing tonight? Would you be willing to help me run lines?”

“As fun as that sounds, I have plans.” You reluctantly declined his offer. You didn’t get to see him year round and you hated having to pass up an opportunity to spend time with him.

“Doing what? Watching Love, Rosie and crying?” Tom poked fun at your love of romantic comedies. You’d roped him into watching a few, and he never let you live it down.

“No.” You laughed nervously, suddenly feeling shy. “I have a date, actually.”

You looked up at Tom, nervous of his reaction. The smile that preciously dawned his face faded into a look of hurt, to anger, to confusion. Tom felt white hot anger course through his body, all the way to his scalp.

“A date? With who?” He said a little too quickly. While he had never officially made a move, he thought you at least liked him enough to not go out with anyone else. After 4 years of never hearing you mention a boyfriend, Tom figured he still had time to make you his. He was always waiting for the right time when he didn’t have to leave for filming, but that time never came. He tried to mask his disappointment as he listened to you.

“You don’t know him. I met him here.” You told him. When a trainer at the gym asked you on a date, you decided it was time to stop waiting for Tom to ask you out. The pining after him had gone on long enough and you weren’t willing to wait forever.

“What’s he like one of those scrawny little guys you treat who pull a muscle lifting a cup of water? You wouldn’t date a trainee.” He laughed at his own joke out of insecurity. “Would you?” He asked seriously when his laughter died down.

“If I liked him I would.” You shrugged. “But no, he’s one of the trainers. His name is Atticus.”

“I’m gonna be polite right now and not make fun of that name.” Tom let out a breath as he restrained himself. “What’s he look like? Is he bigger than me?”

“He’s probably the biggest guy I’ve ever seen. I think he said he was 6’3 or something.” You laughed and shook your head. Tom chewed his lip, knowing he was often found on “Shortest Men in Hollywood” lists. “And his arms are like the size of my head. I honestly want him to bench press me.” You joked and Tom faked a laugh. He genuinely wanted to be happy for you, but every word that you said was a dagger in him. The thought of someone bigger and stronger than him whisking you away was hurting him more than any injury he’d come to you to treat.

“What’s he like? Sounds like a real meathead.” Tom swallowed thickly, his mouth suddenly feeling dry.

“No, no he’s sweet.” You smiled shyly and for the first time, your smile pained Tom to see. “He’s blonde and he likes to take walks. And he’s so friendly to everyone he meets. He can walk up to a stranger and become their best friend in seconds.”

“You’re describing a golden retriever.” Tom said dryly.

“Which just so happens to be my favorite dog.” You quipped and Tom balled his fist out of your sight.

“How well do you know this guy, though? What if this is a ploy to kidnap you and chop you into little pieces?” Tom asked and you laughed. He chuckled lightly, but he wasn’t joking.

“Now why would he do that?” You humored him.

“To make soup out of you? I don’t know.” He protested. “I’m not him, Y/n. I don’t turn women into soup.”

“Well I don’t think he’s gonna do that.” You chuckled. “And I don’t really know anything about him but that’s what this date is for. This is good for me. I haven’t gone a date in a really long time. This could be the start of something really amazing.” You hoped. “Or he could be a jackass and I have to avoid eye contact when I see him at work for the rest of my life. Who knows? Endless possibilities.”

“Why haven’t you been out on any dates for a while? Have you not found anyone you like?” Tom tried to change the subject to something that didn’t make him want to stick your medical scissors in his eyes.

“No, it’s not that. Definitely not that.” You sighed, remembering why you were going on the date on the first place. “I tend to fall for people who don’t return the favor. There have been boys who I would’ve liked to go out with but, I don’t know. Maybe there’s just something about me that they didn’t like.” You laughed shortly and shrugged it off.

“I doubt it.” Tom stated, a cold chill going through his body at the thought of even more boys having turned your head.

“Thanks. This is good for me. This is going to be good.” You nodded to yourself.

“You said that already.” Tom said, a little more bitterly than he would’ve liked.

“Sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You tucked some hair behind your ear. His heart fell again as he watched himself losing you in real time. “I’ve been trying to get over someone for the longest time and I’m hoping this date does the trick.”

“So now there’s another boy? An ex?” He said, pursing his lips to keep from showing his anger.

“No. Just a crush.” You shook your head and finally got back to his injury. “Arm up.”

“Does he go here too?” Tom asked as he lifted his arm for you so you could wrap his shoulder. He had come into your office with a fake injury and was gonna leave with a broken heart.

“He might.” You looked around him through your lashes, but he was looking away. “Look that way.” You nodded towards the mirror. He turned his head and sighed.

“Have I seen him?” He asked, digging himself deeper into his hole of self pity. You glanced at him staring at himself in the mirror and chuckled.

“Yeah. You have.” You said honestly.

“That’s weird. I don’t remember seeing any total idiots around here.” Tom grumbled, making you laugh. He didn’t find it funny that anyone made you feel unwanted. He was too busy beating himself over letting you slip away to notice the way you were looking at him.

“He’s not an idiot.” You defended, smiling over Tom unknowingly insulting himself. “He’s the smartest guy I know.”

“He’s smart but he didn’t want you?” Tom scoffed. “I don’t know about that, darling. He sounds a bit like a dunce to me.”

“Well he is.” You insisted. “And who uses the word dunce anymore?”

“I do, when I’m stressed.” Tom sighed and looked you over, taking in everything he was about to lose to another man. “You really think Atticus will help you get over this clown?”

“I hope.” You told him as you finished wrapping his shoulder. “And he’s not a clown. I just need to move on.”

“Yeah.” Tom nodded and gave you a tight lipped smile. “Maybe I do too.”

~

At home that night, Tom tried to busy himself with whatever he could to keep his mind off your date. He tried to read through his script but couldn’t get past the first page. His mind wandered to you and what you and Atticus were doing. He wondered what dress you were wearing and how pretty you probably looked. Tom had only ever seen you in athletic wear or sweats, and you looked heavenly enough in that. The thought of you with another guy drive him crazy until he hit a wall. He punched his bedroom wall out of anger, immediately regretting it as he cradled his throbbing fist. He flopped on his bed and let out a groan, staying there until he fell asleep.

The next day, Tom went to your office immediately to get his fist checked out. He’d bruised his knuckles before, he knew you’d have the right tools to take care of him. He took a deep breathe before knocking on your door. He saw you smile through the glass as you walked to the door the let him in, and all he could give you was a nod.

“Hey.” He said sheepishly, feeling awkward around you for the first time.

“Hey Tom.” You smiled small, happy to see him but thrown off by his sheepish posture. “Ankle again?”

“No, uh, my hand.” He held up his right hand and this time, you could actually see his injury. His red knuckles looked raw against his pale skin. You took his hand and examined it, already seeing the purple bruises forming.

“What happened? Did the punching bag say something you didn’t like?” You joked, despite being genuinely worried about his injury.

“Something like that.” He smiled shyly. Even if your chances of being together were gone, at least he could count on your friendship. You silently tugged him towards the table and went to get a wrap as he jumped up. Neither of you were blind to the silence that was filling the room, taking the place of your usual banter. You wrapped Toms hand gently as you stood between his legs, holding it close to you to ensure it was tight. Tom watched you as you worked, taking in how close you were. He swallowed, wishing he could be the only one close enough to see you breathe. Even with the throb in his hand, all he could think about was how your date went. He couldn’t help but to analyze you, see if there were any marks left by Atticus or if you were acting happier than usual. To Toms surprise, you seemed somber and reserved today. He wondered if that had anything to do with your date.

“You okay?” You asked suddenly, making Tom snap out of his daze.

“Fine.” He nodded curtly. You finished wrapping his hand and held a bag of ice to his knuckles, leaving yours hands wrapped around his to keep the ice in place. He could’ve held the ice there himself, but you didn’t want him to.

“You can talk to me, you know.” You looked deeply into his eyes, pleading with him to be honest with you. “I know I’m your athletic trainer, but I like to think we’re friends too.”

“It’s nothing. And we are friends.” Tom squeezed your hand with his other hand to assure you. He scanned your face before asking what had been on his mind since the day before. “How was your date?”

“It was really nice, actually.” You said softly. “He took me to an Italian restaurant because he remembered that I said I wanted to go to Italy one day. He opened the car door for me when we got there, pulled my chair out for me when we sat down, and asked me all about my self. He didn’t interrupt me once. He actually seemed interested in what I had to say.” You laughed lightly. Tom clenched his other fist to contain his anger. Those were all things you should be doing with him, not Atticus. He tried to assuage the jealousy by reminding himself that you were practically holding his hand right now.

“He sounds perfect.” Tom tried to keep his voice level. You looked at Tom and pursed your lips before shaking your head.

“He wasn’t.” You said definitively and Toms head snapped up.

“Why not?” He asked, trying to bite back the smile that was dying to break through. You looked at Tom and took your hands off his, laughing to yourself and shaking your head.

“He isn’t you.” You shrugged one should as you leaned your arms on either sides in Toms knees.

“What?” He searched your face for any signs to prove you were messing with him. He’d never seen you look so serious than this moment. You even looked a little tearful as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Atticus was a perfect gentlemen. He likes the same music as me -the same music you hate might I add- and wants to travel to the same places. He likes all my favorite movies -those romantic comedies you can’t stand- and made a list of the ones he hadn’t seen so he could watch them later. We shared the same views, similar childhoods.” You laughed nervously. “We even ordered the same thing. If we had any more in common, I’d think he was a mind reader.”

“So what’s the problem?” Tom began to mindlessly play with the bottom of your shirt as he impatiently waiting for an answer.

“My problem is that I spent the entire date thinking of you.” You laughed sadly and backed away from the table, keeping your back to Tom. “All I could think about was what you were doing or how you were feeling. Do you know how many times I wished I had said yes to your plans?” You looked at him over your shoulder. “I was on this amazing date with an incredible guy, and I kept wishing I was in your room helping you read through a script. And when he dropped me off at my house and walked me to my door -because of course he did- and tried to kiss me, I backed away. I gave him a hug and a tight smile and told him I’d see him at work. And you know what he said to me?”

“What?” Tom got off the table and approached your carefully, placing a gentle hand on your hip.

“It’s Tom, isn’t it?” You repeated Atticus’s words as you turned around to face Tom. “That’s when I really started thinking he was a mind reader. He knew I couldn’t kiss him because of whatever I have going on with you. He knew.”

“Oh.” Tom said quietly, even closer to you now than he was before. Closer than ever.

“I tried to get over you. I tried to go on this date and get you out of my mind but I just can’t, Tom. You got me. That boy I said I couldn’t get over? That was you. And it’s still you.” You shoved him slightly and he smiled. “I don’t know what this is between us, and I definitely don’t know what it is to you. But my favorite time of the day for the past 4 years has been 2 pm because that’s when I get to see you.”

“Y/n-“ He tried to cut in.

“I like you, Tom. I like you.” You finally admitted. He stood there in happy shock as you went over to the table and sat down on it. Tom collected himself and turned around to face you.

“I’ve never sprained my ankle.” He admitted, making you look up at him.

“Wait, what?” You asked, knowing you’d treated him for a sprained ankle numerous times since he started at your gym.

“I know my form is off. And I know exactly how to fix it too. It doesn’t actually hurt my shoulder but it gives me an excuse to come see you.” He took at step closer with every sentence until he was standing before you.

“That’s sweet but you could also seriously hurt-“ You tried to tell him about the dangers of what he was doing but he held a finger to your lips, making you laugh.

“My turn to talk.” He said playfully as he took a seat beside you on the table. “I couldn’t handle the thought of you on a date with another guy, especially not after I’ve been pining over you since I started coming here. I think about you all the time. The movie I’m training for right now? It’s animated! I’m voicing a character, I don’t even need to get into shape.” Tom exclaimed and you laughed, urging him to continue. He tilted your face towards his with his pinky. “But I do it because I miss you every day I don’t see you.”

“I miss you too.” You breathed.

“You have any cures for a broken heart in that bag?” Tom nodded towards your medical bag, the one he’d seen you dig around in a thousand times.

“Yeah.” You climbed onto his lap and straddled his hips. “I do.”

You pressed a kiss to Toms lips, causing a squeak to emit from the back of his throat. He rested his hands on your waist as you tugged the curls on the back of his neck. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his.

“Are we gonna do this for real?” He whispered, looking up at you.

“I want to.” You confirmed. “Do you?”

“Of course I do. But it’s not going to be easy.” He told you, knowing dating him came with a lot of unexpected hardships.

“I’ve never been a fan of easy.” You smirked, making him smile and squeeze your hip.

“What if you came with me? I could hire you as my personal athletic trainer. I promise I’ll actually sprain my ankle this time.” His eyes lit up as he offered you a job. You laughed at his proposal and slid off his lap.

“You don’t have to go that far.” You chuckled. “But if you’ll have me, I’d love to come with you. I wanna go where you go.”

Tom smiled at your acceptance and pulled you into a tight embrace.

“And wherever I am, I want you there too.”

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What am I but a figment of my mother’s imagination- I am a sculpture she owns.

Mould me with your bare hands, mother. Give me shape, break me apart to atoms that are your own. Make me again, shape me the way you want me.

Do it over and over again mother, I don't mind. I was made for you to destroy