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musicforastylesrestaurant · 1 month

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School Pick Up.

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authors note - these photos just screamed dad!harry so enjoy ☺️

word count - 700

in which, harrys on school pick up duties for his little one, and it’s his babies favourite time of the day when he sees his best friend, his father standing at the gates.

Harry stood patiently at the school gates, the afternoon sun casting a warm glow around him. His daughter, Indigo, was finishing up her day in school any moment now, and he couldn't wait to see her.

With his signature pink phone case pressed to his ear, he listened intently to his wife, (Y/N), who was asking him to stop by the shop on the way home to get some bread.

"Hey, lovie, everything okay?" Harry greeted warmly, a smile playing on his lips as he leaned against the gate.

"Hi, H. Could you do me a favour and pick up some bread on your way home? We're fresh out, and you know how Indi loves her beans on toast after school," (Y/N) requested, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

Ah, of course.

Since Indigo had started school back in September, each day after school either you or harry would whip her up some beans on toast, it was like her little treat for getting through the school day because god knows she hated going to that place.

Most morning you would drop her off and she would be hysterical, clinging onto you like a tearful little monkey crying out that she wanted her ‘daddy!’

"Of course, no problem. Anything else you need?" Harry replied, already mentally adding bread to his list of errands.

"No, that's it for now. If I remember anything else I’ll text you, Thanks, baby," (Y/N) said gratefully, her tone softening with appreciation.

"You're welcome, lovie. See you soon," Harry said, already looking forward to their reunion.

As the school bell rang, signalling the end of the day, Indigo's teacher led her class out of the building. Being in reception, Indigo's class was among the first year groups to come out.

The children, still buzzing with energy from the day's activities, chattered excitedly as they followed their teacher in a neat line.

Indigo, with paint smudges on her uniform and her brown hair now a tousled mess from a day of play, eagerly scanned the crowd of parents waiting at the gate.

Her heart leaped with joy when she spotted her dad, leaning against the gates. With her bag hanging off her shoulder, she couldn't contain her excitement.

"Mr Anderson, look, there's my daddy!" Indigo exclaimed, tugging at her teacher's sleeve to get her attention.

Her teacher smiled warmly and nodded, understanding Indigo's eagerness to reunite with her father. "Go on, Indigo. Have a wonderful evening."

With her teacher's permission, Indigo dashed towards Harry, her small feet barely touching the ground as she called out,

"Daddy!"

Harry's heart melted at the sight of his daughter running towards him. He pushed himself off the gate and opened his arms wide, ready to catch her.

As Indigo reached him, she threw herself into his embrace, her laughter filling the air.

"Hey, my indi girl!" Harry greeted, lifting Indigo up and spinning her around, his heart brimming with love and joy.

Harry placed her down on the floor before heleaned down to Indigo's level, a playful glint in his eyes. "How was school today, sweetheart?"

Indigo's face lit up with excitement as she recounted her day. "It was really good, Daddy! I played with my friend Tommy, and we made a castle out of blocks in the sandbox."

Harry chuckled, tousling her hair affectionately. "Tommy, huh? Sounds like y’had a blast. But y’know the rule, no boyfriends until you're thirty-five, alright?"

Indigo wrinkled her nose in mock disgust. "Ew, no, Daddy! Tommy's not my boyfriend. Boys are yucky!"

Harry couldn't help but laugh at her exaggerated reaction. "Oh, really now? Well, s’a relief. M’not ready for you to have a boyfriend just yet."

Indigo nodded vigorously, her brown hair bouncing with each movement. "Me neither, Daddy! Boys are gross!"

Harry smiled, feeling a surge of affection for his daughter's innocence. He squeezed her hand gently, grateful for these lighthearted moments together. "S’my girl. You focus on having fun and being yourself. No need to worry about boys just yet."

Indigo grinned up at him, her dimples deepening. "Okay, Daddy! I'll remember that."

"Alright, Indi, it's time to go home and see Mummy," Harry said, gently guiding his daughter away from the school gates.

Harry brushed his finger over her knuckles, “You know what that means indi girl?”

She gleamed up at him, dimples shining. Before exclaiming:

“Beans On Toast!”

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dearshelby · 1 year

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Between the cross and the sword | T.S

Summary: Tommy's alliance with the Cliftons brings his feelings to the surface. However, it doesn't have the expected effect on the war against the Lees.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the support you showed to this series, I honestly didn't expect it 🥹 I'm on a roll with this and the ideas are flowing, BUT I feel like I should warn you this won't be a long series, I don't plan to write more than 10 chapters, maybe even less, this won't be a slow burn and from now on the chapters will have a time lapse of a few weeks in between them (just like in the show) again, thank you so much for the support 😙

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Chapter 2: The harder you try the harder it gets.

The way to the Garrison was quiet and filled with tension. Tommy drove slowly so all the guests could keep up with him even if everyone knew where the pub was. Until now, the only smile he got from Y/N was when he informed her their wedding party would be thrown at the Garrison, so no one would have to clean a house afterwards.

The guests crowded the place and Tommy's soldiers were on guard once again. Johnny Dogs played the violin in between sips of whiskey and the party carried on quietly, Tommy had seen the pub louder on common days.

Pouring a glass of whiskey and another of champagne, he looked for his wife among the guests and soon, he found her sitting on a corner table with Amelia, John and Grace.

He approached the group with narrowed eyes, since he took the barmaid to the races and she pulled a gun on Billy Kimber, nearly ruining the deal he made, Tommy started to consider her little playful remarks as disrespectful challenges.

Also, after the Kimber incident, he became suspicious of her, asking himself why would she have a gun and why would she take it to the races. Ada was the one to defend Grace, arguing a woman who moved to Small Heath alone and worked as a barmaid needed to defend herself.

"Amelia," he greeted at first, "Grace, why aren't you on the counter?"

"I'm here as a guest, Mr. Shelby," she explained.

"Whose fucking guest?" he sat down at Y/N's side.

"Mine", John answered, "I couldn't go to the wedding alone, could I?"

Tommy slowly nodded and the table got silent with his presence. Y/N moved uncomfortably and fidgeted with the sleeves of her dress.

"Well, it seems that I'm the only one who came alone," Amelia tried to relieve the tension, "Tommy, why don't you set me up with Arthur?"

"Nah, two Shelbys and Cliftons on a roll would be too much," John joked along, "too fucking much,"

"Have you known each other for long?" Grace asked.

"Quite, yeah, even before-"

"He's right there, Amelia," Tommy rudely interrupted, "why don't you try your luck?"

"Uhm, guess I will," she awkwardly stood up.

"I'll go with you," Y/N followed around, "nice to meet you, Grace."

As both sisters left the table, Tommy sighed and guzzled down the champagne glass he had brought for Y/N.

"What the fuck was that, Tom?" John asked, "Guess you're not so lucky, she'll need to be set straight,"

"Oh, no, on contrary of you I know a good woman when I see one,"

John frowned at Tommy's comment, he could be talking from the refusal to marry Esme to bringing Grace to the wedding. Either way, John hated how Tommy assumed he could boss around everyone's lives for the sake of business.

"Yeah, right, her dowry was good at least?"

"You tell me," Tommy gestured to the pub.

"You're fucking kidding!"

"Nop, it's now Shelby property,"

"You hear that, Grace? It's great fucking news!"

"Why would it be?" Tommy asked.

"Listen, Grace has been helping with the accounting, the boy Ned had was slow compared to her, so I thought we could let her take care of the books,"

"Is that right, Grace?"

"Yes, Mr. Shelby, the barman asked me to help with the accounting on quiet days," she answered.

"What barman?"

"His name is Harry,"

"How long has he worked here?"

"I don't know, Mr. Shelby, surely longer than I," she attempted to joke.

"Well, with the change of owners, I'd advise you to keep your heads low, you have no contracts with the Shelby Company,"

With that last remark, Tommy left the table, heading to the counter to get more whiskey. On the way, Polly stuck with him.

"Ada would have loved to be here," she started.

"Pol, I didn't gave Freddie away, it wasn't my fault John refused to get married, today is my fucking wedding day and I won't talk about it,"

"Her water only broke because she was nervous with the war you started," Polly argued, "then Freddie came to her and got caught, but you'll solve everything, won't you, Tommy? With your sham of marriage, you got more men to fight for you,"

Squeezing his eyes, Tommy took a sip of whiskey and didn't bother to answer, was it possible he wouldn't have one enjoyable moment on his own wedding day? He knew he wasn't deserving and the event was more business than a real wedding, but he still was annoyed.

"And now there's her too…" Polly continued, "I thought you had let Y/N go, but you decided to mix the business of the heart with the real ones,"

"I made an alliance, just like I tried with John,"

"Really? So you won't mind her talking to that man right there," Polly pointed, "because it's just business after all,"

Tommy gripped into his glasses watching Y/N talking and laughing with a man he didn't know. Her beautiful smile was always aimed at something else, it occurred to him it'd be better, safer to him and his old, broken heart to lead this marriage as a deal.

Even if it was what he promised her, he had a tiny ounce of hope she'd soft up eventually, but why would she? A woman like her belonged to a banker's side, with a nice flat in Maida vale and many diamonds on her jewelry box, Tommy was aware he could never offer that, at least not with a clean reputation.

"Do you want some advice, Tommy?" Polly asked, "Try again, you're adults now, if she keeps telling you no then let her go, there will be others,"

"Right," he nodded, not really moved by Polly's words, he also thought he'd find others after coming back from France, but his heart only switched between her and no one at all.

Polly sighed and walked out, leaving him alone to watch his wife across the room. The second the unknown man left, Tommy approached her with a frown on his face.

"Not fond of champagne, eh?" he questioned.

"What?"

"I brought it to you, you didn't fucking look at it,"

"Oh, I- Well, it's good for special occasions I guess, I'm not really fond of it,"

"I see," Tommy drawled, "special occasions, not like today,"

"Look, Tommy," she rested her hands on his shoulders, "someday both of us will be happily married, to someone who loves us and we love them back, that day we'll have a toast with champagne, right?"

His jaw clenched as he slowly nodded, her detachment bothered him and he couldn't do anything about it.

"Is that you fella?"

"Who?" Y/N furrowed her brows.

"The one you were talking to,"

"No," she answered, "no, Tommy, goodness, he's the son of my grandad's right hand, you don't have to worry about him,"

He scoffed and she scowled, annoyed by his lack of trust, "Hey, we made a deal and I intend to keep it, we're married now, there's no one else, I expect the same from you,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, now if you excuse me I'm gonna throw the bouquet and after that I'd like to go home"

Watching Y/N walk away and standing on a chair, a smirk crept on Tommy's face. Perhaps she wasn't so all about business as she let on.

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Tommy waited in the living room while Y/N changed in the bedroom. Moving her belongings from the Garrison to the Watery Lane took longer than he imagined.

The last minutes of the wedding party were more animated than the first hours, Amelia was the one to catch the bouquet and both families seemed pleased with the union.

As night fell on, the new couple went home, Tommy's home, and Y/N needed time and space to settle on her new, temporary bedroom.

"Tommy?" she called, "Tommy! I'm done!"

Finishing his whiskey and putting his cigarette down, he headed to the bedroom. Tommy entered the room slowly, watching out to not make her uncomfortable.

However, he couldn't take his eyes off her, her pink nightgown stood right above her knees, her hair was down and she nervously played with her new wedding ring.

"Well," he sighed and gestured to the bedroom, "what do you think?"

"It didn't change much since the last time I've been here, the bed looks comfortable though,"

"I ordered it next day me and Ned sealed the deal,"

"Oh, I thought-" she shyly looked away, "I thought you just liked a big bed to yourself, Tommy, I-"

"We don't have to consummate the marriage if you don't want to," Tommy soothed her, "we had a ceremony and a party, everyone will believe us,"

"Good," she weakly smiled, "good, let's lay down then, I'm tired,"

Tommy agreed and changed into pajamas, they laid down facing away from each other, stiff, hesitant to move. The last time they were so close was on a crib, when they were both babies.

Closing her eyes, Y/N tried to relax, although the bedroom wasn't familiar and the sheets had a weak scent of opium, she had a long, tiring day, also she was safe laying beside Tommy.

Deep breaths filled her lungs, bringing the exhaustion within her muscles out. She shrunk under the soft blanket and when she was about to fall asleep, her brand new husband coughed.

"Tom?" she called.

"Uhm?"

"You don't snore, do you?"

"...no,"

A wave of insecurity ran down her body with her next thought, she didn't want to give him hope and she planned to get a divorce at the end of the deal. But in that moment, in the dark of his bedroom, it didn't feel like a business transaction, they were just two childhood friends and Tommy was still the boy she knew before.

Not a gangster, not a thief or a murderer. Just a boy who wanted to work with horses, who joked around and liked to travel. A boy she wasn't in love with, but was currently her husband.

More hesitant than ever, Y/N turned to him and wrapped an arm around his waist. Their bodies didn't fit perfectly, but the warmth they produced was better than any blanket.

Tommy shivered at the feeling of her breath on his neck, he intertwined his fingers on hers and closed his eyes. For the first time since he came back from France, his bedroom felt safe.

"Tommy?" she called again.

"Uhm?"

"How long do you think this war will last?"

"I don't know, the Lees have a lot of kin,"'

"And you plan to kill all of them?"

"Well, when you put it like that…"

"You haven't think of anything yet,"

"No,"

"That'll make my stay longer,"

Tommy didn't answer and she tightened her embrace around him.

"I'll think of something,"

"And what do you know about wars?" Tommy asked.

"My family has dealt with this sort of thing too, don't forget, that's why you married me,"

Again, Tommy was quiet. All he wanted was to sleep with the feeling of her close to him.

"And then what?" Y/N asked.

"What?"

"What are you gonna do after our deal is done?"

"I'll move up in the world,"

"How?"

"I have plans, I just need this war to end,"

"Yeah, me too," she chuckled, "good night, Tommy,"

"Night,"

Finally, the room got silent, their breaths were all to be heard. For once, there were no shovels against the walls or nightmares over dead parents, there was just them, together not because of the most romantic reason, but together nevertheless.

Suddenly, a rock blasted through the window, spreading broken glass all over the bedroom. Tommy jumped out of bed reaching for the gun on his drawer, his pale blue eyes searched for threats and his heart beat fast.

He walked to the window and Y/N quickly stood up, pulling him away. She pushed him against the wall and took the gun from his hands, peeking at the street through the sides, without exposing herself.

"There's nothing, they're gone already," she calmly said, "are you mad? Showing up at the window someone just threw a rock through, what if the next thing was a bullet?"

Tommy walked past her and took the rock from the floor, there was something inside a piece of paper tied to it. Opening the paper, he found a bullet with the Cliftons name carved in.

"Fuck," he cursed, his eyes still holding a certain glassiness Y/N couldn't guess what was.

"It's alright," she took the bullet from him, "they must have received the news and this is their counterattack, they must want to show they're not scared of us, did you hear me, Tom?"

She called, but he kept staring at the bullet, his jaw clenched as if he was not even there, as if he was stuck into his own head.

Gently, she cupped his cheek, his wandering eyes met hers and she spoke again, "Did you hear me? We'll deal with this, it's all about strategy, I'll help you,"

Running a hand through his hair, she asked, "Are you alright?"

Tommy slowly nodded and squeezed his eyes shut. Finally, he took a deep breath, "Alright, I'm alright,"

"Good, I'll take a broom to sweep the room and tomorrow morning we'll talk about it,"

As Y/N left the room, he sat at the end of bed holding his head in his hands, as if the guns and Billy Kimber weren't problem enough, the Lees were mercilessly coming at him. He feared for his family's safety, he was trying to work his way through the war and it only seemed to get worse.

Rubbing his tired eyes, he preferred to follow Y/N's advice, tomorrow would be another day and they'd talk about it.

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#tommy shelby x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #Between the cross and the sword

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asterias-record-shop · 10 months

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CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR

Hello again!! Just thought I'd update the characters that I write for! Here is my main masterlist! If you don't see someone listed you want to request a fic for, just send me an ask and I'll let you know if I write for them! copy and pasted from my 'recording live' main post, soon to be up!

my favorite characters to write for are marked with ***

K-POP

STRAY KIDS

Bang Chan***

Han***

Changbin***

Felix

Hyunjin

Seungmin

I.N.

Lee Know

ATEEZ

Seonghwa***

San***

Mingi***

Hongjoong

Wooyoung***

Jongho

Yunho

Yeosang

For the K-POP groups, I'm not like deep in the fandoms - I listen and love their music, but I'm not deep in it (a little deep in the Fandom of Stray Kids, but y'know). I didn't list BTS because I don't really listen to much of them.

MARVEL

Peter Parker***

Bucky Barnes***

TASM! Peter Parker***

Loki

Thor

Pietro Maximoff***

Kraven the Hunter*** (this man is so fine, bad boys need love and shit just fuck me-)

Dave Lizewski*** (Kick-Ass is owned by Marvel)

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Miguel O'Hara

Jason Todd*** (Titans)

Dick Grayson*** (Titans)

Gar Logan*** (Titans)

Conner Kent (Titans)

Damian Wayne

Barry Allen (The Flash series)

THE HUNGER GAMES (2012-2015)

Finnick Odair***

Peeta Mellark

Cato Hadley

TOP GUN: MAVERICK (2022)

please request for Bradley Bradshaw, I fucking love that man-

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw***

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

SCREAM VI (2023)

Ethan Landry

DYLAN O'BRIEN CHARACTERS

Stiles Stilinski*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Void! Stiles*** (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Richie Boyle (The Outfit 2022)

Mitch Rapp (American Assassin 2017)

CRIMINAL MINDS (2005-)

Spencer Reid***

Luke Alvez

Matt Simmons

WEDNESDAY (2022)

Wednesday Addams (No smut!)

TARON EGERTON CHARACTERS

Eggsy Unwin (The Kingsman Series 2015-)

Robin Hood (Robin Hood 2018)

Jimmy Keene (Blackbird Series 2022)

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (2019–2023)

Five Hargreeves***

Ben Hargreeves

DIVERGENT SERIES

Tobias (Four) Eaton

Peter

HARRY POTTER

Theodore Knott***

Mattheo Riddle***

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black***

Lorenzo Birkshire***

COD (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare)

Simon “Ghost” Riley

König

THE LAST OF US (2022-)

Joel Miller

Tommy Miller

MISCELLANEOUS

Dorn*** (Bad Boys for Life 2020)

Owen Hendricks (The Recruit 2022)

Derek Hale (Teen Wolf 2011-2017)

Seth Clearwater*** (Twilight 2008-2012)

Benjamin (Twilight 2008-2012)

Seth (Day Shift 2022)

Tyler Rake*** (Extraction & Extraction 2 - 2020 & 2023)

Arvin Russell*** (The Devil All the Time 2020)

Luke Marrow (Purple Hearts 2022)

Tangerine*** (Bullet Train 2022)

#asterias-record-shop #with love asteria ♡#characters i write for #ateez #stray kids #skz #marvel #hunger games #the hunger games #top gun: maverick #scream #scream vi #scream 6 #dylan o'brien #teen wolf #cato hadley

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tomholland1996simp · 2 years

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Family Pranks || Tom Holland

Pairing: Tom holland x youtuber!reader

Summary: (Request) You and Tom decide to prank his and your family and friends acting like he’s an ‘abusive’ boyfriend to get their reactions. You record it for your youtube video getting the best reactions ever.

A/N: Sorry If this triggers anyone, just know it’s all a joke and I know Tom is not abusive it’s just them filming a prank. Abuse shouldn’t be taken as a joke but I do see some people do this as a prank on youtube. Just know if this does happen to you physically or mentally, I’m here for you and there’s other people out there too. There are lots of people you can contact for help and please try get the help you need! love you all stay safe xx

“Hey guys, It’s y/n and i’m here with…” You say towards the camera looking to your right where your boyfriend, Tom is sitting.

“Tom, the best boyfriend ever” He smiles giving a small wave.

“Today we will be pranking our friends and family pretending we are in an argument where Tom will ‘hit’ me-“ You do air quotes in the air for ‘hit’ as he won’t actually hit you.

“I’m not actually going to hit her guys, I would never lay a hand on this pretty girl” Tom says, placing his hand on your thigh.

“This is only for entertainment purposes only, I promise you all Tom is an amazing boyfriend and he’s not abusive. It’s just a prank” You smile placing your hand on top of his.

“Yep, I mean who would want to hurt this cute face” Tom teases pinching your cheeks making you blush.

“Tommy! Anyways let’s get started, first we will prank Toms brother Harry, Sam and Paddy. We’re gonna have lots of cameras in the room so you can see.” You say before pausing the camera to go hide it in the room without the boys noticing.

This is what you do, youtube is your career. You’ve been a youtuber ever since you was seventeen and it’s going very well. Your actually a social influencer but recently you’ve been loving doing pranks on people, and your fans are enjoying it.

You finally set the camera up, Tom making sure the others were turned on. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips, apologising for anything he may say. Tom was always like this, cute and caring. Even though he knew it would be a prank he felt bad.

“3,2,1….Tom! I told you he’s your best friend” You whisper yell to start the argument off the boys being in the other room. You both being in Toms old bedroom in his parents house.

“Y/n You was like fucking all over him!”

“I just gave him a hug like you do to Zendaya and all your other girls that are friends!”

“Are you fucking stupid?!” He raised his voice with a smile trying to let all his laughter out now.

“Stupid?! How am I stupid, your the one acting like a dick!” You hug him quick giving him a nod to carry on.

“I’m not being a dick if your the one who is most likely cheating on me and fucking my best friend!” He yelled, both of you hearing whispers, most likely the boys listening outside the door.

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD I DO THAT! Tom I love you and you know that” You scoff still acting.

“Just admit it you most likely go around sleeping with other guys” Tom said louder.

“ALL I DID IS FUCKING HUG HIM TO SAY HI, IM NOT GONNA BE RUDE AND NOT SAY HELLO TO HIM” You scream letting tears poor with a smile to let him know your acting for the prank.

“DON’T YOU DARE SHOUT AT ME!” He said, him knowing how to act greatly.

“Your the one fucking shouting at me! Just fuck off Tom” You say.

“What did you just say!” Tom spoke with a harsh voice, whispering saying ‘i’m gonna do it’ as in he’s gonna ‘hit’ you.

“FUCK OF-Ahhh. TOM!” You scream in pain as Tom slap his hands together to make a sort of hitting noise. That’s when the door flung open, you holding your face that you purposely put makeup on to make it look red like he had slapped you.

You hold your face crying acting afraid of Tom as his brothers came charging in, seeing Tom towering over you and you holding your cheek, sobbing.

“What the fuck man!” Harry shouted shoving Tom away from you, Sam and Paddy going to see if your okay.

“HARRY STAY THE FUCK OUT OF THIS!” Tom barked at his brother.

“Did you just fucking hit her!” Sam saw your now red face as you hid in Paddy’s shoulder. He walked up to Tom pining him against the wall.

“Y/n did he hurt you?” Paddy asked as you nod crying more.

“What the fuck Tom! You need to calm THE FUCK DOWN NOW!” Sam shouted pushing Tom more into the wall.

“Are you crazy! Snap out of it Tom! You just fucking hit her, your girlfriend. That’s fucking y/n right there and you slapped her!” Harry was pissed just as much as the others.

“And? You know what she did, she’s a fucking slut! I’ll fucking hit her again if I wanted to” Tom growled acting as if he was gonna pounce at you again.

“You ain’t gonna touch her ever again, Thomas. You know not to hit women, especially y/n. How the fuck could you!” Paddy held you closer as you cried trying to watch the boys hold Tom, trying not to laugh.

“I can’t believe you, Paddy take y/n out. I’m so sorry y/n, Tom clearly has lost his mind. I promise he won’t hurt you again.” Sam walked over to you as Harry held Tom back. He pulled you in for a big hug.

That’s when Tom moved out of Harry’s grip running over to you. You saw this realising he wanted to tell them. “TOM!” Harry yelled as he pushed Sam on to the bed grabbing you.

“Want me to hit you again?” Tom said but this time with a smile paddy and the others giving a confused expression.

“Yes” You fall into laughter, hugging your boyfriend as he kissed your head.

“What?” Sam said.

“It was a prank, come on you really think I would hurt her” Tom asked his silly brothers, they all scoff.

“Fuck you both” Paddy said walking out the room, annoyed.

“You idiots, you had me scared” Harry punched Toms arm. “Still If you ever hurt her, i’ll kill you” Harry said walking out the room.

“Sorry Sam” You hug him as he was mad at you both for making him believe his brother had hit you. “I’m gonna get you back” He groaned, you and Tom both laughing.

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Next was your mum and your brother. Tom and you arrived at your old childhood home, not doing the prank straight away to make it not seem bait. You waited a few hours before arguing to bring back their attention, which worked.

“Ahhh!” You scream out in ‘pain’ as Tom ‘hits’ you in the face. You had filmed this in the living room, whilst your brother and your mum was just in the kitchen.

“Did you just hit my daughter?!” Your mum came into the room looking at her crying daughter, pointing a finger in his face. To say Tom was scared was an understatement. Your mum looked scary.

“Yes I did she fucking deserved i-“ Before he could finish your mum had slapped him hard in the face, taking you both by surprise.

“Huh?! Do you like it! You think it’s okay to hit my baby? Tom I thought fucking better than you to hurt her” Your mum screamed as Tom held his now red cheek, you were about to say it was a prank until another angry voice came into the room.

“You fucking bastard!” Your brother, Charlie, went to hit Tom, pushing him onto the sofa.

“Hey! Hey! Stop. Charlie it’s a prank! Get off him, it’s a joke” You panicked as your brother looked down to your boyfriend who had a feared expression and then to you who was now laughing.

“fucking hell! You dickheads” He pushes Tom hard into the sofa.

“It was a joke, you really didn’t hit her?” Your mums expression changed into a softer one.

“No I didn’t hit her, I would never ever lay a hand on your daughter.” Tom said standing up to give your mum a hug which she returned back, holding Toms face in her hands. “I’m so sorry for slapping you” she apologised.

“Wow mum, powerful slap. Your cheek is all red” You giggle hugging them both as you look at Toms face. “I never wanted to do this prank it was all her idea” Tom said making your mother glare at you.

“We only have one prank left to do!” You say excited.

“Wait what?!”

“Your friends silly” you say.

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“Let me see your phone” Tom said quietly as your legs laid on his lap. His best friends Harrison and Tuwaine were sitting not to far from you both as you started the small little argument.

“Why? Im literally on it” You smile.

“let me see it, your all smily someone is clearly messaging you” He snapped a little making the boys both turn there heads to you both, leaving it for now.

“No one is messaging me Tommy, I’m just going through instagram see” You flash your phone to him, taking it back quickly. “No, Tom you clearly don’t trust me if you want to go through my phone” You say taking your legs off him acting mad.

“Y/n just show him” Harrison said thinking you were both messing about.

“Why should I give him my phone?” You ask.

“Just save yourself an argument and let him see if you have nothing to hid” Tuwaine says backing Harrison up.

“Ugh fine, take the fucking phone” You throw your phone to Tom with attitude.

“Don’t start acting like a bitch just because I wanna know if your cheating and being a whore” Tom pretends to scroll through your phone.

“Oii, no Tom you can’t say that” Harrison says pausing the game they were playing.

“What? It’s what she is, no?” Tom laughs.

“You can’t call her a bitch or a whore. That’s not right” Tuwaine says turning to you as a tear fell but you wipe it so he could see.

“Then why is she liking other mens post then” Tom snaps at his friends trying to act mad.

“You like other girls posts, plus that’s my brothers friends post. I’m not gonna, not like it. Give my phone back your being annoying” You try snatch your phone back but he moves it so you can’t get it. “Tom just give it the fuck back-“ You raise your voice snatching your phone back.

“So you are whoring around?”

“Tom!” Harrison and Tuwaine both shout.

“Just shut the fuck up, I love you and only you” You say placing your phone on the side.

“Don’t speak to me like that” He snapped.

“Fuck off Tom- I don’t know why you’ve been like this all day.”

“Like what!”

“Your being a dickhead, just fucking shut u-“ You say as Tom claps his hands together by the side of your face, the two idiots falling for it as they ran to pull Tom away whilst you cry out in pain.

“what the fuck Tom!” Harrison shouts as Tuwaine comforts you by kissing you on the head and rocking you back and forth.

“Your a fucking bitch! I promise that’s not the last one your getting today!” Tom yells trying to pull away from Haz.

“Are you fucking crazy, mate! Did you seriously hit your girl? Do you normally do this! Y/n has this happen before” Harrison asked confused but angry at his best friends actions.

“Y-yeah” You croak out.

“So what I hit her here and there, she fucking deserves it.” Tom growls.

“Get out” Harrison said, making Tom look at him like ‘what’. “GET THE FUCK OUT, THOMAS” He pushes his best friend to the door.

“No” He says.

“Get the fuck out, i don’t wanna do something i’ll regret” Harrison warns him.

“Let me just get my things” Tom barges past Haz harshly, walking over to grab his phone. Making eye contact with you. He couldn’t keep it in anymore as you both blast out in laughter.

“There’s a fucking camera” Tuwaine groans finally finding the cameras in the room around you all. He lets go off you going to sit back down where he was before.

“Fuck you both” Harrison says. “Actually both of you out of my house, out” He says calming down.

“I love you” Tom says. “ I love you too baby” You say back kissing him on the lips.

“Very funny prank” Harrison claps sarcastically.

“We’re getting you back y/l/n and you Holland” Tuwaine promises.

I don’t like this, I need more requests.

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January 2024 Music Prompts - Spotify Wrapped edition

♪ Hello again! Yes, I'm finally back, at last. Let's start new year with something great: music prompts ♪🎵🎶

♪ Since getting your Spotify Wrapped is such a huge event every year (at least for me, who listens to the same 5 artists and even tho I still get surprised, lol), I decided to surprise you with a little prompt event.

♪ I've chosen 15 songs from my 2023 Wrapped playlist and a lyric (or few) for each one of them that just has THE vibe (y'know):

1. Own My Mind ♫ Måneskin I'm prayin' at your altar if you know what I mean.

2. Dinner & Diatribes ♫ Hozier I’d suffer hell if you'd tell me/What you'd do to me tonight.

3. Kiwi ♫ Harry Styles She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes/Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect.

4. Electricity ♫ Arctic Monkeys Tell me something I don’t already know/Like how'd you get your kisses to fill me with electricity?

5. Francesca ♫ Hozier Though I know my heart would break/I'd tell them, "Put me back in it".

6. Honey (Are You Coming?) ♫ Måneskin I'm gonna show you how this Italian amor/It's gonna love you harder than ever before/You will like it.

7. Don't Blame Me ♫ Taylor Swift I would fall from grace/Just to touch your face.

8. For Your Love ♫ Måneskin I wanna be the first man you look at tonight/I wanna be stuck in your head and make you go wild.

9. Stuck ♫ Thirty Seconds to Mars I've been lost in your eyes all afternoon/The more I drift, the closer I get to you.

10. Mammamia ♫ Måneskin They ask me why I'm so hot, 'cause I'm italiano.

11. Nobody ♫ Hozier I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint/I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave/But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love.

12. I Can See You ♫ Taylor Swift But what would you do if I went to touch you now?/What would you do if they never found us out?/What would you do if we never made a sound?

13. Baby Said ♫ Måneskin Baby said, "Let me taste your silhouette/You can talk between my legs"/Uh-uh, uh, uh, know you really want to.

14. Cuff It ♫ Beyonce I wanna go higher, can I sit on top of you?

15. I Wanna Be Your Dog ♫ John McCrea So messed up, I want you here/In my room, I want you here/Now we're gonna be face-to-face/And I'll lay right down in my favorite place.

♪ You can now start making request for the following list of characters:

1. Keanu Reeves along with his following characters/movies:

John Wick & the John Wick movies franchise,

Constantine & the movie,

Johnny Utah & Point Break,

Jonathan Harker & Bram Stoker’s Dracula,

Neo & The Matrix,

dr Julian Mercer,

Jack Traven & Speed;

2. Riccardo Scamarcio along with:

Santino D’Antonio;

3. Andrew Hozier Byrne;

4. Tom Hiddleston along with his following characters/movies:

Sir Thomas Sharpe & Crimson Peak,

Loki & Avengers/Thor,

Adam & Only Lovers Left Alive,

dr Robert Laing & High Rise,

Jonathan Pine & The Night Manager;

5. Henry Cavill along with his following characters/movies:

Geralt of Rivia & The Witcher,

Walter Marshall & Nomis,

Capt. Syverson & Sand Castle,

Napoleon Solo & The Man from U.N.C.L.E.,

August Walker & MI: Fallout,

6. Alexander Skarsgård along with his following characters/movies:

Eric Northman & True Blood,

Leo Beiler & Mute,

Gadi Becker & The Little Drummer Girl,

sergeant Brad “Iceman” Colbert & Generation Kill,

7. Peaky Blinders franchise along with the following characters:

Thomas ‘Tommy’ Shelby,

Alfie Solomons,

8. Supernatural franchise along with the following characters:

Dean Winchester,

Sam Winchester,

9. The X Files franchise along with the following characters:

Dana Scully,

Fox Mulder,

10. Kiefer Sutherland along with his following characters/movies:

Jack Bauer & 24,

president Tom Kirkman & Designated Survivor,

David & The Lost Boys.

Please send in a number with the song/lyric you fancy + a character from those listed above, first come - first serve, as always.

If there are any questions don’t be afraid to ask them, I’m always all ears for y’all!

♪ LET'S CELEBRATE THE BEGINNING OF 2024 ✨

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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900 followers short celebration 🎉 (Part 2)

I want to thank each one of you for following, for leaving ♥️, for sharing your thoughts and reblogs! It means absolutely everything to me ✨this is crazy, I never imagined I would get more than five, let alone this many.

But beyond the number, I’m very grateful for the beautiful and kind people I’ve been able to meet here. Really lovely mutuals sharing incredible stories that make my day go a million times better and take my mind off of worries, stress, etc. So thank you for the chats, for the laughs, for the learning, for sharing bits of your day to day with me, for listening to my non-sense as well. 🥰 You’re a shining light ⭐️

I still have some requests in my to-write list, so this celebration will be sharing some fics recommendations of mind-blowing stories written by the best fandom. (There are so many great stories so I will keep it down to one per writer) and I highly encourage you to stop by and read them if you haven’t -leaving the proper tip (also know as your thoughts, comments, reblog) it’s highly appreciated.

This is my master list in case you want to take a look around, who knows? Maybe you’ll find a story you haven’t read yet 🥰 I write for Tommy Shelby (Peaky Blinders), Cillian Murphy and some of his characters like Robert Fischer (Inception), Scarecrow (Batman), Lenny Miller (Anna movie), Emmett (A quiet place), etc

Last but not least, my recommendations to read (in no particular order)

Story share - proposed by @zablife (on going) each chapter is written by a different writer and trust me, you will want to get some snacks to enjoy the show 😉

Midnights -by @madame-wilsonn This series is just starting, I’m curious to see where this is going, join Tommy through the memories from the war, see by yourself the struggles he has to deal with.

All apologies - by @gypsy-girl-08 One mistake broke apart Tommy’s family, a thousand apologies won’t be enough to get back what he lost. The perfect mix of everything smut, angst, love…

Tachipen - by @zablife (series on going) This story will take us along reader when she moves to the Shelby house because her father lost a flip coin against Tommy and she starts to take care of the Shelby kids.

Betrayal - by @cillmequick (on going) You’ll find the perfect amount of angst, the war between the Shelby’s and the Changretta’s is about to get ugly.

Birmingham - by @runnning-outof-time get to see as reader escapes from her family gang and ends up in Small Heath with no other than the Shelby family, there will be angst and mystery.

The boy in the window - by @notyour-valentine (series) I’m fascinated by this story and how little Emma takes us by the hand to meet Charlie Shelby, the boy who her mum thought was an imaginary friend.

Misery loves company - by @shelbydelrey Tommy is sleeping with Arthur’s wife, follow their forbidden relationship and get ready to gasp constantly as you read!

Getting away with murder - by @theshelbyclan Join Teddy in one of her adventures, she will find out becoming a stylist isn’t the best idea, but at least Tommy wasn’t her target.

Dear Sister - by @l1-l4 Intriguing story about Grace’s sister, who happens to marry Tommy… loving it from the start!

A kind heart by @forgottenpeakywriter The relationship between Charlie and his sister will melt your heart, fluffy Tommy included.

Family ties - by @peakyscillian follow reader and Tommy’s story, they met at a gentlemen’s strip club, Tommy wants to help her out…

Birdcage - by @raincoffeeandfandoms Corrupt a wish stories will never be the same after you read this. (I don’t want to spoil anything, just read it!)

Prima ballerina - by @padfootdaredmetoo Loved the whole ballet idea, and the story is amazing!

Destiné à Être by @the-forest-witchh Remus Lupin story, if you’re a Harry Potter fan this is your story

The library - by @evita-shelby Tommy realizes the only way to shut you up is… 🤫 💋

Men with blue eyes and dark hair by @dandelionprints Tommy jealous of his brother for being close to Y/N, will he ruin the only chance to share his real feelings?

Christmas traditions - by @midnightmagpiemama get festive with Charlie and Tommy while decorating for the Christmas festivities! Lovely details. A lot of fluffy content!

Plus two recommendations @heidimoreton shared with me and I loved it!

Freedom / Poison

Tagging some lovely mutuals I adore 🥰 @lyarr24 @ange-thoughts @imichelle-l-rigby @heidimoreton @thesoldiersminute @theshelbyslimited @peakyv @prettylittlehoneyeyesxoxo @allie131313 @lovemissyhoneybee @kittycatcait219 @already-broken144 @babaohhhriley @cillixn @sloanexx @kittycatcait219 @lespendy @moral-terpitude @theshelbyslimited @rangerelik

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I hope its ok to come in here with this.. but do you think Tommy would enjoy watching movies or reading books? What kind do you think he'd like best?

So sorry this took so long, I was out all day and didn’t have Internet in the woods 😂 but you can always ask me stuff like this! I love it so much 🥺

I think Thomas would absolutely adore books. He’d like movies in a different way though. When it comes to books, I can imagine little Tommy going to his version of the Scholastic book fair and coming home and begging miss Mae for a few dollars to get a book he saw. Now of course Hoyt might make fun of him, but this is just another of those things Thomas learns to ignore. I think he’s probably start with non fiction. Thomas is a smart boy, and if he has his mind set to something her could learn so quickly. I think he’d enjoy learning when it’s at his own pace, and there’s no expectations.

I can imagine him picking up a book on farm animals and telling Luda all about what he learned when he’s finished reading. He’d be so excited to get his second book, and spend anytime he’s not working on the farm, at the library. He probably has a deal with one of the librarians and he just slips in the back and hides in his own little corner. Thomas didn’t even know you could take the books out of the library at first and probably would rush after school to get there before they close and cramp as much reading as he can. Then he’d mentally take an image of which page he was on, and come back to finish it the next day.

Now I think he probably wouldn’t understand the joys of fixture until the reader comes along. He probably met them reading at the library and was interested in the book they were reading, looking so concentrated. When they explain that the whole stories made up, he wouldn’t quite understand the allure at first. But as he listens to how passionately they retell the story, Thomas would be hooked. He’d try reading a few Romance or Sci-Fi novels on his own, just so he could write little notes to share with the reader about what he thought. They’d teach him how to annotate his books.

Poor Thomas is probably so confused the first time he sees one of their personal books and it’s got scribbles and highlights all over it. He’d be even more confused if they gifted it to him. But his favourite thing when it comes to fiction, is hearing them read it to him. He would very much enjoy audio books, but he’s a little biased when it comes to the readers version 🥺

Now when it comes to movies, I feel that’s also I thing Thomas wouldn’t really come across on his own. I don’t think he’d like them nearly as much as books, at least not watching them on his own. But with his new friend… Thomas will watch any and everything. I don’t think he’d be that found if Slashers and horror, not really wanting to be reminded of his reality. I mean the whole point of fiction is the escapism right (lol, my maladaptive daydreaming thinks so) but he’d adore romance and documentaries, maybe even a good paced comedy. I feel like he’d love the whimsical stuff, with all the pretty special effects and makeup!

Despite what I said about horror, stuff like Jurassic park gets a pass because, Dinos! And if you explain to him the behind the scenes, I feel like he’d find it even more magical than the movie itself. You’re telling him there’s animatronics? Man is baffled by all the work that goes into the art form. I also think he’d really enjoy the Harry Potter series, although we all know he’s hate it’s creator. But if you make Thomas a little Hufflepuff scarf, he’d literally melt, like putty in your hands.

Movie musicals however, Thomas is all over that! Humming every tune while he’s doing chores. Memorising the choreo and running it through his head all the time. He loves Mama Mia and Into the Woods. So I think Tommy would enjoy the routine of movie night with the reader, but on his own he prefers a good old fashioned nonfiction book.

But let me know what you think!

#thomas hewitt/reader #thomas hewitt imagine #thomas hewitt fluff #tommy hewitt #the texas chainsaw massacre #slasher imagines #slasher boyfriend #slasher bestie #head canon #thomas hewitt headcanon #autism headcanon

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Love vs. Hate - Part 11 // Joe Liebgott x OC

Summary: Technical Sergeant Olivia Stark knows the military. Raised in a military family, a graduate of military school and OCS herself, she is transferring from the 82nd Airborne Division to the 101st. Between new friends and what appear to be foes, she becomes a part of Easy Company, 2nd Battalion, 506th PIR.

Warnings: Language, Violence, War wounds

A/N: I don't know what to say... be prepared still ;)

Here is my Masterlist

Tag List: @brassknucklespeirs

Later that afternoon, we're still sitting by the fountain, and George suddenly stands up. "Well, look who decided to show up, Floyd," he says, and I look up. Tab and some of the other guys who were still missing are coming toward us. We all stand up to greet our new arrivals. "Hi there, Luz. We thought we'd never find you guys," Tab says, then looks at me. "Liv, good to see you," he says, and I give him a quick hug. "Likewise, Tab." Now Liebgott pushes past me. "Hey, Tab, get a load of this. You like that? It's the real stuff," he says, unwrapping his flag with the swastika. "Yeah, of course. You like this?" asks Tab in return, pulling out a German raincoat. "Oh, nice. That's a beauty, Sarge," Liebgott replies, and now Don pushes through as well. "My Luger's gonna put you all to shame when I get it," he says, and I have to laugh. "Yeah yeah, Don. You almost got yourself shot for one. So let's hope you're still alive when you finally get your hands on one." Don nudges me from the side and laughs.

"So, have we lost anybody?" asks Tab, looking at each of us in turn. "Tommy Burgess took one in the face. Popeye Wynn got pinked in the behind. But they're gonna be okay," George replies. "That's good." "You run into Lt. Meehan on your travels?" I ask, and Tab looks at me quizzically. "No, why?" "Company HQ's still missing. They think the plane crashed," I reply, lowering my eyes. "They say he's gonna turn up," Liebgott now interjects, and I look at him with raised eyebrows. "Yeah, I ain't holding my breath," I reply, "Why, they just showed up now, too; why not Meehan?" "Because his whole plane is missing, smartass. You think that's a fucking coincidence?" Liebgott glares at me. "Looks like cuddle time is over," George grins, and Liebgott and I look right at him. "Shut up, Luz!" "How nice that this hasn't changed, huh?" grins Tab sarcastically, looking at both of us before turning back to me. "Who's in command, then?" "Winters for now. Lieutenant Welsh is 1st Platoon," I reply, and he nods.

Then Don puts his arm around my shoulder and pulls me to the side. "It's funny, you two. In the morning, you're cuddling with each other, and now you're the bickering couple again. Unbelievable." "Can't you just stop that? Liebgott and I are nothing! If possible, I'll stay away from him, okay?" "Yeah, right, because that works out so well," Don laughs.

Up ahead, I see Harry clearing his throat. "Let's go, 1st Platoon! Easy's moving out! On your feet!" he calls, and I exchange a glance with Don. We are in 2nd. Platoon. "I'll see you guys later," Muck says, walking past us toward George. "Stand up, lift up. Let's go," Boyle calls out, the 1st Platoon Sergeant. Buck now stands up next to me. "Listen up! It'll be dark soon. I want light and noise discipline from here on. No talking, no smoking. No playing grab-fanny with the man in front of you, Luz," Harry calls out, and we all laugh. "So, where we headed to, Lieutenant?" "We're taking Carentan." "That sounds like fun," Don says next to me, looking at me. "It's the only place where armor from Omaha and Utah Beach can link up and head inland. Until we take it, they're stuck on the sand. General Taylor's sending the whole division," Harry still explains and looks around.

"Remember, boys, give me three days and three nights of hard fighting, and you will be relieved," George says, imitating General Taylor, which makes us all laugh. "1st Platoon, fall in behind Fox Company. You people from 2nd and 3rd Platoon, follow us. Let's shake a leg." I look at Don for a moment, then nod at him. "Come on, Liv. Let's get these guys on their feet," Buck says beside me, and I nod. "Another thing to remember boys flies spread disease. So, keep yours closed," I hear George still saying in General Taylor's voice. "Okay, come on. Joe, Bill, on your feet. We're moving out." Bill nods to me, and our platoon gets ready to move out.

June 12, 1944 - Carentan, France

When we finally take on Carentan, a few days have passed. It is now D-Day plus 6. This morning, Winters informed us that it is our turn to intervene as support. Behind a small hill leading into town, we hunker down behind the 1st Platoon. "You guys ready?" Buck asks Don and me as we crouch next to him. Winters and Harry are upfront as he gives the order for the first platoon to move out. "Fuck," I curse as I watch Harry run off, closely followed by George. We make out the first shots and duck a little more.

"Okay, Buck, let's go! Get those men out of the trench and start clearing the buildings!" Winters then calls out to us, and Buck looks at me. We both nod at each other. "You heard the lieutenant, boys! Let's go!" I shout and run off with Buck and Don. We are immediately fired upon. "You better not die!" I call to Don, who winks at me. "Come on, get out of the ditch! We have to go!" I shout to the soldiers who are entrenched in the trench. "Jesus Christ! Move!" I shout, grabbing a soldier and pulling him to his feet.

Then I run into town and take cover next to Buck. He looks at me. "Liv, take Tipper and Liebgott. Start clearing these buildings. Right. Let's go! Second two, go, go!" Buck calls out to me, and I nod. "Tip, Liebgott! Come on. We're clearing those houses!" The two nod and follow me. From a distance, I see Don looking after me. I nod to him again before running on. "Ready?" I ask the two, and they nod. "All right, let's go!" I shout, and we run into the house.

After we clear a few houses, I suddenly hear Lip's voice. "They got us zeroed! Spread it out, spread it out! Go! Get the hell out of there!" he shouts, trying to get his men off the street. "They got us zeroed! Get out of there! Go, go! Get the hell out of the street!" he shouts again as I see him get hit. "Lip!" I shout and immediately want to run to him, but Liebgott holds me back. "No! Liv, we have a job to do! Tab takes care of him!" I look up again, and Liebgott is right. Tab is already with Lip, helping him.

I nod and follow Joe and Tipper into the house. "Okay, quick now," I say. We search everything and then run back out before the house goes up. I quickly look around. "Dammit, where's Tip?" I ask, looking at Liebgott. Startled, I wheel around to the house, and then I can see Tipper coming out of the house. With my mouth open, I stare at him, and Liebgott's eyes have also widened. "Tipper," I breathe. Joe slowly puts his gun on the ground and then walks toward Tip. He puts an arm around him. "Joe?" asks Tip back. "Looking good, Tip." "Is that you?" "Looking real good. Come here; you gotta sit down. Come here, come on. Easy, easy. There you go, there you go," Liebgott says, helping him sit down. He hugs Tip to him and has his arm around him. I swallow hard and slowly kneel. Tip is bleeding all over. His legs are torn open, and one side of his face is also ripped open and bloody. "Jesus," I breathe, looking Liebgott in the eye.

"Oh, Jesus. You hang in there, buddy. Okay, we're gonna get you fixed up. All right?" he says then, and I've never seen Liebgott so caring as he is right now with Tipper. "Okay. Guys, you wanna give me a hand here?" he then asks, addressing me, and only now do I realize that two more soldiers are standing behind me.

"Fuck!" I then curse. "Medic!" I look around briefly before turning back to Tip. "Hey Tip... It's going to be all right yeah? As Joe said, we'll get you fixed up." Liebgott and I exchange another look. "Where's the goddamn Medic?!" I yell, then look back at Liebgott. "We need to get him out of here, Joe," I say to Liebgott, and he nods. I reach under Tip's other arm and try to lift him. Carefully, we both stand up and carry Tipper away. The bullet fire has fortunately died down, and we can get Tip to the aid station without further incident.

"What happened?" asks Doc immediately as we put Tip down. "I'll take it from here, Liebgott," Gene says. He nods and heads back outside. "Mortar. We thought he was right behind us, but he was in the house too long. Then it went up." "Did you give him anything?" continues Doc, and I shake my head. "Fine, thanks, Liv. We'll take care of him." "Thanks, Doc."

On the way out, I notice my hands are full of blood. I try to wipe it away a little, step outside and take a deep breath while still rubbing my hands. "You can't get it off without water," I hear a voice and look up. Next to me, leaning against the house is Liebgott, smoking. "Ah yeah, thanks!" I say wryly, rolling my eyes. "Ah, come on, Stark, I only meant well," he says, and I look up in surprise. "Really?" "Really." I rub my face with the back of my hand. "Jesus, I'm done for the day," I mutter. Suddenly Liebgott holds out an already-lit smoke to me. "Thanks," I say, still slightly confused.

For a while, we stand silently at the entrance to the house, smoking. "Joe," he says suddenly, and I look up. "What?" "You called me Joe today. You never did before." I think about it for a moment. "Just like you never called me Liv. Seems like it takes all of this to do that." "Seems so."

Silence falls between us again. "Liv!" someone suddenly calls out, and I look up. Don is coming hurrying toward us. "Here you are! Are you okay?" he asks as he pulls me into his arms. "Yes, Don, I'm fine," I reply. "Jesus Christ, I didn't see you at the rally point, so I was already thinking the worst," he says quickly, and I raise my eyebrows. "Tip got hit. We had to bring him in," I explain, pointing to Liebgott and me. "Is he okay?" "Not really... Well, he should survive, I guess, but... They'll probably send him back to England."

Don exchanges a glance between Liebgott and me, then smiles briefly at me. "Come on now! We found something to drink and a place to crash," he then says, pointing his head in a direction. Don leads the way, and I exchange another glance with Liebgott before we follow him.

Comfortably we sit in the evening at the town border of Carentan. "Have you ever heard from your brothers?" Don asks me as we eat something. "No, unfortunately, I haven't. All my mother wrote in her last letter was about Damon bouncing from island to island in the Pacific and Tommysomewhere in Europe. But exactly where, I don't know." Don presses his lips together and looks at me. "And your sister?" "She's in the pacific as well." "I hear the Pacific must be pretty bad," now interjects Frank, who immediately catches a blow to the back from George. "Shut up, Frank!" "What?" the latter asks, confused, and I hang my head.

"Cheer up, Sweetheart. They'll get through it!" Don tries to cheer me up. "I hope so. We all took a risk when we decided to go to war. As long as I don't hear from them, I'm confident. It's better than hearing that they've been killed." There is silence for a while, and I stare at my boots. I miss my family very much. It's been several years now since I've seen them. But so has every single person here.

I take out my cigarettes and light one. I keep thinking about Tipper or the others we lost today. It could happen to any one of us at any time. I briefly let my gaze glide over the faces of my friends. Don, Muck, Penkala, George, Buck, Bill, Joe Toye, Lip, Harry, Tab, Chuck, Web, and yes, to hell, even Liebgott. It would hurt.

"Okay, enough moping," George says, pulling out a bottle of whatever. "Here's to the day finally being over," he shouts, and we cheer. The bottle is passed around until it's Liebgott's turn, and then he holds it out to me. I accept it and smile at him. Maybe today was a turning point between us. "Oh wow, I didn't think I'd live to see this," Buck laughs, looking at Liebgott and me. "You two, without fighting?" The guys around us laugh, and I take a sip, shaking my head. "Don't get used to it, Buck," Liebgott retorts. "Figures," I grumble, rolling my eyes.

"What, Stark? Would be boring otherwise, wouldn't it?", Liebgott challenges me, and now I'm looking at him. "I don't know, Liebgott. It would be quite nice if you would just shut the fuck up now and then," I return, and the men around us groan. "Why did you say something, Buck?" Don asks our lieutenant, who grins. "Well, I didn't know they were about to start again, Malarkey." "Sorry to disappoint you, Buck, but I'm afraid Liebgott can't help it. Always the tough guy, aren't you? I'm really starting to wonder if you're trying to compensate for something with that," I say to Liebgott and stand up. "You're one to talk, Stark. Or what else is why you're here but to prove yourself?"

My eyes turn to slits, and I take a step toward Liebgott. "I've told you a thousand times, Liebgott. Don't fucking talk about things you don't understand!" "I'll talk about what I want, Love. Get used to it," he now says, standing up as well. "But if I don't understand it, why don't you explain it to me, huh? Why are you here?" Anger spreads through me. "That's enough, Lieb," Don interjects, but Liebgott is still glaring at me, as am I at him. "I don't need this, Liebgott, because I could give a shit what you think." "But you do give a shit, Stark, don't you? I wonder why...?" By now, we're standing so close to each other that the others can barely hear us. Liebgott scrutinizes my face, and his gaze flits briefly to my lips. "I hope you're not starting to fall for me, Stark," he whispers huskily, and I tear up. I push him off me. "You're such a fucking asshole, Liebgott!" I curse and stomp away.

Settling against a tree not too far from the others, I bury my face in my hands for a moment. Why do I let him get to me? What is it about Joseph Liebgott that can get me so worked up? I exhale in annoyance and light a smoke. "Sergeant? What did I say about you not wandering around by yourself?" I suddenly hear Winter's voice next to me. "I'm sorry, sir; sometimes I just need to escape from all the testosterone for a minute." Winters chuckles. "I can imagine that. But still, I'm not comfortable with you being out on your own..." "Well, you're here now, sir," I grin, and he smiles at me. "May I?" he asks, pointing to the seat next to me. "Sure, sir."

He sits down next to me, and we sit there silently for a moment. "How's your leg, sir?" I then ask. "Oh, so far, so good. It hurts a little, but it should get better quickly." "I'm glad to hear that, sir." "What was the reason for you to sit here now and not with the other men?" he asks, and I look at him for a moment. "Oh, nothing crazy." "Can I guess?" "Go ahead." "Liebgott?" I let out a sigh and grin. "Liebgott," is all I say, "I don't know what it is, but he somehow always manages to drive me up the wall." "Maybe that's what he wants?" "What do you mean, sir?" "Well, first of all, Liv, please call me Dick, at least when it's just the two of us. After all, you would be an officer. And secondly... Maybe he's trying to drive you up the wall because you're letting him?" "But what does he get out of it?" Dick shrugs. "I'm afraid I can't answer that for you. There could be several reasons for that." I hang my head and prop my arms on my knees. "I saw him differently today, you know? When Tipper was hit... He was so caring and kind. Even afterward, when we handed him over to Doc. And then he morphs into that asshole again." I see a slight smile creep onto Dick's face. "I'm telling you: several reasons, Liv."

"Sir? Liv?" we then hear a voice in front of us and look up. It's Don. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to interrupt. I just wanted to see if everything was okay, Liv?" "Yep, everything's fine," I say, and Dick and I stand up. "Are you coming back? Don't worry; I've put Liebgott in his place. He won't make another sound for today," Don grins. "It's okay, Don." I turn to Dick. "Thank you, Sir. For talking to me." "Always, Liv. Enjoy your evening." "You too, sir."

Don and I make our way back to the others. "What did Winters want from you?" Don asks me. "Oh, he just wanted to remind me of his orders not to wander around alone. Nothing more..." Don leaves it at that and leads me back to the boys, toward George and Skip. We sit down, and my gaze meets Liebgott's as he studies my face. There's something strange about his look, but I avert my eyes and turn my attention to George and Don.

June 14, 1944 - Carentan, France

Two days later, I sit on a staircase with Don, More, Muck, Penkala, and Albert. Once again, we gathered different food and enjoy a bit of the sun. Albert is lying on the floor next to us, and we are sitting on the steps. I have my eyes closed and hold my face to the sun. Don and More are discussing what the next course will be. "Berlin by Christmas. That's how I see it," More says, looking at all of us. "Yeah, you're full of it," Don replies. "Oh, God. This Kraut cheese tastes like... It stinks. Bread's stale, too," Penkala then says, chewing on the bread. "Give me that," Muck shouts, taking it from Penkala's hand.

"You mark my words, Mal, Berlin by Christmas," More repeats. Then suddenly, we hear a foreign voice. "Enjoy it while it lasts. We'll be moving out soon." I open my eyes now and see Speirs standing in front of us. "Out of town, Lieutenant? Already?" asks Don, and we all look at the lieutenant. "That's right," Speirs replies, turning away. "Don't they know we're just getting settled here?" More says, and we all look at him in shock. Speirs turns to us again and glares at More before disappearing. "Nice, Groucho," Muck says, looking at More in disbelief. "What?" "Real smart. You know, you're taking your life into your own hands. Ain't that right?" Muck asks, addressing Don and me. I look at Don for a moment and shrug. "We didn't see anything, Muck; we already told you that." "What, Speirs shooting the prisoners or the sergeant in his platoon?" then asks Penkala, and we look at him in surprise. "Sergeant?" "I didn't hear that one." "He shot one of his own guys?" asks Don in shock, and I raise an eyebrow. "Well, supposedly, the guy was drunk and refused to go on a patrol. Who knows if it's true?" then tells Penk as Speirs reappears in front of us. "Sergeant Stark? Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "Uh, yes, sure, sir," I reply and stand up hesitantly. I put on my helmet and briefly look at Don, who looks at me with concern.

I follow Speirs a few steps when he stops and turns to me. "How are you, Sergeant?" he asks, and I look at him in surprise. "Quite well, sir, thank you. Why do you ask?" "Just because. After what happened after D-Day, I wanted to ask." "I'm fine, sir. I've got my boys, and they're looking out for me." "Not that you couldn't do it yourself, right?" "Right." "Lieutenant Winters told me you graduated from OCS? How come you're not an officer?" "I guess it's because I'm a woman, Sir." "Well, as far as I can tell from what I saw, I think they're right to do so. You got your men under control." "Thank you, Sir." Speirs is eyeing me, and I genuinely can't tell what's happening in his head. "Very well. Stand by, Sergeant. We'll be moving out soon." I salute him quickly and then turn away before returning to my friends.

Narrator POV:

Don, Muck, More, and Penkala watch Liv as she follows Speirs. "I wonder what he wants with her," Muck wonders, looking at his friends. "Do you think it could be that Speirs is interested in Liv? Luz told me he saw them together on D-Day." "That would suit you, Muck! Only because you deny that there's anything between her and Liebgott," Don interjects, and Penkala rolls his eyes. "You saw them together the day before yesterday, too, didn't you, Don? I agree with Muck. These two hate each other." "Love and hate are known to be very close, Penk. I'll tease it out of her, and then you can pay up." "You bet on that?" asks More now, looking briefly at Liv, who is still talking to Speirs. "You got it." "But that's just because Don is too sure of himself." "But yeah... Have you guys ever studied Joe? I mean, really study him? The way he looks at her sometimes? The case is just so obvious." "Then why is he being so... assy to her?" "That's clear, too, because he can't have her. Or at least because he thinks he can't. Joe's too proud to even deal with the thought that she might reject him." The conversation falls silent as Liv rejoins them. Don looks up but notices Speirs watching her until she sits with them again, and only then continues.

Liv POV:

"What are you guys talking about?" I ask as I sit back down with the boys. "Still about the same thing as before," Don grumbles, rolling his eyes. "Well, I know a guy who said an eyewitness told him that Speirs hosed those prisoners," Skip says, throwing food at Don. "Why? What for?" now Albert asks out of nowhere, and we look at him. "On D-Day. Speirs comes across a group of German prisoners digging a hole under guard and so on. He pulls out a pack of smokes.... hands them out. He even gives them a light. Then, all of a sudden... he swings up his Thompson... and hoses them down. I mean, for fuck's sake, he gives them smokes first? See, that's why I don't think he really did it," Muck tells us. "I can't imagine him doing it, to be honest." "You don't believe it?" asks Don. "You were there too, Liv, weren't you?" "Yeah, but we didn't see that he did it." "I heard he didn't," Penk now interjects again. "See!" "Someone else did it."

"Oh, no, no, it was him, all right. But it was more than eight guys. It was more like 20", Alton now says. "Hell of a shot!" "All except one guy... who he left alone." "I still think that's bullshit," I say, and Skip eyes me. "Ah well, could it be that you like a certain lieutenant Liv?" he asks, shrugging his eyebrows. "What? What are you talking about? How many more men are you going to pin on me? First Liebgott, then Winters, and now Speirs?" "Anyway... Well, all I know, from what I heard he took that last 105 on D-day practically by himself. Running through MG fire like a maniac," Penk then says. "Yeah, that I did see," Don says immediately, and I nod. "Yep, me too." "On his own?" asks Alton. "I don't care if any of the other stuff's true," Penk says. Suddenly, however, Harry speaks up. "Let's go, first platoon, weapons on me."

"Here we go..." I grumble and stand up. "Come on, Don, let's find the others," I say, pulling him to his feet.

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🌌I know most are wanting some theatrical explanation. Something like “Olivia held Harry a gun point and threatened him to compile to the kiss and Bedford saying, ‘Now listen here you Frodo looking hobbit. I sacrificed EVERYTHING for YOU, and now you’re going to back out like a punk??” Honestly, the expiration is simple: Harry cares about his brand. Until he finds true fulfillment elsewhere, the idea of having a successful brand/career is what’s motivating him to find gratification.

The dramatic kiss, NYC premiere pap, and “fan sightings” that week were always planned. I don’t know why there are some theorizing that he was going to walk with her. Again, Harry was never going to walk with Olivia. There’s a reason for him not doing that yet. He and her weren’t going to ride in a yacht together with a big middle finger to everyone, cast and crew included acting like this to Florence and critics: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=bWye9oDCMmQ.

Harry wasn’t going to pause mid interview and gaze lustfully/lovingly at Olivia on the red carpet. Even if he was asked about her while, he wasn’t going to go, “Olivia looks absolutely ravishing tonight, doesn’t she? Stunning.”

I mean, lover boy didn’t even do his signature whistle directed for her during the oviation. That’s because again, what Olivia is denied in some areas she’s compensated for in others. How she’s denied him verbally acknowledging her as his partner, and her as his and the two of them officially walking together, hand in hand on the red carpets and at awards, it’s made up for in exchange for the indirect, unconfirmed, maybe they are/maybe they’re not together content. For those who’d argue the RS article as proof… yeah that was right up there with the “raw female pleasure” angle she used to gaslight people into thinking they were going to see Harry

It was just to generate hype. Not to actually deliver on what would actually happen. They weren’t going to walk. They were going to, however, do what they did: NYC premiere, fan sights, kiss, etc.

It’s understanding why some were rightfully upset regarding the circumstances, but for those upset because of the content, that was nothing. A bunch of marketing moves literally the week of when the movie the marketing was created for? At this point, they’re telling y’all it’s PR without saying it. That content with the timing should had been another red flag.

This should be the caption with them departing, Harry: “So uh you got my banking info to direct deposit those earnings next month?” Olivia: “yes Hazza bear. Tommy verified it with Bex yesterday. Alessandro and Molly is sending me merch soon right? Also, I get to have Xander for the rest of the night?”

Trust me, it was so tamed and stale that it’s sad.

Regarding the “ignoring her”, again Harry’s team and him cares about his brand. They distanced themselves after Shia’s to figure out how to proceed. They weren’t going to back out because hello Azoff and others invested ALOT of money that they wanted back. I don’t know the ins and outs of their contract, it wouldn’t surprising if there were stipulations that stated that if he didn’t comply with certain obligations the ROI (return of investment) would be affected.

Harry going up to her was a surprise to Olivia’s, but also premeditated on his part. Harry doesn’t like confrontation and he’s a people pleaser. Though he was advised to keep his distance during Venice, he went up to her group because he wanted to protect his brand. That’s why I tried to stress not to say that Harry “hates” Olivia or believe that because he doesn’t and thinking he does would blindside and confuse people when he would engage in activities that were on the opposite end of the spectrum that people exaggerated and falsely claimed was how he felt. For the last time, Harry DOES NOT HATE OLIVIA. Florence DOES NOT HATE OLIVIA. They’re indifferent and really don’t care about her. That’s how they feel. Nothing more or less.

Olivia’s not a mafia queen as some exaggerated, but she is psychotic. You see how she exploited Shia’s tragedy for self promotion. Look at how she’s vehemently denying the obvious that transpired between her and her coworkers and painting herself the helpless victims.

Harry going up to her and giving her a taste of what she wants, to him, was him trying to placate Olivia so she doesn’t go nutty and start a smear campaign against him after Holivia ends, if that make sense.

In short, he’s bullshitting her. Not for the benefits of fans, as some might think. It’s more so for his own benefit. Harry’s kind of always been like that if people looked. Think of how he denied wanting to get into acting back in 1D. He long knew it then but bullshitted people that he didn’t because he didn’t want to comprise losing fans. Again he’s not evil. He’s influenced, and his career is something he cares about.

As for the future, it depends. I said it once and I’ll say it again- his team aren’t fazed by the dramatics of most who scream and cry over decisions they’ve made. They’ve seen it countless times. People cry and scream and call him all sorts of names only to run right back to them once a stunt ends, or they do something that tickles them. For those who’ve truthfully dissented, his team knows, from past experiences, that their spots are easily replaceable. Tough but true. Career wise, people are still unimpressed with his acting abilities so there’s that. He could bounce back and have the career he wants but it calls for a lot of personal growth and hard decisions he’s avoided. As for Olivia….yeah I’ll let a professional criminal psychiatrist predict how she’ll turn out after this all ends.

For the anon whom responded to my earlier comment: you wise one just closed the case on this by describing a narcissist. She is in love with the tangible BENEFITS of him (attention, validation). Not him. Honestly, Harry’s her Amex. He grants her access to stuff she wants. If she had a glimmer of interest in him personally then she wouldn’t had sabotaged his acting growth. She would had challenged him and worked with him to become Jack. Not rewrite Jack to be Harry. Lovers wants their beloved to succeed. Olivia pretty much agreed that Harry’s acting is a joke and he’s only good enough to skate by because of his name and fandom he brings.

Same with him to her. Not saying he’s a narcissist because he’s not. He has his shared spoiled behavior. But Harry was only interested in the BENEFITS (press, career advancement, money) that Holivia was promised to give his brand. Not actually Olivia.

I have one more post I’ll submit later. Hopefully, it’ll bring some of you a good laugh.

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Where My Feet Take Me

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Synopsis: the boys chase a drunk Tom down the street and he tries to make things right with you

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“Hello?” Tom called out as he walked into the house. “I’m home.”

“Tom?” You froze in your tracks as a chill went down your spine. He came into your shared bedroom with an unsuspecting smile on his face, making your hands clench around the box in your hands.

“Hi darling.” He greeted you as he set his suitcase on the ground.

“What are you doing here?” You asked softly.

“I live here.” He teased before his eyes fell on the box in your hands. His face crumpled as he read “picture frames” written on the side in your handwriting.

“What are you doing?” He asked weakly, eyes never leaving the box.

“You said you were coming home tomorrow.” You reminded him.

“My flight was changed.” He told you. “What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “You weren’t supposed to be home.”

“What are you doing?” He repeated, firmly this time. You looked down at the box, unable to look him in the eyes as he slowly figured out what was happening.

“I’m leaving.” You mumbled without lifting your head. Tom slowly looked around the room, finally seeing how empty it was without your belongings. He looked at you in confusion and you nearly broke down.

“You.” You continued. “I’m leaving you.”

“What?” His asked, voice cracking. “Why?”

“You’re never here.” You told him with a shaking voice. “I’m on my own more than I’m with you. And when you’re gone, you don’t call. You don’t call or text or really give me any sort of indication that you remember me. I can’t do this anymore, Tom. I’m done.”

“But...what?” He rubbed his face as he tried to process what you were saying.

“I’m not happy, Tom.” You said weakly. “You’re a perfect boyfriend when you’re home but the second you leave for work, it’s like I don’t exist.”

“That’s not true.” He protested.

“Its not?” You laughed sadly. “We hardly ever speak. Look at your phone. When was the last time you texted me?”

Tom took out his phone, sure that you were wrong. He looked at his messages and sure enough, you were right.

“Wednesday.” He answered sheepishly.

“Yeah.” You nodded. “It’s Monday.”

“You’re leaving me because I haven’t texted you in a few days?” He asked.

“It’s not just that.” You whined and walked past him. He ran after you and stood in front of you.

“Then what is it?” He asked as he blocked your path.

“I shouldn’t have to explain it to you. You should know.” You said and tried to move past him.

“But I don’t. Please, baby. I don’t understand.”

You stopped trying to get past him and looked into his glassy eyes. It took everything in you not to unpack the box and stay with him. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to leave.

“Thomas.” You sighed. “I wake up every morning and I have no idea if you love me or not. I can’t keep waiting for you to let me be a part of your life. I have to go.”

You walked past him and went out the front door with him following behind you.

“Please.” He begged. “Don’t leave. I can change.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You said as you walked faster to your car. You tried to open your car door but he put his hand on it to keep it closed.

“It will be different this time.” He assured you. “I promise.”

You looked at all your belongings in the backseat of your car for a minute before looking back at him. He was silently begging you to stay as tears slipped from his eyes.

“I just can’t believe you.” You shook your head. “I’m sorry.”

You walked around the car and got in the front seat but he caught the door before you could shut it.

“But, darling.” He cried. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” You told him. His eyes lit up as he hoped that meant you were changing your mind.

“It’s just not enough.” You continued. His hand slipped off the door in shock, and you were able to shut it. He watched you pull away as tears fell from his eyes, and that’s when he knew he had lost.

2 months later

The boys were sitting around in Harrison’s living room, all mindlessly scrolling through their phones. Tom noticed Harrison’s smile suddenly, then look at Harry and Sam. They shook their heads at him and Harrison quickly put his phone down.

“What?” Tom asked when he noticed the strange interaction. The boys exchanged a look, and silently decided not to lie to him.

“Y/n just congratulated me The Irregulars.” Harrison explained. Tom stiffened when he heard your name and looked to the other boys.

“Yeah.” Harry nodded slowly. “She texted me too. She liked my cameo in Cherry.”

“I wonder how she’s been.” Sam said, earning a glare from Harrison and Harry. Tom let out a defeated sigh and rubbed his face, also wondering how you had been. He couldn’t find the words to say, so he just hung his head in shame.

“Sorry, mate.” Harrison apologized. “I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

“It’s fine.” Tom shrugged as he got up. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sipped it while looking out the window.

“I talked to my friend from work. Remember I told you about Holly?” Sam changed the subject. “She said she’d go out with you tonight if you want.”

“Sure.” Tom replied, hardly listening.

“Give her a chance mate.” Sam suggested. “You might like her.”

“Yeah.” Harry agreed. “Especially since Y/n-“

Harry was cut off with a harsh series of hushes from the other boys. Tom returned his attention to them, knowing they were trying to keep something from him.

“What about Y/n?” He asked.

“Nothing.” Harrison said as he glared at Sam.

“Harry.” Tom singled him out. Harry looked at him apologetically and sighed.

“I heard shes seeing someone.” He admitted. Tom stumbled backwards a little as the wind was knocked out of him. He sat back down in the living room and stared at the wall.

“Dude.” Sam hit his arm.

“He asked.” Harry defended himself. “And he was gonna find out eventually.”

“Tom, you okay?” Harrison asked.

“I’m fine.” Tom replied as he wiped his eyes. “When does that Hazel want to meet?”

“It’s Holly.” Sam corrected. “And she said anytime.”

“All right.” Tom downed the rest of his beer and stood up. “I’m ready. Text me the address.”

“Don’t you want to get dressed?” Harrison asked kindly, noticing Tom’s week old pajamas.

“I am dressed.” Tom gestured to himself.

“When was the last time you showered?” Harry wondered.

“Or shaved?” Sam added.

“Wednesday.” Tom shrugged.

“Mate.” Harrison sighed. “It’s Monday.”

“Well if she doesn’t like me for me, she’s more the one.” Tom gave them a tipsy smile and opened the front door.

“Okay.” Sam said wearily. “Have fun.”

Less than two hours later, Tom stumbled back through the front door and flopped onto the couch.

“Hey, man.” Sam greeted when he heard Tom come in. “How’d it go?”

“Horrible.” Tom mumbled. “She ordered Y/n’s favorite drink and it was downhill from there.”

“Tom.” Sam sighed and rubbed his brothers back.

“Sam.” Tom whined. “I don’t need you to play matchmaker for me. I don’t want anyone else. I want Y/n. I miss her.”

“I’m sorry, mate.” He said. “But it’s over with Y/n. You have to move on.””

“I can’t move on.” Tom teared up again. “I love her.”

“I know you do.” Sam nodded. “But you can love her from a distance.”

“No.” Tom decided as he struggled it stand up. “I have to go to her house. I can talk some sense into her.”

Harry walked into the room right as Sam was trying to reign Tom in.

“What’s he doing?” Harry asked as he helped keep Tom in place.

“He’s drunk.” Sam explained. “And he’s trying to go to Y/n’s house.”

“I have to see her.” Tom slurred and went for the door.

“Woah woah woah.” Harry held him back. “I’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”

“She’ll listen to me.” Tom declared. “She’ll listen this time. I know she will.”

“I think you should lie down and get some sleep.” Sam suggested.

“No.” Tom broke free from their grasp. “I’m going to her flat.”

“You can’t drive. You’re drunk.” Harry reminded him.

“I’ll walk.” Tom said as he went out the front door.

“Oh no.” Sam groaned. “Grab him.”

Harry and Sam chased Tom down the hall right as Harrison was coming up the elevator.

“Woah. Where’s he going?” He asked.

“To Y/n’s house.” Harry quickly explained as Tom ran out the front door of the apartment building. “Oh no. He got away!”

The boys quickly ran out of the apartment and searched the street for where Tom had gone.

“Tom!” Harrison called. “Where did you go?”

“Oh God.” Sam spotted him in the distance. “He’s running down the street.”

“Come on.” Harry sighed. “We have to get him.”

The boys chased Tom down the street, but never caught up to them. Even while drunk, he was faster than them. Tom found your apartment building and easily made it past the doorman. The boys finally caught up to him in the hallway by your door.

“Tom.” Harry tugged his arm towards the elevator. “We have to go home.”

“No.” Tom fought back. “I have to see her. I have to get her back.”

“You can’t just show up there.” Harrison protested. “She won’t open the door.”

“I have to talk to her.” Tom slurred. “I have to try.”

“Just let him go.” Sam sighed. “We’re not gonna be able to stop him.”

Harry reluctantly let go of Tom’s arm and let him go to your door.

“Y/n!” Tom called as he knocked on your door. “Open the door please. It’s Thomas.”

“Come on. You saw her door. Let’s go home.” Harry tried to tug him again.

“Y/n!” He ignored Harry and called again.

“She’s not home, mate.” Sam shrugged. “Let’s go.”

“No. I have to see her.” He cried and knocked again. “Y/n. It’s Tommy. Open the door please.”

Suddenly, you opened your front door to see the boys with their arms around Tom, attempting to pull him away.

“Tom?” You asked when your eyes fell on him. Tom’s face softened and for a minute, he was stone cold sober. You couldn’t help but smile a little at him after not seeing him for months.

“We’re sorry.” Harrison apologized. “We couldn’t stop him.”

“Hi darling.” Tom said weakly.

“Hi.” You chuckled a little at the sight in front of you. “Is he drunk?”

“Out of his mind.” Sam confirmed.

“I’m so sorry for everything.” Tom told you. “I’m sorry I drove you to leave.”

“Tommy.” You said softly, finally seeing how broken he was without you. Your heart physically hurt from how badly you missed him.

“Please take me back.” He begged. “I miss you so much. I just want...”

Before he could finish his sentence, he passed out on the floor with a hard thud.

“Oh my God.” You gasped as stated at his limp body. “Is he okay?”

“I’m sorry.” Harrison grabbed his leg and began to tug it. “We’ll take him home.”

“Wait. It’s okay.” You stopped him. “I’ll take care of him.”

“Are you sure?” Sam asked.

“Yeah. I dated him for three years. I know how to take care of him.” You smiled softly.

“All right.” Harrison nodded. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too. I miss you guys.” You said as you pulled them into a group hug.

“We miss you.” Harry said as he patted your back. “Just keep an eye on him, okay? He does this a lot. It’s the first time he’s been able to slip through our fingers.”

“I’ll look after him.” You assured them. “And I’ll see you all soon.”

“See you.” Harrison called as they walked towards your elevator. With the boys gone, you turned your full attention to Tom.

“Come on.” You shook him gently. “It’s time to get up.”

“Y/n?” Tom asked in a daze as he slowly woke up.

“Yeah, it’s me.” You chuckled as you tried to lift him. “God, you’re heavy. Woah, and stinky.”

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled from the ground.

“I know. Stand up.” You commanded, and this time he listened. He slowly stood up and swayed a little on his feet.

“We’re going inside, okay?” You said as you wrapped his arm around your shoulder. “Lean on me.”

You helped Tom into your apartment as he hung on your side like dead weight. His head was buried in your hair as you slowly helped him inside.

“You smell good.” He slurred in your ear.

“I wish I could say the same for you.” You teased as you held your breath. You carefully brought him to your couch and began to set him down.

“All right. Easy does it.” You said as you took his arm off of you and let him sit. Tom slumped on your couch like a rag doll and ran his fingers over the material.

“This is your couch?” He asked sleepily.

“Yeah.” You told him. “The previous owner left it.”

Tom winced a little as he remembered that you no longer lived with him and now had a place of your own.

“It’s nice.” He smiled weakly. “We used to have a couch together.”

“Yeah. We used to have a lot together.” You said softly as you sat next to him on the couch. Even though he was drunk, you could see the remorse in Tom’s eyes. He rubbed your couch with his hand and pouted.

“I miss that.” He mumbled. “I miss you.”

“I know, bear.” You modded. “Me too.”

“It’s been so long since you called me that.” He smiled a little when he heard his old nickname from your lips.

“I know.” You chuckled. “We haven’t talked in a while.”

“It’s my fault.” His smile fell. “I fucked everything up.”

“Yeah.” You said quietly. “You did.”

“I’m so sorry.” He told you. “I’ll never stop being sorry.”

“I’d be a lot more willing to forgive you if you took a shower.” You scrunched your nose at him.

“I can do that.” He laughed in his drunken state and tried to stand up. He almost fell over, but you quickly caught him.

“Come on.” You laughed as helped him walk towards the bathroom. “Into the bathroom.”

You lead him into the bathroom and let him lean against you as you walked. You told him it was to help keep him on his feet, but you really just missed his touch.

“Okay.” You pushed the bathroom door open. “We’re here. This is my shower.”

Tom stared at it for a minute as if he’d never seen a shower before.

“How do I use it?” He looked to you for help.

“You just turn the knob.” You laughed and turned the knob towards the hot water.

“Thats too much responsibility for me”. Tom mumbled under his breath.

“Its okay. It’s already warm.” You said as you ran your hand under the water. “Shampoo and conditioner are on the floor. The soap is in the dish.”

As you turned around, you saw Tom tangled up in his shirt with his arms crossed.

“Oh no.” You chuckled. “What happened here?”

“I’m stuck.” His voice was muffled behind the shirt over his head.

“I can see that. Come here.” You gestured for him to come over and he stumbled towards you. You helped him pull his shirt the rest of the way off, reminding you of that way you used to be. He flushed a little under your gaze, feeling more vulnerable than ever.

“You stink.” You scrunched your nose up again when his must hit you.

“I know.” He smiled a little. “Sorry.”

“I took one of your razors by accident. It’s in the cabinet behind the mirror.” You told him. “Use it, please. You look like a pedophile.”

“I’ll use it.” He said, never taking his eyes off you. You stared back at him as you fought the urge to lean in and kiss him right there. You took a step back before you could get ahead of yourself and patted his chest.

“Okay.” You smiled shyly at him. “Have fun in there.”

“I’ll try.” He called after you as you left the bathroom.

When Tom came out of the shower, there was a pile of his clothes sitting on the counter. You had stolen enough of his clothes to throw together an outfit for him. Next to the clothes was a glass of water and some aspirin. He got dresses, popped the pills in his mouth and downed the water before finding his razor in the cabinet.

Once he was done, he padded back into your kitchen and found you sitting at the island.

“There you are.” You smiled at him. “Much better.”

“I feel better.” He told you. “I puked in your toilet though.”

“Well then it’s a good thing I made you some food to fill back up.” You said as you put a plate of eggs and toast in front of him. He looked at you gratefully before digging in.

“Thank you so much.” He said with a mouthful. “I haven eaten in hours.”

“Really? You didn’t eat on your date?” You asked as you put another glass of water by his plate.

“I was hardly even there.” He shook his head. “I drank half the bar though. Wait, how did you know about my date?”

“Harry tells me everything.” You chuckled. “I knew you were on your way here before you even left.”

“Damn.” He laughed as well. You sat in comfortably silence until Tom remembered what drove him to get drunk in the first place. “He told me you were seeing someone.” He said without making eye contact with you.

“It’s not serious.” You shrugged. “It’s only been a few dates.”

Tom felt sick to his stomach as you confirmed his worst nightmare.

“Does he call when he says he will?” He laughed humorlessly.

“Yeah.” You smiled sadly. “And he texts me too.”

“Wow.” Tom rolled his eyes and took a bite of his toast. You got up and poured hot water into a mug before putting his favorite tea bag in it.

“And he owns his own business so he works whatever hours he wants.” You continued as you set the mug in front of him. “No weeks away in other cities.”

“He sounds perfect.” Tom mumbled as he took a sip of his tea.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you sat back down. “I wouldn’t really know, though.”

“Why not?” Tom perked up.

“Cause when I’m with him, all I think about is you.” You said sheepishly. Tom froze and looked at you hopefully when he heard you say this. You gave him a small smile and leaned your chin in your hand, raising your eyebrow a little to tell him the ball was in his court.

“I don’t deserve a second chance from you.” He shook his head. “I don’t deserve any of this.”

“Maybe not.” You agreed. “But I’m giving you one anyway.”

“Why are you being so nice to me?” He wondered. “You never had to open the door. But you let me in, cleaned me up and made me all this food. I broke your heart, remember? Why would you do all this for me?”

“Because I love you.” You said simply. “And l’ve been miserable without you. I should’ve stayed and worked things out. I can’t tell you how much I regret leaving like that.”

“It’s okay.” He nodded and put his hand on top of yours. “It was my fault. I drove you to leave. But I promise, if you come back, everything will be different. I’ll call you so much, you’ll get sick of me. And I’ll start taking you with me when I work. No more months away. I promise.”

“I really want to believe you.” You sighed and toyed with his fingers. “I already know you’re sorry. You left me about 40 voicemails telling me that you are. You’re lucky I haven’t turned one into a song yet.”

“I guess I am pretty lucky.” He chuckled slightly.

“I still might.” You teased. “Next time you piss me off, I’m making a single out of “y/nnnn. I miss you. Please take me back” and getting on the charts.”

“Please don’t.” He whined as he got out of his seat and walked around the kitchen island to be near you.

“As long as you keep your word and make some changes, I won’t have to.” You smiled softly now that he was close to you.

“Thank you for letting me in tonight.” He spoke softly as he eyes stayed on your lips. “Thank you for everything.”

“You’re welcome, bear.” Your lips tugged into a full smile. You wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your forehead against his, relishing in his warmth. Tom took the initiative to lean forward and kiss you for the first time in two months. Three actually, since he’d been away working. You pulled him closer to deepen the kiss, feeling like you never wanted to pull away.

“Thank you for taking me back. I love you so much.” He mumbled against your lips. You rested your head on his shoulder and gently swayed with him in the kitchen, missing him more than words can say.

“I love you too, bear.”

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Omg yay! Would you write something with reader acting all moody due to her pregnancy hormones and tom is always following her around to make sure everything is ok, and the boys film the reaction of a very confused tom after you well: YOU KNOW WHAT? THIS IS YOUR FAULT, YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE PREGNANT

You were, in a word, cranky.

Being nearly eight months pregnant will do that to you, sometimes. And it sure was, at least today. You were tired, you were always hot, you felt bloated and swollen and you're not sure where your ankles disappeared to.

Not helping matters was the fact that Tom was never more than a few feet away from you. What was he doing back there, exactly? Even when you went to the bathroom, or took a shower, he was right there. You love Tom, truly, but you'd reached a tipping point: If he didn't give you five minutes' peace, you were going to snap.

"Thomas," you said through gritted teeth. "I am perfectly capable of walking to the refrigerator for a glass of water all by myself."

"Oh, I know."

You raise an eyebrow. "So... let me walk to the refrigerator for a glass of water all by myself, maybe?"

Harry, who'd come by to work on some things with Tom, snickered quietly to himself as he pulled out his phone. No doubt to film something, he's always filming something.

"Well, I... uh... I think I need some water too, love."

And that did it.

That tipped you over the edge.

"Okay, listen here, fella," you said, voice slightly raised. "You have been following me around like a lost puppy for seven months straight! I can't eat by myself, I can't sleep by myself, I can't even go to the fucking bathroom without you right outside the door! What is your fucking deal?!"

Tom's eyes grew wide as the color drained from his face. "I... er..."

"What, forget how to talk all of a sudden? Just spit it out."

Tom sighed. He'd never, never ever, seen you anywhere even close t this angry before. And, well, he had no idea what to do.

"Um... okay, well. What if something happens to you? Or the baby? I want to be right close by if anything happens, you know? To be completely honest I'm surprised you didn't say anything sooner, I..."

"Oh, you are not turning this around on me, Thomas Stanley." You glared at him through narrowed eyes. "Being pregnant is hard enough as it is without being followed around all the time. Anyone who says they love being pregnant is a damn liar, they are."

This is the point in the conversation where Tom made a fatal error:

"Really? It's not that hard, is it?"

"NOT THAT HARD?!" you roared; Tom stumbled backwards a little as Harry made no effort whatsoever to hide his amusement. "I'm tired all the time, I'm nauseous, I feel like a manatee that suddenly sprouted legs and learned how to walk, and my hormones are all over the place!! You know what? This is your fault, you're doing it next time."

Tom's eyes suddenly filled up with tears. "You... you want to have another baby with me?"

"Well, of course, dumbass. Just because I hate being pregnant doesn't mean I hate you. I love you, more than anything." Just like that, tears rimmed your own eyes and a sob landed in your throat. "I'm sorry, Tom, I shouldn't have snapped at you."

"No, darling, I'm sorry. I should have let you have your space. You know what? Harry and I are going out for a few hours -"

"We are?" It was Harry's turn to be dumbfounded.

"Yes. And you can do whatever you like. Take a nap, have a long shower, whatever you want to do completely uninterrupted."

"You'll have your phone?"

"Of course."

You smiled warmly at him. "Okay. I love you, Tommy."

"Love you too, darling."

As Harry and Tom headed out the door, you decided that long, uninterrupted shower sounded heavenly. You readied the water while you mused to yourself.

If only you'd exploded sooner...

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happier | t.h.

tom holland x singer!reader

warnings: swearing and sad. fluff if you squint

summary: you wish tom the best with his new relationship in your new song. {listen to happier by olivia rodrigo (if you want)}

wc: 3.6k

'We broke up a month ago,'

"I've been thinking," your heart sunk at his words, "I'm always working." he grabbed both of your hands.

You locked your gaze in his. Sat in the living room of his shared flat. Inches apart yet you could already feel the separation between the two of you growing.

He avoided your eye contact, "I-I can't be in a relationship unless I can give one hundred percent of myself to the other person. A-and I know I haven't been doing that to you, which is c-completely unfair." he wiped away a tear from your cheek that you didn't know had fell, "You've been so, so good to me. I'm sorry I wasn't better, but I can't keep putting you through this." his voice was barely audible.

You finally tore your eyes away from his face. His tear soaked face. Choosing to stare at a spot over his shoulder instead. You took three deep breaths. In and out. Something about his words made you confused, but your pain overpowered it.

"Please say something. Anything." he whispered against your knuckles. Holding your hands to his lips.

You gently removed your hands from his grip, "Thank you for being mature and honest with me." you started with a sniffle, "Thank you for all of our memories and for showing me what love is," you cupped his face, "Thank you for everything, loser." your light laugh lacked any humour, but it still brought a slight smile to his face.

He held your hand that was resting on his jaw, "I love you more than life itself, darling." he kissed your palm and you felt your heart shatter. "Never hesitate to call, dummy."

You nodded with a sad smile. "I love you, too." You stood up and made your way out of the door. A year and a half down the drain within ten minutes.

'Your friends are mine, you know I know you moved on. Found someone new.'

"Do you guys wanna do something on Saturday? I don't have work. Maybe karaoke?" you asked the group without looking up from your phone.

Harrison made a confused noise, "Did you forget? We have Nadia's birthday par—" you heard a loud smack, "—Ow! What? Oh, shit."

You looked up to see Zendaya, Jacob, Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all glaring at Harrison.

"Absolute div." Tuwaine muttered.

You furrowed your eyebrows, "Who's Nadia?" you looked at all of them as they avoided eye contact. "Daya?"

She let out a long sigh before clearing her throat, "Um, Nadia is- Well she's kind of- you know, um—"

"—Tom's new girlfriend." Sam finished for her.

Your mouth formed an 'o' shape as you processed the information. His new girlfriend. It'd been a month and four days since he ended your relationship. And he had a new girlfriend.

It took him a month to move on. A month to be able to give a hundred percent of himself to someone.

You couldn't tell if you were more angry or sad. Maybe a mixture of both. Angry that your friends were hiding information from you, but at the same time you understood their intentions. Sad and upset because the boy who told you he wasn't ready to give a hundred percent of himself was already with someone new.

You slowly nodded, "Oh, okay. Well, I hope you guys have fun." you gave a tight lipped smile before looking back at your phone.

Everyone glanced at each other worriedly before allowing their gazes to fall on you again.

"How do you feel?" Jacob asked cautiously.

You locked your phone and set it on your lap, "I'm fine." you faked a smile, "I think I'm gonna head home, though. It's getting late and I have an early studio session. Bye." you quickly grabbed your purse and left with a small wave.

"Y/N! Wait—" the slamming of the front door cut Tuwaine off.

It was three p.m. and you weren't supposed to be in the studio until noon.

'One more girl who brings out the better in you,'

"Y/N/N. You need to talk about it sooner or later." Zendaya reminded you as she sat at the end of your bed with Harrison beside her.

You removed the covers from your face, revealing your tear stained cheeks, "Does she make him happy?"

There was silence from your two friends before they hesitantly nodded. Both weren't completely sure, but they assumed she did.

"Does she bring out the best version of him? Does she stroke his hair while they cuddle? Does she cook with him? Does she walk Tessa with him?"

Harrison sighed, "Y/N/N, we—"

"—Because that's what I did. I brought out the best side of him. I stroked his hair while we cuddled. I cooked with him. I walked Tessa with him. I did it all. Every single thing." your voice broke towards the end as you let the sobs rack through your body.

Harrison and Zendaya went to either side of you and held you. They just held you. Because even they didn't know what to do.

'And I thought my heart was detached from all the sunlight of our past,'

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Zendaya asked as you walked towards Tom's front door.

You nodded and smoothed down your sundress, "Yeah. We ended on good terms. It's been two months or so. We're friends. Plus, I miss hanging out with all of us." you assured her.

She sighed before knocking on the door, "Alright."

A few moments later the door swung open revealing Tom. Dressed in black jeans and a white button-up. Sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Curls dangling over his forehead. A sweet smile on his lips.

You felt your stomach lurch. Air leaving your lungs involuntarily. Heart rate quickening. You could smell his cologne and every single memory with him clouded your mind.

"Hey! It's great to see you guys—"

"—Sorry. I-I think I left something in the car. One second." you rushed out the words before turning on your heel.

Zendaya let out a long sigh, "Fuck."

Tom frowned, "Did I do something wrong?"

'But she's so sweet, she's so pretty. Does she mean you forgot about me?'

"Y/N!" an unfamiliar voice called out to you from somewhere in the boys' backyard.

It was Harrison's annual barbecue get together. Nearly three months since your break up with Tom.

You turned towards the source of the noise and found a girl walking towards you. Brunette. Tight black dress with black heels. Body and face of a model.

"I've been dying to meet you! I'm such a huge fan. I basically live off of your music." she giggled as she hugged you.

You smiled, "Aw! Thank you! That means so much to me. You look amazing, by the way."

She laughed, "Thank you! But you're absolutely gorgeous! Sorry, I completely forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nadia, Tom's girlfriend."

Of fucking course.

You raised your eyebrows, but managed to keep a smile on your face, "Oh! I've heard so much about you! Well, Tom's one lucky guy," you chuckled, "I'd love to chat some more, but I need to use the washroom. Excuse me. It was a pleasure meeting you." you gave her a hoaxed smile before quickly walking away.

You were two feet away from the washroom when Zendaya grabbed your arm, "What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."

Your breaths were coming out in short puffs, "I just met Nadia?"

Her eyes widened before she dragged you towards Tuwaine's room, "Okay. Let's sit down."

'Oh, I hope you're happy, but not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go,'

"You should move in here." Tom mumbled against your shirt.

You let out a small laugh, "You already have four roommates, love. One more might turn this into a barn."

He lifted his head off of your chest, "I'm serious. Driving from Manchester to Kingston all the time is such a hassle for you. We have recording studios here and it would make me the happiest man in the world if I could wake up to your gorgeousness everyday." he planted kisses on your forehead, nose and lips.

You chuckled at his boyish grin, "It's only a three hour drive and I'm sure the boys don't want me imposing on your time with them."

He quickly shook his head, "I already talked to them about it and they want you here, too."

You raised your eyebrows, "Well, if you're sure it'll make you the happiest man in the world, I'll think about it."

"You already make me the happiest man in the world, but I needed something to convince you." he rested his head on your chest again as you laughed.

'So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"Are we ordering pizza?" Harrison yawned from beside you on the couch.

"Sushi?" you grinned hopefully.

Tuwaine shook his head, "We had sushi last night."

"Tom and I are making dinner for you guys!" Nadia reminded you from the kitchen.

Her arms wrapped around Tom's waist as he stirred whatever was in the pan he had on the stove.

You really hated their open floor layout at that moment since there wasn't a wall to block them from your view.

"Oh, yeah. What're you making?" Sam asked.

"Salmon with rice and steamed veggies." Tom answered without looking up from the pan.

Everyone made noises of realization as you turned to Harry, "Aliens or a tiger. Which do you think you could beat in a fight?" he asked.

You laughed before replying, "Hmm, depends. Are the aliens small or—"

"Tommy!" you heard a girly giggle and turned to see Tom with Nadia over his shoulder as they laughed and ran around the kitchen.

You quickly diverted your gaze to the coffee table. Forgetting about Harry's absurd question. All eyes were on you.

"What?" you asked when you finally looked up at your friends.

"Are you okay?" Harrison frowned from beside you before resting his head on your shoulder.

You let out a dry, quiet laugh, "Of course. As long as he's happy."

The looks of pity you received were almost as painful as the scene you witnessed moments ago.

'And do you tell her she's the most beautiful girl you've ever seen? An eternal love bullshit you know you'll never mean,'

"Premiere day!" Zendaya walked into your shared hotel room with a bright smile, Nadia following behind her.

You faked a smile as you applied another coat of mascara, "You girls look gorgeous."

Zendaya was in a red and black sequin gown. Hair down and heels on. Nadia was dressed in a maroon silk dress with a slit on the side. Black heels dawning her feet. Both had makeup and accessories on matching their attire.

You were in an emerald green gown with a slit running down your left leg. Silver heels and silver jewellery to match.

"So do you!" Nadia exclaimed as she sat on Zendaya's bed.

"Are the boys coming soo—" Zendaya got cut off by three loud knocks on the door.

"I'll get it!" Nadia jumped up and opened the door.

Tom was stood before her in a maroon suit. Matching her dress. Black dress shoes. Matching her heels. Glasses on and a bright smile.

You watched as Tom ran his eyes down Nadia's outfit, "Well, aren't you just the most beautiful girl in the world?" he planted a kiss on her lips as you witnessed with envy.

"Aw, Tommy. I love you."

"I love you more, darling." he grinned before looking behind her.

Heart wrenching pain struck you again.

You watched as his mouth fell open by the slightest bit. Eyes growing wider.

He quickly snapped out of his daze, placing a pearly white smile on, "You two look absolutely stunning."

You acknowledged his compliment with a curt nod.

Zendaya let out a laugh, "Yup. About to out do you at your own premiere."

'Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?'

"Green or white?" you held up both dresses against your body.

Tom looked up from his phone, "Both of them will look amazing on you, love."

You sighed, "I appreciate the compliment, but I am meeting Sebastian Stan tonight. Now is not the time for indecisiveness. One of them will make me look bad and I need to know which one."

The Infinity War premiere was in two hours and your anxiety was growing by the minute.

"C'mere." he motioned you towards him with a 'come hither' gesture as he sat on the edge of the hotel bed. You made your way towards him. Standing in between his legs as he wrapped his arms around your waist, "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. Absolutely gorgeous. You could make the ugliest dress look like something from a fairytale."

Your smile grew as he kissed your stomach, "Thank you, mi amor." you bent down and placed a peck on his forehead, leaning your head against his, you whispered, "Now, green or white?"

He chuckled and pecked your lips, "White."

You smiled before making your way to put on the white dress, "I love you."

"I love you more, darling."

'And now I'm picking her apart. Like cutting her down will make you miss my wretched heart. But she's beautiful, she looks kind. She probably gives you butterflies.'

"I don't like her." you murmured.

Zendaya chuckled, "Nadia? You barely know the girl."

You nodded, "And I don't like her. I don't like her giggles and her nickname for him. I don't like her hair."

You knew you were looking for things to dislike, but there weren't any. She was a fan of your music, she complimented you all the time. She was genuinely a great person.

She sighed, "No, you don't like the fact that she's dating Tom. If she wasn't, you wouldn't be saying any of this."

You rolled your eyes and glared at her, "Can you let me be angry?"

She laid herself down on your mattress, "Nope. If you wanna be angry, be angry at Tom. Nadia hasn't done anything to you. You're better than this."

"God, I hate your optimistic side sometimes." you threw a pillow at her.

She laughed, "One of us needs to be the optimist."

You sighed, "Do you think he misses me?"

"Yes." she replied without hesitation.

You sat up and furrowed your eyebrows, "What makes you say that?"

She let out a long breath, "You need to talk to him about that."

'I hope you're happy. I wish you all the best, really. Say you love her, baby. Just not like you loved me. And think of me fondly when your hands are on her. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier.'

"And you're dead." you dropped the controller on your lap as you defeated Harrison in Super Smash Bros again.

He huffed like a child, "Unfair. I taught you how to play, how'd you get better than me?"

"Actually, I taught her how to play. And I am ten times better than you." Tuwaine corrected him.

Harrison scoffed, "Whatever. Sweaty nerds, the both of you."

Nadia spoke up from Tom's lap, "Can I try?"

You nodded, "Who do you wanna go against?"

She chuckled, "I think I'll verse Harrison. Seeing as how Y/N just kicked your ass, I wanna at least have a chance."

Her comment made you laugh as you handed her the controller and watched them pick their characters. You watched as Tom set his phone down and focused on the screen where his girlfriend chose Pichu.

"Choose Kirby." Tom told her.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "Why? Pichu is so cute."

"Y/N always plays as Kirby and she always wins. With that stupid power absorbing ability." he chuckled as his eyes landed on you.

You felt your heart skip a beat at the small detail he remembered before you played it off with a light laugh, "Not my fault you thought Luigi could beat Kirby everytime we played."

'Ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo, ooo-ooo,'

You pressed on the keys of the piano in the boys' home. Singing your heart out. You still had your spare key and Harrison told you no one was home.

You were waiting for them to return from golfing so you could have your Sunday night dinners. It's been nearly four months since your breakup with Tom. Your album was due to be released on May twenty-first and you were letting the still evident pain fuel your lyrics.

"I hope you're happy, just not like how you were with me. I'm selfish, I know. I can't let you go. So find someone great, but don't find no one better. I hope you're happy, but don't be happier." you faded out the piano and pressed stop on the recording on your phone.

Writing down small notes about the song and things to tweak, your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"I'm not."

Your head snapped up. Tom was leaning against the doorframe behind you. Tears escaping his eyes.

"T-Tom. I'm sorry. Haz told me the house was empty and I just started playing and- Wait. What did you say?" realization dawned on you.

He stepped closer and sat beside you on the piano bench, "I'm not happier. Hell, I'm not even happy." he gave a pathetic attempt at a laugh, staring straight at the black and white keys.

Your mind was trying to catch up with everything happening, trying to register his words, the state he was in. Grey sweats, black tee. Messy hair and red eyes.

"Why?"

He released a heavy sigh, "There's so many things you could be asking 'why' about. Why did I break up with you? Why am I with Nadia? Why am I not happy? Why the hell am I crying? Which one is it, Y/L/N?"

You blinked a few times, "All of them."

He sniffled and rubbed his face, "I felt like I was holding you back." he started, catching a glimpse of your confused expression, he continued, "You hadn't released any music in over year. There were so many articles saying that I was the reason that the biggest pop star in the world was quitting music. I didn't want to be the reason for that."

"You weren't and you aren't." you assured him.

He shrugged, "I just felt like you would do a lot better without me. And you are. Look at you, your fifth album is coming out next month." he nudged you with his shoulder, "I'm proud of you," he smiled.

"T-thank you."

He nodded, "Anyways, why am I with Nadia? Um, a few days after we broke up, I went to a friend's place to distract myself, as one does. She was there. She was a distraction. I never meant for it to get this far. You know, she actually asked me to be her boyfriend." he chuckled dryly to himself as you listened intently. "I guess, I thought it'd be easier to move on if I had something else to pour my love into?"

You nodded slowly, "Okay, I somewhat get that. So you really do love her?"

He quickly shook his head, "No, no, I don't. I mean, I can't. No one can truly love two people at once. And I think that answers the question of why I'm not happy." he paused and faced you completely, "I'm crying because hearing that song and hearing how evident your pain in it is, that will make anyone cry. I'm crying because I miss you and I miss us. I-I miss what we had and what we were. I miss your kisses and your stupid jokes that only you laugh at. I miss going on walks with you and Tess. I just miss you."

There was a long period of silence after his confession. You were trying to process all the information he was giving. He was cursing himself for being so straightforward. The longer it went without a response from you, the more anxious he got. He grabbed your hands, holding them to his lips.

"Please say something. Anything."

Déjà vu.

You swallowed, "You want honesty?" he nodded, "Okay, I was so mad at you. I-I was infuriated. Y-you told me you weren't ready to give a hundred percent of yourself and that you couldn't be in a relationship until you could give all of yourself to that person. Then a month later, you're with her. Making me feel like you just couldn't give yourself to me." you paused and shook your head, "You could've told me the truth. You should've told me the truth. We could've talked about it. We could've avoided months of awkward run ins and no communication." he nodded, still holding your hands in his, "I'm not gonna lie and say I don't miss you because I do, I miss you more than anything, but we shouldn't be doing this or saying these things while you're with her." you removed your hands from his.

He spent a moment looking down at his fingers. Releasing short breaths. "I don't want to be with her."

"But you are. And I don't want you to break up with her for me. Because that's not how things work, Tom. But you shouldn't stay with her either. Especially if this is how you're feeling. That's just unfair to her." you shook your head and felt your mind clear.

He nodded and met your gaze, "This is the end of us, huh?"

You shook your head, "I don't think there will ever be an end to us." you laughed dryly.

He agreed with a smile, "For forever and a day, remember?"

You nodded, "For forever and a day."

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itsallyscorner · 3 years

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For Tom x

Pairing: Tom Holland x singer!reader

Summary: You have a surprise for Tom:)

Warnings: none, just pure teeth rotting Fluff:)

A/n: Hello my loves! This is literally a rewrite because I accidentally deleted the original version of this story on Tumblr RIGHT before I was gonna post it😭 Anyway here it is, I hope you all like it! Ally x

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look at my sunshine🥺

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Your giggles filled the hallway as you lead Tom into your makeshift studio. Since you were quarantining with him and his mates in their shared home in London, you were miles away from your crew and studio. Which, yes, made it difficult to record an entire album on your own—but it did give you the creative freedom to do whatever you pleased for the album.

The boys had their own creative outlets; for example putting together a puzzle or having a movie marathon. While you found those activities enjoyable, the inner singer in you couldn’t stop thinking of beats or coming up with lyrics in your head. You needed the studio—you needed to bring those beats and lyrics to life before you could forget them. So with the help of the houses’ tech lord himself, Harry made it possible for you to have your own little studio in the spare guest room of the house. There, you spent endless days writing and recording things like harmonies and building melodies. Little did you know that this would lead to the creation of your sixth album. Now a couple months later, your latest album is currently in its final stages and would soon be released to the world.

Tom adoringly watched your figure, which was drowned in one of his oversized jumpers, excitedly skip towards the guest room. As soon as you were both inside, you rushed to close the door and eagerly pushed him to sit on the edge of the bed.

“What have you been up to, lovey?” He teasingly asks you. He knew you were up to something, he just didn’t know if it were bad or good.

Your figure was bent over the desk where your laptop was located. Turning over your shoulder you tell him, “It’s nothing bad, I promise!” You’re met with an amused grin on his blush pink lips.

Gathering your laptop into your arms, you move to sit beside Tom on the bed. He curiously leans forward, trying to get a glance at what’s on your screen.

“Nuh uh, it’s a surprise, Thomas.” You playfully scold him and gently push his face away from your laptop. He responds with a pout against your palm before pressing a kiss onto your skin. You continue to click around on your laptop, looking through your documents for the specific file.

Meanwhile, Tom shuffles further up the bed, getting comfortable. He notices the new distance between you and him and decides that he’s unsatisfied with the additional inches. He choses to snake his arms around your waist and lifts you up, happily placing you on the empty and lonely space on his lap. Laying down on his back, he takes a moment to admire the way you look in his jumper. It was a few sizes bigger than you and stopped right above your knees. The jumper may have looked good on him, but it looked absolutely perfect on you.

“You look so cute in my jumper.” He hums, hands lazily rubbing up and down your thighs. Your nose scrunches up as you lightly slap his chest; your silent way of saying “shut up” whenever Tom would say something that made you blush.

You finally find the file you were looking for and place your laptop on your lap. You nervously glance at your screen, biting down on your lip out of habit.

“Ok, so I did something.” You started. Tom squints his eyes at you, “That sounds like the beginning of a really bad something.”

You huff, “I just told you it wasn’t anything bad! Do you want your surprise or not?”

Tom chuckles and grasps onto your thighs, “Yes—yes, sorry, keep going.”

“So you know how I’ve already finished my album?” You question him. Tom nods, staring up at you while you sit on his thighs.

“Well, I wrote a few more songs that were supposed to be on the album. But I don’t know, I felt a bit greedy and decided to keep them for myself.” You explain. Tom raises a brow at you, “Baby, you don’t have to feel guilty about keeping songs to yourself. If you don’t want to share them, you don’t have to.”

“No, it’s just that, they’re about you.” You pause, staring down at your fingers that fiddled together. “Like I wrote them specifically for you to listen to. I wanted to include them on the album, but it just didn’t feel right to share something that was meant only for you.”

You place your laptop on the bed and turn it so the screen is facing Tom.

“So...as a solution, I made you your own album.” You were too busy avoiding his stare, that you missed the twinkle in Tom’s coffee colored orbs. He carefully sits up, his arms around you getting tighter, as he pulls you closer into his chest. Tom ducks his head down to yours, nudging your nose with his to get you to look at him. When your eyes finally meet, the lopsided grin on his features grows wider.

“You made me my own album?”

“Yeah.” You shyly answer. Tom softly coos at you, cupping your face and pressing a chaste kiss onto both of your cheeks.

“You are the most precious thing in the world, sunshine, I swear.” He squishes your cheeks together and began to cover your face with butterfly like kisses. Sweet laughs erupt from you, the sounds making Tom’s heart swell.

You stuff your face in the space between his neck and shoulder, using it as a place to hide from his lips. Instead, Tom opts to lay his kisses along the side of your face, your neck, and your shoulder.

“Lemme kiss you!” He whines. You chuckle at him, finally moving away from his neck. His attention darts towards your lips more than once, prompting you to lean forward and connect them with his. Tom’s lips were soft against yours, like clouds or cushiony pillows. The kiss was short and sweet; though it didn’t prevent you from feeling the adoration and passion he felt for you in that moment. In fact, he felt it all the time, but right now, his love for you was coursing through his veins.

He finally pulls away, leaving the taste of him linger in your mouth. “Can I have a listen?” He motions his head towards your laptop beside him.

“Go ahead.” Tom’s arms unravel from your waist, the area they once occupied left cold and yearning for his warmth. He uses one of his elbows to hold himself up and the other to control the touchpad. His eyes scan the file.

For Tom x

someone like u

test drive

worst behavior

main thing

He glances at you, “I start with ‘someone like u’, right?” You reply with a quiet “mhm”.

Tom clicks on the link. The opening notes of ‘someone like u’ begin to play followed by your angelic voice. You hear him release a content sigh, making a small smile to form on your lips. His arms make their way around you again, this time holding you closer against him. He rests his head on your chest and sneakily presses a kiss onto your neck. You fondly run a hand through his curly hair and rest your chin on the top of his head, listening to the songs you’ve made for him.

The two of you listen through the album in one go with no stops. You found joy in Tom’s reactions towards every song. Sometimes he would make little comments or sounds of shock whenever he heard you hit a certain note. He nodded along to the beats of ‘test drive’ and ‘worst behavior’, dancing around in his seat and making you join him. This time, you didn’t miss the twinkle in his eyes when he listened closely to the lyrics. ‘Main thing’ got him the most, leaving him with a goofy-lovesick grin plastered onto his face.

When ‘main thing’ came to a close, the room became silent, leaving Tom enough time to process the four songs you wrote about him and the meanings behind them.

You were the first to speak, “So did you like it?” You scan his face looking for any signs of dislike.

Tom’s eyes widen, “Are you kidding me? That was bloody fantastic—that was the most amazing thing I’ve ever heard! I’m obsessed with it, oh my god!” He expressed, arms moving around as he spoke.

His face was radiating with happiness, “You are the most talented and loving woman in the world. And I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve you or your love—but I just love you so fucking much.”

“I love you so fucking much too, you dork.” You laugh, pecking his lips.

“No, but seriously, thank you so much. I know you’re used to writing songs, but the fact that you actually took the time to write songs about me means a lot. They’re just a bunch of songs, but they mean the world to me and I cherish each and every one of them.” He admits, taking one of your hands and placing it onto his heart. Your palm feels the faint rhythm of his heart beating against his chest.

You tilt your head at him, mirroring the smile on his face, “I’ll always write songs about you. You somehow manage to inspire them anyway.”

Tom smirks, “Well I am Tom Holland.” You snort and roll your eyes at his humble brag.

“You’re still a dork, Tommy.” You comment.

Tom shrugs, “I’m a special dork because I’m your dork. Therefore making me superior to the other existing dorks—there’s a difference, darling.”

“And where did you come up with this hypothesis, Mr. Holland?” You question him, playing along with his antics.

“It’s Tom’s Theory.” He answers with feign seriousness. You burst out laughing, “Oh is it?”

Tom leans down to your laptop and restarts his album. “Yes, and now Tom’s Theory, believes that we should listen to the album again until I learn all the lyrics to every single song.” He proclaims.

“Babe, you don’t have to—” Tom stops you, “I’m dead serious.”

It was going to be a long night.

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anabsolutetrainwreck · 3 years

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tongue-tied like we’ve never known || h. styles

warnings: dad!harry, swearing, not really proofread

word count: 2.3k

summary: two single parents try to start their lives again...

Mornings were always the worst for you. Trying to pry Tommy out of bed, and even yourself for that matter, was always an incredibly stressful task. But you’d learned to live with it and quickly come to accept it. After all, he was only young now. He’d be old soon enough and you knew you’d miss these youthful years.

You stood by the school gates, waiting for little Tommy to come bounding out of school to tell you all about his latest adventure. You always looked forward to hearing how his day went. As small children scrambled out of the doors after their teachers and straight into the arms of their parents, your eyes fell onto Tommy. He was with a boy you didn’t recognise. “Look, look! Meet my new friend,” Tommy grinned as he stood before you excitedly. “This is my mum.”

“Hello,” the little boy, dark-haired with perhaps the most striking green eyes, smiled. “I’m Oscar.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Oscar,” you smiled. “Are you new?”

The boy nodded, his cheeks flushed slightly. You couldn’t help but smile at the fact that Tommy had made a new friend. He’d been kind to the new kid and offered him a form of friendship.

You were tugged away from your thoughts as you heard a voice behind you. You quickly turned to see a man, a little taller than yourself. You figured this was Oscar’s father from the dark hair to the green eyes. “There you are,” he smiled warmly and it seemed to make your heart flutter, as if he was smiling at you.

“Daddy, this is my new friend, Tommy,” Oscar grinned excitedly.

For the first time, the man shifted his gaze from the two young boys to you. Your stomach lurched as you made eye contact with him. “You must be Tommy’s mum,” he said, extending his hand for you to shake. “I’m Harry.”

“Y/N,” you smiled, shaking it gently. You hadn’t felt like this since you first met Tommy’s dad. It was all of eight years ago now on a night out with your university friends, most of whom you didn’t even speak to nowadays. He had been kind then and polite and the sort of man you’d always envisioned yourself marrying. So, you ended up getting together and everything seemed great for the first year and a half. But then things began to decline and you both seemed to lose trust in one another and you felt as if you were putting all of your energy into this relationship. It was killing you. But then you fell pregnant with his baby and he broke up with you anyway. You went back home to live with your own parents for a while before you eventually found a proper job and moved into your own house.

Anyway, you found yourself walking down the street, Tommy and Oscar running ahead slightly, with Harry. You had Tommy’s light bag clasped between your hands, listening to Harry tell you about Oscar. “And yeah,” he concluded, “we moved down here a couple of weeks ago, just the two of us.”

“What about Oscar’s mother?” you couldn’t help but find yourself prying.

Harry seemed to tense slightly, before shrugging, “She was never really around much. Her parents thought she should have gotten an abortion but she didn’t want one and had the baby anyway. So, they kicked her out and she left Oscar with me and moved to Dublin with her friends.”

“That’s shitty,” you sighed. “At least you have Oscar, though, right?”

He nodded, smiling, “Exactly. What about Tommy’s dad then?”

“He was a dick. He broke up with me a couple of months after I told him I was pregnant,” you replied.

“Yeah,” Harry chuckled, “sounds like a dick. Does he see Tommy then?”

You shook your head, your eyes caught between Harry’s and your son's lively figure running up and down the path ahead of you with Oscar. “No. He’s tried to reach out a couple of times but I haven’t let him see him. I just feel like introducing him to his dad six years later could just, you know, fuck it up. Besides, if he didn’t want to be with me through all the shitty, difficult stuff, then I don’t think he’s allowed to enjoy all the joys of being a parent.”

“Well,” he smiled, “good on you.”

And that was how you met Harry Styles. Over the weeks that followed, you would walk Oscar and Tommy to and from school with him. Tommy would spend time round at Harry’s and Oscar would spend time round at yours. And it felt like every time you saw Harry, you felt simultaneously more comfortable around him but more and more nervous.

But you hadn’t dated anybody since Tommy was born. Having a young child seemed to be a deterrent for a lot of people. Or maybe had more to do with the fact that you didn’t have time for a relationship between work and raising Tommy. Sure, you’d been on plenty of dates and it wasn’t as if you weren’t ready to get back into the world of dating and relationships. If not for yourself, for Tommy. You wanted him to have some kind of parental figure that wasn’t you.

You found it difficult to focus on the book you were reading when all you could hear was the two boys laughing loudly upstairs. Oscar was round for dinner and Harry was due to pick him up any minute. And as a knock at the front door finally snapped you into a new state of consciousness, you got up to answer it. Harry stood happily on the other side, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. “Evening, Y/N,” he smiled.

“Evening, Harry,” you mocked. “Do come in.”

You opened the door wider, allowing the man to step into your home. You called down Oscar and Tommy, only to be met with groans. They appeared at the top of the stairs, their faces twisted into bitter scowls. “Why?” Tommy sighed. “Can he stay for a bit longer?”

You exchanged a glance with Harry, who shrugged. “Fifteen minutes,” you sighed. Really, all you wanted was to go to bed. They grinned and dashed back into Tommy’s small bedroom. You guided Harry into the kitchen, letting him sit himself down at the table. “Do you want a drink?” you asked.

“I’m okay, thanks,” he smiled.

You grinned, pouring yourself a glass of orange juice, “Suit yourself. So, how was your day?”

“Stressful,” he sighed. “Thanks for looking after Oscar.”

“Anytime,” you shrugged. “He’s delightful. Besides, you’ve looked after Tommy so many times, I kind of owed you.”

“Nonsense,” he laughed. “We’re not exchanging favours. We’re just… helping out a friend.”

You couldn’t help but let yourself deflate at ‘friend’. You had known all along that you were just two, young single parents that only knew each other through their six-year-old sons. But a tiny fragment of you hoped what was happening meant something more to Harry, like it did to you. There were instances of harmless flirting and subtle glances. “Right,” you nodded, forcing a soft smile. “Well, thanks for helping out a friend.”

His fingers drummed mindlessly on the table and your eyes wandered from their tips to the tattoos that peeked out of the cuff of his jacket. “Got any plans for tomorrow?” Harry asked and you almost cringed at the small talk.

But alas, you shrugged, “Not really. I have some work to catch up on, so an action packed day for me tomorrow. What about you?”

He shook his head, “I wish I had plans. Could go out for drinks or something, but I can’t because I have a needy six-year-old.”

“Treasure it while it’s still here,” you said.

“Believe me,” he grinned, “I am. God, I’m so scared for the day he just… stops needing me. You know, the day he just sort of realises that he no longer needs me to wash his clothes or walk him into town or buy him things. And it took me ages to get used to putting somebody before myself, I don’t think I could imagine living without him now. Like, one day he’ll go off to uni and get a job and only come home every other birthday or Christmas.”

You smiled gently. You were sure he’d never been so vulnerable with you before. “It’s weird to think that’s what we’re doing with our parents now. We fear the day our kids stop needing us, but our parents are living that day.”

He hummed in thought for a moment, “I should probably go see my mum soon. I haven’t seen her in months. And my sister.”

“You have a sister?”

He nodded, “Yeah. Gemma is her name. She’d love you.”

“I’m sure I’d love her if she’s anything like you,” you said.

You took a final gulp of your orange juice, your eyes beginning to feel heavy. You looked at the clock on the wall, noticing twenty minutes had passed since Harry arrived. “Right,” you smiled. “I’ll go get Oscar.”

And as you walked towards the kitchen door, Harry quickly said, “Wait!”

You turned back to look at him, your heart pounding heavily. All kinds of questions and hypotheticals raced through your mind as he paused for a moment. “Do you think you’ll ever meet somebody else, Y/N?” he asked.

“Meet somebody else?” you repeated, though you were sure you knew exactly what he meant.

“Yeah, you know… like somebody to replace Tommy’s dad. Somebody for you to settle down with and raise Tommy together. Do you think you’ll ever meet them?” he asked.

You were utterly confused as to what had prompted him to ask such a question. But you’d be lying if you said you couldn’t hear your heart in your temples or taste your blood in your mouth. “Maybe,” you shrugged. “Do you?”

“I hope so,” he said. “I’d like Oscar to have a mum.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I think that would be great for him. I’ll go get him.”

That night as you lay alone in your bed, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to share your bed with Harry. To feel his body beside yours on cold nights. To be woken up by his lips peppering your face in light kisses in the morning. To discuss all the trivial things when neither of you can sleep at night. Maybe he was trying to tell you something that evening…

Oscar had become ill over that following weekend. Nothing too serious, but something that warranted a day or two off school. So, after you picked Tommy up from school, you drove to Harry’s to check if they were both okay. Tommy sat at the end of Oscar’s bed, recounting everything the young boy had missed at school, while you busied yourself in Harry’s kitchen. You were heating up some of the soup you had made for the poor boy. “You’re really too kind. You didn’t have to do this,” Harry told you as he made you a cup of coffee.

You shrugged, “Well, Oscar’s like my second son at this point.”

He smiled, albeit his cheeks a little red, “I’m glad you think that. I’m pretty sure he thinks of you as a mum at this point too.”

Now it was your turn to turn red. Your face heated up at Harry’s passing comment. Did he really think of you as a mum? “That’s sweet,” you said. “About what you said the other night… about meeting somebody, my friend says she knows a guy she thinks I’d get along with. So, I think I’m really going to try dating.”

He stiffened slightly, “Oh yeah? That’s great, Y/N.”

He hugged you and you couldn’t help but feel so safe in his arms. The hug was perhaps a second or three too long, but neither of you pulled away. And, as your bodies were pressed together, it was almost as if you shared a brief but looming epiphany together. “But,” you began again, “why try dating a stranger when I already know somebody?”

“That’s a good point,” he whispered softly, finally pulling away to make eye contact. He explored your face and you felt his warm breath on your cheeks.

“I mean, this guy that I know, he’s sweet. Really sweet. He’s super funny and caring and so, so generous. And he has a kid himself, so he won’t be put off by the single parent thing.”

He understood what you were trying to tell him, “Sounds like an angel. Who is this fine man of whom you speak?”

You grinned, “I don’t know if I should say. He has tattoos and green eyes.”

“So he’s incredibly handsome as well as being an angel?”

“I suppose you could say that,” you chuckled. And, as if the sky were falling down, Harry wasted no time in pressing his lips to your own. He kissed you and you kissed him back. All of your prior dating worries just seemed to slip away as you buried your fingers in Harry’s soft hair. It was only when you heard a quiet ‘mum?’ from the doorway did you jolt apart. Tommy stood in the threshold of the kitchen and suddenly the microwave went off, notifying you that Oscar’s soup was ready. You and Harry turned back to each other, finally registering Tommy’s presence, “Shit.”

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farfromharry · 3 years

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Summary: You and Tom have nothing to do on his 25th birthday, so the two of you just stay in bed all day.

w/c 904

prompt - just a cute fic, where it’s the morning of tom’s birthday and you both wake up and you don’t have to go anywhere, so you just spend time doing nothing together

a/n - my entry for @hollandsrecs tom birthday event!!

Tom’s beauty was one thing that never failed to amaze you. You would take any given opportunity to be able to study the man, day or night, even maybe forever.

You were grateful that you’d forgotten to close the curtains hanging down over the window of your bedroom last night, as it now allowed the morning sun to stream in, hitting Tom’s face at the kind of angle that made him look ethereal.

You were glad he was a heavy sleeper, because you weren’t sure you would’ve been able to resist bringing your hands up to caress his face if he wasn’t. Your hand gently rested on the cheek that wasn’t smushed against his pillow, fingertips lightly trailing over the cluster of freckles that had peeked through his sun kissed cheeks, thanks to yesterday.

The majority of the previous day had consisted of a small get together in the garden of the large house, holding an early celebration for your boyfriend’s birthday with his family and friends.

Thankfully the weather had been nice, which meant you’d been in that gorgeous white summer dress Tom loved, and he’d barely kept on his shirt for long in the blistering heat. No matter how much he loved you, he still never listened when it came to putting on sunscreen, telling him over and over that he was going to burn if he wasn’t more careful, proved by the minimal amount of sunburn adorning his cheeks and shoulders.

It ended up being a late night, the pair of you unable to kick everyone out until the early hours of the morning. You both crashed in your bed well after midnight with no more than an I love you.

That leads you to now, your eyes running over the semi-permanent blush on Tom’s slightly tanned cheeks, thanks to the sun of course.

You craned your neck forward slightly, careful not to make too much noise as you ever so lightly pressed your lips onto Tom’s cheeks, then the tip of his nose.

You felt slightly guilty when you saw him stir, feeling bad for interrupting his sleep when he didn‘t get much of it. You could tell he was trying to drift back off by the way his eyes twitched slightly, but selfishly you weren’t prepared to wait any longer to show him some love.

“Tommy,” you murmured, fingers running through the side of his hair, gently scratching behind his ear.

“Hi, birthday boy,” you whispered. He hummed bashfully, tucking his head into your chest so you couldn’t see the blush blooming on his cheeks. However you could feel the heat from them resting against you, a smile creeping onto your face as you ran your fingers through his messy curls, untangling any knots.

“G’morning.” He placed a kiss on your chest, trailing a line of soft pecks up until your eyes met. He grinned shyly, softly brushing the tip of his nose over yours.

He leaned forward slightly, intending on sneaking a kiss from you while you were in this position, however you pulled away, making him whine.

“Why won’t you kiss me?”

You rolled your eyes, poking his cheek teasingly to try and get that sweet smile back. He pouted, trying again to kiss you but was once again denied.

“Morning breath,” you simply stated. He huffed, watching you giggle at his misfortune completely unimpressed. “But it’s my birthday.”

You shook your head, laughing as he rolled onto his back exasperated, letting out an over dramatic sigh.

“Such a baby.” You gave into his complaints, leaning over him to gently press your lips onto his. You disregarded his morning breath on this one occasion, receiving a contented hum from your boyfriend who now had an overjoyed smile spreading across his lips.

You pulled away after a few quick seconds of your lips molding together, Tom whining like a child as he tried to follow them again to reconnect. You shook your head with a chuckle, beginning to push yourself up so you could start getting ready for the morning, and to prepare breakfast in bed for your birthday boy.

“Where are you going?” he complained, a pout once again planted firmly on his lips. You rolled your eyes, stretching your arms above your head and avoiding his question as you would’ve preferred to keep the breakfast part a surprise. Tom took the opportunity seeing your shirt ride up just a little bit to tickle you, his fingertips poking lightly at your stomach until you were squealing for him to stop.

“Come back. Don’t leave.” You could hear shuffling behind you on the bed, refusing to turn back and look and be drawn back by those puppy dog eyes. You practically melted into him out of instinct when he wrapped his arms around your body from behind, taking you momentarily off guard.

His head tucked into your neck, placing feather light kisses on your skin. “Let’s just stay here all day,” he suggested. It was clear that it wasn’t up for debate and you didn’t really have much choice. “What the birthday boy wants, birthday boy gets.”

He grinned smugly, pulling you back down onto the soft sheets, practically on top of him. Your faces were nearly brushing as he grinned up at you, his hands trailing over the expanse of your back while you hovered over him. “And the birthday boy wants lots and lots of kisses.”

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