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Science Partners || Peter Parker

A/N: this fic gives me major peter & mj vibes.. also, in order to write this i had to do a lot of google searching to get somewhat accurate information on how peter makes his web shooters!!

word count: 1872

WARNINGS: none :)

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Ever since you transferred to Midtown High for your sophomore year of high school, you found yourself lacking something that was considered vital to your high school experience — friends.

You weren’t shy, just that most people didn’t seem to spark your interest enough to start a friendship and although you didn’t mind being by yourself, you always wondered what it would be like to have one or two friends to talk to in a few classes, or at lunch. Something other than sitting with the librarian who often sent you pity glances when she thought you weren’t looking, you always caught them though.

You only seemed to be completely content with not having someone tap at your shoulder to whisper something to you while the teacher spoke in one class — chemistry. The love for science you had was overwhelming, you absorbed every ounce of information given to you in each lesson, but of course, you knew bits and pieces of what was being spoken.

“So!” The teacher clapped her hands together to bring your class’s attention to the front. “For the remainder of the period, you all will continue our stoichiometry lesson in groups of two, which will be your lab partners, on the relationship between moles and mass with the today’s experiment. The guide is already taped to your tables.” She announced, eyes scanning over the students who quickly began working on the lab assignment before stilling on you. “Y/N, I know you enjoy working on your own, but I would like for you to join Peter for this assignment.”

Your eyes bulged at the mention of his name. Peter. As in Peter Parker. As in the boy you’ve had a silly little crush on since you started school at Midtown. It wasn’t anything serious, you’ve never spoken to him, but you always thought he was cute — and incredibly intelligent, which was a plus. Swallowing thickly, you scooped up your things from your lab table and shuffled towards the front lab stations, where Peter was located. It was almost as though he was in his own little world, unaware of the fact that the teacher had paired the two of you up together as he scribbled in his notebook. “Excuse me.” You muttered to catch his attention, placing your notebooks on the edge of the table to avoid touching any of Peter’s papers that were sprawled out all over. “Hi.”

His head snapped up in your direction, hand now still instead of writing, and blinked in surprise. You let your gaze drifted down to his papers that were covering what was now your side of the table. “H-Hi. Oh,” Peter gasped, hands reaching out to quickly clear the lab table of his papers. “I’m sorry.” He murmured sheepishly, his cheeks taking up a pale pink color.

“That’s okay, you’re fine.” You dismissed him, sliding into the stool and setting your bag on the floor, looking over the instructions for the lab. A smile appeared on your face once you finished reading and you looked over to Peter, who’s eyes were already on you expectantly. “This lab is fairly easy,” You said, grabbing ahold of your pencil and writing both of your names onto the given worksheet. “We just need to compare the theoretical values to the actual experimental mass once we react the sodium hydrogen with the hydrochloric acid.”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks when you caught a glimpse at Peter’s stunned expression. His lips curled into an impressed grin before laughing lightly, a teasing tone in his voice when he said, “You sound like you know what you’re doing.”

A let out a few chuckles while turning to face him, a bashful look on your face. “I, uh- I just really love science.” You shrugged, although you made that fact very clear to him with your ramble. “I can work on this while you work on whatever you were before.” You offered, eyes trained on your paper while you calculated the formulas from the lab guide. You were already halfway through, managing to hold your conversation with Peter while getting the work done. Your head shook in disbelief at the thought, you were actually talking to him, not snagging sly glances at him from the back of class or in the hallways. It felt good.

Peter immediately declined, closing his notebook and leaning in closer in attempt to try and help you with the lab. “No, no, it’s fine! It’s nothing anyway.” He insisted, but you watched as his fingers were tapping against the wooden tabletop, itching to go back to writing in his notebook. You scoffed, setting down your pencil and putting the now completed worksheet to the side, crossing your arms over the table. “Yeah, right. Besides, the work is done, so maybe I could help?” You suggested, lips quirking into a smile that he nervously returned.

The brunette opened his mouth, stammering on his own words as he tried to figure out what the tell you. He couldn’t exactly say that he was working on a new web fluid formula for the shooters in his suit, because that would be doing the most irrational thing — exposing himself as spiderman to a girl he barely knew. Peter chewed on his bottom lip as he weighed out the pros and cons of you helping him figure out what he was missing in his formula. You’ve proven yourself to be incredibly smart, and quick when it comes to figuring out formulas.

He eventually nodded, cracking a smile that you eagerly returned. “Okay. Okay, yeah.” He agreed hesitantly, pulling his composition notebook from his side of the desk and in between the both of you. When opening the book, your eyes widened at the multiple formulas scribbled on the lined paper, some crossed out and others not, with the title of the page being ‘Web Fluid’

“‘Web Fluid?’” You read aloud, looking up from the page and to Peter, who was shifting about in his stool, bottom lip worried between his teeth. He felt his heart plummet to his stomach when your eyes narrowed at his anxious state. She knows, Peter thought underneath your suspicious stare. He opened his mouth to try and form some sort of excuse until you interrupted him to ask, “Are you into cosplay?”

It was safe to say that your question caught Peter off guard, with the way that his eyes practically popped out of his head and his cheeks flushed in what seemed like embarrassment. You couldn’t help but laugh at him, the thought of Peter actually being into cosplay and wearing a makeshift spiderman suit made your smile grow larger — it would be too cute.

Peter’s slacked jaw tightened to a grin as he watched you laugh, laughing a little himself and heart warming at the sound. He thought you had a beautiful laugh.

“What?! No, I’m not- I’m not into cosplay!” He cried, though the grin on his face didn’t fade, and neither did yours once your laughter died down. Peter shoved the notebook further into your direction and pointed to the unfinished equation. “Can you just help me, please?”

With a playful roll of your eyes, you slid the notebook in front of you, looking over his scribbles. You let out a hum while writing over some equations, brows raising at his overall impressive work. “I know what you’re missing,” You scooted your stool closer to Peter and tilted the page in his direction so he could see what parts of the formula you tweaked. “Whatever Spider-man’s webs are made out of, is relatively close to nylon. Flexible and durable. So since you don’t want to bring nylon to your cosplay parties,” You paused, giving him a pointed look, a few giggles following shortly when he sent you a playful glare. “You need to figure out a component mixture that that forms a tough, flexible fiber when it contacts air, yet doesn’t interfere with the foaming agent it mixes with for the inflation capacity you’re using here.”

You inhaled deeply, catching up on the amount of air you lost from explaining your theory and giving yourself a brief nod of approval before meeting Peter’s gaze. Feeling the blood rush back to your face once again, you couldn’t help but notice the way his brown eyes were swirling with something — admiration. “What?” You asked shyly, your hand finding its way to your face in attempt to cool down your heated skin. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Peter’s face held a dazed smile, dark brown eyes gone soft, and his chin was in the palm of his hand as he propped his elbow on the table. He looked straight out of a rom-com — and you really liked it. He simply shrugged, brown locks bouncing slightly at the movement.

“You’re really—”

Pretty. Peter had the urge to say pretty.

“Smart.”

Your lips parted to speak, but the shrilling sound of the bell cut in on you, signaling your lunch period. You slouched in your seat, not wanting to leave chemistry — not wanting to leave Peter. It was the most interaction you’ve gotten in a while, that was actually enjoyable, with someone you really liked and you didn’t want it to end. When you looked to the teenage boy next to you, he was wearing a similar solemn expression.

As you began to collect your stuff and shrug on your backpack, Peter’s hand quickly reached out to grasp your arm, making you almost immediately stop in your tracks. Turning on your head, you were met with Peter’s wary gaze and nervous smile.

“Do you- Do you want to go to lunch with me?” Peter asked, his thumb jutting over his shoulder towards the direction of the cafeteria, rocking on the back of his heels. You found yourself beaming at his invite, laughing lightly at how flustered he was. Deciding to have a little fun, you raised a teasing brow, asking, “Why?”

Instantly, Peter’s nerves visibly worsened, his hands going to grip on the straps of his backpack as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “To, you know, help with the web-cosplay-thing?” His voice rushed and raised barely an octave at the end, his lips then pursing in regret at his choice of words when your face lit up with amusement.

“So you admit it? You’re into cosplay?” You asked eagerly, a laugh threaded in your words that made Peter’s shoulders seemingly relax. He let out a noise similar to a whine, throwing his head back while taking a few short steps in the direction all the other students in the hallway were going. “I’m not into cosplay, Y/N! Do you want to go with me or not?”

The smug smile on your face waved into a gracious one, and when your playful teasing was finally put to rest, your heart swelled at the settling reality — Peter wanted to spend more time with you, outside of the chemistry lab.

So, readjusting the books in your arms, you sent Peter a nod, catching up to his retreating figure and nudging your elbow against his arm with a crooked smile.

“Lead the way, Parker.”

Heartbreaks in Decision Making || Peter Parker

request: “I’m in an angsty mood lol so could you please write a Peter Parker imagine where the reader finds Peter kissing MJ even though he kissed her the day before and she makes him choose between herself and MJ. He chooses MJ but realizes a few weeks later after the Far From Home trip that he likes the reader.”

A/N: i’m sorry this took so long, but i hope it meets your expectations!! i added supporting characters of my own as well. thank you for such a juicy request!! NOT PROOF READ YET.

word count: 2342

WARNINGS: angst. cursing, and heartbreaking in my opinion.

You didn’t understand.

You definitely weren’t the ‘go-getter’ type, nor were you the kind of girl who just says what’s on their mind or heart. When the cook at a restaurant got your order wrong, you would smile and say ‘thank you’ instead of letting them know. You’re the kind of person that would stick around with whoever you were with until they were ready to go instead of finding a comfortable place to be by yourself. So when you had feelings for a boy, a boy like Peter Parker, it would be almost instinctive to either deny or hide those feelings as best as you could.

But you didn’t do either.

Instead, when the class got back to the hotel in Prague, you marched up to his hotel room with your hand curled into a fist, ready to confess your feelings for him when his door was yanked open. He was staring at you in shock while you gaped at him before nervously smiling and asking to talk. When his eyes moved away from yours and onto something ahead, you didn’t think much of it — but god, you wished you did.

You managed to do the hard part, and confessed how you felt to Peter. Granted, the message was relayed in a mixture of needless, nervous rambles. Your cheeks were red and you felt like your body was lit on fire under his eyes. Your heart was racing, but it practically stopped when he stepped forward, face inching towards yours and eyes closing shut. You stood frozen in place, letting his lips close to space between yours.

You let him kiss you.

But what you didn’t understand was how Peter could do something like that after what you had confessed to him, yet have his arms wrapped around another girl while their lips molded together. His eyes were shut and his pleasure filled face held a red tint. However, you knew Peter, and you knew he had a sixth sense, so you watched as his eyes sprung open during the kiss and began to swell with fear.

That was when your vision was blurred with tears.

He didn’t pull away from the girl, rather letting the kiss carry on with his eyes trained on you until she decided to pull away. She did eventually, and you could faintly hear the shy laughs they shared from where you were. You watched a few words be exhchanged and you wanted the floor to swallow you whole every time his eyes flickered to yours. Then, like anybody would, she turned around.

And when MJ sent you a tight lipped smile, it made sense. As much as it pained your heart to admit, you finally understood. The night before, you were looking for Peter, and he was looking for her.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you scoffed, your arms wrapping around your body to act as a shield when MJ walked towards the entrance doors of the hotel, and Peter approached you hesitantly. The lights from inside the hotel was enough to see his tear-pricked eyes and guilty face when he was close enough in front of you. There was an aching silence between the two of you, but you didn’t dare to break it. You couldn’t bring yourself too.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered, his voice cracking as he tried to swallow down the rising bile in his throat. You brought your arms closer to your chest, chewing on the inside of your cheeks to try and prevent the new wave of tears threatening to spill. You didn’t meet his burning gaze, strictly staring past him. You couldn’t meet his eyes, hearing his voice told you enough. He was guilty, but wasn’t apologizing for what he did — he was apologizing for being caught.

It was silent again, and just as painful as the last time. You were racking your brain for something to say, questions popping up one after the other and it made your head throb, so you settled on the simplest one yet, asking, “Why?”

If it were any louder, you were certain Peter wouldn’t have been able to hear you. There was about six feet of space between the two of you, a brutal opposite to the night before — the memory made your stomach churn. With furrowed brows, Peter’s lips parted to speak, but after a few split moments, his mouth shut.

“I don’t know.”

Hearing his words made your head snap in his direction, a bewildered yet angry look in your eyes as you gaped at him. “You don’t know?” You repeated, taking a bold step forward with a clenched jaw. “You let me fall for a lie, Peter. Had I not been outside of this damn hotel, you wouldn’t have stop kissing MJ.” You spat through gritted teeth, feeling yourself grow hot at the fact that he was acting this way. Acting so remorseful for something he wanted to do.

You watched as Peter’s hand repeatedly clenched at his side, and he looked away from you. From this angle you could see a single tear fall from the corner of his glazed eyes. He was holding back, but you didn’t want him to. You wanted to truth.

“Y/N, you know I’ve liked MJ for a while now.” He muttered, actively avoiding your pained expression and flinching at the sound of your dry laugh. You knew this, you knew that Peter has had this crush on MJ since your sophomore year — so about a little over a year. Knowing this made telling Peter how you felt all the more nerve-racking, but it didn’t matter, he made the confusing choice of kissing you, and in turn complicated everything.

“Then why did you kiss me?!” You shouted, the sound of your voice echoing into the dark night. It was poetic, really. Getting your heart broken by the boy you love on a beautiful bridge at midnight in Europe. “It doesn’t matter!” Peter was now facing you, his heaving chest pairing with his bloodshot eyes that locks with your own. “This isn’t a game of bachelor, Peter.” You sniffled, casting your gaze away from him to get a chance to breathe because every time you looked at him, your throat closed up.

“So,” Peter cleared his throat, but the lump remained, making his voice strain. “So what are you saying?”

What were you saying? You didn’t exactly know. What you did know, however, was that as strong as you felt for Peter, you were not going to let yourself be treated second. Your bottom lip trembled as you released a shaking breath, locking with his.

“I’m saying you have to choose.”

As his eyes bored into yours, as the tension grew painfully thick in the silence, you knew. Just by the look in his eyes. The look in his brown orbs wasn’t one of someone who didn’t want to choose, it was the look of someone who didn’t want to tell you they weren’t choosing you.

And you knew.

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“I’m just saying!” Your friend, Lina, held her hands up in defense while you looked at her incredously. “He was too much of a nice guy! Guys like him always have something wrong with them.”

It’s been a few weeks since the incident with Peter that went down during your class trip to Europe, and by now, you have told your two closest friends, Lina and Meredith, who were absolutely livid upon hearing the news when you came back to the states in shambles. Meredith stared at the blue haired girl with a slacked jaw, her hand reaching over to flick her in the forehead. “God, Lina, you can’t just say shit like that! Y/N has been in love with him for like, ever.”

“You guys!” You sighed, crossing your arms over the cafeteria table and shaking your head at the both of them. “I’m right here, you know. You guys have been talking about what happened for the past fifteen minutes.”

The girls stared at you solemnly, casting their gazes down when the guilt began to eat at them. “We’re sorry, Y/N, it’s just- I can’t believe he would do that to you, his best friend of all people, and not have a care in the world flaunting his relationship with MJ like he didn’t hurt you to get it.” Lina said gently, placing her hand on top of yours and squeezing it.

She was right, both of them were. However, as hurtful as it was, you didn’t want to dwell on it forever. Sure, he made you believe in something false, but you’d rather say it could’ve been worse.

“Listen, I’m fine!” You laughed lightly, sending both girls a tight lipped smile which they weakly returned. “What’s done is done, and if he’s happy with MJ and how things turned out then.. then so be it.” You finally said, brushing off the fact that your words were beginning to sound like they were moreso said for you then for them. As you waited for a response from one of the two, your brows scrunched together when watching Meredith’s gaze drift and her elbow jutting into Lina’s side to bring it to her attention. “Mer, what’re you looking a..” Your voice trailed off as you turned around in your seat, eyes widening at the sight before you.

Peter.

“Can- Can I talk to you?” His voice stuttered with hesitance, averting his eyes away from the two girls behind you that were staring at him with vicious glares and kept them on you. “Please?”

A small huff came from your nose, and you turned around to send a simple nod to Lina and Meredith before getting up to follow behind Peter.

He ended up leading you into an empty science room, deserted lab tables with the lights turned off to leave the skylight from the windows to do it’s job. With crossed arms, you watched as Peter grew anxious. Even with his back to you, you knew that he was most likely fidgeting with his fingers while he was bouncing on his foot.

“I lied.” said Peter suddenly.

He turned around to face you, and you could now see his hands quickly wringing together. You stared at him blankly, cocking your eyebrow up at him to silently tell him to carry on.

“I do know why I kissed you that night in Prague.” He admitted, watching carefully as your eyes slightly widened at the confession. Too many questions whizzed around in your head in that moment, it was beginning to overwhelm you. “It wasn’t because I was trying to spare your feelings, or to make you feel good. It was because I like you- no, no, I love you.” Peter’s eyes never strayed from yours as he spoke clearly, and for the first time talking to him since that night, he didn’t stutter. He meant it.

The thought alone made tears prick your eyes.

“Why are you telling me this, Peter?” You croaked, your tearful eyes searching his wide ones frantically. He was with MJ, you thought. He chose her, he’s happy with her — so why was he telling you all of this now?

Peter pursed his lips, letting his gaze fall to the floor as if there was something of interest there. “Because I-” He sighed, his shoulders tense with nerves before he boldly caught your stare, saying, “I made a mistake.”

A mistake. The words nearly made you laugh.

“A mistake?” You repeated, lips parted to just let it all out before you stopped. Instead, a scoff emitted from your throat, pairing with your shaking head. “There was no mistake in what you did, Peter. You chose her and-”

“And it should’ve been you.” He interrupted, daringly taking a small step forward that you allowed, only because you were too in shock at what he said. You stood there, frozen with a slacked jaw and bulging eyes. His words should’ve have, but they managed to pull at numerous heart strings and make your stomach churn. “It should’ve been you because it’s always been you, Y/N. I made a mistake because, I-I don’t know maybe I didn’t want to accept the truth, or maybe I didn’t want it to ruin anything. But I’m here now because I love you.”

Hearing his words should’ve made your heart flutter. You should’ve let a smile so wide it made you squint, take over your face. You should’ve jumped into his arms and kissed him ‘til the end of time because he does feel the same way.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you let the tears roll down your face. You looked away from him, and let your arms fall at your sides. “No.” You shook your head, looking up to see confusion swirl about it Peter’s brown eyes. “If you loved me, you wouldn’t have to be with another girl to realize it. If you loved me, you wouldn’t have told me, to my face, that you’re reasoning for kissing MJ was because you’ve liked her for a long time.”

You shook your head at him in disbelief, slowly backing up towards the door of the science room and placing a steady hand on the handle. Your fingers brushed at your cheeks to rid them of the tears that fell, and you sniffled, straightening out your composure.

“You may have made a mistake, Peter, but I will not let you hurt two girls in the process of making yourself happy.”

With that, you turned away from him, walking through the door and back to your friends who stared at you expectantly.

Peter stayed there. He stood in the front of the science lab with a dazed look in his glazed eyes, jaw clenched shut. Then, he let the tears fall. The tears he held in until you left, he let them glide down the sides of his face while putting his head in his hands.

He made a mistake, and he was going to have to live with that forever.

omG!!!! wHY IS THIS SO GOOD???

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕠𝕟𝕖

SUMMARY: Tom has to move to New York when his father got a new job and he’s afraid of moving to a different place. (Y/N) is daughter of a world famous fashion stylist and big wealthy lawyer. What happens when this two keep meeting each other everywhere?

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 6.4K 

WARNINGS: Swearing and vomiting.

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New York is the city that never sleeps, at least that’s what they all say. Every single person that ever walked through its streets fell in love with them and the images stuck in their head like it was the most amazing time they ever had in their lives. That first step you take, breathing in the new air, you just feel like right there everything… works. Even though it had bad traffic, didn’t smell so nice and it was visually polluted. New York was magical somehow and it made everyone feel home even when they are so far away from their own. That’s how Tom felt like on the first time he stepped foot in New York. Renewed and ready to take what the city would throw at him.

When he first heard that he would be moving to a different country, he was fucking terrified. He was so used to London and his friends, changing it out of the nowhere would be really hard for him. He just started making some solid friendships and it was his senior year, he wasn’t ready to let go of the city. What if he got lonely? Or maybe they didn’t like him? He might be cool for a British kid, but maybe he wasn’t so cool as a New Yorker and people would laugh at him. Things for him were falling perfectly into place, he got a scholarship in one of the best schools in the city, his parents got an awesome apartment on the Upper East Side, but he still was afraid of change.

“You don’t have to go alone, you know that darling?” Nikki said to Tom when he admitted to his mother he was feeling afraid of moving. “The school you just got in has an exchange program and I’m sure the Osterfields would love to come along for a year until you and Harrison graduate. And even if he doesn’t come along, it will be such a great opportunity to you as an actor. Maybe if Harrison came along, it would be good for him too.”

And that’s the story of how Tom’s best friend came with him to America. But how he got there in the first place? Well, it’s very simple. Tom’s dad, Dominic, was a comedian and got offered to work in New York and had to move as quick as he could and he would be there for a long time. After a long conversation, the whole Holland family decided to move with him and they all had to manage their whole year again, including finding a place to support the whole family, a new job for Nikki and new schools for the kids. Luckily, the Hollands were a wealthy family, not extremely wealthy, but money never was a problem. Having their firstborn with a scholarship in one of the best schools in New York was huge for them.

The day they left England was the worst anxiety attack Tom had in his life, but all of the boy’s worries went away the first time he stood in the middle of the city, right in front of his building and took a good look, standing right next to his best mate, who rested an arm over his shoulders with a smile on his face, admiring the city just like the one standing next to him. 

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this is gonna be so good, i'm dying to read!!!!!!

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕨𝕠 - 𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕣

SUMMARY: It’s the first day of senior year. Harrison and Tom got everyone’s eyes on them, but Tom only has his eyes for a certain someone and she’s willing to get to know him better.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 914 (Teaser); 9.2K (Chapter)

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking.

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why do i love this story so much?????? 

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕨𝕠

SUMMARY: It’s the first day of senior year. Harrison and Tom got everyone’s eyes on them, but Tom only has his eyes for a certain someone and she’s willing to get to know him better.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 9.2K 

WARNINGS: Swearing, mentions of sex, underage drinking.

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“I can’t fucking believe it!” (Y/N) cursed and pressed her pillows on her ears, groaning in anger. “This is just disrespectful.”

It had been a long day for (Y/N) and the thing she craved doing the most during the whole day was having a chill and early night, but things started to go sideways from the moment she stepped into her apartment. It was the same old chaos, with all the people hired to work for your family running around the house and your mom smoking a cigarette and checking some emails in the living room. She didn’t give two fucks about how her daughter was feeling or even took a good look to see her face. She only mumbled ‘I got a date, so don’t wait up’ and disappeared hours later with a pretty red dress.

The whole night was hard, trying to take care of herself and staying hydrated. Also, it was one of the nights her mental health was getting the best of her. She was feeling lonely and weak, but that was just something that happened a lot and she was getting used to it, even though nobody should get used. She tried to wash it down with hot teas and solo movie night with scented candles and a bubble bath. While she emerged in hot water, she started to think about her life, it was completely shitty and there was nothing she could do about it. Her mother didn’t care about her and her father was never around when she needed it. Also, she didn’t have any true friends and that was what she hated the most because that meant that no one liked her enough to stick around.

And then she remembered the boy she met earlier today. Tom was different than anyone she had ever met and something about him made her want to know him better like she was supposed to know him somehow. The boy didn’t leave her mind during the whole night and it was funny how he just appeared and didn’t leave. There was nothing special about the way they met, he was just nice to her and it made her feel better. Maybe after today, she would have a friend. That was too good to be true, who would want her as a friend anyway?

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This chapter is so good!!!!!

𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

SUMMARY: There’s only one subject in school, Noel Kaim’s party. Tom and Harrison think it will be cool to show up, but (Y/N) has other plans.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 7.8K 

WARNINGS: Underage drink, a little smut.

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Being in school was almost torture if you didn’t like Noel Kaim because everyone around seemed to be talking about one thing and one thing only, Noel’s party. They were excited about it because every year it got plenty of good gossips to feed everyone for a full month. Couples were made along with fights, drunk friendships and one night stands that everyone ended up knowing about, no matter how secretive they wanted to be about it.

(Y/N) saw those parties in a very different way. Guys were always trying to talk to her so maybe they could hit that and they were never the ones she wanted to be with, disrespectful most of the times. People were trying to befriend her so they could take advantage of it, with she only wanting to drink something and spend the whole night on the dancefloor, maybe flirting with a few guys when she felt like it. And to be honest, she was kind of sick of it, wanting nothing more to skip this year’s party.

Noel wasn’t thrilled with her decision and followed her around the whole week so he could convince her of tagging along, but she was still mad about him not talking to her during vacations and about him being aggressive with her the other day. And he was everywhere she went, on her apartment, the café before classes, her mother’s office when she was over for a photoshoot, even on Saks when she went out with Courtney and Stacy for shopping. It was pissing her off.

Also, he wasn’t happy about (Y/N)’s proximity to the new London boys, the ones that everyone in school were talking about along with his party. People were wondering how it would be like to party with them, who would they hook up with or if they were even going to show up. Noel was even afraid of them dethroning him as the most popular guy in school, not that they wanted such thing. Tom hated being the centre of attention, Harrison kind of liked the attention, but there’s no way he would do anything crazy to earn it. And seeing the boys with his precious little (Y/N) infuriated him.

(Y/N), on the other hand, was loving to hang out with the boys. The night out with Tom at Vertigo was surprisingly good, and she didn’t have to worry about whether it was a date or not, because it while she was facing him, it didn’t matter anymore. And after that night, they got to hang out even more. He’d meet her at the café before class to have some pastries and a tea, she’d hang out with him and Harrison in front of the St. Jude’s entrance, he’d drive her home after class. They got so close in so little time that it was weird for both of them, but they weren’t complaining, they kind of liked it.

Harrison and (Y/N) became friends too. Of course, nothing could beat his long time friendship with Tom and her instant connection with the boy, but they liked each other’s presence. They grew into a small friendship with Tom as a bridge to connect them, and they were hanging a lot together, but (Y/N) wasn’t as opened with Harrison as she was with Tom. Maybe they didn’t have the same kind of instant connection as she had with Tom, even though she adored Haz.

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣

SUMMARY: (Y/N) gets offered to make her childhood dream come true, even though her mother keeps making her annoyed. Tom starts feeling some new things which he never felt before, and can’t even name it.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS: 6.3K 

WARNINGS: Swearing, underage drinking and FLUFF

A/N: I just wanted to say that’s it’s a short one, but it’s SO CUTE. I love it! AND ITALICS ARE TOM’S THOUGHTS. 

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                               𝕗𝕠𝕦𝕣  • 𝕧𝕠𝕘𝕦𝕖

Josephine’s office on Midtown Manhattan had a great view of New York’s skyline, and it was beautiful during the afternoon when the sky was orange, almost like a golden glow covered the whole city. (Y/N)’s small office could barely fit two people at the same time, but it had the most incredible view of Central Park, glowing with the afternoon sun. Sometimes she would just pop up in her mother’s office to close her door, prepare some coffee, put on some soft music and sit there watching the park. When she had work to do, it wasn’t so bad with one of those views.

Fashion work was hard. (Y/N) would watch people go crazy every time they had a big event coming and this time it was Vogue’s cover and big interview with her mother’s brand. People were freaking out to put up with some looks, trying to contact models and makeup artists. Josephine even had her daughter back in the office to help her with reaching people and even sewing last-minute outfits. And right now she was leaning back on her chair, legs resting over the table as she sipped her coffee and tried to contact models for work.

“Everything is a disaster.” Josephine said as she came into her office, slamming the door behind her. “I just need a second of quietness.”

“Do you want some coffee? Maybe tea?”

“Chamomile, please.” Her mother breathed out, and she laughed, getting up to her small coffee station on the back of her office to prepare some tea for her mother. “Your outfit looks cute.”

“Thanks.” (Y/N) glanced down to her body and chuckled. Today she went for yellow plaid high waisted pants, a simple black shirt and heels. Josie always taught her how to dress up fancy but straightforward during office times. She approached her mother, who was now sitting on her chair, and gave her some tea.

“Thank you, sweetie. I just can’t be out there any longer. They’re driving me insane.”

For the past week, Josie was too busy to pick on everything her daughter was doing. That’s why their relationship wasn’t conflictual for the past days. She even came home for dinner more than one time, and maybe she was too tired of work to go to a restaurant and talk even more about fashion with some coworker or fashion journalist.

“I got Taylor Hill and Bella Hadid to model for us.”

“I got Naomi Campbell for cover.” She said, and (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” 

“And then she cancelled.” (Y/N) rolled her eyes and leaned back at her desk, watching her mother dramatically drink her tea. “We have a week to find someone else to cover the spot.”

“Go with Bella Hadid.” She suggested, and Josie groaned.

“If I get Bella for cover, I have to find another model to cover her spot.” She finished her tea and glanced up to her daughter. It was like something clicked on her head. (Y/N) frowned as she watched her mother get up her seat and smirk.

“What are you thinking?”

“You could model for me.” Josie said as she pointed her index finger to her daughter, and (Y/N) chuckled.

“Are you serious?”

“Dead serious. You look gorgeous wearing the collection.” Josie unlocked her phone and showed her a picture where she was wearing one of Josie’s designs. “So, what do you think?”

“Are you kidding me? Of course I want to do this. Vogue fucking Magazine.”

“Good, so I’ll need you here Friday after class so we can take pictures. Come without makeup and something simple to take off.”

“I’ll be here.”

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𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 • 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖

SUMMARY: It’s (Y/N)’s birthday! And Tom’s gonna make sure his best friend gets the best birthday of her life - that if no one else disturbs their peace.

Based on my one-shot, Flawless.

PAIRING: Rich!Tom Holland x Rich!Reader (Best Friends to Lovers AU)

WORDS:  7.6K

WARNINGS: (+18) Anxiety attacks (TRIGGER), mentions of sex, swearing.

A/N: The anxiety part can trigger those who have a strong history with anxiety. You can skip it if you want it!

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That (Y/N) and Tom quickly became best friends was obvious. How they became attached to the hip in two simple months was still an enigma to everyone around them. When Tom invited her over for dinner to meet his whole family, they were still trying to process the fact that he - for the very first time in his life - brought a girl over so they could meet her. It didn’t matter if they were dating or not, it was only intriguing because he never showed any affection to a girl, and suddenly he had one to introduce to them.

They didn’t know what it was, but they noticed the biggest smile on his face and his glossy eyes, shinning as he looked down to her. That was the moment they all knew it was something special for him. And they all noticed why he liked her that much; she was one of the nicest people they have ever met. Very polite, very charming and very funny. But again, she only behaved that way because she felt as if it was a safe environment to be herself.

And well, when it came to her family meeting Tom, it was complicated. Vicent loved him ever since they first met, on the day (Y/N) invited Tom to a chill country club day to play golf and just meet her father. They engaged a pretty decent conversation where Vicent was convinced that Tom was a good guy, and he helped (Y/N) play better, earning some tennis lessons later as well. Her father was very happy that his daughter had someone to talk care of her when he wasn’t around.

But for Josephine, things were pretty different. The dinner at their apartment was a disaster since Josie wasn’t even trying to get to know Tom because her mind was made and there was no coming back. For her, he wasn’t good enough for her daughter and should definitely stay away from her. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she wasn’t interested in getting to know him and even cut short some of his sentences, which resulted in a very angry (Y/N) locked on her room for the rest of the weekend.

That didn’t affect their relationship though. They were closer than ever, going to every party, being each other’s wingman, having brunch together every Saturday morning and a lazy movie afternoon on Sundays. They supported each other when things were tough, and laughed with them when everything was fine. Typical BFF relationship, that now everyone knew about, making them the rumoured secret couple from school, which was obviously not true.

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Fall

Description

Y/N and Tom Holland friendship is anything but ordinary, the two of you have been the best of friends for more than half your lifetime.  The friendship seems relatively traditional on the outside until once people started befriending them than finding out the two are more than friends but less than lovers.  A/N: I want to write something that is pure crack.  This is my first time writing something with Tom Holland. 

Important Note: In this story, no one is famous!

Universe: Slice Of Life

Genre: Romcom & Maybe Smut 

Foreword

"How am I a doofus?"

The question made him rolled his eyes, "Seriously Y/N? Are you for real right now? Why are you a Doofus? Did you not hear what came out of that mouth of yours, you dumbass?" That made you smack the back of his head as he hissed at you, "What the fuck you bitch."

"Damn it, Tom and Y/N can you two stop acting like children?" The calmest one in the room asked as he stared down at them, all he wanted to do was come down for a glass of water then head right back up the stair to his room to finish up some paperwork.  Instead, he's down here listening to a pair of best friend bicker about God knows what.  "It's her," Tom quickly said and pointed at you, "This gremlin right here needs your help to knock some sense into her.  

Harrison, would you do the pleasure, and I don't know; you see stomping on her because I think all that studies on behavior is getting to her psychologist ass." Tom added then he gave your shoulder a shoved.  "You ass hole," You seethed then you couldn't help yourself so you lung and grabbed two handfuls of Tom's hair and started pulling.  Harrison's eyes open wide, "What the fuck," he said as he tries to pull You off of Tom, but instead of navigating you off of Tom, you somehow ended on Tom's lap with your legs wrapped around him.  "Don't fucking touch me, Harrison," You shouted not letting go of the hair that belongs to your best friend whom you had known more than half of your life due to the both of you being neighbors when you were younger.  "Get the fuck off of me, you witch," Tom scream as he does his best to push you off of him.

Harrison lets go of you immediately, knowing very well no matter how hard he pulls, you would not let go of Tom. It's a known fact for a girl you are strong when you want to be even Tom is no match for piss off Y/F/N Y/L/N.  "I'm going to call auntie," Tom said to her as he grabbed both of your hand, you loosen your grip at the mention of your mom. Which gave him the chance to flip you over, and you landed on your back with him hovering over you as Harrison stare on awkwardly. 

 A smirk made it's way to Tom's face, "Bloody hell, I don't care you, ass hole, " You said back not caring at the fact that Tom is now in control of the situation, having a good hold on your wrist right above your head.  "Listen here you witch, you're going to make me go bald one of these days," he said with a grin, the two of you are beyond comfortable with one another, there is no such thing as personal space between Tom Holland and Y/F/N Y/L/N.  "I mean if you like it rough all you gotta do is ask Love," Tom said with a wink making you rolled your eyes, "eww you piece of shit."

"Guys," Harrison called out deciding to break the two of you out of your own little world.  The focus on Harrison gave you a chance to kick Tom off of you, you sat up straight and gave the sweet male your undivided attention.  "I swear you two are going to end up going to jail one day or killing one another with your antics," Harrison said as he shook his head.  He has known the two of you forever now when becoming friends and roommate with Tom, at first he found your friendship odd, but over the years he got used to you both.

"I'm a detective, so I'm going to be able to pull some string while this chick here will get herself in the slammer for her stupid antics," Tom stated.  "I told you I'm not going to go to jail that shit only happens if I get caught, "You screech for what felt like the twenty times since telling him.

"Whoa whoa whoa jail?" Harrison whispers the last word acting like the three of them were in a library or something.  You rolled your eyes, "No one is going to go to jail, that only happens if I get caught which I fucking won't," you said, giving Tom a look.  Tom rolled his eyes, "Bitch is you stupid?" He said once again losing track of how many times he asked you if you're stupid.  Harrison ran his hand through his hair; yours and Tom friendship consist of you two calling one another the most pretentious names to the sweetest names.  "Bitch I'm a psychologist I am not stupid," you said with a matter of fact tone.  "I think you need someone to evaluate your ass," Tom said, then gave you a little shove causing you to grunt, "you need one."

"I think all of those criminal cases are getting to your head," You said with a smirk.

"Mate as your roommate, I demand you tell her how stupid she is," Tom said and pointed at you.  "For fuck sake will one of you tell me what's going on? All I wanted was a god damn glass of water then head back up to my room to work on a new sale pitch, but instead, I'm standing here watching you two fight like animals."

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Fall (1)

Description

You and Tom Holland friendship is anything but ordinary, the two of you have been the best of friends for more than half your lifetime.  The friendship seems relatively traditional on the outside until once people started befriending them than finding out the two are more than friends but less than lovers. 

 A/N: I want to write something that is pure crack.  This is my first time writing something with Tom Holland.  

Important Note: In this story, no one is famous!

Universe: Slice Of Life

Genre: Romcom & Maybe Smut 

"How am I a doofus?”

The question made him rolled his eyes, "Seriously Y/N? Are you for real right now? Why are you a Doofus? Did you not hear what came out of that mouth of yours, you dumbass?" That made you smack the back of his head as he hissed at you, "What the fuck you bitch."

"Damn it, Tom and Y/N can you two stop acting like children?" The calmest one in the room asked as he stared down at them, all he wanted to do was come down for a glass of water then head right back up the stair to his room to finish up some paperwork.  Instead, he's down here listening to a pair of best friend bicker about God knows what.  "It's her," Tom quickly said and pointed at you, "This gremlin right here needs your help to knock some sense into her.  Harrison, would you do the pleasure, and I don't know; you see stomping on her because I think all that studies on behavior is getting to her psychologist ass." Tom added then he gave your shoulder a shoved.  "You ass hole," You seethed then you couldn't help yourself so you lung and grabbed two handfuls of Tom's hair and started pulling.  Harrison's eyes open wide, "What the fuck," he said as he tries to pull You off of Tom, but instead of navigating you off of Tom, you somehow ended on Tom's lap with your legs wrapped around him.  "Don't fucking touch me, Harrison," You shouted not letting go of the hair that belongs to your best friend whom you had known more than half of your life due to the both of you being neighbors when you were younger.  "Get the fuck off of me, you witch," Tom scream as he does his best to push you off of him.

Harrison lets go of you immediately, knowing very well no matter how hard he pulls, you would not let go of Tom. It's a known fact for a girl you are strong when you want to be even Tom is no match for piss off Y/F/N Y/L/N.  "I'm going to call auntie," Tom said to her as he grabbed both of your hand, you loosen your grip at the mention of your mom. Which gave him the chance to flip you over, and you landed on your back with him hovering over you as Harrison stare on awkwardly.  A smirk made it's way to Tom's face, "Bloody hell, I don't care you, ass hole, " You said back not caring at the fact that Tom is now in control of the situation, having a good hold on your wrist right above your head.  "Listen here you witch, you're going to make me go bald one of these days," he said with a grin, the two of you are beyond comfortable with one another, there is no such thing as personal space between Tom Holland and Y/F/N Y/L/N.  "I mean if you like it rough all you gotta do is ask Love," Tom said with a wink making you rolled your eyes, "eww you piece of shit."

"Guys," Harrison called out deciding to break the two of you out of your own little world.  The focus on Harrison gave you a chance to kick Tom off of you, you sat up straight and gave the sweet male your undivided attention.  "I swear you two are going to end up going to jail one day or killing one another with your antics," Harrison said as he shook his head.  He has known the two of you forever now when becoming friends and roommate with Tom, at first he found your friendship odd, but over the years he got used to you both.

"I'm a detective, so I'm going to be able to pull some string while this chick here will get herself in the slammer for her stupid antics," Tom stated.  "I told you I'm not going to go to jail that shit only happens if I get caught, "You screech for what felt like the twenty times since telling him.

"Whoa whoa whoa jail?" Harrison whispers the last word acting like the three of them were in a library or something.  You rolled your eyes, "No one is going to go to jail, that only happens if I get caught which I fucking won't," you said, giving Tom a look.  Tom rolled his eyes, "Bitch is you stupid?" He said once again losing track of how many times he asked you if you're stupid.  Harrison ran his hand through his hair; yours and Tom friendship consist of you two calling one another the most pretentious names to the sweetest names.  "Bitch I'm a psychologist I am not stupid," you said with a matter of fact tone.  "I think you need someone to evaluate your ass," Tom said, then gave you a little shove causing you to grunt, "you need one."

"I think all of those criminal cases are getting to your head," You said with a smirk.

Tom rolled his eyes and points at you, “I think you should have Liam for an evaluation.” He said bringing up your co-worker slash friend. You rolled your eyes and responded, “I think you should transfer to a different department being part of narcotic is not good for you, Mate. I think too much drugs for Tommy is no good.” 

"Mate as your roommate, I demand you tell her how stupid she is," Tom said and pointed at you.  "For fuck sake will one of you tell me what's going on? All I wanted was a god damn glass of water then head back up to my room to work on a new sale pitch, but instead, I'm standing here watching you two fight like animals." 

“I’m getting married!” 

“Congratulations?” The word came out of Harrison’s mouth more like a question; he didn’t even know you were seeing anyone let along long enough to marry the person. “Over my fucking dead body, Y/N,” Tom chimed in and shook his head. “I already decided Tom, and I told you,” you said once again, and Harrison nodded now, understanding the situation a little better. “And I said no, you fool,” Tom said with a father like nature that only made you roll your eyes. “You’re not my dad,” you stated, “like hell, I’m not, but I know damn well that uncle would not agree to this shit.” Since both of you grew up together, you called each other parent’s aunt and uncle.

“Come on, Tom, you’re unreasonable,” You said with a pout, grabbing one of his arms and shook it, wanting him to lighten up.  Tom gave you a what the fuck look, “I’m unreasonable? Love, are you serious?” He asked, and you nod, “I think you are,” You replied then looked up Harrison, “Harrison tell him he’s unreasonable.”

Harrison let out a groan as he waved both his hand in the air, “I can’t say shit if I don’t know what the fuck you two are arguing about.”

“You see it all started at a bar,” You said with a smile as you begin to tell the story.  Tom rolled his eyes, “Oh bloody hell get to the story, mate.” You shoot a glare as he glared back, and that made Harrison even more annoyed.

” TELL ME THE GOD DAMN STORY BEFORE I GO BACK UPSTAIRS AND LET YOU BOTH KILL ONE ANOTHER.”

“Well damn,” You and Tom both said at the same time as you both stare at one another and back at Harrison. “Anyways as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted by this fucker,” You said and gestured to Tom causing the two male to rolled their eyes. “As you know John is graduating from university next week which means his student visa is going to expire and he has mentioned to us on several occasion that he loves Englands and wants to live here.  The problem with that is he has to leave and shit so last night while drinking with him, Liam, Emma, Sam, and Jack. I told him that I would marry him so he could stay in England.”

“Stupid right?” Tom asked with a smirk on his face, “How the fuck is that stupid? I want to help a friend out.” You defended yourself, and Tom shook his head, “your ass was intoxicated last night hence the reason I had to pick your ass up and bring you here.”

You shook your head, “even if I weren’t drunk, I would offer the same solution because I’m a nice person.” 

“HA! Nice my fucking ass, let’s not forget I have known you most of my life love.  Nice my ass, you’re the same eight-year-old little girl that told my five-year-old ass that if I step on a dog tails, sweets will fall from the sky.” You and Harrison burst out laughing at Tom’s story, giggling to the point that tears were falling from both of your eyes. “Oh my god! What kind of person believes that?” You said as he glared at you, you placed your hand on his thigh, squeezing it, “Tommy, you were so god damn gullible.” Tom rolled his eyes, “Bitch I was five-year-old of course, I was gullible.” 

You shook your head, “Poor Chubby had no idea what was coming,” talking about the dog. “Thank god he didn’t bite my cute ass,” Tom shook his head, remembering the dog from across the street as you and Harrison went on laughing. 

“Alright back to this witch, tell Y/N it’s a stupid idea.  Marrying someone so they could stay in England is the dumbest idea ever, not being a good friend.  If you want to be a good friend to John, you take him out to dinner or something and congratulate him on his MBA degree not give him a bloody marriage certificate.”

“I can’t back out now; you should’ve seen the look in his eyes. My offer made him happy.”

“That is not your problem, you fool,” Tom hissed once again.  You rolled your eyes, ignoring him, “John really wants to stay here,” you told the both of them. “I agree with Tom though; it’s not a good idea to get into a fake marriage so that John can stay.  The scheme can land you up in jail; it’s already a bad move that you even told Tom whose a cop.” Harrison said, and you rolled your eyes, “Not a bad move when the cop is the person I trust the most.”

“Then listen to the person you trust the most,” Tom said as he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him and just laying your head on his shoulder. “I want to help John out, him staying in England is an excellent opportunity for him,” you let out a sigh. “Then tell his ass to find a job that will give him a working visa, and down the line, his ass can find someone to fall in Love with him, and he can get married with for real.  That solution is a much better one Love, where you won’t end up in jail.  I would hate to see you in handcuffs not to mention you get jail time and all John would get is a ticket back to New Zealand. That’s a shit deal on your end, and you aren’t going to get shit out of this,” Tom snapped.

You looked up at Tom whose face is inches away from yours and pout, “I get to help him out now that’s nice.”

“I’ll disown you, Y/N “he quickly said back, the two of you never breaking eye contact with one another.  Harrison, on the other hand, lets out a groan, the two of you look like you are in the process of kissing, “you two can solve your own shit, I have things to do,” and with that, he made his way back up to his room. “You wouldn’t dare,” you press back then cupped his face and a smirk appears on Tom’s face. “Listen to me you Witch; I’m telling you one more time that this is the dumbest shit you have ever said and that said a lot because it’s you, Y/N, and you have said a lot of stupid shit.”

You caress his face, “but you love me,” you cutely said to him as you made a face. “Sadly, I do,” Tom said with a smile then push you away from him, “I still refuse for you to marry John for the sake of him staying.”

“Come on, mate,” You softly said as you lay your head on his lap, you looked up at him, “I need you to agree with me.”

Tom looked down at her, “I’ll have you arrested, Love,” he said as he brushes the hair away from your face to get a better view.

The thing with the both of you, you both won’t do anything if either one of you does not agree with it.  It has always been like that growing up; if Tom did not agree with you, you would not go through with it.  Everyone in the entire world can be against you as long as he was right there next to you with that smile of his, you feel at ease.  The two of you have been through almost every major stepping stone with one another; you told each other everything to the point there was nothing left.  Tom and you know all about one another first date, first kiss, when you both lost your V card, the start of Menstruation, Etc.  Every milestone you both come across in life, you both always went through it together, middle school graduation, high school graduation, university graduation, first interview, first job, all the first. “You wouldn’t do that to me,” the tone of your voice was softer than you excepted, “that would be cruel Tommy,” you added then play with his left hand that’s resting nicely on your stomach.  Tom let out a sigh, “I want you to think straight Love.  Marriage is not something to joke about; that’s a fucked up concept to fool.  Pretending to date is one thing, but this whole shit will be on file and just, so you know, you will be followed by the government wanting to make sure this entire shit is real.  Not only that, they are going to interview you two all the time as well to make sure your story matches, and if it doesn’t, an investigation will be launch.”

“See you know so much so you can help me,” you smile wide at him as he let out a scoff, “over my dead body.”

“THOMAS!”

“You can sleep alone then,” Tom said to you, which made you closed your mouth.  You had gotten used to sleeping with him next after your roommate Lisa moved out a few months ago, and you haven’t been able to find a new roommate that fit your standards.  Since then, you have been sleeping at Tom’s house and vice verse, you have gotten used to having his arms wrapped around you when sleeping. “Why do you hate me?” you spoke again, Tom rolled his eyes, “you know damn well that’s the furthest thing from the truth you brat.”

 The Next Day 

 “That’s fucked up!”

Tom shrugged not taking his eye away from his computer monitor as his partner in front of him spoke. “The only person that’s fucked up in this situation is Y/N because I warn that Witch,” he said with a matter of fact tone. “It just sounds like she wants to do a favor for John and I see nothing wrong with that,” the man said, grabbing Tom’s attention, “What do you even know Nick?” 

Nick chuckled at the younger respond; he didn’t mind; he was used to Tom up and down behaviors; after all, they were partners for a few years now. “I know Y/N would kill you if you report John to immigration,” Nick said while laughing, he couldn’t hold in his laughter at Tom’s rant on calling immigration to deport John back to New Zealand. “That Witch will not kill me; my mom will kill her if she kills me,” Tom laughed.  Nick shook his head, “you two are so fucking weird,” he replied, knowing the depth of the friendship that Tom shared with you.  Tom raised an eyebrow, “and you’re any better? Let’s not fucking forget that you made me stop at KFC while we were in the middle of a drug investigation, Mate?” He said with a matter of fact tone, the two of them are part of Narcotics. “Mate, we still did a drug bust and caught all those mother fuckers. I can’t catch crackheads with an empty stomach, so forgive me for being hungry,” Nick snapped back at his partner.  Tom shrugged, “I don’t give a fuck,” he waved him off.

“Anyways,” Nick began as he put his pen down from whatever report he was doing, “I thought you and John are cool.” 

“I never said anything about me not being cool with John,” Tom said, confused by Nick’s statement. “Then what’s the problem? I mean it sounds like Y/N just wants to help a friend out which I think it’s darn kind of her,” Nick pointed out.  Tom rolled his eyes, “Kind? Lending him some money for whatever the fuck he needs is bloody kind,” he preached then added, “but this whole fucking fake marriage shit her dumbass wants to pull is not kind.”

“Calling immigration for no reason is not any better than what Y/N’s trying to do,” Nick implied to him. “We can’t save everyone Nick, and if I can save one person, I’m going to save my bitch of a best friend,” Tom grumbled getting a bit annoyed that no one understands him.  Nick burst out laughing, “you’re an ass, you know that right?” That question earns him a middle finger from Tom himself. 

“What’s up with him? He’s so testy today more than usual,” the person that stopped by their desk questioned the two. “Our little Thomas is in a bit of a pissy mood today Miles,” Nick answered the older guy.  Miles raises an eyebrow, “Nick face just piss me off every time I enter the precinct,” Tom stated. “I know the feeling,” Miles said as he made a face and added, “That’s how I feel every time, Cam greets me.” Leave it to Miles to cause laughter within the precinct; he was talking about Cam another detective who works at the front desk that greets people that come into the precinct. “Any who why are you so testy kid?” Miles asked Tom, even though years have passed since Tom rookie days, Miles is used to calling him kid more than his actual name. “Y/N wants to marry John, so John doesn’t have to go back to his country,” Nick answered for his partner.  

“Dude! What the fuck,” Tom said glaring at Nick, “Miles does not care,” Nick defended his action.  Miles rolled his eyes, “I’m not going to snitch on your girl beside this is the Narcotic department and not immigration.”

“I never said she was doing it; I said she was thinking about it,” Tom snorted.

Nick points at his partner, “If anything he wants to call immigration to get John in trouble,” he told Miles.  The oldest out of the three gasps, “What? John Brown is so nice; he always offers to pay every time we go out for drinks now that’s a stellar guy,” Miles kindly said. “I never said he wasn’t nice,” Tom groans not wanting to speak about the topic any longer with the two of them. “Unless you think he’s no good for England, then I will back you up on your claim,” Miles softly said so that only Tom and Nick can hear him. “Dude, that’s fucked up,” Nick said while laughing and Miles shrugged, “The kid is family, so I have his back.”

“Thanks but I don’t need it,” Tom said as he shook his head.

At times the men he works with can be a lot, but at the end of the day, they are his family.  Everyone in Tom’s department is like family; they do their best to even hang out with one another outside of work. Also attending one another’s birthday, wedding, whatever life event they would all try to be there.  Miles was the one that took Tom under his wing when he was new to Narcotics but being him; Tom became one of the best at his job even being better than Miles at times.  Out of everyone at their department, Nick and Miles know all about Tom, and Y/N’s, the two of them are even friends with you as well.  Being partners with Tom for most of his career now, Nick, always without a doubt, hears about all of his builds up frustration with you.

“You and Y/N just need to fuck and get over with it, all this build up sexual tension is not good for you, Mate,” Miles said, shaking his head.  Tom let out a grunt, “I’m serious, no one knows what’s up with you two like yall are more than friends but less than lovers. That’s confusing as fuck; I’m just saying just fuck, so you don’t be butthurt about this John shit.”

“How about confessing?”

“Oh gee, thanks for the advice, Nick, I wish, I have thought of that,” Tom sarcastically said, “Damn, I wish I fucking thought of that.”

“No need to be a dick,” Nick mumbled then went back to finishing up his report. “She always thinks I’m joking, so she kinds of just brush me off, that bitch,” Tom shook his head as he ran his fingers through his hair.  Miles chuckle, “you two are never single at the same time and now yall have been for over a year now and nothing.  Kid, you and Y/N are a weird case of I love you, but at the same time what the fuck is going on with Y’all type of people.” Tom rolled his eyes at Miles statement, no one understands you and him and to be quite honest neither, did he. Why weren’t you guys a couple yet? It’s not for the lack of trying on his part, but something always seems to cause you two to step back from one another when things are just about to advance a bit further.

“I’ll just have to call Jimmy from Immigration to arrest Y/N and John if her dumbass goes through with the marriage,” Tom said in a very casual manner. “Mate, that’s fucked up,” Nick said, but Tom was not bothered by that statement. “That’s my boy, that’s how you do it, petty level 100,” Miles proudly said as he gave Tom a few pats on the back.

“Y/N will kill you.”

“Y/N will do no such thing.”

“What won’t I do?” The three men turned around to see you standing there with a smile on your face, “What are you doing here?” Tom asked, surprised to see you, “I came to visit you, duh.”

“Ewww, why did Cam let you in?” Tom grunts loudly, “Oh shut up you, dick,” you snorted at him.  Miles chuckle, “It’s good to see you Y/N,” he greeted you before leaving; he had to get back to his desk to finish his work. “So what are you two talking about?” you asked as your eyes dart from Nick to Tom, “Mind your god damn business, Love,” your best friend said to you. “You two are fucking weird, I’m going on my break,” Nick said as he stood up from his desk and walked away from you both. 

“Did you take your lunch break yet?” You asked him as you held tightly onto your yellow cross body bag.  The good thing about working for in private practice, you were able to call the shot yourself and take appointments as you please along with breaks as you please.  Tom shakes his head, “not yet,” he told you. “Great,” you said as you took a step forward, grab his pen and place it down on the table, “take it now.”

“I don’t want to.” 

You shrugged, “I didn’t ask if you want to or not,” you said then grabbed his right hand, holding it with your left hand and intertwine your fingers together.  You smile down at him, “Lunch is on me,” you said as your wiggling your eyebrows.  Tom chuckle, how could he say no to you? That stupid smile of yours always made it hard for him to say no, “okay,” he mumbles. “Yay, now get up because you’re too heavy for me to pull up,” you said as you did your best to pull him up.  Tom laughed and got up from his seat, he let go of your hand to grab his jacket, he then put on his coat, “let’s go,” he said and grabbed your hand and head out of the precinct. 

“It’s a beautiful day today, isn’t it?” You asked him as you swing yours and Tom’s hands up and down as you walk to your usual lunch spot. “I guess,” he replied which made you rolled your eyes at his response, “Okay moody pants,” You said with a smile.

“I’m not moody, and the sun is literally in my eyes, Love,” Tom said with a matter of fact tone as the two continue walking towards their destination. “What a big baby you’re, Thomas,” You said as you rolled your eyes, instead of responding to you, he allows you to lead him to the restaurant.  You let out a laugh, for as long as you have known one another, Tom is always whining about something, it wouldn’t be him if he didn’t complain or whine about something.

“I can’t wait to eat all the bread,” You announced the moment you got into the booth at your favorite restaurant.  You loved the fact that Tom’s workplace was close to your favorite place to eat at, and you love the bread. “Don’t eat all of the Brown one you Witch,” Tom said with a grin, the two of them are forever fighting over the Brown color Bread, it’s a known fact that it tastes the best compared to the regular eggshell colored bread. You rolled your eyes, “The workers know the deal, they only bring the Brown one now,” you states with a matter of fact tone. 

 Tom chuckle, “It’s because you are a cry baby,” he said remembering that one time when you was on your period, how you just burst into tears because he ate the last piece of the Brown bread. “You should’ve been a nice best friend and gave it to me,” you pouted cutely at him. “Oh, god, I always give you whatever you want. Don’t use the one time where I was striving against me,” he said, shaking his head.

“Anyways,” You started as you cross your hands together and smiles at him, “did you think about what I said before bed last night?” You asked him, and that made him remember their last night pillow talk before bed. “Do you remember?” You asked a follow-up question, of course, he recalls, Tom always remembers everything that happens with you.  Last night was no different from any other night, your head resting against his chest, the two of you in a spooning position with his arms wrapped around your waist tightly not wanting to lose you. “What makes you think my answer would change? Just because you asked me to think about it right before we went to bed?” Tom raises an eyebrow, and You had asked him to sleep on the idea of you helping out John.  You told him that you did not know how to go back on your words and you did not want to face John, after all, it was your idea. “I gave you the best cuddle of my life,” You declared like a child not getting what you want. “Fuck off, Mate,” Tom said as you shoved a piece of bread into his mouth, “I have had better.” 

You let out a dramatic gasp, “How dare you,” you said doing your best to be serious, but you just ended up laughing.  Tom rolled his eyes, “I’m looking out for you; this is not what you want to do trust me, and your parents would not approve.” 

“Oh god, they won’t approve of anything, the only thing they would approve of if I marry you.” 

The two of you laugh knowing how true your statement is, not just your parent’s but his as well.  No matter how many time you and Tom told them that you two were the best of friends, both of your parent’s did not care.  The rent did not care how many significant others the two of you brought home; they were never satisfied with the person. “Then you should marry me then,” he said half joking and half serious. “Oh for bloody sake marriage is not a joke,” You said, and he raises an eyebrow, “Funny that you’re saying that when it comes to me.  When all you have been doing is wanting me to support your dumb ass jail scheme for the sake of John.”

You let out a sigh, “I just want to be a good friend. And he’s always talking about wanting to stay, and that just makes me feel bad. I know I shouldn’t have drunk so much that night, and maybe I wouldn’t have blurred out such nonsense that I most likely wouldn’t be able to go through.”

“I know that you did not drag me out from my desk to talk about this,” Tom said with a sigh, he did not want to talk about John any longer. When he’s spending time with you, Tom rather you both not discuss other people and just talk about one another or Harrison. “Sorry,” You said, shaking your head as you took a sip of water.  Before anyone can speak once more, the waitress came over to talk both of your orders, Tom order for the both of you.

“His visa isn’t going to expire the moment he graduates; he has time to job hunt and get a working visa.  There is others option out there that does not involve your ass in jail.”

“Right,” you said then looked up at him with a smile, he’s right, you did not drag him to eat with you to talk about someone else. “How is your day going?” You decided to change the subject; you knew you were getting him a bit pissed off with your nagging of the topic of a fake marriage. “Same shit just different day,” Tom shrugged his typical answer that made you laugh. “If you hate your job that much, why are you still doing it?” You asked, and he shook his head, “I don’t hate my job, I love beating crackhead up.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“I’m your dick,” he said with a wink making you smile, knowing that he was no longer annoyed with you. “Sadly yes,” you laugh then added, “you know people that are crackhead don’t have a choice? Addiction is an evil thing.” Tom shook his head, “Listen, Love, I don’t need your psychologic speech where people can’t help themselves because it’s an addiction.”

“It’s true,” you defended your statement, and he waved you off, “You and I deal with different people. I’m dealing with people that are dealing it with other people that put lives at risk, so these people deserve to serve time.  While you, on the other hand, see people that want to change themselves and they are telling you why they choose that route. Baby, you are dealing with people that are going through fucked up shit in their life, so you are attached, I’m not.”

“Life is hard,” you sadly said just thinking about people who are affected by the evil of drugs. “It is but hey shit happens and you deal with it,” Tom shrugged, such a man’s respond you though to yourself, so typical of him. “How’s work for you?” Tom asked back, and a smile appears on your face, You always loved when people ask you about your day, especially when he asked. “I had to take over one of Liam’s patient, remember the woman. I told you that she was falling in love with him?” You laughed, and Tom nodded, “The lady that asked her husband for a divorce?” He asked, and you nodded while smiling, “Yes, well today she came in with her best outfit and what not, and she tries to have sex with Liam.  It was hilarious; I wish you were there to witness it yourself, the look on Liam’s face. This lady was chasing after him that he had to hide behind me,” you laugh as you’re retelling the story. “She has an obsession with Liam; it’s crazy, he needs to stop making client fall in love with him then again it’s not his fault that he’s charming.”

“Are you falling for him?” Tom suddenly asked you, your eyes open wide and shook your head, “Fuck no! Liam is handsome, and all but that man is weird,” you said, talking about your co-worker. “How did you guys get her to leave him alone?” He asked, “I told her that Liam and I are lovers.”

“WHAT!”

“It got her to leave him alone,” You said, “What’s up with you? Are you trying to be with everyone, you Witch?” Tom blurred out as you raise an eyebrow, “First you want to marry John, and now you are Liam’s lover.”

You burst out laughing, “chill the fuck out; I’m just trying to be a kind friend just like I would do for you.”

“I’m different,” Tom defending himself but instead of adding on to the topic of the two of them, you changed the subject feeling awkward. “Yay food is here,” You happily said as the waitress placed the plates down.

“Stealing,” You grabbed a piece of fries off of his plate and shoved it into your mouth. “I would be more surprised if you didn’t steal any fries off my plate,” Tom asserted, after all, you were always stealing food from him, and he was used to it. “It’s a force of nature now,” You proudly told him as he rolled his eyes at your respond. “A horrible force of nature if you ask me,” he growled which made her laugh, “I know, but you love me so who cares.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “While you’re out there trying to be everyone else’s lover.”

“Oh gosh,” You said waving him off, “That woman was going to eat Liam alive had I not helped him. I mean, you should have seen the look in her eyes; it was like he was a piece of meat of some sort.”

“Liam needs to get laid anyways; maybe it wouldn’t have been a bad idea,” Tom nonchalantly said then took a bite of his burger. “That is true but I rather he has sex on his own free will instead of it been pushed upon him,” You said with a smile then took a spoonful of your Cajun pasta. “Who knows he might end up liking it,” Tom said with a shrugged making you laugh, “how cynical of you.”

“I wouldn’t say cynical more like I’m looking out for my fellow bro,” Tom told you with a grin. “It’s against the rules to be dating a client, and that applies to sleeping one as well. I’m pretty sure Liam would rather keep his license intact instead of screwing around.”

“Who knows what anyone wants anymore,” Tom shrugged and added, “I don’t even fucking know what I want out of life anymore!”

“SOOOO Dramatic Thomas,” You crowd and pointed at him, “By the way we are going drinking tonight.” 

Later That Night

 “Why are you out? When clearly all you want to do is be in bed.”

Tom took a sip out of his beer, “I already told the brat that I would come out to drink with her, so here I am.”

Harrison chuckle, “can never say no to Y/N now, can you?” It wasn’t a question because Harrison already knew the answer, no matter how tired Tom is, he will always be there for Y/N. The pair have always been couple like since he has known them, but it’s only gotten a bit more intimate these following six months since Lisa moved out of Y/N’s apartment.  It did not matter what time of the day it was, or how busy Tom was if you needed him, he was out the door in a flash. “It’s a lot easier for me to bring her ass home instead of her drunk ass calling me to come get her.” 

That’s the truth, being at the club with you is a lot easier for Tom, he was already with you instead of being in bed worrying about you than falling asleep then having your drunken call wake him up at whatever time. “Looks like your princess needs your saving,” Harrison gestured to the bar where you are, and by the looks of it, you were doing your best to brush off the strangers next to you. “What the fuck, do people not get the concept of no?” Tom said right before leaving his spot next to Harrison, making his way towards you.

“Come on, let me buy you a drink,” Tom heard the man say, follow by your no thank you. “The lady told you she’s good,” Tom said the moment he approaches you. “Mind your own business,” the man turned to Tom, “No, you mind your stuff if you don’t want any problem, Mate” Tom then open his jacket, flashing his badge. “Whoa man,” the man put his hands up then quickly walked away. “You’re such an ass,” You tease, “Oh so you rather I let him bother you for the rest of the night?”

“Kidding,” You protested then grabbed his hand before he could leave your side. “I told you not to wear that,” he gestured towards your tight black dress that left little to imagine. You rolled your eyes, “It’s a club, you don’t expect me to wear a maxi dress now, do you?”  You questions and he shrugged, “It would make my job a lot easier had you wore one,” he said as you moved closer to him. “Whatever,” You said, pulling him closer to you, “Imma buy you another drink, you need another one,” you stated then turned back to the bartender. “This chick,” Tom mutter to himself, he removes his hand from yours then stood behind you like a shield so no one can stare at your ass. “An order of Blue Moon please,” he heard you tell the bartender, “don’t even think about it,” Tom said to the person next to him looking like he was about to approach you, “not today,” he said then placed one of his hand on your waist. “I fucking hate you for wearing this stupid shit,” he whispers into your ear as he pinches the thin fabric to prove a point. You turn around and smiles, “you do not,” you said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and shook your head. “You’re a piece of shit for wearing it,” he said as you place his hands on your hips. “It’s not my fault that people are looking but if I do say so myself my ass looks banging in this dress,” you compliment yourself. Tom looked down for a moment then back at you, “I agree, but now you have all these thirsty men wanting you.”

“Who fucking cares, they can all look,” You said with a shrugged as he was about to respond another person came over. “What the fuck Y/N,” they both heard, You turn to see who the voice belongs to and smile. “Hey girl hey,” you greeted the said female with a smile, “you hussy,” the woman said, pointing at you.  You frown for a moment, taking your arms off of Tom and pulling yourself away from him, “Me?” You asked as Tom stares at the whole thing really confused, he didn’t understand why you are being called a hussy. “I’m a hussy?” You asked confused as you stare at the lady in front of you, “Yeah you bitch, how the fuck can you cheat on Liam?”

“Ah,” both you and Tom nodded now getting the situation now. “Kelly, it’s not what yo--,” You couldn’t even finish your sentence when Kelly interrupted you, “I’m going to tell Liam on you,  you two-timing hussy.” Tom, on the other hand, was doing his best to hold in his laughter as this Kelly woman is throwing all types of insult at his best friend. “Tell me what?” A wild Liam appears next to you and Tom with a smile on that handsome face of his. “Liam, I found this hussy cheating on you,” Kelly said, pointing at you causing Liam to burst out laughing, he didn’t have as great composure compare to Tom.  Kelly frown, “Why are you laughing? She’s cheating on you with this man,” she said, pointing at Tom which made him rolled his eyes.

Tom is just staring at you, Liam, and Kelly, thinking to himself how this whole thing would resolve.  Kelly is over here ranting about god knows what, he stops listening to her after the fifth time she called you a hussy, while at the same time calling him handsome but that still does not give you a valid reason to cheat on Liam.

“She’s not cheating on me.”

“I’M NOT?/ SHE’S NOT?”

“Of course not,” Liam said with a big smile as he walks towards you and Tom, he inserted himself between them. “The three of us are one,” he cheekily said as he wraps his arms around you and Tom. “Say what now?” Tom asked and looked at Liam, “you three?” Kelly asked, pointing at the three. “Yes, yes, we are boyfriends and girlfriend,” You proudly said going along with Liam mess of a story while Tom, on the other hand, is now in a state of shock by this new revelation. “Ploy relationship?” Kelly slowly asked, “Yes, you are indeed correct,” Liam flash her his famous smile. “It’s fun you should try it,” you said with a wink.

“No thanks,” Kelly quickly responded then walked away immediately from them not sparing them a single glance. “Oh my god, did you see the look on her face?” You said as you and Liam burst out laughing. “I think we lost a client,” Liam stated, but the two of you kept on laughing.  

“What the fuck was that?” Tom finally spoke as he pushes Liam away from you and him. “The three of us are in a relationship, duh,” Liam said with a shrugged as You giggles and agreeing with him. “There is no three of us you ass,” Tom shook his head and turned to you whose just laughing your ass off, “it’s not that funny.” 

“Live a little Thomas,” You said and poked his cheek trying to make him smile, but it didn’t work. 

“Do you think she followed us here?” Liam asked you, walking over to stand next to you. “I wouldn’t put it past her, she’s crazy as fuck,” you said, shaking your head, “you’re a good girlfriend,” Liam joked then put his arm around you. “I know, I’m like the best so you should treat me to food,” you said, putting your head on his shoulder. “I’ll treat you to food on Monday,” Liam said, then turn to Tom, “you can come too since you helped.” 

“Against my fucking will,” Tom barked eyeing you and Liam carefully. “Oh shit your beer,” You remember, you pulled yourself away from Liam and to the bartender. “What did I tell you about touching her?” Tom asked as he pulled the older male towards him, “My bad dude, it was an in the moment thing,” Liam defending himself. Tom rolled his eyes, “It won’t be at the time when I arrest you for being part of a drug ring.” 

“You bastard,” Liam said while laughing as he listens to the same threats once more.

Jealously is a bitch!

“What are you going to plant drugs in my office or something?” Liam tease his younger friend, he finds it funny as hell, and it brought him great joy when it came to the story of Tom and Y/N. “I might if you keep teasing me,” Tom said with a shrugged while Liam rolled his eyes, “you two are fucking weird.”

“Weird? No,” Tom said, shaking his head, “Batshit crazy a little, I will agree to that,” he added.

“IM BACK BOYFRIENDS,” You loudly said over the music and hand them both a drink, “your Blue Moon and Liam, I order you, your usual Henny and Coke.”

“Best girlfriend ever,” Liam said with a smirk, “Don’t push my button, Mate,” Tom mutter just before taking a sip out of his beer.  Liam, on the other just laugh, he just really enjoys teasing the fuck out of both of them.

“Greatest friends you guys are leaving me alone,” Harrison commented as he stood in front of the three of them. “Took you long enough to join us,” Tom said with a grin which earns him a middle finger from his roommate. “Y/N is a hussy, did you know that?” Liam asked which made you burst out laughing while Harrison stare in confusion then looked at Tom. “Don’t ask me these two are weird as fuck,” he said, shaking his head. “That’s so mean to say about your boyfriend and girlfriend,” You said as you wrapped your hands around his free arm. 

 “Boyfriend and Girlfriend?” Harrison question his roommate, and Tom shook his head, “Trust me, and you do not want to know.”

You looked up at Tom and smile at him, “Tom is Liam and me, boyfriend.  The three of us are in a poly relationship,” you announced. Liam burst out laughing as he stares at Harrison, “Shit dude, look at your face,” he called out. “I mean I didn’t even know you three were into that but fuck if you are, I’m cool with it,” Harrison nodded his head.

“Don’t believe these bastards,” Tom said, shaking his head as the two. “Live a little babe,” You murmured, you tiptoe to place a chaste kiss on his cheek.

 The Next Day

  “Drink some more water instead of complaining,” Liam said then place the cold water bottle right in front of you. “Why is it so hot?” You groan before grabbing the water and drinking it, the sun was beaming down on you, and it didn’t help that you had a massive hangover from last night. Why couldn’t you listen to Tom? Why are you such an alcoholic and drank so much to the point Tom had to carry you home? “I just want to go back to bed and sleep this hangover away,” you said as you stare up at Liam whose standing beside you eating a hot dog. “Want some?” He offers some of his food, and you shook your head, “I’m going to puke if I eat anything,” you inform him. “Suit yourself,” he shrugs, “How are you okay right now? You drank a shit ton of Henny and Coke last night,” you stated the obvious. “Unlike you my friend, I know how to pace myself, and I remember that your ass volunteers me to sell baked goods at this fundraiser,” he said with a smirk as he stares at everyone at the park.  

Today was the usual fundraiser that the police in their city did once a year to raise money for youth.  Tom had asked you if you wanted to help out and of course, you said yes, and along with that, you sign up a bunch of your friends as well stating it was for the greater good so of course, they couldn’t say no. “Why didn’t you remind me? Had I remember, I wouldn’t have gone ham,” you held on to your pounding head as you stare in the middle of the field where all the officers are posing for pictures and what not for their next year calendar.

“Ummm your man should’ve reminded you,” Liam said and gesture to Tom who is standing there shirtless and what not. “I hate him, he dragged me out of bed and made me come,” you hissed, staring at Tom whose smiling away.  Liam laughs and nudges her, “Smile, a little girl, and her mom coming this way,” he said, and you did as told. “Hello, what would you like?” you sweetly asks the little girl and her mother, “go ahead and say what you want,” the mother said to her daughter. “That one,” the little girl said, pointing to the Red Velvet cupcake with cream cheese frosting, “awesome choice that one is my favorite,” Liam flashed a smile. The little girl smiles cutely at Liam and nods her head, “That will be a dollar please,” you said, and the mother hands her the dollar, “thank you,” they all said as the duo took their leave.

“So, what’s up with you and Tom now?” Liam wiggles his eyebrows, he took a seat next to you.  You raise an eyebrow, “What do you mean?” you answer his question by asking him a question, “I mean you two? Y/N, you barely go back to sleep at your place, and when you do, Tom is there sleeping there as well.”

You shook your head, “I don’t like sleeping alone, I love body heat.  Is that a crime to love body heat? And If I must say so myself, his body is fire, and he’s my best friend.” You glance over at Tom quickly and back to Liam. “Y/N, you slept alone before this whole weird shit just happen six months ago,” he rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what you want me to say, he’s my best friend,” You shrugged, but you knew Liam was not satisfied with your answer. “Best friends that are basically lover,” he stated the obvious.

“It’s not that simple, and Tom thinks I’m joking half the time,” you professed.

“You two play too much that’s your problem,” Liam claimed, and you let out a sighs knowing how valid those words are, you can be a bit much at times. “I was so horny last night, Liam,” you pouted as you began your story, “I haven’t had sex for almost a year now.”

“Damn, that’s a long time not to get any,” he shook his head, “No shit,” you barked then grabbed one of the cookies and shoved it into your mouth. “Y/N, that’s a cookie, not a dick, so imma need you to chill because there are children here.”

“Fuck you,” you hissed which made him laugh, “I’m not the man you’re trying to fuck, he’s over there,” Liam gesture his head to Tom. “I try that last night, and he won’t give me some either,” you admit.

“WHAT?”

“Why don’t you go grab the bullhorn from Harrison and announce it, why don’t you?” you growled and pointed to Harrison whose holding a bullhorn, Tom placed him on announcement duty and such. “Don’t test me mate because you know I would,” he proclaimed, causing you to close your mouth knowing very well what Liam says he does. “I got rejected, bitch claiming that I’m too drunk to know what I’m doing and made me go to sleep.  Tom made me go to bed; he changed me into my sleeping clothes and forced me to go to bed.”

“What a gentleman!”

"Gentlemen my fucking ass, that bastard is full of shit.  As my best friend, he should give me what I want because he knows when I'm drunk, I'm horny, " You groan as you did your best to remember what happened last night.  All you could remember is asking Tom for sex and his rejection. You let out a sigh and told Liam what you remember of last night.

 “Do you need me to do anything?” Harrison asked the moment they enter the house.  Tom shook his head while holding a drunk you on his back like a bag of potatoes, “Mate, I’m good, I got this; you go ahead and sleep.” He said, giving him a weak smile, “Good night then,” Harrison said then made his way to his room.  Tom, on the other hand, head to the kitchen with you in tote to grab a bottle of water, “Y/N, you always have to go hard, don’t you?” He hissed knowing very well that your motto, go big or go home and of course you always go big.  He then made his way up the stairs into his room, he dropped you softly on the bed and sighed, “You’re going to feel everything tomorrow.”

“Tommy,” you slurred, grabbing his hand as he was about to head to the draws to get you some clothes. “Yes, baby?” He sweetly answers, taking a seat next to you, “I-im horny,” You began as your eyes flicked open and stared at him. “Can we please have sex?” you whine in your drunken state as he sighs, “I think you had too much to drink, it’s time to go to sleep baby,” he cooed. Tom’s respond made you toss and kicked like a baby.  You aren’t one to be mature when it comes to drinking and being drunk; you were always the one that caused a bit of a scene just like you’re doing right now. “Baby girl, you and I have a long day ahead tomorrow, so we both need to sleep.” Tom sweetly said, when you’re in your drunken state he always used sweet pet names with you instead of their usual Witch, Bitch, Fool, and such. “I want you inside of me,” you pouted, and that made him swallow hard.  One would think he would be used to your horny outburst by now before it wasn’t direct towards him because you did have your share of boyfriends and hooks up.  The thing that’s been going on with you both started after Lisa left, “Please go to sleep.”

“W-why, don’t you want me, Tommy?”

Tom took a deep breath, the way you were purring his name made it hard for him to control himself as well. “Tommy pay attention to me! I wore this tight dress to impress you,” your drunk ass told him.  Tom chuckle, “and you look fantastic in it, Love, but it’s time for bed,” he said, then placed a peck on her forehead.

“I want to have sex with you,” you cried once more than all of a sudden you pulled down the top of your dress revealing your Black lace bra. “I even wore your favorite bra,” you mutter as you closed your eyes.  Tom gulp hard staring at your breast, you were right those are his favorite bra, he has a thing for Black lace anything. “Are my boobs not big enough for you?” you asked him, and he shook his head, staring at his best friend whose obviously tired out of her mind and drunk at the moment.  He wonders if you would remember all of this in the morning, “they are perfect,” he mutters as he stares up at your face.

“Let’s get you into comfortable clothes,” he said, getting up off the bed and headed towards the draw.  There was no one in hell Tom was going to have sex with you for the first time when you are drunk, it’s not right, and he flat out refuses to no matter how horny you both felt.  

  “Rejection at it’s finest,” Liam proclaimed and laughed at your little problem. “I know! Am I not worthy of sex?” You asked him, and he laughs, “You can always get it from Jai, homie loves sex,” he said and pointed to their friend whose works in immigration.  You rolled her eyes, “No thanks, I heard he has a daddy kink, and I refuse to call anyone besides the man that gave me life daddy.”

Tom burst out laughing, “Hey, don’t judge him, we all have kinks,” he said with a grin. “I know, I’m just saying,” You said with a shrugged. “Besides, I wouldn’t say shit you are the girl that wants her best friend’s dick inside of her,” Liam tease causing your face to turn beet red. “I hate you, I’m never telling you anything again,” you said then began to shake Liam violently.

“What’s going on here?”

Liam yanked your hands off of him, “Your bitch of a best friend is trying to kill me. That’s what’s going on,” he said and pointed at you. “He’s annoying,” you said with a shrugged which made him laugh, “I rather you do not kill him in front of all these cops, it would be hard to bail you out Love,” Tom said with a smile. “Hey, I resent that,” Liam criticized but it was no use, it was going into deaf ears when you and Tom are near one another. “You resent a lot of things,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I resent you for not having a shirt on either,” Liam pointed at Tom’s abs.

“Those ladies over there are loving me,” Tom said and gestured to the females that are gawking at him. “Disgusting,” You mutter softly but loud enough for the two men to hear you. “Don’t be jealous you Witch, you get to see more than them,” he teases you making your cheek heats up and turn red in embarrassment. “Imma need you two to relax and act like a normal pair of fucking best friends for a moment.”

“Define, normal?”

“The complete opposite of y’all,” Liam loudly declared as he pointed to the both of you.

“Ouuu John, my future husband is here,” You excitedly said as you waved. “He’s not your future husband you Witch,” Tom scolded you once again, but she shrugged not caring in the slightest.  

You smile as you got up from the baked table and ran to greet John.  Tom glared then turned to grab a cookie and shoved it into his mouth. “God damn it, what did the poor cookies ever do to you guys?” Liam yelped, staring at Tom gulp hard on the cookies then chugged the water that belongs to you.

“I’m going to deport his ass,” he preached then added, “who fucking invited him here?”

Liam gave him a what the fuck look, “you invited him, you invited us all that day we went out to eat for Mile’s birthday.” He reminded him, and that’s when he remembers that he did invite everyone to this fundraiser because he wants to raise money. “Y/N’s fake marriage plan cloud your memory?” Liam said with a smirk which earns him middle fingers from Tom.  

“I’m going to tell immigration and deport his ass,” he hissed.

“Dude, that’s cruel.”

“Then you can go with him,” Tom said with a shrugged not caring what nonsense came from his mouth. “I was born here you shit head,” Liam said with a matter of fact tone. “I can make it as you came here illegally, it’s not like we need a Liam Brown here,” Tom jeered as he pulled his pants up. “I would take your threat more seriously if you had on a shirt, but you’re shirtless in front of me and bitching about random shit.”

“Oh fuck you, Liam,” Tom rolled his eyes, “I like women,” Liam said with a reassuring tone. “That’s debatable; you have the biggest crush on Sammy who looks more manly than you and not to mention who’s a lesbian,” Tom said and pointed at his fellow cop whose selling raffle tickets.  Liam stares at the woman police officer who’s a total tomboy, “She’s still a she, so that still makes me straight you fuck face.”

“Hey guys,” John greeted the two with a smile on his face. “Thanks for coming, I’m so glad you could make it,” Tom said with a smile, changing his whole tone, different from moments ago. “Fake,” Liam told between coughs as everyone is staring at him while Tom, in particular, is glaring. “Them allergies is getting to Liam,” Tom said in between his teeth and Liam nod, laughing, “yeah.” 

“I have some allergies medicine in my car.  I can get you some if you want?” John offers, and Liam shook his head, “No, No, I’m good.” 

“John, do you want anything?” You asked as you pointed at all the baked goods on the table.  John smile and nods, “I’ll take whatever,” he said then grabbed a twenty dollar bills from his wallet and handed it to Liam. “I only want one thing so just give the other nineteen free to whoever comes,’ he kindly told him. “So nice,” Tom said through his teeth, “you’re just the best,” Liam added. 

John shyly laughs, “you guys are amazing, doing this to raise money for the city,” the compliment Tom. “We do our best,” the policemen said with a smile. 

“Best person ever,” You told him with a thumbs up as while he rolled his eyes.

“Y/N,” Tom called out once he notices a van pulling in the parking.  

“Yeah?”

“I have a surprise for you,” Tom told you and held up his hand for you to grab. “Ouuu, is it ice cream?” You asked as you intertwine your fingers together with Tom, “It would have melted by now you dummy.” You shrugged, “You’re Thomas Holland so you would have been able to manage,” you said with a smile. “We can go get ice cream later, but you are going to love this surprise,” he concluded.

“Oh my god, are you going to murder me?”

Tom looks down at you, “If I was going to kill your ass, why would I tell you that you will love the surprise? Who the fuck would love getting killed?” He hissed, and you shrugged, “I don’t know, you might be saying that to throw me off track.” You casually told him, “God damn it, you witch; you’re so fucking dumb,” he commented, once again leave it to you to turn everything into a big joke. “Sheesh, Louise, I’m kidding,” you said with a smile as you use her free hand to tug on his arm, “don’t be mad.”

Tom rolled his eyes, “you’re lucky cops are surrounding us,” he cheekily said, making you laugh. “You love me,” you cutely said and let him bring you somewhere. “I’m beginning to wonder if loving you is worth it anymore,” he joked and stopped right in front of a van. “What is this?” You asked him, and he smiles at him, “I wanted you to see it first before I let Maria bring them to the field.”

“Maria?” You said confused, then a tall female came out of the van and made her way towards them with a smile on her face. “That’s Maria,” Tom pointed at the tall girl, “Hi,” Maria kindly waved to you, “I’m Y/N.”

“Maria here works for a nonprofit animal shelter, and her goal today is to get all the dogs and cats in this van adopted.”

“OH MY GOD NO WAY,” You excitedly scream as you let go of Tom and cover your mouth, you started jumping up and down. “She’s excited,” Tom told Maria, and she laughs.

“You are telling me that inside that van are a bunch of fluffy animals?” You asked, and Maria nodded, “That’s right, they are all waiting to be love.” You clapped your hands, “I can do that, Oh my God, I can love the crap out of all the fluffy animals, omg omg omg omg omg.” Maria and Tom are just laughing at how adorable you are being. “Imma needs you to bring the excitement to a minimum,” Tom told you as grab your hand. “Love, can you do that for me? If you can’t, Imma need you to go back or else you are going to scare all the animals there, and Maria will not be able to let you see them.”

 You nod, “I’ll behave just let me see them,” you cutely said making him laugh. “Maria let her at them,” Tom said, letting go of your hand to allow you to follow Maria.  

 TBC 

A day in the life of a (marvel) fanfiction reader:

Person: you’re always on that damn phone, would it hurt you to put it down and pick up a book instead?

Me *slightly offended* : as a matter of fact I actually read every single day.

Person: really? And what is it that you read every single day?

Me *remembers all the fan fiction I read on a daily basis and fantasize about 99% of the time*: Uhmmm *laughs nervously* I read a lot of things... fiction...short stories... and all that...

Person *starting to get suspicious*: care to give an example??

Me *sweating nervously while I panic(at the disco;)*: uuhhhhh Shakespeare..? YEAH Shakespeare!

Person *squints eyes*: if you’re so sure then quote something from his work..

Me *mind starts racing at the speed of light*: umm... doth mother know you weareth her drapes...?

Me:

Person:

I love this series so much, your writing is so amazing! If Adrien tries something I swear I will never forgive him, I don’t think I can handle the angst that I feel brewing lol

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Wipeout - Chapter 7

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys, hope you enjoy this chap its extra long! Let me know what you think, I love getting feedback! Also just a heads up, the italics indicate a flashback, I hope that’s clear in how it’s written but if not now you know lol. Love you guys xx

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Tom misses you, then he comes home

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“Souvenir shopping is hard,” Harrison complained as he looked over a rack of keychains, “Mum said just to bring her a keychain or something but how do I pick…”

“Get her one with her name or ‘World’s Best Mum’ on it,” Tom suggested while he peered at a shelf full of shot glasses, “Do you think (y/n) would like a shot glass with a shark or a turtle on it more?”

“Well I think she’d like the shark, but I don’t know if getting her a shot glass is the best gift. She’s pretty specific about houseware,” Harrison peaked over at the glasses, “I thought you were getting her that shirt?”

“Yeah, but the more I looked at it the more I thought she wouldn’t like it…” he stepped away from the glasses, “You’re right man, this is hard.”

“There’s some cute jewelry over here,” Harrison tapped one of the racks beside him.

“Oh, good call,” Tom looked over a few sets of earrings and bracelets before he noticed a few coconut bead necklaces at the bottom of the display.

There were some very simple ones, similar to his, and some that were more complex. One caught his eyes, it had the opposite color scheme of his, having mostly white beads with a few brown ones intermixed. What stood out most to him though was a dainty, pink clay flower bead right in the middle of the necklace. He smiled as he plucked it off the rack, he knew you liked his necklace, you’d probably like having your own too. Plus he thought it’d be cute if the two of you matched.

“What do you think of this?” he asked Harrison.

He nodded in approval, “I think she’d like that Tom, it’s cute.”

“Yeah, I think so too…”

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Tom laughed as you swung at the empty beer can flying towards you. You let out an annoyed cry as you missed and started spinning around the bat again. You swayed as you tried to stabilize yourself, telling them that you were ready for the next can. You’d dragged Tom across the whole party just to play, insisting that you were really good at dizzy bat, and you just had to show him.

“Come on (y/n)! You got this!” he encouraged you from the side lines.

You attempted to steady yourself again before they threw the second can. This time you managed to hit it, crushing it and sending it bouncing a few feet away. You squealed happily and the small crowd cheered for you, one of the boys clapped you on the back and told you it was a good hit. The small bit of force would have sent you tumbling to the ground if it weren’t for Tom.

“Woah, you alright?” he asked.

You nodded and giggled, “Yes, I’m okay, so okay.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he laughed, “Hey why don’t you come sit down for a sec while I get you some water?”

You nodded again, “Yeah, yeah, I wanna sit. Everything is still spinning.”

“I’m sure,” he smiled and walked you to a few plastic chairs nearby, “Here, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Tom,” you grabbed his arm with a big smile, “Wasn’t I so good?”

He chuckled again, “Yeah, you were amazing Flower, stay right here okay?”

“Don’t call me Flower,” you mumbled while he walked away.

He smiled to himself as he padded into the house. Tom had volunteered to DD for you so that you could get plastered to celebrate finishing all your finals. The initial idea was that he and Harrison would take you and Grace out, but Harrison and Grace had a family birthday to go to. You still wanted to go out though, and Tom would never pass up a party, so now it was just the two of you. Tom was honestly a bit relieved because you were much easier to look after when you were drunk, Grace had a tendency to get into fights.

Tom peaked out one of the windows at you while he filled up a large class of water. He wasn’t really worried, you were just at Leo’s and he knew pretty much everyone there, but he still didn’t want to leave you alone for long. You were just scrolling through your phone, paying no mind to the  world around you. Tom nodded in approval and decided to grab you a snack as well. He dug through a pile of snack sized chip bags until he found something you would like and ran back outside with them and the water.

In the few moments it had taken him to find the chips you’d managed to disappear. Tom made a quick lap outside, assuming you’d jumped into another round of dizzy bat or something, but you were nowhere to be found. He was starting to get worried as he paced inside, luckily he spotted Leo right away.

“Leo, hey,” he clapped his hand over his shoulder, “Have you seen (y/n) anywhere?”

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morning light (tom holland)

A/N: Hi! If you’re even reading this, I just wanted to say that this is the first piece that I’m ever writing. It’s super fluffy and short. Also, it’s loosely based on Harry Styles’ Sweet Creature. Thank you if you do read!!

Sunlight streams through the curtain hitting the white, cotton sheets wrapped around the two lovers. The light hitting Tom’s face slowly brings him out of his dream state. He opens his eyes and is met with a harsh glow that makes him blink rapidly and maneuver out of the sunlight’s direct path. Once the haze passes,Tom can see the other body laying next to him. A soft smile passes his lips as he sees the glow that reflects off of her back. Both straps of her silk nightgown have slipped down her shoulders due to her constant tossing and turning throughout the night. At first, he was a bit taken aback by how much she could move in one night but now, since it’s almost an everyday occurrence, Tom had gotten used to it. Everything about her had become endearing. The halo effect the sun has on her is fitting to him in every way. He can’t help but wonder how he got lucky enough to be able to experience the feeling of being in love with a woman like her. A true angel in her own right. This morning was one of the rare ones where neither of them had anywhere to be and Tom was trying to take in every second with her slowly. He loved his job but it was exhausting to be up at 4 am, 5 days a week. Carefully, he removes his arm from its place beside her head and turns his body to the right to take a glance at the digital clock on the nightstand.

6:25 AM

Tom lets out a soft groan, silently hating that his girlfriend had chosen to live in a place where the sun rose so early. He turns back to admire her again. He slowly lifts his hand to reach out and touch her but hesitates. He doesn’t want to wake her but eventually gives in and runs his fingertips softly along the exposed skin of her back and shoulders. After a couple minutes, she begins to stir. Tom stops his movements and feels a little guilty for disturbing her at such an early hour. She moves her head from its position, allowing Tom to see her face. Pieces of hair have fallen in front of her eyes so Tom pushes them back, behind her ear. He expects to see her colored irises when she moves but her steady breathing and peaceful visage causes him to realize she is still asleep. He chuckles lightly under his breath; his girl could sleep through a hurricane. He takes his time analyzing her features. The way her eyebrows are slightly furrowed, creating small lines in between them. The way her bow-shaped lips move with every breath she takes. His palm that lays flat on her lower back moves to caress her jaw. His middle finger traces the shape and follows it until it reaches her chin. Tom always tries to commit the look of her into his memory each time he is in her presence. He continues his delicate journey, mapping the shape of her lips, the lift in her cheekbones, the imperfections embedded in her skin, and the curve of her nose. His fingers acting like a pen along a piece of paper, writing the most romantic words of poetry along her skin. He moves his hand back to hold her jaw and uses his thumb to stroke her cheek. All of his weight shifts as he lifts himself up onto his elbow. Leaning down he presses light kisses onto her. Delivering one kiss to each of her eyelids, one to each cheek, and finally slanting his lips against her soft ones. As he pulls back he sees the corners of said lips curve up into a tired smile and he lifts his gaze to still closed eyes.

“Good morning, love.” He says as he notices his words are laced with a rasp that comes with the time of day.

“Hi.” Her own small, delicate voice responds to him and his chest tightens as the sweet melody reaches his ears. “How long have you been up? Not too long, I hope.” She pauses with a frown, “You need to get some rest, baby.”

“You’re all I’ll ever need.” Sincerity drips from the overused line. He knows what he needs and his home would always be wherever the girl pressed up against him was. As long as he had her, he would always be able to find his way back home.

paper rings | peter parker (soulmate au)

     Tomorrow was your seventeenth birthday. You were finally going to be linked to your soulmate. Everyone’s connection was different. Some saw specific colors, others shared emotions. Your parents had been the latter. The bond does not show itself until both soulmates are seventeen. You will admit that your heart was yearning and hoping that it would be one specific person. Peter Parker. You were in the same chemistry class as the honey-eyed brunette. The pair of you have never exchanged more than a few words to each other in the two years that you had been classmates, much to your dismay. From the second that you had laid your eyes on him freshman year, you had been his. Today, walking into school had been anxiety ridden for you. While on the train to school, your head was taken up with the thought of soulmates. 

Would your infatuation with Peter suddenly disappear? What if it didn’t? Wouldn’t your soulmate eventually find out your affection was so focused on someone else? What if Peter was your soulmate? 

No, that is just wishful thinking on your part. Walking up the stone steps, you reached the entrance of Midtown High. As cliche as it sounds, you felt your heart skip a few beats as you walked through the double doors. Peter was standing by his locker, shifting through stacks of paper, with a pen loosely hanging between his lips. Feeling your stare, he looked up and gave you a lopsided smile that wrapped your heart in warmth. Quickly, your eyes flutter towards the grounds as you feel your cheeks heat up at being caught. Walking past him, you flash him a smile as you go to find MJ, who would surely be waiting for you by your locker. You greet her with a flustered smile and she eyes you suspiciously. 

“What’s up with you? Your cheeks are the color of strawberries.” She lifts a finger and pokes at your left cheek. 

“It’s nothing.” You assure her as you hide your face behind your locker door. 

“Mhm, this wouldn't have anything to do with a certain nerd named Peter Parker, now would it? She says with a smirk lighting up her features. “You know, if you just talked to him you could already be his girlfriend.” 

“As if, MJ.” You scoff at her. You and Peter are barely acquaintances at this point in time. He would smile at you when you make eye contact and make small talk at the science tables, but that was the extent of it. You were his chemistry seat partner, that’s all.  

“What do you mean? Never forget that you’re the one that’s out of his league.” 

“Sure,” You sigh. MJ had always seen the best in people, even if she was a tad guarded. “Tomorrow is my birthday anyways. I’m gonna find my soulmate.” You do smile a little at the thought. It is important to be independent, but it would be nice to find a forever with someone. 

The two of you walk to English and take your seats.

     The day passes by, and you are finally on your way home. Your apartment was empty, there was a note on the counter from your parents saying they wouldn’t be home for dinner and that there was money on the table for pizza. They were rarely ever home, due to their busy work schedules, but you were used to it. Kicking off your shoes, you make your way to your bedroom to start your homework. As the time goes by, you try not to stress about your soulmate situation. The closer it got to 12, the more anxious you became. Finally, the moment had come as your clock switched from pm to am. You let out a breath and waited. Nothing happened. You didn’t feel any different. Furrowing your brows, you go to the mirror to search for some marking, which was the most common form of soulmate matching. There was nothing to be found. You sat on your bed hoping to feel anything from your soulmate’s end. All you could feel and hear was silence. Maybe your soulmate hadn’t turned seventeen yet. Then a terrible thought had occurred to you. What if you had no soulmate? It was rare but there had been a few cases of people who had no bond. You were reaching all kinds of scenarios in your head when you heard your parents walk through the front door. You rush under the covers and pretend to be asleep, so they don’t ask you questions that would make you cry in your fragile state. You hear the door open and hushed whispers are shared, before it is closed once again. Falling asleep, you try not to focus on the worst case scenarios.  

     You are woken up by a loud voice. Startled, you glance over at your clock to see that it is 3am. There are two voices speaking about salicylic acid? Confusion and alarm are at the forefront of your emotions. There was no radio on, yet the voices continue to converse about science. Opening your window, you stick your head out and try to find the source, but the voices seemed to be directly in your head. An epiphany strikes you. It has to be your soulmate bond. A smile lights up your features as you finally understand. It was a rare connection to have. Music. You and your soulmate could hear whatever music- or in your case, podcast- the other was listening to. An excited giggle forces it way out of your throat as you listen to scientific procedures. Why your soulmate would be up at 3am and listening to a science podcast was beyond you, but you were relieved to know that you were not without a soulmate. You thought about putting on your own music to let them know that you were there, but you didn’t want to disturb your other half. Your eyelids grow heavy and you are once again drifting back to sleep with thoughts of the periodic table. 

     Waking up at 6 am on a Saturday with just 4 hours of sleep under your belt was not difficult to do when you were excited for the prospect of hearing whatever your soulmate heard. There had been no new sounds in your mind since this morning, but you knew that if you began listening to a song, they would hear it and be as surprised as you had been. You had spent the morning racking your brain for the perfect song to play your soulmate. Nothing too heavy, you wanted a soft introduction. Searching your Spotify playlist, you found the perfect song. Holding your breath, you press play on Taylor Swift’s Invisible String. The intro starts and you wait. The song plays and finishes without interruption. You don’t play anything, hoping for some sort of response. Your heart is beating out of your chest as the same opening intro is played back before stopping. It worked, they had heard you! Excitement coursed through your veins. Freaking out, you look for another song to play for your soulmate. After half an hour, there had been no response. You were disappointed, but you brushed it off as your soulmate just getting busy. Around 8, you decided to take a quick shower. Normally, you would be playing music and singing in the shower, but you didn’t want to bother or annoy your soulmate. The silence was awkward for you. Brushing your hair, you decided to throw caution to the wind and play your everyday playlist. The soft sound of Clairo’s Bags fills the room. You keep the volume low as you hum and sing along. Then, Paper Rings starts playing and you can’t help but turn it up a little and sing into your hairbrush. You finish your nightly routine and head to bed. The weekend went by with no sounds on your soulmate’s end. It was frustrating to say the least, but you tried not to get worked up about it. Lover had been your album of choice for the weekend. Paper Rings had been on repeat for almost 2 days straight. You couldn’t help it. The song just elevated your mood. And with the mountain of assignments you had to do, you needed the boost. You popped your headphones in and started your walk to school. Taylor Swift accompanies you through your subway stops. Walking through the doors, your eyes immediately go to Peter’s locker. He’s standing and talking to Ned. He looks up when you enter and waves at you. You take out your headphones and pause your music to wave back at him. His hand stops its movement as soon as you begin waving back. He seems to be frozen in place as his mouth parts in disbelief. You drop your hand and your smile, thinking that you had done something wrong and cringe internally. Wrapping up your headphones, you walk past Peter, whose eyes are following you. His expression stays the same. Turning the corner, you run to MJ, telling her about your soulmate and your bizarre interaction with Peter. 

“Wait,” she interrupts your rambling about how Peter reacted to your wave. “You waved at Peter? That’s so unlike you. Maybe that’s why he freaked.” 

Thinking about it, Peter doesn’t usually wave at you when you walk in. Normally the two of you would exchange only a smile in the mornings. 

     Sliding into your seat in Chemistry, your leg bounces as you psych yourself up to talk to Peter. You wanted to get past the shy responses you always gave him. Having a soulmate had built up your confidence and you were ready to try and be Peter’s friend. You catch his eyes as he walks through the door frame and into the classroom. Your heart flutters, but you will the feeling away. You had a soulmate out there and it was not Peter Parker. This time it is him who averts his gaze and blushes. He walks down the aisle to his normal seat next to you. For some reason, you are hyper aware of his proximity today and you want nothing more than to melt into his side. You shake the thought from your head. What is up with you today? You turn to him. 

“Hi, Peter.” Your voice sounds small amongst the loudness of the room, but his head perks up to look at you. 

“Hi, Y/N. Wow, you’ve never been the one to talk first.” He laughs, but stops as he sees your face fall. You hadn’t wanted to seem standoffish, you were just painfully shy around him.

“I’m sorry, I-I” You blush a scarlet red as you stumble over your words.

“N-No, don’t apologize. It was just surprising. I’m glad you’re talking to me,” He assures you with a gentle, close-lipped smile and a hand on your arm. Warmth spreads around the area where his palm meets your cardigan. You could sigh at the feeling. “Happy Birthday, by the way. Big seventeen.” He rubs his neck. 

“Yeah, thank you. I didn’t know you knew about my birthday.”

“MJ told me.” You nod at his rushed explanation and a comfortable silence washes over. Peter breaks it by asking you a question. “Sorry if it’s personal, but did you find out what your soulmate bond was? Y-you don’t have to answer, I’m just curious.” 

Before you could answer, the teacher began explaining the assignment for today. You and Peter finished the paper just as the bell rang, signalling the end of the class period. Peter offers to walk with you to your locker. You nod in acceptance. You break the silence once you reach your locker.  

“Um I did get my soulmate bond by the way, it’s bizarre. Mine is a music connection, but my soulmate has only listened to one science podcast so far. It was at 3 in the morning too.” You laugh and look over to see Peter looking at you with the same expression from this morning. You see him duck down to pull his phone out of his backpack and frantically untangle his headphones. 

His movements were startling and you reached a hand out to his shoulder. “Are you okay, Peter?” 

He doesn’t respond. His tongue pokes out of the side of his mouth, as he concentrates on his task. He finally untangles the knots and plugs in the wire, with the headphones situated in his ear. He taps away at the screen. All of a sudden, you hear the all too familiar opening of Paper Rings, your song of choice this past weekend. You gasp as Peter looks up at you and turns his phone around showing you the cover art to none other than Taylor Swift’s Lover album. You reach down and pause the song. Silence falls between the two of you as you try and process what had just happened. 

“Y-You.. You’re m-my soulmate?” You know you must look insane, but there is so much happening in your mind that it’s a miracle you can even form the words. 

Peter watches you carefully as he stands up. “Y-yeah, I mean, I had a suspicion from the weekend and this morning, but yeah. I h-hoped it was you.” He admits shyly. 

Your heart could burst. Here was Peter Parker, the boy you had been hoping was your soulmate, admitting that he had hoped the same thing.  Here was Peter Parker, your soulmate. Before you can even process the words, they are coming out of your mouth in quick succession, “Can I kiss you?” 

He seems a bit startled but recovers and gives a small nod. You reach up to wrap your arms around his neck and delicately press your lips to his. He is hesitant at first, but soon leans into the kiss and places his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You pull away from lack of air, but press your foreheads together. Peter laughs. 

You look up at him and smile. “What?”

“You really like Taylor Swift, don’t you? I’m tired of hearing that song bouncing around in my head. I don’t know how someone could listen to the same song for so long.” 

“Shut up. You didn’t even listen to any music at all.”

“I didn’t want to disturb you. Plus, you listen to enough music for the both of us.”

He leans down again to place another kiss on your lips. His arms are still wrapped tightly around you. You were perfectly happy to stay in his embrace forever. Thanking the heaven’s for whoever was responsible for making him the perfect match for you, you kiss him back. 

I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings

I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this

darling, you're the one I want

In paper rings in picture frames in all my dreams

You're the one I want

feel the rush.

tom holland x male reader.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. rushing a fraternity is highly-competitive, and all-so overwhelming. if it was up to you, you wouldn't have participated in the first place. fortunately, tom was here to provide you all of the shortcuts in receiving a bid to the greek life, as long as you did a bang-up job.

𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓. one-shot [ 5.5k ].

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. male reader 〳 college!au 〳 frat!tom 〳brief alcoholic drinking 〳 closeted!reader 〳 reader is kinda religious coded 〳 sexual content: top!tom, bottom!reader, breeding, kissing, spitting, blowjob (r!giving), humiliation, dirty talk, muscle worship, scent!kink.

“You know you’re not exactly dressed for the occasion, right?”

The door closed behind Tom, sectioning you off from the party. The atmosphere of the event was tangible regardless. Strong beats throttled from wall to wall, tremors from a familiar song tickling your feet. Chants, albeit muffled, were resonant as you could only presume that someone executed a keg stand for the nth time of the night.

Chug, chug, chug, chug, and the crowd roared as if downing a keg of beer prevented Earth from being infiltrated by extraterrestrials. Granted, that was within the best scenario, in which alcohol and everything loud and deafening like university students wanting to fit in were highly toxic to those devious space invaders.

“What—how do you mean? Rushing is pretty formal, isn’t it? That’s what my mom tells me, anyway.”

You felt small from Tom’s comment, taking a peek at yourself in his mirror and shamefully finding nothing out of the ordinary with your white dress shirt, polka-dotted tie, and khaki pants. Though, you had to be honest. It wasn’t a fair assessment, considering you were judging under the purple hue of his dim lights. The compact size of his room certainly didn’t help either.

“Yes and no. Obviously, you don’t want to look like a slob. But you also don’t want to stand out too much. You’re not going to be a Greek if you wear Ralph Lauren from head to toe—that’s obnoxious. It looks like your mum dressed you for the Lord’s Supper or someone’s granddad, which is frankly the worst offender: don’t look like a square.”

“These are all I have—duly noted—so, it’s okay to dress… like you then? Won’t I blend in with everyone else?”

Tom wore a snapback, a blue polo, and white cargo shorts—which was brazen of him considering the amount of drinking and bile you had seen before the party had even began. It was simple to replicate. If it was your mother’s judgement, she would have all the men and women cover up their legs and arms, while embarrassingly leaving you as the prime example of what a gentleman should dress like.

But your mother wasn’t here, was she? Which meant, you could enjoy the holy sight of Tom’s biceps threatening to burst his shirt at the sleeve, his bulky chest at the placket—all for a little while longer before your intuition stepped in at the call of your mother, and forced those thoughts to scurry off.

That was ungentlemanly.

“That’s the point. You blend in, which means you put in the extra effort to get you noticed by the brothers—by us. Outfit aside, I reckon you’re off to a mighty start. Could be a pledge if you keep this up. I’m certainly noticing you,” Tom muttered after taking a sip of his beer, backing you with small, but imposing steps, until your ankles knocked against the footer of his bed, making you fall back. “Here, loosen up.”

He handed you his beer can.

“I don’t—“

“Just a sip to get in the mood. Not asking you to get blackout drunk here, Christ.”

“Sorry, mama.” You tipped the can into your mouth and instantly, the first taste of lager made you grimace, your face and body shriveling up like the bitter bubbles in the back of your throat. “That’s not… pleasant.”

“You get used to it.”

You were an easy target, weren’t you?

All you had to do was lurk around the party like a lost puppy, head and shoulders down as if the entire objecting of rushing was the complete opposite of being noticeable, and then Tom came around to your aid. He flashed that confident, gorgeous smile of his, immediately knowing you’d do anything to receive a bid from anyone at Alpha Kappa Psi, to be a pledge, without ever doing the hard-work of politely boasting about yourself to complete strangers.

Using your body was easier.

“You’ve done this before?” Tom took the can out of your hand and set it on his desk. He joined you at the foot of the bed after, his thigh touching yours. Then his hand on your knee, rubbing to simultaneously appease those nervous twiddling fingers of yours, and to warm you up.

“Yes—but don’t tell my mom, all right? She doesn’t know that I’m—Just… a couple of hook-ups back at home. Nothing much.” You nervously laughed to fill the silence, watching Tom’s hand warm your knee in gentle strokes that seem to ascend closer to your thigh with every cycle.

He stopped at your inner thigh. “I don’t plan on it unless you do a bad job. And/or your ass somehow rips my dick off and I need someone to take accountability for your actions.”

Your body straightened when Tom began kneading at your tender skin. “Not funny, I mean it.”

“Relax, I’m not telling your mom. It’ll be fun…” With one smooth motion, Tom turned his snapback around, the visor facing the back, and his mouth lowered to the shell of your ear. “And if I can be honest…? It turns me on knowing you’re hiding such a dirty secret from your poor mother.”

There was a shuffling, and then a firm grip on your nape that made your breath hitch. Before your instincts to pull away could react, Tom drew you in for a pressing kiss.

You breathed in, sucking the taste of liquor into your lungs, and trailed after the sweep of his lips. His nose smashed against yours, you could practically hear him inhaling you, and you barely got a sound out before your lips were pushed apart with Tom’s wet tongue. He tasted of familiar lager, yet certainly much more appetizing than drinking from the source itself as you pressed closer to him, welcoming him into your mouth with messy licks to the slithering muscle.

“Mm…”

Electricity shot up your spine when his tongue began properly mingling with yours. Sparks ricocheted off your cranium, then back down to your toes, where they flexed and brought the rest of your legs onto Tom’s bed. Heat flushed through your veins, the kiss all-consuming like Tom had needed your moans to survive. He drew you in closer, holding you close, exploring your mouth with his. You let out small whimpers and pressed into him, drowning yourself in his groans as your hand experimented with desperate tugs and kneads to his growing erection. He licked and nipped at your lips in revenge, countering your touch with a much more brazen hand down your khakis and briefs, toying with your bare chub in his palm.

“Had my eyes on you since you walked through that door,” Tom’s breath spilled over your neck, kissing at the stretch of skin in between the seconds of stripping your clothes off and his after. “You stuck out like a sore thumb. Have no idea why you thought you even had a chance, but then I thought about it for longer, watching you stick to the walls, observing everyone, drinking our punch. I knew you weren’t as innocent as you looked.”

You were lost in this sanity. Your lips were swollen and nearly numb from use, but it wasn’t a bad feeling. They tingled in all the right ways, sending signals to your exposed cock, throbbing out in the open air after many clumsy movements of shimmying yourself out of your pants and briefs.

You helped Tom with his clothes, fingers swiping across his muscular back when you pulled off his polo, palms brushing over his toned thighs when it came to undoing his shorts. Surprisingly, no briefs to remove after, which made you even harder, even when you were nearly assaulted in the face with the spring of his erection.

All of Tom was impressive, especially his hard, thick cock.

“Mom told me to make some friends—“

When Tom returned his grasp onto your nape and pushed your head toward his groin, you lost all semblance of self-control. He held you close enough to smell his cock, but far enough to deprive you the pleasure of having him in your mouth. He smelled salty, something of sweat that made your nostrils flare for more, so you pushed your head. You sniffed, lowering yourself until your nose was buried into his heavy balls, and inhaled your curiosities.

The aroma of Tom’s musk was familiar and unfamiliar all at the same time. It was intoxicating. The scent was strong and pure when you pressed in. It was here, a pungent assault to your nose when you took another indulgent breath of his sweaty balls, and your senses went haywire when Tom’s fingers dug into your nape, scraping sweet lines of fire across the nape of your neck, and pulled you over his leaking cock.

Your inability to control yourself was as much of an arousal for Tom, judging by how his cock was twitching with every breath you took to fight off the urge in gulping him down.

“Wow, you really are a momma’s boy, aren’t you? Bet you have her constantly in your mind, telling you what’s right from wrong, don’t you? Tell me, what’s she saying while you’re sucking me off?”

“I don’t know what—mmf!”

Just like that, your mouth was full of Tom’s smell, full of him, god. Your eyes snapped shut and you choked down a moan as you took his thick cock into your mouth at the help of Tom’s bruising grip. One hand braced on his toned and flexed thigh while the other was wrapped around his shaft, holding him steady in your mouth. Your lips wrapped snug around him, hallowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue over veins—multiple veins that were the source of his pre-cum leaking into your mouth like a broken faucet.

Salt spread on your tongue, wakening every taste bud to an early bloom as you squeezed and stroked him at the base, forcing out more drips of pre-cum onto your tongue.

“Fuck, your mouth’s so warm…” His eyes widened at the warm and wet embrace of your tongue slobbering over his cock, groaning at the obscene sounds of your saliva spit-shining his shaft as he was leaning on his elbows. “God, look at you.”

“I’m doing okay…?” You gasped after pulling his cock out of your mouth, spitting out the thick, droopy web of saliva that connected your lips to Tom’s shaft back over the plump, swollen glans. You looked up at him for approval, wide-eyed and dazed, recovering from the stretch Tom had provided your mouth seconds prior.

When you needed a breather, you licked at the underside of his cock, tending to the inches you couldn’t possibly fit inside of your mouth with multiple tantalizing strokes of your hand. You spread your spit thick over his hard flesh, massaging every spit bubble until his cock and balls were moisturized with the slick of your mouth.

“Better than I could imagine, honestly…” Tom marveled with a chuckle, exhaling slow and deep from his gut to seemingly keep himself from spilling too early from your unrelenting strokes. His toes wiggled in his socks, a tic you found yourself simpering about because it was rather the opposite of Tom’s imposing demeanor.

He pressed two fingers against his own tongue, slicking it up with spit, before shoving them into your mouth to get a second opinion on your cock-sucking skills. Tom hummed, his hand removed from your nape to hold your chin up while he watched you take his fingers, pumping them in and out of your tight, sucking lips.

He seemed pleased.

Somehow, it was more intimate sucking his fingers off. Tom was staring. He had always been, which made you nervous since he introduced himself to you. But he was staring, as if he could control your every move with a simple look, as if he was capable of communicating with you without uttering a word. His lips parted, his brow raised, and you quickly caught on to reflect upon his wishes, diligently opening your lips to welcome a third slicked up finger into your mouth.

Right then and there, you figured Tom had taken your brain cells hostage and forged them to work in his favor. Whatever he wanted, you were absolutely pleased to do without a single complaint peeping from your end.

He pulled out embarrassing sounds that would’ve gotten you stoned if your mother ever heard them from your room. His other hand worked on your leaking cock, massaging your testicles and palming the plump tip, because he can—because you let him.

You were Tom’s puppet, and your body was at his disposal.

“See? This is fun, right?”

He slid his fingers out of your mouth ever so-slowly, the dim light catching onto the trail of spit that bridged his fingers and your tongue with a magical glint. They eventually lost their sparkle when Tom was quick to bring his hand to your ass and wet your exposed rim with a finger, circling the flesh at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“M-mm…”

It was pathetic how deprived of touch you were.

Something as simple as a tease made you writhe on all fours. All it took was a lazy stroke of his finger for you to arch your back and draw your ass out. You couldn’t manage more than a moan as Tom guided you flat on your stomach and himself behind you, continuing his taunts after freshly lubing his fingers and throbbing cock.

Upon the next turn, Tom had the generosity of delivering you of a fill that had been making your cock leak into his sheets, that had been making you rock your hips like you were an animal in heat.

After pushing your legs apart, Tom slowly slid one finger inside of you, his mouth opening in rapport, but also in wonder, as your tight hole welcomed his thick digit in with such warmth, your body locking up as pleasure entered your body.

“C-Christ…” you hissed, thighs clenching and ass squeezing around the foreign intrusion. Something like panic, mixed with agonizing, desperate need, froze you in your place, yet you could feel your body melt, beads of sweat forming over the slope of your tense shoulders and back muscles. Every contact point of your body meeting his, from his firm hand kneading your plump ass, to the tender push and pull of his finger, scorched.

“I don’t know, (M/N)… I don’t know if you can take my cock. My finger can barely move. Might have to call it a night…”

The thudding of your heart muffled your ears as Tom pressed in another finger after slowly working you open. Upon instinct, you closed your legs, only for Tom to spread them back apart before your sweaty thighs could meet, keeping yourself exposed and bare under his direction.

You chewed on a whimper, your face pressing into a pillow in your arms while Tom’s two fingers curled and pumped deep inside of you. You felt yourself pulsate around him, the tight ring of muscle unrelenting in its grip around his fingers, but Tom was determined to break you, another digit joining the pair of fingers, demeaning the tightness of your hole with an obnoxious whistle while pushing into your resistance. “Damn, look at that hole… barely fitting in three fingers.”

“N-no, I can take it. Please…” you gasped on an onslaught of curls, fast and repetitive until you were stretched enough for Tom to yank his fingers completely out of you and quickly feel withdrawal symptoms of his fill. Your thighs shook, your ass pushed out for more, your hole twitched in rapport—you murmured a whine that you needed Tom to hear, but was too self-conscious to let it be known, so you settled biting into his pillow to resist your throat from spilling.

“Such a shame. I thought you made the perfect fit for A.K.P., too.”

His touch was soft and exploring, smearing the sweat on your back over the expanse of your ass and covering it in a humiliating sheen that you’d reckon Tom was stroking himself to upon picking up on the lewd, slick sounds of lube sliding over something thick behind you.

“S-stop, stop, please. I-I’ve taken it before, just—give me a chance, yeah? Please? Hear me—feel me out?”

“You’re that desperate, huh? Don’t know if you need the pledge more, or my cock…”

“Your cock… Tom, please—“

“So, you wouldn’t mind if you received nothing in return, as long as my cock was inside of you? Fucking you? Breeding you?”

“No, I just—“

No, no, no. I don’t want you to stop. Please don’t stop. Your ass communicated those pleas in desperate wiggles. A strong smack to your ass cheeks meant to halt you in place, but it only made your hips more fervent as you graciously backed into the thick of Tom’s cock, reaching back and giving him a needy pump or two, then slid him against your crack.

A needy moan escaped when you felt the weight of his cock sandwiched between your cheeks.

“So, you don’t want my cock? I’m confused on what exactly you’re telling me. Hurry, before I lose my patience.”

You felt a stickiness to your rim. Peeking over your shoulder, you took a glimpse of Tom presumably tracing your hole with his cock and spreading his pre-cum thick over the smooth flesh. The small space grew humid with the tension between your body and his, heavy breaths adding onto the heavy air as Tom rocked into you, holding you by the waist, gliding his cock through the wetness of your lubed ass cheeks. His shaft rubbed over your hole, and your cock throbbed and leaked in between your legs at the chance that anytime now—Tom could breach you open, and fill you wondrously. Your hole clenched at the thought, aided by Tom’s hands pressing your cheeks tighter around his cock as it slid over you.

If only you could command your asshole to open, because you would’ve taken him in by now.

“I want you inside of me, Tom. F-forget the pledge, I just—I need something, someone inside of me. Please, just—Christ, fuck me. Fuck me with your thick cock. Fuck your cum into me. Fuck my ass until I’m nothing but a gaping hole dripping with your seed. Don’t even care if we never see each other again, please, Tom—”

Your eagerness took Tom by surprise, making him chuckle and slap his cock over your blinking hole before resuming on sliding his shaft against your crack, hopefully for one last turn. “Who knew you had such a potty mouth?”

You don’t know what drew you back to looking at Tom again. Maybe it was the hard, brawn structure of his body, cut straight from a sculpture of the most heroic Greek warrior. The firm lines of his abdominal muscles, or the way his snapback was adjusted backwards, emphasizing his soft, yet handsome looks. All in all, you didn’t mean what you said.

You would absolutely care if you never saw him again.

He was too good.

His rough hands over your ass, smacking them whenever you would try to angle your hips in a way to fit him in, were too good. His delicate kisses on your neck, back, and shoulders, quelling the tremble of your limbs, were too good. His soft lips, when you and him met halfway until your mouths were exchanging breaths, making the effort of holding yourself still against him excruciating, were too good.

Tom’s lips ghosted over yours, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth. You groaned as he supported your core with a strong hand, opening your mouth to take more. Every part of you, even the moisture in your body, wanted to touch him. You were sweating, drooling into his mouth, leaking into Tom’s palm when he wandered down to stroke your cock; all strong indicators that you were losing control, if you hadn’t already.

His voice, as he murmured something about your body in your ear while he was gathering you against him, was too good. His breath forced itself between your lips, breathing out a supply of oxygen into your mouth, into your lungs, to prepare you for the inevitable, and you had never felt so fragile before—especially so, when you found yourself quickly using up Tom’s oxygen when he pushed his cock into you without hesitation, without warning, your body hammered by a thousand needles in the process.

“T-Tom!” you hissed in a breath, but it only made the grip on your hips more strident when his thrust made you collapse back onto all fours. It wouldn’t be surprising if your skin was blemished with bruises the very next day with the way his fingers dug into your flesh.

Tom was generous enough to let you adjust to his size, indulging in the warmth and tightness of your entrance with only the tip of his plump cock despite feeling like he had toppled your backside with all of his body weight. Even then, those minuscule ruts were enough to make you whimper out of agony.

“So fucking tight…”

Tom pulled himself out and spread your ass cheeks apart, marveling and silently wondering to himself how he was going to puzzle himself inside of you. Some spit would surely help. He licked his fingers, then pressed it over your swollen hole, smoothing the skin before pushing the tip back in, having only a tenuous grasp on his self-control.

After the burning mellowed with the help of multiple deep exhales and kisses from Tom, you felt yourself finally unravel the moment he moved his hips. Your fingers raked against his abs as you reached back to pace his hips, palm on his pelvis to keep from completely ruining you. A shiver ran down the length of your spine as Tom smoothed a hand over your back, then kept it at the lower half, pushing deeper into you while he held you still. You made a sound, somewhere between a gasp and a whimper, pleasured yet disoriented by the ample stretch Tom was providing you with. It gutted the fog of arousal, you could feel your hole instinctively pushing his cock out with overwhelmed pulses, but Tom was persistent, driving into you deeper— harder—the moment your body tried to resist him.

“Don’t mind it hard, right?” Tom asked against your ear, gruff in between his slow, yet deep strokes.

“Please,” you whimpered, barely getting the word out before Tom’s hand found its way to your mouth, covering it and holding your head back at the millisecond your answer registered in his brain, giving him the green light to pummel you relentlessly.

Your eyes popped open when Tom soared, bucking his hips wildly into you. Cries of pleasure, your whimpers and moans of being hammered with such overwhelming desire for your body, were muffled into the palm of Tom’s hand. He squeezed your cheeks, loud groans leaving your throat, and your torso arched into the mattress.

The brutal stretch was what you’d been needing. All this pent up sex drive that you had been harboring for so long came exploding out of you like molten lava, scorching your torso and all in effect. Your body was on fire, coupling with Tom’s as sweat dripped from his forehead, and somewhere onto your backside. Your mind emptied out while you hovered in the space between deprived arousal and complete ecstasy, only perfected by Tom’s cockhead screwing into your tight, clamping hole.

“Open,” Tom demanded with a huff, and you did as you were told at the prodding of his fingers. You welcomed him in with the parting of your lips, luring each digit with the curl of your wet tongue. “You like that? You like taking my hard cock like this? Fucking you open until you’re nothing but a hole? God, look at you drooling…”

As Tom pumped inside of you at a steady pace, angling his hips so he stretched you wider, you suckled on his fingers as they remained hooked over your mouth—you were starting to guess that he loved having them sucked, or at least, liked playing with the idea of having himself inside of you in more ways than one.

It was a messy affair. Pools of saliva leaked from either corners of your mouth. The smell of sex was thickening in between the heavy pants that you and Tom would collectively exile. It wouldn’t be long until your body was drenched in sweat, and you’d come to realize that you wouldn’t be alone in that department. Tom had his sweaty arm around your throat, pushing all of his body weight onto you and gutting you open with the deep hammering of his thrusts. His chest rumbled with wild growls as he pounded into you from behind, burying your hole to the root of his shaft, fucking you with the salacious sound of his heavy and musky sack slapping against your sweat-stained taint. You whimpered when his cockhead brushed past that sweet spot of yours, an unfamiliar feeling that you had no doubts in wanting to befriend.

“O-oh, that’s s-so g-good—“ You bit into his forearms, the thick vein pulsing through looking appetizing, and you were glad you did it because—it was like an ‘on’ switch for Tom.

“Taking my cock so well—your mom would be disgusted, wouldn’t she? Knowing her baby boy is taking a man’s cock. Want you to remember this. I don’t care how many cocks you had before me. I want you to remember what my cock feels like, digging deep inside of you. And when I’m done with you, I don’t want you coming home, crying to mommy—because I’ll never be done with you. Once you get your bid, you’re fucking mine.”

This was it.

This was Tom at his peak performance.

And your body was at his mercy.

He pulled out, flipped you over, then hooked your legs over his shoulders before resuming in his relentless rapture.

You stroked yourself to the image before you, a tight fist around your aching cock, squeezing from base to tip, spreading your pre-cum down your already sticky length, while your other hand toyed with your nipples, playing with the perky nubs.

Tom’s muscular body dripped in sweat. His teeth gritted as he struggled to control his volume. Glimpses of the base of his cock would appear when he would pull out, only to be hidden by the trimmed hairs of his pubic hair when he would shove himself back in, veins of his large cock throbbing and basking in your warmth. Hard and strong kisses layered your ankles while Tom’s pecs jiggled with every thrust he made. Even if you weren’t being fucked right now, you could get off to this. You could come right now, to the absolute bliss on Tom’s face as he buried himself deep inside of you, impaling you with his cock, moulding your hole to the shape of his shaft.

It enthralled you knowing how much pleasure your body gave Tom.

The squeaking of the bed roped everything together, gathering all sorts of noises—lewd sounds of sex and delirious desire—like a beautiful symphony. Your moans against his were the choir when Tom came down to kiss you hard on the mouth, sloppy and wet as he explored you open both ways. His tongue curious into your mouth and his thick cock rearranging your guts.

Your hands freely roamed over the expanse of his broad back, clutching and scratching at his back muscles when he curled his hips in a way that made you arch your body off the bed and knocked the breath out of you. God, he was so strong. So buff. You could feel his back muscles move in sync with his hips, flexing and flaring as he sank his cock deep into you. Your body stuttered, your eyes shut tight, tears nearly welling from the utter pleasure, shriveling as Tom would batter your prostate with better precision every time his hips came down on you. You couldn't be bothered to find the proper words to tell Tom how good he was making you feel, so you settled for a mixture of gasps, whimpers, and a daring scratch over the length of his spine.

That was telling enough, right?

Tom growled at the sting overloading his senses when you made your marks, grazing his teeth and lips over the palm of your hand when he reached back to take and hold the culprit of the forming welts before him. You and him shared a gaze, a kiss when he lowered himself and briefly settled on imposing you with strong, but slow and deep thrusts. To catch his breath. To catch yours. You both exchanged breaths, swapped saliva, explored each other's mouths, held each other hands, and the intimacy of it all made it all the more tranquilizing for you.

“Gonna breed that ass of yours. Fuck, it’s perfect for me. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Have your hole dripping, gaping, and raw? Maybe I’ll get the bros to look at the mess you made. Maybe they’ll want in on it and have a turn at your body, too. It could be your initiation, hm? Could skip the entire process, and be a Greek, as long as you let all of us breed you. How does that sound?”

“Holy, s-shit—“

You pumped your cock, a familiar feeling quickly bubbling to a high from the pit of your stomach, all the way to your swollen nipples, and you knew what awaited you as that sensation wouldn’t falter. Your heart beat ran faster than the effort of caffeine. Even though it was muffled, the rhythmic beats downstairs were still resonant, and you were absolutely outpacing its tempo. The heat of Tom’s hands returned on your body. He caressed and rubbed your hips, thighs, chest, balls, and ass, all while he urged you to come.

“There we go. Good boy. Keep fucking that fist. Yeah, fuck—“

His palms smoothed over your skin, up the sides of your body, thumbs pressing into either sides of your hips, then maneuvered you with his strength to meet him half-way into his strong thrusts. His biceps flexed, thick veins demonstrating his rush of adrenaline and sheer strength as he brought you down onto his cock with thundering claps, sweaty skin contacting sweaty skin, constantly assaulting your prostate with his swollen cockhead.

It both frightened and thrilled you, your eyes blown, and you felt yourself quickly spill, thick and heavy over your stomach, knowing you were at Tom’s disposal. You shuddered, watching the thick ropes of cum fly high before splattering and soon pooling at the plane of your body.

“I’m close—“

“Come inside of me, please–“

You were panting as your cock finished spilling itself all over your stomach and chest, as Tom’s big cock pounded in and out of you with such ease now, the weight of his hips coming down on you making you continuously bounce on the mattress.

“Fuck.”

His breathing was even heavier than yours, laced with grunts as he used your ass like a toy, pulling hard and pushing you as he pleased, breaching you with the thick of his cock. His thrusts become wilder, sweat dampening his snapback as Tom mustered up the rest of his strength and energy to completely overpower you. His swollen cock dug deep, you could feel every veins about to burst. With a choke of your name, he delivered one more grandiose rut against your ass, the impact of his hips biting sharp into the back of your thighs, and filled you with his cum, burying you to the root.

“Holy shit…”

“O-oh, god—“

Warmth spread thick inside of you, and you writhed and groaned as your hole swallowed another fat fill. Tom’s body goes slack, crashing into your arms immediately, and he moaned on each slow thrust, creaming you from the inside and out. You strained toward him in desperation, wrapping your legs around his hips to lock him in place, and reaching over to his ass to push him deeper, to urge him to keep breeding you as your hole held Tom’s sensitive cock with gratitude, taking his thick seed without hesitation, until his cock veins stopped pulsating.

As promised, Tom kept you impaled, rocking his hips and kissing you once more, soft and passionate, something of him owing you one laced in the way he smooched your lips and refused to let you reciprocate—because Tom never came like that before. His hand was tender on your cheek, stroking the dried stain of drool that was left abandoned when he pulled away to look at you, properly this time. You sighed, brushing the snapback off his head to let his scalp breathe, and pulled him in at the introduction of a sudden draft, your legs still anchored by his hips.

You lay intertwined, sharing deep kisses in between moments of recovery, where the post-nut clarity rendered you and Tom into fit of collective shy laughter, incredulous to the affair both of you had just engaged in.

“So, you live on campus?”

“Oh—yeah. East side, near Turing…”

“Figured you’d be a science guy. Anyways, I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning. Give me your phone.”

“Pick me up? For what?”

“Christ. Did I fuck the memory out of you or something? Bid day’s tomorrow. It gets hectic, so I think it’ll be better if you stick with me.”

“Won’t that… be suspicious?”

“Nah. Plus, I figured we’d get an early start on your initiation…”

“You mean—“

“Fuck, yeah.”

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. if you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

UNCOMFORTABLE | t.h.

Tom Holland x Fem! Reader

summary: You are working with Tom on a film. This film is more leaned towards older groups, so for one scene you have to walk around in only a bra and panties. You aren't really comfortable with this, but Tom comes to the rescue.

genre: fluff

warnings: stares?

request: yes/NO

a/n: hey guys, gals, and none binary pals! Sorry I've been gone for so long. I was getting the help i needed for my mental state. Hope you enjoy the image :)

You remember when you first read the script. The first thought that came to your mind was, hell. no. Instead of quiting though, you went to the director and asked if they could change up the scene. To which he granted with annoyance.

Originally, there was a sex scene between you and Tom, but you didn't want to do it. It was nothing against Tom or anything. You just were very insecure. Anyone would be if they had to fake doing the deed in front of an audience.

Now all you had to do was be in front of an audience with only a bra and panties. . . You still felt iffy about that, but you didn't want to be fired by the already annoyed director. It was simply for publicity. Older men, and women (they/them), only seemed to want to see young woman naked on screen.

The day finally came when your scene was coming. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You sat in your trailer feeling like you were going to throw up. A knock came upon your door. You took a deep breath and stood up.

When you opened the door you found Tom in front of you. He looked up at you from the steps and smiled.

"You ready." He seemed very enthusiastic, though he always did. Meanwhile you looked almost as if you would pass out right now. Tom took in your appearance.

"A-are you okay? You don't look too well." You slightly smiled at his concern.

"I'm okay, just a-a little nervous." He nodded at you and took your hand to lead you down the steps. The director was waiting for you when you got there. He smiled whilst shaking his hands together.

"You guys ready?" Tom and You nodded. Tom waved at you as he got set up on set. You went by the camera woman and took off your robe. The woman looked at you with a smile, checking you out with her eyes. Which made you very uncomfortable.

"Ready? Action."

You took several breath before swinging your hips and heading towards Tom. The camera was facing your backside, so your face wasn't shown yet. You tried to ignore the stares of all the off set people. You are playing a character. You are playing a character.

Finally, you look up at Tom while your getting closer. He is checking you out and smirking, like the script says. You walked up to him then sit on his lap. Tom takes your face in his hands and kisses you slowly.

The camera to the side of you guys turns on, so you know that they are now on your faces. Tom says his few lines whilst you go in autopilot mode and answer with your lines.

Just as planned, a group of people burst in through the fake door and come towards the pair of you. What wasn't planned was Tom keeping you on his lap. The script said for You to stand up and moved beside him, making sure to show some breast.

Tom wrapped an arm around you. His hands moved to your butt. You became furious, but stayed calm for the camera. He moved his other hand to push your head gentle into his shoulder. After minutes that felt like hours, cut was called. You quickly got up and stormed away.

In your trailer, you thought of all your life decisions. How you got here. A knock on your door brought you out of your thoughts. You groaned before opening it up. Before you could close it on Tom's face, he pushed his way into the room.

"What do you want? Come to feel me up again?"

Tom looked at you confused. If you weren't so angry with him, you would think it was cute.

"You know? Feeling me up during the scene!" Again he looked at you confused.

"I wasn't 'feeling you up?" He said. You looked at him like he was stupid. "Oh really?" You retorted. "Then why was your hands all over my backside?"

Tom eyes went wide then he laughed. He laughed! "Darling, i wasn't trying to get handsy. I noticed you were uncomfortable and how everyone was staring at you, so i wanted to help. I thought you would appreciate me covering you up! Sorry if i was wrong."

You looked at him dumbfounded. "I-i'm sorry. I just, well, i thought you were, you know-" Tom shook his head and lightly chuckled again.

"Not your fault. I would probably think the same thing if i was in your situation." You began laughing with him. "Sorry."

You shook your head, "No. It was my fault. Tom your a great guy. I should have known you would never do something like that. Thank you for helping."

He smiled his bright smile. "You're very welcome. See you on set later." You nodded before coming up to him and quickly kissing his cheek.

You looked away from his shock face with a bit of pink on your own cheeks. "S-see you later too." With that you pushed him out of the room.

Your back was against the door as you touched your lips and smiled. Little did you know, on the other side of the door, someone was touching their cheek with a huge smile.

~~~

TOM AND Y/N BEING A GOOFY AND ADORABLE COUPLE FOR EIGHT MINUTES STRAIGHT.

SUMMARY: when a video has your name, it catches your full attention.

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Warnings: none, just fluff.

A/N: I saw this on youtube and immediately knew I had to do it with some of my favs, so this came out! I want to do it with Sebastian and even with some more, tell me if you want me to do it with someone! as I always say, english is not my first language so I hope this is good! take care of yourself pls! (not my gif)

the sun was beginning to disappear and the last rays of it filtered through the thin white curtains that the apartment had. it was a warm day, but it was beginning to get dark and the cold wind was beginning to appear.

Tom was on the Spider-Man 3 set and you were sitting on the couch with a big black blanket, a bag of jelly beans and the remote control in your hand pressing buttons while you were looking for what to watch on YouTube. a video appeared with the title "Tom and Y / N being a goofy and adorable couple for eight minutes straight." and without a doubt, you said to put it.

the first clip was a instastorie which was recorded by Chris Hemsworth on the set of Infinity War. first Chris's face would appear and then the camera would flip over to show Tom and you sitting side by side laughing at something that was showing up on your phone.

"what are you doing?" Mark Ruffalo's voice was heard from the side of the camera.

"I'm recording teenage love." Chris said and with his fingers he zoomed in on the screen making the camera get closer to you two. "teenage love, teenage love." he began to say the words with some melody, creating a rhythm.

°•

"stop recording me, Tom." you said while applying a little gloss to your lips, you had seen by the reflection of the mirror that Tom was recording.

"i can't, you look so gorgeous." he said without stopping recording, then he stood by your side and I wait for you to finish applying the gloss.

you closed the small container and settled down next to him, feeling how he passed his free hand around your waist. "damn, we look good." when you put your direct view in the mirror, you could see how good you two looked. Tom wore a black suit and a sky blue tie that matched your dress, while you carried a small bag and black heels to match it.

"we do, we do." agreed with you without stopping recording. "'key, let's do a little dance, go!" this took you by surprise and you made the first move that came to your mind, which was to clench your two fists and make circles with them at the height of your shoulders.

after a few seconds, the two of you started laughing and that story was posted on your boyfriend's instagram.

°•

since the quarantine had begun, the activity that the two of you did most was listening to new artists to discover new music.

Permanent Vacation by 5 Seconds Of Summer played in the background as you two danced and jumped non-stop. the smiles were not erased from your faces and that was a moment when everyone could tell that they were soulmates.

in a slip, you slipped and fell straight to the floor, causing Tom to stop dancing to quickly check if you were okay. "darling, are you okay?" He knelt before you and took your hand. "you are so dumb." he said with a smile as he helped you stand up.

"excuse me?"

°•

"so do you have any tradition with your family for Christmas?" Jimmy asked, putting his mug on his desk.

"with my family no, but with [Y/N] i do." when he answered and your name was named, the crowd started to make noise. "we wake up and the first thing that we do it's bake cakes." he said simply and a small smile formed on his face.

"cakes? tell us more." the interviewer encouraged him.

"so, we bake two cakes, one for the dinner with the family and other just for us." he explained with hand movements. "then we decorate it and finally we sit down to watch The Grinch while we eat the cake." the smile on his face grew bigger when he heard the "aw" from the entire audience.

"that's really sweet and sounds fun." Jimmy told him with a smile.

°•

the countless interviews Tom had to do since Spider-Man: Far From Home came out kept the two of you apart. actually now he was playing with his cast friends and he wasn't doing an interview, but there was a surprise for him.

you felt nervous after not having seen him for a few months, because even though they lived together, you had to fly to Canada to be with your family and not feel alone while he was filming.

"alright, so." Jacob switched cards so he could read the following sentence to Tom and Jake, who were wearing loud music headphones. "[Y/N] ...

"what?" Tom interrupted him not understanding what he was saying.

"are we sure that he is gonna understand?" Zendaya looked at the production and then went back to reading the card. "[Y/N] is here."

"who is here?" Jake asked and brought his hands to the sides of his ears to press the headphones further. "i don't get the name."

"[Y/N] is here!" Jacob yelled at them, hoping they could understand the sentence. you appeared in the room, but you stayed where the light was not so strong so that they could not see you and you waited for the producer's signal to appear.

"wait, what?" Tom asked again. "say it slow."

"oh my god." Zendaya rolled her eyes when she saw that he wasn't understanding. "your girlfriend it's here!"

"your girlfriend it's here!" Jake guessed for Tom and did a little victory dance before removing his headphones.

"you have a girlfriend, Jake? i didn't know that." the brunette said with surprise as he took off his headphones. immediately everyone started laughing and he looked at them without understanding what was happening. "i don't get it."

"who's gonna tell him?" Jacob asked and looked at the people behind the cameras.

"tell me what?" Holland asked not understanding what they meant. you started to move forward until everyone except Tom could see you.

"that i'm here, dumbass." you spoke and you saw how quickly your boyfriend's head turned to be able to see you with surprise.

"stop playing, are you a hologram?" he asked in disbelief as he got up from the chair so he could approach you and put his hands on his waist. "you're not."

"i'm not, i'm really here." you said and put your two hands on his cheeks and then get closer and be able to kiss him after so long apart.

°•

"can anyone tell him that Isaac Lahey is a character and does not exist in real life?" your voice was heard on the speaker of your phone while you were recording Tom, who had gotten up from the couch and was right now at the kitchen counter. "because Tom got jealous of him."

"you said that he is hot!" your boyfriend's scream was heard from the kitchen.

"so what? you think Lydia is pretty." you said with a tone of indignation without stopping recording.

"but i think that you are so much pretty than she." Tom's voice began to be heard closer, as did his footsteps.

"that doesn't justify you." you crossed your arms, causing your cell phone to shake a bit.

"that's not even the point! the point is, you said Isaac was hot." seconds later, he appeared with a bag of M&M's and a glass of milk. "you're cheating on me."

"I'm dating a five years old, just to all of you know." you rotated the camera and now you were recording yourself.

"i want the divorce." he said and stood in front of you to hand you the bag of M & M's you had asked for.

"we are not even married!"

°•

"you're currently dating Tom Holland, but we want to know how did the two of you met? because you are not in the Marvel movies." James asked and settled into his chair while you did the same.

"well, everybody thinks that we met at the Golden Globes." you started talking and your eyes brightened. "we actually met at the auditions of my first movie. Tom was there for the paper of my brother, but he didn't got it."

"you met at there? I really thought that the first time you met was at the Golden Gobles." the blond commented in great amazement.

"we didn't met there, but we took a selfie in there for the first time and we talked beyond a few lines of a script." you gave the data with a big smile and looked at the audience.

"and when did you fall in love for him?" he asked and this made the crowd make some noise that was combined with your laughter.

"you know, actually the first time that i saw him i was like 'damn, shawty', but i think it was in the moment that we were at a friend's party and he approached me and told me to go to another place with him because he was not comfortable and I was the only person who knew who would say yes. " and if you thought your smile couldn't get any bigger, the moment you remembered that moment, it did.

the video ended and just then the apartment door was opened, forcing you to take a look. "hey, darling." your boyfriend's voice sounded behind you.

"hi, baby." you said and felt how he hid his face in your neck, leaning his body on the edge of the chair.

"what are you watching?" he asked and pulled away from you, not before leaving a quick kiss on your neck.

"it was a video of us being the goofy and adorable couple of all times." you answered with a smile as you watched him take off his shoes and approach you to take a seat on the couch.

"and there are no more of those?" he asked and sat next to you and then wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head on your shoulder. you took control and pressed a button to see the video suggestions.

"well, here is this one" you said and put the video called 'Y/N and Tom being the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world'.

"oh, i see what people think of us." the brunette said when he saw the title of the video.

"what do you mean with that? of course we are the sexiest couple in the whole fucking world." you wrinkled your eyebrows and lowered your gaze a bit to connect with his.

"yes, we are." when he finished talking, he leaned to you so he can kiss you.

show some love - t.h

a/n: my bf posted a pic of me on his history and i just can't stop thinking about it, soo here's a little post about what would it be some Tom's posts; you are played by avani bc who doesn't love her? so yeah. also, english it's not my first language and requests are open!! stay safe you dumbs <3 (not my gif)

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stay ✧ t.holland

summary; the last show of your tour it's coming, but someone it's not.

warnings; language, mentions of cheating, angst, crying, sadness(?

a/n; ugh, this shit it was so difficult to write bc i feel like having some kinda of mental block so yeah; it's inspired in a lyric of a song that i saw on tiktok; may do part two about this bc why not. as always english it's not my first language so sorry about the mistakes. requests are open!! send some and take care <3 (not my gif)

°•°•°•

the relationship between you and Tom was difficult, because he was constantly traveling to record and you to be able to give concerts. Tom was back from finishing recording three weeks ago, although you hadn't seen him for the last shows on your tour

the last show was in London and most of your friends would be there, supporting you at the close of your tour. you were concentrating on how well everything was going, thinking that Tom was in the audience, or at least he were in the after party.

every time a song started, you tried to look for Tom's face, you hadn't seen him and the fact that you didn't find him either made you feel somewhat uneasy.

"thank you London!" you gave one last shout when the last song ended, thanking the audience and running backstage to meet some of your friends.

"get it, girl!" Sam immediately scooped you up in his arms. he was your best friend and thanks to him you met your boyfriend. "you we're amazing out there! like, burning the stage!"

"where is Tom?" you asked when you didn't see him around, immediately the smiles faded a bit and the atmosphere fell silent.

"'m sure he's going to the pube, coming?" Harrison told you and you nodded, making a sign that you would go to change so that you could be more comfortable.

"where is Tom?" Harry asked in a serious voice once you got out of their sight. Harrison just lifted his shoulders as a sign that he didn't know.

"Tuwaine went looking for him at the apartment," Sam recalled, turning on his phone to see if he had a message from his friend. "he hasn't said anything yet."

"do you really think he forgot?" Harry asked and the atmosphere turned awkward. "he can't"

"at this point, I don't know anything," Harrison tapped the bridge of his nose to let out some stress. "you've heard how he has complained about their relationship in these weeks." you weren't aware of it, but Tom was constantly complaining about the relationship you two had. he had said that he did not know if he wanted to continue for the little time you two shared together. you two made daily video calls, yes, but it wasn't enough and you knew that.

"well, he's gonna be a piece of shit if he don't show to the party at least." Sam commented in an angry tone, slapping his friends when he saw you start to get closer.

"ready to go, miss?" Harry held out his arm to you and you laughed at this, before leaving the place to go to the pub.

°•°•°•

If you were honest, you did not enjoy the after as much as you thought. Tom had not shown up all night, Tuwaine said that Tom was not at his apartment and was not answering his phone.

"thank you for coming, love you, babe." you said goodbye to one of the last people who were at the party, when you saw that she left through the glass door immediately your eyes began to fill with tears. Sam quickly put down the crystal glasses he was collecting and walked over to you.

"hey, hey, what's wrong, love?" he asked with concern, already knowing the answer.

"you know, Sammy," you started sniffing and watched as the others began to approach you. "it's been really hard to keep all my shit together, i really miss him all the time and i just wanted to see him at the show or at least here, but he didn't come."

"I'm sure that he's at home with a surprise to you." Harry tried to cheer you up, running his hand over your shoulder.

"you don't get it, Harry," you lifted your gaze to connect with his, your eyes red from the tears you had shed. "he hasn't told me he loves me in weeks, sometimes he didn't answer my calls," Sam began to feel a lump form in his throat, he didn't know if it was because it hurt to see you like this or because of the anger that felt with his brother. "you know, i don't think he loves me anymore. maybe he has another girl, someone who can be at home all the time" that was the only sentence that you had to say to break something in the inside of Sam, what happen to his brother who always said how in love he was with you?

"I'm gonna call the uber so we can get out of here." Sam announced and pulled out his phone, squinting as the light from the screen hit him.

"I don't wanna see Tom," you grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at you. "let's go to a hotel, please." you begged him.

"you don't have to see Tom or talk to him if you don't want to," Tuwaine quickly said and began to run a hand through your hair to relax you. "you can sleep in my room and i'll sleep in the couch, it's fine." you nodded and thanked him, with that, Sam left the establishment to order the uber, however, his fingers moved towards his contacts, looking quickly for his brother's. after the fifth tone, the voice of Tom reached his brother's ears.

"hello?"

"where the fuck are you?" he asked quickly, not giving him time to speak again.

"in the house, where are you and all of the divs?" he asked without understanding what was happening, Sam could hear the alcohol in the voice of his brother.

"do you know what day it is today?" he asked, knowing the stupid answer he would give him.

"um, friday?" he replied in a doubtful tone. "I don't understand, Sam, tell me what's going on."

"where were you three hours ago?" he asked again, completely ignoring his brother.

"Sam-"

"answer the damn question, Thomas." he hissed, losing patience. Tom let out a sigh before answering.

"my friend told me he was going to have a little party, so I went to have fun for a while, happy?" when he stopped speaking, his brother clicked his tongue as he shook his head without his being able to see him.

"wow, I can't believe you."

"what?" the brunette asked through the phone. "okay Sam, tell me what the hell is going on, I don't get it." he ordered, tired of getting no response.

"today was y/n's last show, here, in London," when his brain processed his information, he cursed under his breath. "she really expected you to be there, you know, as a supportive boyfriend."

"where is she now?" he asked not knowing what to do. "Sam, tell me now!"

"slow down and don't yell at me, I'm not the one who forgot the most special show to his girlfriend," he said in an annoyed tone, almost shouting in the middle of the stool. "we're going home right now, and she doesn't want to talk to you. so when we get home, you better be in your room." before Tom could protest, his brother hung up on him.

the vehicle arrived in a few minutes, Sam, Harry and you left in one, while Tuwaine and Harrison requested another. you wanted to stop crying but you couldn't, the pain I felt just took over everything else. there was no daily post on Instagram, you had not been able to enjoy the party, there was no more you happy.

you rested your head on Sam's shoulder while you tried to calm your labored breathing due to the crying you had let out a few minutes ago. your head began to throb from the tears that had come out of your eyes, little by little you fell asleep. Harry gave Sam a look when he noticed that your eyes were closed and your chest rose and fell calmly.

"i can't believe that he do that shit." Sam said in a low tone but with clear anger.

"you know, maybe it was the stress of filming." Harry tried to calm things down, Sam denied at this sentence.

"he finished recording three weeks ago and the only thing that he does it's talk bullshit about his relationship," his hand was running through your hair so you could rest better, and hopefully, you won't get up to see Tom. "she just doesn't deserve this."

"but we can't do anything about it, Sam", the one with curls kept talking and focused his gaze on you, you looked so calm compared to how you were a while ago. "it's not our relationship."

"but she is my best friend."

"and Tom is your brother", his twin told him and he frowned. "I'm not defending him, I'm just saying that we should stay out of this."

"whatever"

the car was parked and Harry took you in his arms carefully so as not to wake you up, Tuwaine and Harrison still haven't arrived. Sam put the key in and turned it so his brother could come in and lead you into a room.

"where do I put her?" Harry asked, pushing the door as best he could.

"in Tuwaine's room". he answered him and shifted his gaze to his other brother, who was sitting in an armchair in the living room. he closed the door before approaching.

Tom saw how Harry went upstairs with you asleep, your makeup was smeared and he could notice your chapped lips, which only happens when you are very nervous and cry for a long time.

"Sam, i-" Tom got up and tried to talk to his brother, but he raised his finger and put it in front of him.

"don't," he said as he turned and left the keys in the kitchen. "it's not me you owe an apology to. Good night."

°•°•°•

the sun's rays began to penetrate the curtains of the room. you stirred in bed when you felt the light on your eyelids, when you felt it, you quickly realized that you were not in your room, because your curtains were blue and not white.

slowly you sat on the bed, your body ached and you noticed that you were wearing gray pants and that you were only in bra, you were confused by this. you took your cell phone that was on the small nightstand, you noticed that it was connected to the charger and that it had 100%, when did this happen? a notification from Harry was taking all the screen and you opened the message quickly.

all of us we left the house so that you and Tom could talk, also, i tried to put on a shirt but you push me away on your sleep, so i left you like this, i hope i didn't bother you ://

you responded with a 'thank you' due to his sweet action and forced yourself to get out of bed. you didn't want to do it, you didn't want to see or talk to him. you didn't know why he hadn't been to your show or party yesterday, but because of how angry Sam looked when he "asked for the uber" you could imagine something

you slowly dragged your bare feet into Tuwaine's closet and you opened it so you could grab any shirt and put it on. it smelled good, but it wasn't the smell you were used to.

everything felt very sad, the house was silent and you were destroyed. you missed the mornings where Tom would wake you up with two quick kisses on each cheek to let you know that breakfast was ready, no thanks to him, but it was ready.

took a deep breath before putting your hand on the cold knob and turning it to be able to leave the room, mentally preparing yourself for what was coming, but, no one is ready for a breakup, even tho, you didn't know yet.

the familiar smell of tea reached your nose faster than you expected, you didn't close the bedroom door and started walking down the hall to the kitchen, where you saw him. your eyes noticed something very noticeable on his neck, but you didn't say anything.

"y/n," Tom said in a soft whisper as he turned and saw you standing in front of him. "do you want a cup?" he asked, trying to stretch out the time.

"don't do that and let's just go to the point." you shook your head and he nodded, pressing his lips back to the cup with the hot liquid. "why you weren't there?"

the environment was silent at this question, he wanted to speak, but did not know what to say. he did not know that it would hurt you more, that he did not remember or lie to you to look good.

"great," you sighed, deciphering the answer. "thank you for remembering."

"let me explain." he wanted to speak and tried to get closer to you, but you backed off.

"explain what? that you're a shitty boyfriend?" you asked and crossed your arms in front of your chest, feeling how your vision began to blur due to the tears that began to form. "believe, yesterday that was very clear to me." you walked around it until you got to the fridge so you could get the milk out.

"I'm not a shitty boyfriend," he kept talking, but you ignored him. "it's just that- I'm stressed." he ran his hand over his neck to make it look more believable.

"wow, Thomas," you put the milk carton next to the mug and turned to face it. "I have to say, to be an actor, you act like shit trying to make your excuse credible."

"it's not an excuse!"

"the smell of alcohol in your shirt says otherwise," you raised your eyebrows and turned to put the milk away, swallowing dry before speaking again without looking at him. "and you have a hickey, I'll guess it's not mine because we don't have sex like four months ago." at this point your "boyfriend" didn't know what to say

"look, I'm so sorry about it," he started to speak and grabbed you by the cheeks, a few inches from your lips to connect. "I know I have a hickey and all, but-"

"you still love me?" you cut him off, taking him by surprise, leaving him frozen for a moment. "but like for real, do you still do it?"

"yeah, baby of course. what kinda question is that?" he nodded frantically as his thumb wiped away one of the tears that ran down your face.

"then why you didn't go?" you asked, in your eyes you could see all the pain that you held. "why you kissed with some other girl? i'm not enough, Thomas? do you need someone who can be there all the time?" Tom swallowed when these questions reached his ears, he didn't know what to say at all.

"no, no, what are you saying?" he asked in disbelief and the grip on your cheeks tightened a bit as his eyes also began to fill with tears. "I really love you, y/n, you're the whole reason about everything." he assured you.

"i am?" you asked and raised an eyebrow. you removed Tom's hands from your face and wiped away some tears with your palms. "we can't be together anymore." his jaw clenched at this.

"what? you're not serious," he denied immediately and watched as you left the kitchen, leaving the cup of milk in the kitchen counter. "darling, c'mon."

"don't 'darling' me," you replied and he was speechless, he never thought that the day of the two of you break up would come so soon. "you cheated on me and you didn't go to my last show, do you know how many tweets there will be from all this? Thousands, Tom, thousands."

"so what about it?"

"you don't get it, do you?" you crossed your arms and leaned against the wall, he denied. "everyone's gonna talk about my fucking stupid boyfriend that forgot my show and made out with someone else."

"stop saying that!" he yelled with some anger, he didn't like you repeating over and over the mistakes he made yesterday. "please, stop."

"I'll stop," you assured him and nodded. "because we're done." this last sentence echoed a lot in his head, and he thought TOO MUCH what he was going to say next.

"fine, i'm fucking leaving." he gave you one last look and started walking towards the room that you two shared. you let out all the tears that you were holding back when you saw that he entered the room.

"it's not like you ever tried to stay." you said in a last breath and forced yourself to go to the room of somebody else to wait there until all the boys come house, just to find out that Tom it's leaving

still love you ✧ t.holland.

summary: he still love her, and that's all he really know.

warnings: crying(?, cheating mentions, bad memories, i think that's all; let me know if there's another one!

a/n: sheesh, this took me days but i'm so happy with the result, make sure you read part one first! requests are open. as always, english it's not my first language so sorry about any mistakes. take care of yourself pls. (not my gif) <3

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"Don't forget to put the pink dress and the white boots. be ready in fifteen, please." Bella, your assistant said and closed the door to your dressing room so that you could change before the show.

It had been about a month since that fight where you and Tom broke up. As soon as your friends arrived, you packed your things and went to your old apartment. You hadn't heard from Tom in all this time, only when you happened to ask Sam or Harry when all of you hang out.

You got dressed as fast as you could and being careful not to mess up your hair. Five minutes before you left, your phone screen lit up, displaying a message from Maggie.

You opened the message as quickly as possible and as soon as you read the title of the note that your friend had sent you, you moved your finger without reading the text and go directly to the photos. It was true, the photos showed Tom outside a restaurant with a blue hair girl, and it seemed that they were together, very close.

Leaving Tom in the past was something that cost you a lot and it certainly still did, because you couldn't erase your feelings so easily overnight. You felt your eyes start to get wet, but you raised your head trying not to let the tears fall, at least not three minutes before going on stage.

Three knocks on the door alarmed you and you quickly regained your posture. "You're ready?" Bella asked and you got up to open the door and see her holding a small board in her hands. "Good, Jimmy it's already in the studio, let's go."

This interview was the first you would give after your most recent breakup, and for a fact you knew that the questions related to your ex were not going to be lacking. "Please, give it up for Y/N Y/L!" Jimmy announced and screams filled the study as you approached the couch. "How are you?" he asked kindly once you were sitting on the couch.

"Very good and you?" you returned the question with kindness.

"Great now that you're here," he gave you a smile and clasped his hands to begin the interview. "But enough about me, you recently finished your tour, how does it feel to finally rest?"

"Well, it's really awesome to finally sleep in a bed and not in a bus tour," laughter from the audience rang out at your comment, making you smile. "But, I have to say I kinda miss traveling the world and seeing so many of my fans."

"So have you spend time with your loved ones?" he asked and with that phrase, you already knew where all this was going.

"Yeah, i have. yesterday i went out with Harrison and Sam, you know, just to catch up some things." you smiled sideways and looked for those mentioned in the audience, they just made a funny face towards you.

"and what about Tom?" the question made you come out of your bubble and go back to the interview. "because we haven't seen you two together on your instagram stories or something like that, even, some fans are saying that he didn't show up to your last concert." this last information took you back to the night where it all ended, making your heart clench a bit. you swallowed before answering.

"Yeah, well, um," you started to play with your fingers, feeling the nervousness rush through your blood. "We don't talk anymore."

"Are you saying that you two break up?"

"Yeah, we did." you responded in the driest way possible to prevent the feeling from winning you over. "About a month ago, i think." the screen behind you light up, and your first instinct was to turn to see what it was about, but you regretted it the moment you saw what was projected.

"So you aren't this girl?" Jimmy asked while pointing with a control to the girl who was with Tom in the photos of the article, before answering, you turned to see Harrison and Sam in the audience, who only raised their shoulders to show that they had nothing to do with that.

"No, i'm not," you denied and resumed your initial position. "I mean, our haircolor it's different and she's holding a beer wich i usually don't drink, so." you raised your hands and folded your arms at the height of your shoulders. the interview continued until the cameramen announced that they were going to a commercial break. Harrison and Sam approached you as quickly as possible as did Bella.

"We didn't know that they would show the photos." Harrison quickly said and put his hands on the sides of your arms.

"It's fine," you smirked and then put your gaze on Bella's face, who was behind Harrison. "You know what songs I'll sing?" your presentation would be in twenty minutes and the songs were still to be chosen by Jake, your manager.

"Yeah, um," the girl quickly flipped one of the sheets on her chart to see the schedule. "London Boy and Mr. Perfectly Fine." you closed your eyes for a moment and tilted your head, accepting reality. London Boy was a song you wrote for Tom while the two of you were away and it was already out as a single, but Mr. Perfectly Fine, that was special. That song was not yet recorded and had been written this weeks of pain. Inspiration had been Tom and how he had post some pictures on instagram looking perfectly fine after all this situation. You weren't ready for Mr. Perfectly Fine, least of all right now.

"Mr. Perfectly Fine?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and looking at you before speaking. "She can't sing that song, it's not even recorded. Where's Jake?" he began to search with his gaze to the brunnete to be able to speak with him.

"It's fine," you put your hand on his shoulder. "I'll guess it's time to sing it to the world." you gave him an unconvinced smile.

"You're sure?" he asked, pulling you up so he could give you a short hug, resting his chin on your head.

"Yeah, Sammy," you smiled as you smelled his perfume. "I mean, it's just one song without Tom, how bad can it turn out, right?" you broke away from him and looked at your two friends.

None of the three wanted to admit it, but all of you knew that anything could go wrong. You knew Mr. Perfectly Fine was going to be a single, but you thought that when it came out, you would be in the couch eating a big pot of ice cream with Tom, or you would be dancing with Sam and all your friends, but this time it would be different, very different.

"I know but," Holland returned to the subject and clicked his tongue. "It's the first single without him, I thought you wanted to be crying in your room or some stuff like that." took a hit by Harrison at this last comment.

"Let me get this lad out of here before he convince you to run out of the studio." the blond boy grabbed the brunette and directed him to where they were sitting, while you took a quick drink from the bottle of water to also return to your starting position.

Finally, it was time to sing. "Everything's fine?" Bella asked as she adjusted the necklace that hung around your neck. You had had a little change and now your hair was in a high ponytail and your clothes was now a black shorts with a white long-sleeved blouse and a little pink blazer that matched your shoes.

"Yeah." you nodded and she withdrew. You were ready for the presentation, yes, but emotionally? absolutely not. You knew you could sing London Boy without any problem, but Mr. Perfectly Fine would be a big punch in your heart.

The melody of London Boy began to sound and the lights little by little were illuminating the place, letting you see yourself in front of a microphone and with a band behind.

But something happened, I heard him laughing

I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent

"i'm Tom , and i suppose that you're Y/N Y/L, right?"

They say home is where the heart is

But that's not where mine lives

"i want you to move on with me and the boys, you know?"

You know I love a London boy

I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon

He likes my American smile

Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you

Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates

"so, this is Harrison and Tuwaine, and there is Harry and Sam, but you alredy met them."

So I guess all the rumors are true

"are Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L dating?"

You know I love a London boy

London Boy ended quickly even though you felt like an eternity. The music low but then rose in a second to start with the Mr. Perfectly Fine tune. You took a breath to calm yourself, but as soon as the first verse approached you searched with panicked eyes for Harrison and Sam. Harrison would hold his thumbs up towards you and Sam would whisper something in his ear, this made you more nervous.

Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine"

How's your heart after breakin' mine?

"fine, i'm fucking leaving."

"it's not like you ever tried to stay."

Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby

[...]

And it's really such a shame

It's such a shame

'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"

"of course i'll be right here when you come, dumbass."

Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"

"it's just some hard days, you know? I'll get over it, i'm fine."

And someday maybe you'll miss me

But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"

Applause rang out when the melody ended and you didn't sigh when, but tears ran down your cheek. You cleaned them up quickly and smiled.

"Wow, it's that a new song?" Jimmy asked as he came over to thank you and hug you.

"It is, yeah." you nodded and opened your arms to receive the interviewer. "The name is Mr. Perfectly Fine. It will be recorded soon, don't worry." you winked at the camera.

"Well, I'll guess the only thing I have left to say, it's," he look at you to get both of you to say it together and you quickly get it.

"Hello, Mr. Perfectly Fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?"

"It's falling apart, thanks for asking." Tom responded to the screen with a sour smile and closed his computer screen. Your laughter still rang out due to Tuwaine and Harry watching the show from the living room.

On the other side of the coin, Tom was not as good as he was shown. He returned to live with his friends as soon as the news that you were gone reached his ears. decided not to go looking for you thinking you wanted space for some time. His nights were crying and crying, going out to drink, being photographed with a girl but never going from there, because he felt bad having sex with her when he hadn't gotten over you, you didn't deserve that.

His bed felt cold at night, the closet was half empty, and your shampoo bottle was still in the bathroom. Tom wanted to forget you, but he couldn't if there were traces of you all over his house.

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"Where are you going?" Tuwaine asked Tom when he saw that he was going to leave the house.

"To get some tea, there's nothing left," he replied without looking at him, searching for the key to the front door. The key that had a black stripe of nailpolish that you had put so Tom could differentiate it from the others. Your ex ran his finger along the line, smiling to himself.

"Hell no, Thomas," Harry appeared and leaned back in the kitchen counter. "It's Sunday, remember? it's your turn to do the laundry."

"Man, c'mon," he narrowed his eyes and began to move the key between his hands. "I can do it when i get back."

"Nah ah." Harry shook his head and met glances with his brother. "You always said that. just separate it and you can go." he wrinkled his eyebrows at this answer.

"Mate, you're not my mom," he said with a smile, but his brother looked at him in a special way and he knew that look.

"Fine, fuck you anyways." left the keys on the small table in the living room and went to the laundry, where there were two baskets full of clothes. "Oh man, fuck me," he ran a hand across his forehead and walked over to the first basket. "Do the laundry." he mocked his brother and rolled his eyes.

But then, then the white shirt with a little taco appeared in his hands. He remembered very well that shirt, it was a pajama shirt that he combined with blue shorts with taco prints. He remembered that you had lost it and you could never find it. He took the garment and went back to the living room, where everyone but Sam was.

"Hey, where did this come from?" he asked, drawing everyone's attention and showed the shirt.

"Oh, I found it behind the red table, you know which one? the one that we always take to your parents' house." Harrison responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Tom nodded, wondering if he should do it or not, he was processing every thought that came to his head. Was it worth doing?

"You know what," he nodded and took the keys from the table, putting the shirt on his shoulder. "I'm gonna go to a place really quick."

"But the laundry-"

"I'll do it when i get back!" it was the last thing his friends and his brother heard before he walked out the front door.

"He scares me." Tuwaine said and everyone nodded with a little laugh.

Your doorbell rang and you grunted at this sound, because you had an omelette in the pan and you weren't expecting anyone, it rang another two times until your "coming!" reached the person's ears.

"What is it? I don't expect any package or I didn't order any-" your voice seemed to drop automatically when you saw him standing in front of you. her foot moved to calm her nerves and she held something white in her hand.

"Sorry for not asking and just showing up like this out of nowhere," he apologized, but seeing that you had no intention of speaking, he continued. "Um, i just found this shirt of you, it's the one with the taco and, you know, I thought you would like... can we talk please? even if it is just for closure." he practically begged you and you just nodded your head as you snapped back to reality. You turned around, implying that he would come in and close the door. You headed into the kitchen to turn off the pan and put your breakfast on a plate.

"Do you want some tea?" You were the first to speak, approaching the couch where he was already. shook his head.

"So, is it about me?" he asked once you took a seat on the couch.

"What thing?" you asked without understanding, it was early and your brain wasn't working yet.

"The song, Mr. Perfectly Fine." that took you by surprise, what kind of question was that? of course it was about him.

"Did you see the show?" you asked, ignoring her question. He nodded.

"Everyone in the house was watching it, it was hard to ignore it," he shrugged and you hid a smile at the thought that Tuwaine and Harry were still supporting you. "You didn't answer my question, tho."

"It is, Tom," you nodded and bit your lip thinking carefully what you would say. "Everything it's about you."

"Y/N-"

"Let me finish, please," you could feel your voice cracking and you didn't know if you would hold out long, it was better to speak now than never. "It's just that," you sighed before continuing. "You looked so good on your social networks, you were even more active than ever on instagram. You were photographed every Friday night with a new girl," you started playing with your hands to calm your nerves. "You looked so perfectly fine while I was destroyed." you finally finished and felt a relief to let those words out. Tom processed every word in his head, he just wanted to taste your sweet lips again and get them back together. but he knew that if he wanted that, he had to confess his feelings as well.

"I was not fine," he lowered her gaze and her heart was beating fast. "Yeah, I made out with some girls, but they were very different from you, I didn't want them to look like you." he bit the inside of her cheek as he felt the tears come to her eyes. "And I know it's not romantic at all, but I couldn't be with someone like you, I didn't feel comfortable."

"And even if I kissed them, it was never the same, I didn't take them home because you didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve that I touched another person in such a short time." he ran his hands through his hair and dropped a few tears. "And the night of your last show, yeah, I went to a house party and I kissed another girl," his confession turned your stomach, remembering the pain you felt when you saw that hickey in his neck. "It was only because we didn't see each other often and I really missed you so much. and i know it's not an excuse but it's the best i have to tell you."

"Tom, let me-"

"I still love you and I don't think I love anyone else in my whole life." he said with some desperation. you could see in Tom's eyes that he was really telling the truth. I was really having a hard time just like you, he wasn't being arrogant or a dickhead, he was being real.

"Here," you took his hand in yours looking for his contact. "What if," you started rubbing your thumb against his hand. "I let you take me on a date and we can erase this." the boy's eyes lit up at this proposal.

"Yeah, yeah of course." he said quickly, releasing himself from your grasp to wipe his tears away. "Whatever you want, baby," he covered his mouth as he told you that nickname. "sorry, Y/N."

"It's fine, darling," you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Tom?"

"Yeah?"

"I still love you too."