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pool party and frat!richkid tom with ”They’re hitting on you.” 
You got it babe! Sorry it took me so long, I just needed a little week off but I am back not and more and more fics are incoming. Hope you enjoy, let me know what you thought, love you xxx
First Mate
67 - “They’re hitting on you.”
Pairing: Frat!Tom x Reader
Warnings: Jealousy
Summary: Tom throws a party with special plans for you and him, unfortunately someone else also has their eye on you
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Summer of Love Prompts
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One of the first things you’d learned about Tom was that he really excelled with coming up with stupid party themes. It would have been a totally useless talent if he didn’t live in a frat, where stupid parties happened every other night. His latest idea was a nautical themed party which he called his ‘Get Nauti’ party, you found it all incredibly cheesy. Nevertheless you agreed to be the first mate of the party, even though you weren’t really sure what that meant. It was just that when Tom looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes you found it nearly impossible to say no.
“(y/n)!” Tom ran out front as soon as he saw your car arrive, he was wearing only a pair of short, teal swim trunks, and a captain’s hat. He looked good, really good, it was always a good day when you got to see Tom parade around shirtless, “There’s my first mate.”
You smiled back at him, “Hi Tom.”
“This is for you,” he placed another matching captain’s hat on your head and looked you up and down. You’d picked up a new bikini for the occasion, white with small blue flowers covering it. You’d felt great when you put it on at the store but his gaze made you nervous and squirmy, “You look great.”
“Thanks,” you adjusted the hat, making sure it was secure on your head, “So what are my duties as first mate?”
“There’s just one actually, you’ve got to help me win the flip cup tournament,” he smiled hopefully at you.
You groaned, “I’ve got to drive home tonight Tom, I can’t get wasted.”
‘You can stay with me,” he grabbed both of your hands, “Please? Haz and I need you, you’re the best flip cup player I know.”
You hummed, pretending to really weigh your options, “Fine, but only because you appealed to my ego.”
He grinned ear to ear, “Thank you darling, I owe you.”
“Yeah you do,” you agreed, “I’m gonna have to steal some clothes for bed though, I didn’t bring anything else.”
“Not even a sweater?” he clicked his tongue and tossed his arm over your shoulders as he walked you inside, “How irresponsible of you.”
“School years over Tom, I don’t have to be responsible again until the fall.”
“Really? Planning on having a totally wild summer love?”
“Yeah, totally,” you laughed, “And guess who has to babysit?”
“Well unfortunately I’m also planning on having a really wild summer so I guess Haz will have to babysit us both,” he waved to Harrison and some other boys as you stepped into the living room, “You got the tournament all set up Haz?”
Harrison nodded, “Yeah, everything’s good to go.”
“Wonderful,” Tom beamed, “Hope you’re both ready to win.”
“It’s about having fun Tom,” Harrison teased, “Let’s not get too competitive.”
“Only losers complain about things being too competitive,” Tom bit back, “You’re with me right darling?”
You nodded, “Always.”
“That’s my girl,” he smiled proudly.
The frat began to fill up quickly, everytime you glanced towards the door more and more people were piling inside. Soon the place was packed and the entire block was lined with cars. Music was pounding and every table, counter, and window sill was lined with beer cans and plastic cups. Tom kept you close to him like always, and Harrison ended up introducing you to some friends he’d invited from work. They were nice enough, but of course Tom was the only one holding your attention.
“Shit,” Tom glanced down at his phone, “Tournaments supposed to start in just a few, I’ve got to slip away for just a moment but I’ll be back alright?”
You nodded, “Yeah, no problem.”
You watched as he grabbed Harrison and they slipped away into the crowd, leaving you alone with Harrison’s friends. You stood awkwardly for a moment, your eyes darting down to the cup of water in your hand. That was when one of the boys, you were pretty sure his name was Hunter, decided to start talking to you.
“So are you and Tom, like, together?” he asked.
“Oh, uh, no,” you flushed, “We’re just friends.”
“Cool,” he nodded, “So you’re single then?” he raised a brow hopefully.
You were tempted to tell him no, because you weren’t interested in getting hit on by him in the least, but you ended up nodding, “Yeah.”
“Cool, me too,” he grinned at you, “I like your hat by the way.”
“Thanks, Tom got it for me,” you pursed your lips, “Hunter right?”
He nodded, “Yeah, and you’re (y/n).”
Hunter was cute enough, a muscular boy with short blond hair and a cocky smile, but he wasn’t nearly as cute as Tom, and you could already tell he wasn’t as charming either.
“That’s me,” you took a long drink of your water, “I should probably go meet up with the boys actually, we’re all on a team together.”
“Too bad, I totally would have had you on my team,” his eyes wandered up and down your body, “Hopefully we’ll end up playing each other.”
“Yeah, hopefully,” you agreed before spinning on your heels.
You scanned the party in search of Tom, Harrison, or any of your other friends. You spotted Harrison just outside of the back door and began pacing towards him. Outside people were gathering around a large folding table where the flip cup tournament would take place, and Tom was attempting to get the first two teams ready to play.
“I can’t believe he set up a whole tournament for this,” you mumbled, crossing your arms as you joined Harrison by the backdoor.
“I think he just did it because he wants to have bragging rights all summer,” Harrison chuckled and glanced down at you, “Couldn’t stay away huh?”
“Actually one of your friend’s started hitting on me,” you explained.
“I see,” he smirked, “Which one?”
“Hunter.”
“Ah, yeah you’re definitely his type,” he glanced back towards Tom, “But I guess he’s not really yours is he?”
You shook your head, “Definitely not.”
Harrison bit his cheek and smiled knowingly to himself, “He’s got us up next, you ready?”
“Come on Haz, you know I’m never the one dragging us down.”
“Tom hasn’t drank anything today, he should be good to go,” Harrison chuckled, waving to Tom as he blew a whistle for the two teams to start.
Harrison’s work friends came to join you both outside as the boys at the table began pounding back their beers. Hunter moved next to you, standing a way too close for someone who just met you.
“They’re not half bad,” he commented as the second players picked up their cups, “Not as good as though.”
“I wouldn’t plan on getting too far tonight,” Harrison smirked, “We’ve got a pretty unbeatable team lined up, right (y/n)?”
“Yeah,” you mumbled, too busy watching Tom to really pay attention to what they were talking about, “Totally.”
Tom was having fun playing referee, but his eyes kept darting back to you and Harrison. He watched as Harrison’s friends gathered around you two and Hunter leaned in towards you. He was way too close for Tom’s liking, so Tom ran back to your little group and cut between you two, setting a hand on your back as he spoke.
“Hope you two are ready, we’re about to be up,” he smiled at you and Harrison.
You grinned, “I think you should be asking yourself that Tommy.”
“Don’t worry about me darling, I’ll be just fine,” he assured you, “Hunter you should take notes, maybe you’ll actually be able to win a round.”
“A round? I’m planning on taking the whole thing,” he smiled cockily.
“Oh I’m sure you’ll give it your best try,” Tom ran the back of his fingers up your spine before his hand left you. One of the teams playing flipped their final cup and began yelling excitedly, Tom was quick to usher you away, “Come on, come on, let’s go.”
“Calm down Tom,” you laughed, “It’s been like five seconds since they won.”
“Yes well I’m very eager,” he pinched your side playfully as you approached the table, “Now get your game face on darling, they need to know how serious we are about this.”
Tom, Harrison, and you all lined up on one side of the table with you in the middle of the two boys.. Things were tense, you were up against one of Tom’s frat brothers and a set of twins from a local sorority. Each of you set your cup on the edge of the table and filled it with your drink of choice. The entire time you were setting up Tom was watching Hunter watch you, Hunter’s eyes hadn’t left you for even a second, and it was starting to get under Tom’s skin.
“Tom,” you nudged his side when you noticed him staring off at the crowd, “You good?”
Everyone was ready to go, just waiting for Tom to blow the whistle and start the game. His cheeks flushed with embarrassment and he cleared his throat before speaking.
“Yeah, sorry,” he blew the whistle around his neck and yelled, “Go!”
Harrison was up first, he downed his drink and managed to flip his cup in two tries, giving you a decent advantage. You matched his speed, downing your drink and flipping your cup on your second try. Tom was faster than chugging than both of you, but he always fell apart when it came to actually flipping the cup. You bit your lip nervously as he began, watching him flip the cup three times before he came close, finally he got it on his fifth try, just a second before the girl across from him landed hers.
“Yay!” you cheered, holding your hand up to high five both of the boys, “I’ve never seen you get it that fast Tom.”
“I’ve been practicing,” he winked and snatched both of your cups off the table and glanced over your shoulder. Hunter was still watching you, and the last thing he wanted was for you to walk back over there so he could hit on you, “You want to help me referee the next round?”
You shook your head, “That’s alright, you have your fun Tom, I’m happy to wait on the sidelines.”
“Ah, come on love, I’ll let you blow the whistle,” he tried to tempt you, dangling the whistle in front of your face.
“Ew, it’s got your mouth germs all over it,” you laughed and pushed it away.
“Oh what? So now you don’t like my mouth germs?” he grinned.
You rolled your eyes, “No, I’m gonna go wait with Haz alright?”
“Alright,” he pursed his lips, watching you return to the crowd with Harrison.
Hunter was on you in a second, congratulating you on your win and cracking shitty jokes. Tom was happy to see that none of his poor attempts to make you laugh seemed to be working, but he still didn’t like watching you two together. He had plans for how the night was going to go. You would win the tournament together and then Tom would kiss you, prompting a long and loving relationship between the two of you that would eventually develop into a marriage with three, maybe four kids, and a few dogs. Hunter didn’t have a place in Tom’s big life plans, and he certainly wasn’t about to make room for him either.
“You want another drink sweetheart?” Hunter peaked down at your empty cup, again standing too close to you.
You fought your urge to roll your eyes at the pet name and shook your head, “I’m good, I don’t want to get too drunk before the tournament ends.”
“Ah, strategizing,” he nodded, “Good plan, unfortunately I don’t have that kind of self control,” he raised his glass towards you.
“Is that something for you to brag about?” you chuckled.
“I think that was more of a confession than a brag,” he bit his cheek, “I don’t think anyone brags about a lack of self control.”
Tom watched as you started to laugh with Hunter, a real, genuine, heartfelt laugh. That was the last straw for him. He clenched his hands at his side and cleared his throat before he went stomping towards you.
“Hey, Hunter, you and your friends are up next alright?” Tom slapped a hand on his back much harder than he needed to, “You should probably start getting ready.”
“Uh, yeah, totally,” he agreed, “We’ll get up there.”
“Good call,” he waved to him as he walked away and stepped in to fill the spot at your side, “Harrison do you mind reffing this round?” he pulled the whistle from his neck and passed it over to Harrison.
“Sure,” Harrison took the whistle from him with a smirk.
You frowned, “Really? You seemed like you were having fun.”
“I was, but I’d rather hang out with you,” he shrugged, watching as Harrison started blowing the whistle and giving orders, “Having fun with the boys huh?”
You shrugged, “Sure, they’re fine.”
“They’re hitting on you,” he blurted out, his cheeks flushing pink as he waited for you to say something, you just seemed confused so he continued, “Well not all of them, but Hunter is.”
“I know, I’m not totally oblivious Tom,” you stated plainly, giving no indication as to whether you enjoyed the boys flirting or not.
“Well are you into it or..?” he pressed.
You locked eyes with him, he was smiling but he seemed annoyed. It almost seemed like jealousy, but it was hard to tell because you’d never seen Tom jealous before. If he was jealous though, it’d mean he felt the same way as you did. The thought made you feel giddy and hopeful, so you decided to play a little coy to see if you could confirm your suspicions.
“Do you two have beef or something?” you cocked your head innocently.
“What? No, of course not,” he rolled his eyes, making it extremely obvious that there was something more there, “Just, you know, might be a little awkward when he finds out you’re going to be sleeping in my bed tonight.”
You laughed, “Well I wasn’t planning on going home with him or anything, but if I was, I probably wouldn’t tell him that.”
“Well if you were planning on seeing him at all he probably wouldn’t like how close we are just in general,” Tom hummed.
You two both fell silent, but the look in his eyes made you feel like he was interrogating you. Your gut told you it was jealousy, but part of you thought that was just wishful thinking on your part, that you were just seeing what you wanted to see.
“Are you?” Tom questioned after you didn’t respond, lifting his brows while he waited for your response.
“Am I what?” you frowned.
“Planning on sleeping with him?” he continued.
“No, I just told you I wasn’t.”
“Good,” he nodded and crossed his arms and turned back to the game.
You knit your brows and dragged your eyes away from him. Hunter’s team blew the other out of the water, having all three cups flipped before they even finished their second. The three boys jumped and cheered and began high fiving one another before returning to the sidelines. As soon as Hunter approached you Tom’s arm slipped around your waist and drew you closer to him.
“Told you we were pretty good right?” Hunter grinned as he approached you.
“That was pretty good,” you nodded in agreement.
Tom wore a tight lipped smile, his eyes narrowed at the boy in front of him, “It was decent.”
Again it seemed like Tom was jealous, but you wanted to be sure that it was really jealousy and not just him being protective or something. So you decided to play it up, just a little bit, hoping he would do or say something that would confirm your suspicions.
“Hey Hunter, I think I’ll take you up on that drink now,” you smiled up at him and pulled Tom’s hand off of your waist.
Tom’s eyes widened just a tad while Hunter’s lit up excitedly, “Cool, let’s go grab a drink then.”
“Come on,” you nodded for him to follow you inside.
You tried to watch Tom watch you but it was hard to keep your eyes on him with Hunter hovering so close to you. You made sure to giggle extra hard at everything he said and set your hand on his arm while he walked you back outside. You spotted Tom right away, he was watching the door, obviously waiting for you to return. He tensed when he spotted your hand on his arm, his eyes narrowed to a glare as you two approached him. He reached out for you as soon as you were near him, setting his arm over your shoulders and drawing you in close.
“How’s your drink?” he hummed.
“Fine,” you swirled your cup and took a small sip, “Did you know Hunter’s on the water polo team?”
“Wow water polo? Really? How fascinating,” he stated plainly.
You were sure he was jealous now, he had to be, there was no other reason he’d be acting so rude to one of Harrison’s friends.
“Tom I need you to take over man,” Harrison came jogging to you, shoving the whistle back into Tom’s hands, “I need a bathroom break before we’re up again.”
Tom’s cheeks tinted pink and he nodded, “Come up with me darling, everyone likes having a pretty judge,” he pulled you away with him before you had a chance to answer, promptly ending your time with Hunter.
You were smiling as he dragged you back over to the table where the game was being plaid. On the table there was a small clipboard with a list of the different teams and rounds that were supposed to be played that night. Tom plucked it off the table as people began lining up for the next round. He started scribbling away on the board, blowing the whistle without even glancing upwards. You frowned and tried to peek at what he was doing.
“Why are you changing things now?” you questioned.
“Well I just thought you might like to play against Hunter’s team next round,” he smiled bitterly at you, “Since you two are just best pals now.”
You frowned, “Best pals? I just grabbed a drink with him.”
“And you said you weren’t planning on sleeping with him,” he scoffed.
“I’m not,” it was hard not for you to smile or laugh, “I’m planning on sleeping in your bed remember?”
He locked eyes with you for a moment, “Good, you can tell him when we play each other, we’re heading up next.”
“Next?” you raised a brow.
He nodded, “Yeah, I’m really eager to go again,” he set the clipboard down and turned his attention to the people playing, “Come on Josh! I know you can drink faster than that!”
You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms before you started to cheer for some of the boys with him. It wasn’t like you were trying to piss him off or something, just figure out if he was jealous or not. A wave of guilt hit you and you began to worry that you might have seriously upset him.
“Tom,” you grabbed his arm, “When Harrison gets back I need to talk to you for a second, privately.”
He hummed and shook his head, “No can do love, we’re playing next round.”
“Tom come on, just leave the roster how it is,” you attempted to take the clipboard from his hands but he wouldn’t budge, “People are gonna get mad if you start changing it now.”
“Too bad, my party, my rules,” he smiled smugly at you
“Throwing the party doesn’t give you an excuse to be a dick,” you bit back.
“Oh yeah, I’m being such an asshole,” he rolled his eyes, “I’m not the one who’s been flirting with some douche all night.”
“So?” you knew you should probably drop it there but you didn’t, you wanted to hear him say it out loud, “What’s wrong with a little harmless flirting?”
His eyes narrowed to a glare, “You already know what.”
“No I-”
“Great job guys!” Tom cut you off and clapped Josh on the back as his team one, “Amazing really. Okay next up it’s gonna be me, Haz, and (y/n), against Phil, Travis, and,” he cleared his throat, “Hunter.”
Harrison frowned at him from the sidelines, “Uh, I thought there were still a couple groups ahead of us.”
“Well you know, things change Haz, we’re up now,” he gave a tight lipped smile, “Come on boys, we don’t have all night.”
Everyone that was gathered to watch the game seemed confused, and your face flushed with embarrassment as you stepped up to the side of the table. You were in the middle of Tom and Harrison again, with Hunter standing right across from you. He winked at you as he topped off his cup.
“Hope you aren’t too crushed when we beat you sweetheart,” he purred.
“Shove off Hunter,” Tom scoffed, “Everybody ready?”
“No, everyone’s still filling their cups Tom, calm down,” Harrison looked him over and raised a brow in concern, “You alright mate?”
“Yes, I just want to win,” he huffed.
“Right…” Harrison glanced at you and then back to Tom, “You just seem a little tense.”
“I’m good,” he replied dryly.
“We’re all good over here,” Hunter spoke up again once his teammates had both topped off their cups, “So we’re ready whenever you guys are.”
“Great. Haz are you ready?”
Harrison nodded, “Sure.”
Tom blew the whistle without another word, and watched silently as Harrison chugged his glass. He drank faster than the boy across from him, but took three tries to flip his cup, so you were only a second ahead when you lifted the glass to your mouth. You chugged as fast as you could and managed to flip your cup on your first try. Tom was able to start far before their final teammate, and while he chugged fast, you could tell right away he was going to slip up when it came to actually flipping his cup. He always did when he got too competitive or drunk, he’d tense up and end up flipping the cup way too hard. Normally it was funny, but he seemed genuinely angry now, and you felt awful. You watched as he flipped his cup again and again, he wasn’t even close by the time the boy across from him finished chugging his glass, losing any advantage you had.
They ended up beating you, right away they started to cheer and tease. Harrison high fived them all but Tom didn’t. Normally he was a good sport, but tonight he had no interest. He just passed the whistle over to Josh and declared him the new referee before disappearing inside the house.
“Tommy…” you sighed as you watched him leave, debating whether you should go after him. Of course you wanted to, but you were worried he wouldn’t want you around if he was upset with you.
“You did great,” Hunter complimented, “Too bad Tom blew your lead, but good for me so…”
You rolled your eyes and shoved right past him to go find Tom. He was retreating up the stairs when you entered the house, undoubtedly heading for his bedroom. You followed after, pushing through the crowd as quickly as you could.
“Tom?” you rapped gently at his door, “Can I come in?”
For a second it was quiet, then he swung the door open, “Look I’m not feeling great (y/n), I’m just gonna call it a night okay?”
“Tom please don’t, you were super excited about this party, you shouldn’t miss it,” you tried tugging him out of his room, “Come on, I’ll go home if you don’t want to see me.”
He furrowed his brows, “I don’t want you to go home I-” he stopped himself mid sentence and cocked his head, “I’m not upset with you (y/n).”
You blushed again, “It’s okay if you are Tom.”
“I’m not, of course I’m not,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “Tonight’s just not going how I thought it would.”
“Well, do you want to talk about it?” you tried stepping closer, but he didn’t open the door for you.
He stared at you for a minute, his mouth hanging open before he finally nodded, “Yeah, kind of. I’m sorry I snapped at you back there, you’re a grown woman, you can flirt with whoever you want, I just…” he trailed off and sighed, “I just get protective.”
“Just protective?” you pushed, “It kind of seemed like maybe that wasn’t all you were feeling…”
He let out another deep sigh, his eyes darting away from you as he spoke, “I mean what do you want me to say here (y/n)? I think I made it kind of obvious.”
You were both quiet for a moment. He had nothing to be jealous about, and you wanted to tell him that, but actually spitting out was harder than you thought it would be.
“Maybe we could just sit down for a minute?” you suggested softly.
He nodded and opened his door the rest of the way so you could follow him inside. Sitting on his night stand he had two water bottles and a couple of snacks.
“I wanted to be ready in case we both got hammered,” he explained as he sat on the edge of his bed, “So I brought some stuff up here earlier.”
“That’s really sweet,” you smiled as you sat beside him, “Tom I’m really sorry.”
“I don’t want you to be sorry (y/n),” he groaned, “You’re my best friend, I just want you to be happy okay?”
“I know, but I shouldn’t have done that…” you bit your cheek, “I shouldn’t have flirted with him, I didn’t realize it would make you so upset. I was just trying to figure out if you were, you know, jealous.”
“I was very jealous,” he popped his knuckles nervously, “I had this whole plan for tonight. I wanted to have that stupid tournament so we could win and then I could kiss you and it’d be this whole big thing,” he chuckled, “It sounds sort of stupid when I say it out loud, I was just trying to be romantic.”
“That’s really cute Tom, I would have liked that a lot,” you fiddled with your hands nervously, “I hope you know that I’m not into him, like, at all. I was just trying to figure out if you were jealous or not so I would know if you felt the same way as I do.”
“(y/n) I am totally crazy about you,” he slipped a hand over yours.
“I’m crazy about you too,” you squeezed his hand and your eyes darted to his lips, you wanted to kiss him but you weren’t sure if you should, “So what now?”
His tongue darted out over his lips while he stared down at yours. Without another word he set his hand on your cheek and leaned in towards you. He pressed his lips to yours gingerly, they were soft and he was gentle. He tasted like cheap beer, something that would have disgusted you if he were anyone else, but you were so happy just to be kissing him you didn’t care.
Finally you separated, Tom hovered close though, keeping his lips just centimeters from yours, “I want you to be my girlfriend, you know, if that’s cool with you.”
“That depends,” you bit your lips, “Is there gonna be more kissing involved?”
He nodded and gave you another quick peck, “Loads.”
“Well in that case, I’m in,” you wrapped your arms around his neck to draw him even closer, “You wanna go be the annoying couple that makes out in the middle of the party?”
He hummed, “As fun as that sounds, I think I’d rather spend the rest of the night up here, just you and me.”
“That sounds nice. We could throw on a movie, snuggle a little,” you agreed, “I still wanna steal some of your clothes though, it gets chilly up here.”
“Sounds perfect,” he pecked your lips again with a smile, “I’ll grab you a sweater, but keep the hat on, I think it’s sexy.”
You laughed as he rose from the bed, “Alright, whatever floats your boat captain.”
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noellie-writes217 · 2 months
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Unemployed and Uneducated
Summary: Peter is desperate for a job after months of living on his own
Warnings: none really, just a few mentions of loneliness and a lost relative
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“Peter Parker?” A woman from the unemployment office calls into an overall dejected lobby. Peter looks up from holding his head in his hands as his knee bounces anxiously.
The same few thoughts flood his brain:
* I’m pathetic
* I can’t do this much longer
* I can’t do anything
* I need help
- Who the hell could I ask?
- I’m fucking alone!
- I couldn’t save May, who else can’t I save?
* I am so fucked in the head
- Lost everyone
1. First my parents
2. Ben
3. Tony
4. May
5. Everyone else, including my best friend, my doppelgängers, and of course, the love of my life
Man this shit is gonna give me a complex
* I am so depressed
- I should get medication
- I can’t afford medication
- That’s why I’m at a fucking unemployment agency
* And I’m back to being pathetic
“Here,” Peter pushes away all of those invasive thoughts for the next fifteen minutes in that woman’s office. She types his name into her computer and pushes her glasses up, as if that will change the astonishing lack of… anything.
Peter sits there, awkwardly, eyes darting around the room as if he has no clue about what she’s seeing— not seeing on that screen.
“I’m sorry,” she starts, “I think we’ll just have to “build your resume on print.” The red haired middle aged—Gina, Peter reads the name on the plaque on her desk— grabs a pen and some paper.
“So where did you graduate?”
“Oh, I uh… I had to, uh… dropout…?”
Gina nods and writes something down on the paper. She kinda reminds Peter of a glorified guidance counselor… but maybe a little meaner. “Look Peter, I’m not gonna lie to you, this isn’t looking good for you. Without a GED and a diploma shits gonna get real difficult. I seriously recommend you getting that GED. I can’t give you some entry level jobs to start until you get that degree.”
Now it’s Peter’s turn to nod.
“So tell me about what you like to do.”
‘Apparently, I like to self sabotage a lot.’ He filters himself so he doesn’t projectile word-vomit all over this stranger’s office.
“I wanted to be an engineer. I had my sights set on MIT before I had to drop out.”
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Trying to think of a time before a traumatic event is extremely difficult. A victim of rape can be triggered by something that once was innocent, like a lemonade stand; a son who used to be pushed by his father on the football field might not be able to play football ever again after they stop talking to their father; a victim of domestic violence might not be able to respond to sudden movements from their partners the same way. And for all of those people, looking back on their memories before the abuse might be difficult to do with a totally unbiased opinion.
Something’s you never forget, like the way Aunt May felt in Peter’s arms just before she died. Or the words she spoke in those final moments, the same words his uncle Ben said when he died.
‘Nothing will ever be the same.’
Peter can’t afford flowers for May’s grave, but he still visits her grave three times a week on average, no less than two in that span.
And that’s where he is right now. Sitting across from her grave stone with his journal between the hedge and him.
“So I’m still looking for a job, and I haven’t really had time to make friends, but it’ll get better soon…” as soon as he feels a tear fall down his right cheek, he sniffles, blinks. And uses his sleeve to wipe it all away.
“Good God, May. Why didn’t you tell me it’d be so hard to make it on my own?” He chuckled somberly, the same way anyone would when they were trying to hide their emotions.
“I don’t want to keep going.” He cries. “I don’t know if I can.”
“You can.” A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice says from behind him. “She’d want you to.”
It’s Happy.
Peter closes the journal and stands up as fast as possible for him.
“Sorry,” Happy starts, “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop.”
Peter hides his face and can’t even bring himself to self to glance at Happy even by accident, “No no, don’t worry about it. It’s fine. I should probably leave anyways.” He starts to step away but Happy takes hold of his jacket sleeve.
“Wait, let me take you to get something to eat,” He smiles, “please. My treat.
Tom takes a moment to consider the offer. The most surprising thing about his moment of hesitation is the fact that he thought about saying no.
“Why would you want to take a stranger out to eat?” He asks.
“I don’t know. You just remind me of someone that I can’t quite place.”
Peter smiles with a glint of hope in his eyes.
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“So,” Happy starts as Peter munches on his cheeseburger, “what’s a young kid like you doing visiting someone’s grave instead of going to school?”
Peter puts down the burger, “I had to drop out actually.” Happy leans back on the booth bench.
“It’s not drugs or anything,” Peter reassures the older man, “I just don’t have the money for anything and I need to earn money for rent.”
“So was May helping you with that before she died?” Happy asks.
Peter debates being forthcoming about his past, but decides against it because he doesn’t have the strength anymore. He lost that at the Statue of Liberty.
“Yeah. My parents died and she always managed to find someway to help me.” Peter smiled.
“I was her boyfriend,” Happy begins, “she never mentioned you. Peter, are you hiding something?” Peter gets a l little nervous.
“I went to the soup kitchen after school. She helped so many that she probably had no idea the effect she had on me.” He covers his ass.
Happy is still suspicious but doesn’t push. “Well, Peter, you seem like a good kid. I’m sure everything will work out eventually.”
“Thank you, Mr. Hogan.”
“So where’s the first place on your list?” He asks.
“What?”
“You said you’re looking for a job, tell me where you’re looking and I can give you a ride.”
“Stormy’s Autobody.”
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pollenallergie · 7 months
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whatever you do, don’t think about coming home to find your boyfriend, Tom Grant, fast asleep while cuddled up in bed with The Lads (the collective nickname he has for his english bulldog, Haz, and his orange tabby, Jago). don’t think about how he’d have a little, four-legged lad on each side of him, snuggled up against him, sleeping just as soundly as he would be. don’t think about how the only sound that could be heard in the room would be the slight creaking of old wooden floors as you approach the sleeping trio, tom’s very soft snoring, and Haz’s very not soft (incredibly loud) snoring (don’t judge him, he’s brachycephalic, it’s not his fault). please, i’m begging you, don’t think about any of it… and definitely don’t tell me what you’d do if you did come home one night to find exactly that…
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landothemuppet · 2 years
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BACK AT WRITING | thollandsdarling
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hello everyone, my sweet and kind mutuals and more. As you all could see those last months, i was kinda on MIA. I want you to know that i'm feeling very sad to not being able to post something. I struggle to finish my writing projects. As I have difficulty writing about my current wip, and I really want to write, I gave myself a little challenge. I suggest you to send me few things you want me to write, to get myself on trails again.
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RULES ꕤ Request starts on the 22nd of September and will end on 30th of September. ꕤ I write only for these characters : Tom Holland (all characters included, except: Nico from Cherry and the new one from TCR) Harry Holland, Sam Holland, Harrison Osterfield, Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson. ꕤ All writings will contain at least 500 words but will not exceed 1.5K or 2K. (remember that it is a challenge to get back to writing) ꕤ I am permitted to refuse to write an application if I feel that it is not respectful or if the application is too intense for me. ꕤ All smut requests must concern an adult character. Ex: Peter Parker will always be aged up.
I love you all ! Hope you will enjoy it. I missed you all. Send request and Enjoy ! - Mag
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jahayla-parker · 1 year
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Harrison Osterfield Navigation
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NAVIGATION TOOLS:
FLUFF: ~
ANGST: *
Virtual Pining: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU ~
Description: Social Media AU in which Harrison and Reader (Hailee Steinfield faceclaim) are friends who are mutually pining for one another and their friends can tell but they won’t admit it and just say it’s playful flirting. Until…
Warnings: minor cursing, mentions of alcohol/drinking.
Haters: Harrison x Reader SMAUs ~*
Description: Social Media AU in which Reader is Haz’s gf but haters make a few mean comments to her online and Haz and the boys jump to her defense.
Warnings: mentions of hate comments/bullying, lowered confidence, cursing, crying, the rest is fluff though!
Period Simulator Preference (Harrison is #4/Last) ~
Description: 817 wc, Harrison notices his girlfriend y/n has been struggling with her period and wants to understand what she is dealing with so he tries a period simulator.
Warnings: mentions of periods (and related subjects like cramps).
Mini Innuendos: Mini- Golf Dates with Harrison (blurb plus SMAU) ~
Description: 2.5k wc blurb/fic on mini-golf dates with Harrison with SMAUs (Social Media AUs) included
Warnings: just fluff and a few minor innuendos mentioned briefly.
TikTok Prank Preference: Stuck Tampon ~
Description: blurb preference based on the viral TikTok prank where the person pretend they have a tampon stuck and need their partner to help them to see how they react.
Warnings: mentions of period related items and topics, minimally suggestive words, otherwise fluff
Two Juggling Divs: A Harrison Osterfield x Reader ~
Description: Harrison attempts to cheer his girlfriend up by juggling
Warnings: none
Facing the Distance - A Harrison Osterfield SMAU ~
Description: Haz has to go film away from home, leaving his gf missing him and Haz missing her. So much fluff and tiny amount of spice
Warnings: some curses and some minor spice/suggestive content
Man Who Can Do Both: Harrison Osterfield x Reader SMAU *~
Description: Haz’s modeling can cause some haters who are insecure in their own masculinity to feel the need to make comments but his gf jumps in to stop it
Warnings: sexist comments, some bullying, a few curse words
Instant Support : Harrison Osterfield x Reader *~
Description: 8k wc, Despite being long-distance, Harrison and Y/N manage to still be there for each other when something happens; such as the loss of a family member. Hurt-Comfort
Warnings: mentions of death/funerals/cremations/and related topics, grief-related topics, sadness, longing, mentions of churches (for funeral/memorial service), maybe a couple curse words, very brief mention of anxiety medication, family drama/tensions
Happily Ever After: Harrison Osterfield x Reader
Description: Blurb/headcanon and small fic for Harrison Osterfield based on the Happily Ever After character series of fics coming, This covers topics such as the proposal, wedding planning, who is in the wedding party, etc. leading up to -and including- the wedding day!
Warnings: family, wedding, proposal, bachelor party briefly mentioned, related topics.
“You’re Supposed to Be Dead” : Prompt Preference
Description: "You're supposed to be dead", "Yeah, sorry about that" prompts for mult. characters; his is fluff
Warnings: violent video games, video game 'deaths'
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Requests 
Hey everyone!
now that I have lots of free time I thought I would start writing! But I’m a bit stuck i was thinking of writing a haz osterfield story with multiple parts but I have no ideas so I would love if you could help me with ideas on what the story should be about. Also feel free to request some one shots for Tom Holland of Harrison osterfield and I will try to do them but right now I want to fous on my has story when I get some ideas.
thanks so much can’t wait to see your ideas and get started
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alltoowelltom · 2 years
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hey i’ve got a request for tom holland x reader:)
so tom and reader have been secretly dating for a long time, only haz, tuwaine and harry know because tom lives with them and y/n has been coming around to see him. one night tom invited y/n to come round and stay the night, forgetting the rest of his family are visiting the next day and he introduces them for the first time? thank you!! <3
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snkjskjhsjskh this was so cute i had to write immediately <3 thank u for the request, hope you enjoy!
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It wasn't always supposed to be a secret, honestly. At first you and Tom just agreed to keep things quiet from friends and family to avoid so many opinions while you got to know each other.
Tom of course couldn't keep himself totally quiet and found himself spilling to the boys one quiet night in, too happy in his new relationship he felt he'd burst if he didn't tell someone.
You followed his lead, telling your best friends but making them swear to keep it quiet. And then, keeping it a secret became almost fun. There was something so exhilarating about sneaking around, staying at each other's places and spending nights feeling like there was no one else in the world.
Naturally Tom introduced you to his close friends so you could spend the night at their place, and you found yourself really growing close to them, div behavior and all.
So here you were, basking in the early morning sun in Tom's bed as he snored quietly next to you. Downstairs you could hear a faint clatter of the boys going about their morning, preparing breakfast and making their teas.
Snuggling closer to Tom, you press yourself into his back and snake an arm around his waist, pushing one of your knees between his gently. He hums quietly, his hand slowly moving to hold yours over his chest. You press tiny kisses into the back of his neck, pushing yourself up on one elbow to reach over to his cheek. He chuckles, turning over to face you and opens his eyes slowly.
"Morning," you whisper cheekily.
He brings his hand up to your face, tracing the edge of your features gently.
"Morning, m'love" he rasps.
You poke his side as his eyes flutter closed again.
"Tommy," you whisper. "Don't go back to sleep."
"M'not" he mutters, as he promptly goes back to sleep.
You drag your finger up over his bicep, trailing up his neck and tracing the wonky line of his nose broken too many times. He scrunches up his face, tongue poking out to lick your finger as it passes over his lips.
"Ew, Tom!" you shriek. "That's so gross!"
"Wha- you'll make out with me for hours and you'll put my- but that's gross?" he says disbelievingly. "You're mental, love."
You roll your eyes and he reaches out in apology, opening his eyes and pulling you into his chest.
"What are your plans for the day?" he asks, changing the topic smoothly.
You shrug, snuggling into his warmth.
"Not much. Thought I might go shopping later if the weather doesn't get too hot."
He nods.
"I assume I won't convince you into joining me and the lads for a round of golf?" he says teasingly as you shake your head playfully.
"I would rather chop off my own-" your playful jab at golf is cut off by the slam of the front door and a chorus of voices and stomping of feet in the foyer. Both you and Tom frown, trying to figure out who it is.
It's when Harry says loudly up the stairs "Mum! Dad! Paddy! and who's that getting out the car...oh Sam! Forgot you were coming this morning!" that you and Tom snap into action.
"Oh, bollocks!" Tom hisses. "I clean forgot my family was coming over this morning!" he jumps out of bed, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and hunting around for a T-shirt.
"Your- what?" you shriek. "Your family? I haven't met your family!"
"Is Tom awake yet? Is he here?" the faint voice of Nikki echoes down the hallway.
"Erm, I think you're about to meet them darling," Tom says worriedly.
"Here, put some pants on." he chucks a pair of pyjama shorts at you, followed quickly by an abandoned T-shirt of his.
You slip into the clothes hurriedly.
"Are you sure you can't just chuck me out the window or something?" you ask. "It's not too far a drop and I bounce back easily."
"Hmm," says Tom. "Hard pass. You'll be fine, really. They'll love you."
You sigh, rootling through your overnight bag to find a hairbrush.
"Are you sure it's not- it's not too soon?" you ask. Tom pauses, sitting down on the edge of his bed. He pats the spot next to him, gesturing for you to sit.
"It's very rushed, but I think it's a good time for you to meet them," he says seriously. "I've been thinking about introducing you anyway. My family is important to me and so are you. I think we're ready to take this next step?" he trails off, searching for a reaction from you.
Your heart swells at his words and you nod. "I think so too."
He holds out his hand for you to take.
"Ready?"
You nod.
"Ready."
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"Morning, darling." says Nikki as Tom enters the kitchen. She stands up to hug him, but stops short when she sees you hovering behind him, your hand still firmly grasped in his.
"Oh!" she says. "Hello."
"Hi." you say quietly, suddenly intimidated by Tom's whole family peering at you from their places around the kitchen.
"Mum, Dad, idiots," Tom starts. "I want you to meet Y/N."
"Hi, Y/N." says Paddy monotonously, not looking up from his phone.
"My girlfriend." Tom adds proudly.
You blush, enjoying the way he said that. You hadn't formally discussed a label for your relationship yet and it sounded really nice coming from his lips.
"Your girlfriend?" repeats Dom.
"Oh, hello darling!" gushes Nikki, sweeping you into a hug. "I'm Nikki, it's so nice to meet you!"
"Hi, Nikki," you say as you hug her back. "I'm so sorry, I usually don't wear my pajamas to meet new people, promise."
Nikki laughs, taking you by the arm and leading you over to the couch. You both sit down and she hands you a cup of tea.
"Right," she leans in like she means business. "Which embarrassing story from Tom's childhood do you want to hear first?"
All three of Tom's brothers follow you into the lounge, situating themselves on the furniture and the floor, always eager for an opportunity to roast their eldest brother.
Tom rolls his eyes, leaning over the back of the couch and putting his mouth right next to your ear.
"I think this is going well, girlfriend."
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tysm for reading! reblogs, comments and feedback is appreciated <3
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lnfours · 11 months
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Hi I was wondering if you could do a Tom Holland x reader one where we find out if Tom is one of an ass or boob kind of guy? Or maybe even a thigh kind of guy?
oooh shit here we go
send me ur thoughts
the boys were in the living room, watching the game as the girls hung out in the kitchen. everyone was over to watch the game at yours and tom’s place, which seemed to be the hangout spot.
neither of you minded, however. you loved hosting and tom loved having his friends over. it was a win win.
“okay, but the real question is,” haz started, “ass or boobs?”
as a series of responses came out of everyone’s mouth, tom stayed silent. smirking as he took a sip of his beer.
“wait, tom, what’s your answer?”
he shrugged, “neither.”
everyone groaned as tuwaine spoke up, “if you answer ‘personality’ right now, i swear.”
everyone laughed and tom shook his head, “nah, i mean, that’s important to everyone but, still not my answer.”
“well then, what is your answer?”
he smirked, “hear me out, lads,” he said, “thighs.”
everyone’s eyebrows rose and a couple of them nodded, “alright.”
“yeah, okay. i can get behind that.”
“what does y/n have good legs?” harry asked and tom chuckled.
“yeah, she does.”
“y’know, thick thighs save lives, right?” tuwaine said and everyone laughed. you had come into the room a few seconds after, sitting down next to tom as the boys chatted. he smiled over at you.
“get tired of the girls?” he asked and you rolled your eyes playfully at him, taking the beer out of his hands. he laughed a little louder, grabbing the beer back from you as you made a face, shaking your head while swallowing.
“now, we all know you don’t like beer? so what was the point of that?” he asked, chuckling.
his free hand fell to your thigh. thumb drawing circles against the smooth skin that was exposed due to your shorts.
“just making sure,” you said, still making a slight face, “tastes like-.”
“like piss,” he finished the sentence you always say whenever you have a sip of his beer, you laughed softly, “yep, there it is.”
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lolawassad · 2 years
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I read ur slytherin gang x reader, I’m so happy bcs I’ve been searched the stories about them like damn they’re so fine and hot 🥵. Can I request like harry started see reader prettier than the last time they dated so he started flirting with her but reader so oblivious, but her slytherin gang jealous bcs of that. They fucked her and giving a lot of hickeys but they forbids her to cover it. Basically jealous! Slytherin gang.
Part One Part Three
MINORS DNI, smut, angst, fluff.
Harry is also 6' btw!
Slytherin gang x reader harry potter x reader ( one sided )
3rd pov
Ever since you and mattheo had sex the slytherin gang has been kind of distance to you, whenever you walk up to them they walk away, whenever you talk to them they ignore you.
What you dont know is that harry had slipped them a potion making them too anxious to talk to you, it only stops when they can finally dare step to you, or when thry figure out what happened
Harry started to befriend you again to show draco he once again won, but he started noticing your how nice you look everytime he sees you, and he also noticed how nice your thighs would look wrapped around his head while he eats you out.
"Y/n hey!" Harry says while walking up to you and pulling you into a hug, feeling your chest pressed up against him making him hold in a growl "you look sad whats wrong?" He asks after pulling away and starts caressing your cheek
You look away but he turns your head back "y/n we are friends you can tell me" he says "its just.. I dont know what i did wrong.. They liked me and then... Sex happened and we cuddled afterwards and now they are ignoring me.. Was it my body?" you go to say but harry cuts you off
"Y/n you are the prettiest girl i have ever seen, dont say that. If they cant see that well thats their lose" he says while moving his hand to the back of your head, he pecks your forehead and starts leading you to the great hall
The slytherin gang are walking through the halls "i just dont get why we cant speak to her.. Everytime she does anything we freeze up and run the other way, what the fuck is wrong with us" mattheo rants "we like her so much, why cant we just" he cuts himself off seeing you walk away with potter
"Did she?" He asks his partners "fucking pottah man" draco spits out looking at his rival "we need to talk to her, she now is probably thinking we only used her for her amazing beautiful body"
Harry waves to hermione and ron sitting at the gryffindor table while leading you to the hufflepuff table, his hand wrapped around your plush waist
Your outfit consisting of an oversized shirt of mattheo's, that you got from him after the bath, some thigh high platform boots and some shorts that arent showing under the shirt
Harry sits down and pulls you to sit really close to him, his arm wrapped around your shoulder
"You know.. You would look so much better in my shirts" harry says while biting his lip "i could give you some after lunch" he offers
You smile "thanks but this one smells like mattheo" you tell him "i get that love but you need to move on, they dont want you otherwise they wouldve already spoken to you, also i smell nice too right?" He asks making you giggle "course you do haz"
When the slytherin gang walks into the great hall they see you almost sitting on harry's lap, its then pansy notices something "she keeps pulling the collar of the shirt she has on to her nose" she says "weird"
Tom smirks "thats mattheo's shirt, the one he gave her after he fucked her, he sprayed his colonge all over it as to 'scent' her as ours. Which means she isnt potter's shes still ours, i say we join them" he says before walking over, the others quickly follow
They sit down around you, making you look shocked, harry glares at them and goes to pull you closer but is stopped by lorenzo who pulls you out of his grip and onto his lap
"Thank you for looking after our girl while we had to get some 'feelings' straight, pottah" draco spits out while holding onto blaise's hand so they both dont punch him for even thinking about their girl, and slipping them potions
Pansy looks at you "we are so sorry, our little hufflepuff, we just froze up everytime we saw your pretty little face and ran, like cowards"
Harry scoffs "you fucking broke her heart, she was so upset, but i was there for her" he says "didnt you cheat on her with a girl whose boyfriend just died?" Theo asks him "yeah well atleast i didnt fuck her and then ignore her for weeks, she gave herself to you guys and you just left her" harry says making mattheo look at you
"You didnt tell me you where a virgin, you said you did it before" mattheo says his voice breaking mid sentance, you squirm around on lorenzo's lap but he stops you from moving
"I.. I have a toy" you whisper out softly "baby, you didnt tell me i was taking your virginity, why didnt you tell me?" He asks "i wouldve gone softer" he says while grabbing ahold of your face "oh my merlin.. And then i just didnt talk to you, im a fucking scumbag"
You push his hands off of your face and push lorenzo's arms away before running to your dorm
"See now you guys have done it" harry spits out "but dont worry, ill go comfort her, by using her thighs as ear muffs" harry smirks and walks out of the great hall
Pansy jumps up and starts running after harry "BEAT HIS ASS PANS" theo yells while blaise yells "PANSY NO"
In your dorm
You take off everything and then when your naked you put on mattheo's shirt again and jump into your bed, thats still connected to the other one, and burry your head in a pillow
The door opens and then closes "hey angel" tom says softly while walking up to you, he can see your cunt and holds in a growl
"You want some cuddles? He asks when you dont reply "yes please" you say, voice muffled by the pillow
Tom lays down next to you and pulls you on top of him "may i lay my hands on your ass?" He asks with a smirk making you nod your head, his hands slide up your thigh before he rests them on your ass, squeezing firmly
"Did you cuddle like this with potter?" He asks making you shake your head "did he.. Try anything?" He asks again making you shake your head
You nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck making him coo in his head, he can feel your cunt on him through his blouse "did you touch yourself?" Tom curiousy asks, you again shake your head "good girl" he coos softly
"Even after we couldnt talk to you you still where a good girl for us, may i reward you?" You quickly nod your head, he smiles at you before pulling you onto his thigh
His hands move to your hips and he starts moving them making you mewl
The door opens and then quickly closes "now thats a sight i could get used to" lorenzo says with a smirk before walking up to you, his lips going to your throat and sucking love bites on it
"you being good for daddy?" lorenzo asks with a smirk, you only mewl in reply "shes being so good for daddy, hasnt touched herself in a week, she knows who she belongs to" tom says before pulling you into a kiss before connecting his lips to lorenzo's
Tom's hands still making your hips move "wait daddy gon' cum" you say, lorenzo's hand move down to your clit and he starts rubbing circles in it "cum for us" he says, lips still connected to tom's
Your legs start shaking and your head falls forward into the crook of tom's neck both boys smirk against each others lips, you start cumming all over tom's pants while hes still moving you.
Both their movements dont stop " 's too much daddy, sir, too much" you sputter out making them pull away from each other and coo
They stop their movements and lorenzo lifts you up before pulling you down between his spread legs, both your bodies facing the muggle television "you wanna watch a movie little hufflepuff?" lorenzo asks as tom walks into your bathroom
You nod and lorenzo opens netflix before putting on spiderman , tom comes back with clean pants and a wet hand towel, he sits down in front of you and softly cleans your cunt up making you shake in lorenzos grip, whose hands are quickly on your hips to stop you from moving
"sorry angel gotta clean you up"
When hes done he throws the towel across the room, he goes to lay between your legs his head near your throat before he also dives in to mark you "ours" he growls out "i will hex potter if i see him even looking at you" he mutters
When he is satisfied with the amount of hickeys he pulls away and goes to sit behind lorenzo, his arms around you both
The door opens again and the rest walks in, pansy looking like she just won the lottery, she is beaming and jumps on the bed "OH THE BAD GUY IS SO HOT" she yells out making you hum in agreement
Mattheo grabs the remote and pauses the show "ec fucking xuse me?" he asks while looking at his girls "nothing" you squeek out
He smirks before turning the movie back on and also joining you guys on the bed
Theo and blaise also join you guys but draco walks up to you and lays down in front of you, his head going between your thighs, lorenzo his hands go back your hips holding you still and he licks a stripe up your cunt "you will never even look at pottah again, understood" he demands making you nod
He moves his hand up to your hole and inserts two fingers, he starts curling them up to your g-spot making you gasp out "no no still sensitive" you yelp out
Draco shakes his had at you "uh uh, you can take it" he says, his head now resting on your thigh as he continues to move his fingers inside you
"gon' cum again please let me" you mewl out making draco smirk and bite your thigh "go ahead" he says making your legs shake again and you spasm around his fingers
"such a good girl" blaise coos out while stroking theo's hair
Tom nods to the desk "the rag should still be wet, you should clean her up" he says making draco kiss your clit and get up
After he cleans you up he pulls pansy and mattheo into his arms pecking both their necks
"im gonna go put on some panties so you guys dont dive in again" you say before getting up only to fall "never mind im just gonna sit here for a bit" you call out
Pansy jumps up and runs to your drawers, she pulls them open until she finds the one with panties and pulls out some cute pink ones "aw these are so cute baby" she coos before skipping over to you
She puts them on you before kissing your inner thigh and pulling you back on the bed, and into her arms
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spideyssunshine · 3 months
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please send me requests!!
i write for:
tom holland
mcu peter parker
harrison osterfield
harry holland
sam holland
lots of love, chris 💝
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Wipeout
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Status: Completed
Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: Hooking up with Tom seemed like a great idea, he was a pretty boy, a carefree surfer, one of your best friends. You knew he’d never want anything more than sex and that was perfect for you. It was the perfect arrangement, until it wasn’t. Now you two are struggling to save your friendship while you navigate your new and confusing emotions. 
Warnings: Smut, angst
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Regular Masterlist
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Chapter 1 - Surge
Chapter 2 - Smooth Water 
Chapter 3 - Undertow
Chapter 4 - Whitewater
Chapter 5 - Getting Barreled
Chapter 6 - Clean Waves
Chapter 7 - Lull
Chapter 8 - Rogue Wave
Chapter 9 - The Drawdown
Chapter 10 - Tsunami 
Chapter 11 - No Blood Left in the Water
Epilogue - The Crest
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tomholland1996simp · 1 year
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could you make a blurb of Tom holland x reader when they have a daughter and she hears someone call him ‘Tom’ so she copies
Never done a blurb before so hope you all enjoy this!
‘Tom’ || Tom Holland
Toms friends were over today, he invited them to come and chill by the pool on the hot day. Music played in the background as you all sat around and in the pool, talking and having laughs. Yours and Toms daughter, Darcy, was swimming with the help of her uncles, Harry and Sam.
She had her arm bands on, helping her to stay afloat. The young Holland was only 2 years old, she could just about talk. You decided to dip your feet into the pool, the cool water hitting your legs. You watch your beautiful daughter splash and laugh as the boys messed around in the pool.
Harrison then ran and jumped into the pool, making a big splash of water go all over you and Darcy. “Harrison!” You squeal as all the water flew into your drink. He came up from being under the water and just smirked laughing at the splashes of water on your body.
“uwcle Hawrrison, you splash” Darcy wines rubbing her eyes as the water had splashed all over her. “Sorry little one” He chuckled at the cute girl pulling her close to him, so she’s resting on his hip. He moved her hair from her face, placing a kiss on her forehead.
“Yo Tom! Jump in!” Harrison called his best friend, who sat down next to you placing a small kiss on your lips.
Tom wrapped his arm around your shoulder, ���In a little while” Tom took a sip from his beer using his free hand.
“Come on Tom, you haven’t even gotten in for ages” Harrison said splashing him to try get him to come inside the pool. Darcy copying his actions and splashing you both, giggling when Tom kicked the water up at the pair.
Darcy was then next to speak, “Tom come play” She made grabby hands wanting her father to come in the pool with her. Everyone was silent for a minute realising that she had called him ‘Tom’ and not ‘daddy’ like she usually did or ‘dada’.
Harrison chuckled a little as he saw Toms face. “What did you call me?” He chuckled a little as the girl wiggled out of Harrison’s hold to swim to her mum and dad.
“Tom” She smiled.
“No, no. Baby, it’s daddy. Not Tom” He said as everyone started to laugh even you.
“Come, pwease Tom” she held onto his legs trying to pull him in. Then she turned to you, “Mummy I want him in” she said. Everyone knew Darcy was a daddy’s little girl.
“So you can call her mummy not y/n and you call me Tom?” Tom placed his beer down with a pout.
“Go on Tom, play with her” You smirk teasing him a little. “Yeah Tom” Harry smirked as well.
Tom slowly pulled himself into the pool, bring his daughter close to him. “Yay! Can we plwy now” She asked him, Tom still not liking her saying his name.
“First you have to say my name, my name you usually call me” He held onto her close.
“Tom” She smiled making him pout even more and a whine left his mouth.
“Noo. Darcy, love. It’s daddy, not Tom. Just daddy or dada, anything else but Tom” He pleaded waiting for her to say his usual name. That’s when Harrison whispered something into her ear, making her giggle.
“Thomas?” She questioned with a giggle.
Everyone started to laugh at the little girl and her father. Tom however pouted. “Harrison!” He whined.
The little girl tried to swim to her uncle Haz, Tom held onto her tickling her sides making the girl giggle. He loved her laugh. “Stop. T-thomas” She screamed as he continued.
“Stop calling me that and i’ll stop. Call me ‘daddy’ or ‘dad’ anything” He kept ticking her sides and stoped a little waiting for her to say a name.
“Daddy, stop” She smiled and he smiled back liking this name better, his actual name. He let go of the girl as she tried to swim over to Harrison. He held onto her arm pulling her closer.
“Tom” She began to giggle again, Tom swimming over to them. Harrison held onto the girl swimming away from Tom, laughs fell out of all there mouths.
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petersasteria · 10 months
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Hey, everyone! I'm planning to do themed one shots for the whole month of June. The theme is "quotes from RuPaul's Drag Race".
Tagging my very few mutuals to let them know im alive: @fanficparker @justasmisunderstoodasloki @tommysparker
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pollenallergie · 7 months
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you wanna know why older!Tom’s arms are so beefy… it’s not because he works in construction now. no, it’s because he has to carry Haz, his 25 kg English Bulldog, home on his daily walks, every single time, without fail, because that absolute chonker was not made to traverse long (or even moderate) distances.
if you’re wondering “why doesn’t he just take Haz on shorter walks?” well, that’s because, if he did take Haz on shorter walks, then Haz wouldn’t have to be carried home every single day and, unfortunately for Tom, Haz actually quite likes being carried home every single day. if Haz is not carried home one day, he will be a total asshole to Tom for the rest of the day (i’m talking peeing on Tom’s shoes, i’m talking sitting in the middle of the room and howling as loud as he possibly can until he absolutely cannot howl anymore, i’m talking stomping his feet like an actual human toddler, i’m talking stealing Tom’s laundry and hiding it… it’s just a full on meltdown). it is either carry the chonker home every morning after their walk or deal with the chonker’s wrath until said chonker forgets about his owner’s betrayal… and, man, can Haz hold a grudge.
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takenbyheartstrings · 2 years
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YOUR GIRL.
summary: When Haz proposes a deal to Tom; one he can't refuse. To sleep with a girl to benefit his family, his brother. Except for the fact that you don't trust people. You'd never trust anyone the same, until him. and then it all comes crashing down.
pairing: tom holland x fem!reader (university au!)
warnings: SMUT!! fluff, ANGST, mentions of cheating, manipulation.
word count: 11k (2k is smut!!)
authors note: finally got this out!! tysm for your patience! had to repost cause tumblrs tags are messed 😭😭
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Your life would’ve been better if Tom Holland hadn’t been in it.
That was the honest truth… but he was, and there was nothing you could do about that. He had infiltrated your life like a fucking parasite. It wasn’t even by his own mind; it was by someone else’s. How fucking stupid could you be? Thinking that someone like Tom could actually fucking love you.
How pathetic.
Eight months ago, your stomach churned as Jean rummaged through your clothes. She’s throwing things around, making your room look like a mess. You want to roll your eyes and scold her, but you have to go against your own thoughts. You promised her you would go to this stupid game.
Soccer.
One of the world’s most uninteresting sports… to you at least. You were never a big sport fan. Never big on the games. Never big on the spirit. Your wardrobe consisted of different articles of clothing. Some that would make you look like a presumed emo, and some that would make you look like a clown – take your pick.
You never liked school spirit, never had any sort of desire to do anything but sit in your room and watch your favourite movies, cry over sad songs, and eat ice-cream. Just like a girl in a rom com, except, you weren’t giddy or made of sunshine… you’d been through too much to be the way you used to be.
You also made a vow to yourself to never date a guy until you get out of school. Your last relationship ended badly. Ended with you beginning to not like other people, ended with you only wearing black and going into a deep dark phase in your life where you wouldn’t leave your room for weeks at a time. It was horrible. Relationships are horrible.
The way you can out your trust and love into one person, connect on a deeper level than you can with anyone else. Who’s ‘I love you’s hold more meaning than anything in this world. Hold more weight. You hold a deeper connection with them through sex and secrets and being together all the time. You want to be with them constantly. Feel the love that they give you because your friends and family just aren’t enough anymore. The connection you hold with another human being is so, so, so important.
…and one minute later they can turn their back on you and stab it. Break any connection the two of you had. Break all the trust and meaning that a relationship should hold. Break everything. Turn your whole world upside down because you think you know someone and then you don’t. You just simply don’t. Because your relationship had been a lie. Because the whole time as he whispered ‘I love you’ in your ear. Had his fucking cock inside of you. Held you close after you came and cleaned you up. It was tender and honest.
…and all a fucking lie.
He was sleeping with other girls the whole entire time.
You tried to forget it, but clearly nothing worked because that’s what that four-year relationship did to you. After you walked in on him with someone else. After you saw his dick inside her fucking vagina… God, now, you could only laugh at it.
You had gotten better. You started getting out more. Started living life. Jean was a massive part of that. Helping you come out of your shell. Your first year of Uni was a bust because of some fucking cockhead, but it’s been four years and you’re almost done your studies. Ready to get the absolute fuck out of here.
But you promised her. You promised Jean you would go to the game.
You kept your promises… unlike, some people.
“Jean, can’t I just wear what I’m already wearing?” You question your best friend.
She runs a hand through her ginger locks, “No offense, but you look homeless.”
Your mouth is agape, “Take that back!”
“Sorry… Sorry… It’s just Haz is really sweet and I, I dunno…” She trails off again, “Fine, we can leave then.”
You sigh, reluctantly picking up a skirt and stockings, a tank top to follow and you grab a cardigan, and yes, it’s all black, but it’s better than going naked or embarrassing your best friend, even though it’s kinda shitty that she’d assume you’d embarrass her because you’re wearing sweats and a big t-shirt with Biggie on it. But hey, she’s under stress, she’s got a boy to impress.
You quickly change, sliding on a few rings and a necklace, putting on some makeup and walking out of the bathroom and put on your favourite pair of shoes, “Better?”
She smiles softly, “It’s perfect, thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
*
Tom’s breath hitches against the air as the team warms up quickly before the game. He was a little tired, but he knew once the other team came onto the field, he’d feel a little bit better about himself, and he’d also get that familiar rush of adrenaline.
But for now, it was just push ups and laps.
Tom was known to sleep around. He was indeed a man whore. Not that it was a bad thing. Just a lot of girls knew. He was usually respectable. He was usually nice about it. It was more like the girls were assholes to him.
He always kind of dreamed about a life like a rom com. Finding the one. Finding the perfect girl. Tom believed in soulmates. Even though it sounds fuckin’ stupid… How is he going to find her when he’s sleeping around with girls?
That’s the thing.
They always start out as dates.
Tom has probably been on one hundred and forty-seven thousand dates in the past year… maybe that’s exaggerating a little, but that’s what it felt like.
They didn’t pay attention to him, only his body, what he had on display. He was a star soccer player, he had to be. It was a part of his scholarship, but it’s not like that fuckin’ helped. People saw this version of Tom that wasn’t Tom at all.
He was constantly hoping for someone to love and someone to treat right. He needed love. Tom always felt this disconnect from these girls he was sleeping with, sure, it he was connected with them… but he didn’t have connection. It was all Tom could ever want.
Tom’s heart pounded as he thought about what it would be like to have someone cheering him on in the stands. Walking to class with him. Holding his hand. Kissing his forehead or his lips. Lulling him to sleep as they talk for the rest of the night. Memorising his coffee order. Clinging onto his torso in their sleep, his arm around her, pulling her close. Never letting her go. Watching movies together on the couch. Texting. Calling. Facetiming. Going fucking grocery shopping for god sakes. He just wanted someone to love.
… Someone to love him.
He shook his head as he try to continue practicing. But he couldn’t get the thought of someone loving him out of his head. What’s new? He never really could. Late nights were spent living in a fantasy.
The Proposal? He’d thought about that actually happening to him. Ten Things I Hate About You? He’d probably die. How To Lose a Guy in Ten Days? He would die. If he could sing, he’d probably think of La La Land, despite it not being a romantic comedy, something more of a romantic tragedy of right person, wrong time. He cried himself to sleep that night.
That was the thing, Tom was living in an absolute fucking fantasy. A fantasy he couldn’t escape.
He sighed standing up as Haz met his eyes, walking over, talking off his gloves, “Mate,” Harrison starts, “My girl, Jean is bringing someone today. Real closed off, never talks to anyone… y/n? I think her name is?”
Tom’s head goes off like a little lightbulb, you were in his film studies class, “Right, yeah, no, yeah, I know who she is. Always sits in the back of the room.”
Haz nods, “I’ve got an idea.”
Tom knew exactly where he was going with this, “Mate, I’m not gonna sleep with her.” He was sick of it.
“Why not?” He asks his friend.
“Because she’s a human being. I’m sure she’s nice and all, but she’s not really my type either. She’s like this goth chick.” He feels bad about what he’s saying, had you heard it, you’d probably be a tad bit upset. But it was true. That’s what you made yourself out to be. That’s how you felt.
Harrison rolls his eyes, “…and? You never know she might be a fucking freak in the sheets.”
“Don’t talk about her like that, man, she’s your girls friend.” Tom sighs, spraying some water into his mouth, trying to catch his breath quickly.
Haz only shrugs, “Look, mate, I heard she hasn’t even gone out in a year. Make it worth her while. I dunno, what? I’ll give you money.”
“Mate!” Tom’s face churns, “You should not be trying to make me a prostitute?”
Tom goes to walk into the locker room to put his stuff away and get somewhat prepared for the game, as he walks, Harrison calls out to him, “What if I helped you help your brother?”
Tom’s brother, Harry, hadn’t gotten into Uni. Accepted in, but denied scholarships. Tom’s family wasn’t the wealthiest, but Haz’s family was. You were just another girl, right? Another girl he could only sleep with to help his brother get into school. This was like the trolley problem. Use somebody to help your sibling get into school, or let your sibling suffer and leave the girl alone… It’s not like you would find out… right? He’d just have to sleep with you. That was easy, he did it all the time.
Tom turned around carefully, “Mate, that’s… that’s too much.”
Haz shakes his head, “Would barely make a dent.”
Tom sighs, “Why are you doin’ this, mate?”
Haz lets out a small laugh, “It’s just a bit of fun, don’t worry,”
Tom didn’t know why Harrison was actually doing this. Why did he need some sort of ulterior motive to help him out with his brother? It sounded stupid. It was stupid. But Tom shook his head. You were cute, you were pretty. He’d never talked to you before, so he could assume that you were nice.
Tom was silent for a short moment, his stomach spinning in circles, he honestly felt like he could feel sick, but the words slipped out of his mouth anyway, “Fine… I’ll do it.”
Harrison smirks, “Great, now, I’ll only do this for you if you have sex with her. S…e…x.” He spells out and Tom nods understanding, “Intercourse. Coitus-”
“I’ve got it Haz, let’s just focus on the game, yeah?” Tom feels disappointed in himself, he could pull out of the deal. But he thinks about his brother. He thinks about what he was doing for his brother.
*
You and Jean are walking to the game, your shoes hitting the floor, you’re slightly cold and your cardigan is there to protect you. From a distance you can see the football field. You grew up around all of it. Yet, somehow, it just never slithered its way into your life. Your dad would always scream at the TV with your other dad, and it would always make you smile. That they were so happy together. They were the only two people who gave you some slither of hope for love.
You were getting closer and closer to the field before you stopped in your tracks, “Maybe I should go back, I know I promised, but I’m starting to rethink this.”
“C’mon, y/n!” Jean grumbles, “You might meet someone here! Haz has got friends. Cute friends.”
Your jaw drops a little, “So that’s what this was about? Getting me out to meet someone?”
She shakes her head but also nods, “I mean, kind of? But I also wanted you to meet Haz! You’re my best friend.”
“Doesn’t excuse your fucking behaviour. Love is bullshit.” You crossed your arms over your chest, pulling your cardigan closer to your body.
“Your dads wouldn’t say that, now, would they?” She questions you.
You roll your eyes, “Whatever, I’m gonna sit there and watch the game, I’m not talking to anyone but you and Haz.”
She huffs, “Fine,”
The walk down gives you more anger in your step and it’s thick. What kind of friend was she to do that to you? It wasn’t fair that she was pulling you here without your knowledge that you’d be meeting someone. You knew you’d just get fucking broken again. You hadn’t been on a date in years. There was a reason for that. Seems like she just forgot everything you told her about your Ex. It was frustrating. It frustrated you.
You finally got to the field and Jean pulled you by the gate where she met who you could assume Harrison’s lips with a chaste kiss. Your arms were still crossed over your chest as she pulled away and flashed you a quick smile. Your deep red lip curled into a smile of its own. Your white teeth glistening underneath the light of the field.
“This is y/n and this is Haz.” Jean smile between the two of you and you give a short wave.
“Heard plenty about you.” Haz smiles bashfully sticking out a hand, but you’re not quick to take it. Hesitant, actually. But you did in the end.
“I could say the same.” You give a tight-lipped smile.
“Well, the game’s about to start, so I better head off.” Haz smile shortly, pressing another kiss to Jean’s lip.
“Wasn’t that bad, was it?” Jean turned to you a questioning look on her face as your smile fell and you deadpanned, not an inch of happiness showed.
“Absolute hell.”
The game was boring as you suspected. People got up and cheered around you, but you stayed seated. Not understanding what was going on, nor even wanting to understand what was going on. You wished you had brought your current read, or some earphones to block out all the screaming. You had a playlist calling your name. One with lots of sad music. Not because you were sad, but that’s because what you listened to. It was something you had always done. You would be happy and put on the most tragic song. It was weird but oddly comforting. SYML always was and so were many other bands. Not to say you didn’t listen to happy music or rap music. But what took up most of your brain was the sad mellow tune of the piano and how beautiful it sounded accompanied by the voice singing next to it.
When it was over, Jean insisted that you wait with her for Haz. You only agreed to because it was in the middle of the soccer field, and even if you hated horror movies, you had seen them and you knew it was best not to leave her alone… for your own piece of mind. What you didn’t expect was for Haz to call her over to the locker room and leave you alone. A figure doing laps around the football field.
Tom caught your eyes as you stood leaning against the metal fence, you were watching him peculiar, curious, questioning. Probably wondering why, he was still running around rather than taking a shower in the locker room. He started making his way over to you and before you could even blink, he was standing right in front of you. His curls were wet from sweat, and even being drenched, he didn’t really smell. The grass was slightly wet, and you gave a light glare.
“What’re you still doing here?” Tom questions you.
You’re confused as to why he’s talking to you. Honestly, any guy like Tom at this school would rather be caught dead than talking to you. It was different when you were with Jean, because everyone was friends with Jean… just not with you. Maybe it’s because you dressed the way you dressed and it would be weird to see you without that deep red lip of yours and although you didn’t really wear eyeshadow, that liner on your waterline remained. It was a deep red lip, waterline, and mascara. That’s all you would wear on your face… what was the point? You weren’t looking for anyone and nobody was looking for you. Especially not the best player on the soccer team.
“Waiting for my friend… why are you still running around?” You quirk an eyebrow.
“Didn’t know we were playing twenty questions,” He quips.
You scoff, “You wish we were… answer my question.”
“Helps me calm down after a long game… Dunno why, don’t ask. Plus, I’m also waiting for a friend.” Tom smiles sarcastically, “Who’s your friend?”
“So, we’re playing twenty questions.” You chuckle, “Jean…who’s your friend?”
“Harrison Osterfield.”
“So, Jean’s boyfriend?” You scoff, “You’re Thomas Holland.”
“You’re Y/n L/n.” He retorted, “…and you are much prettier up close.”
It surprised you that he knew your name, let alone complemented you on your appearance. You had to be honest, you were fighting off the urge to smile, but you couldn’t so instead it came out as a laugh.
“What’s so funny?”
You shake your head, “Nothing… I just never… forget it.” You spot Jean and Haz walking out of the locker room, “We’ll there she is…”
Haz presses Jean against the concrete wall that leads inside and puts his lips on hers. She laughs against him as he lifts her, holding her in between his legs.
“…and now I have to walk back by myself.” You smile soft before beginning to walk away.
“You don’t have to…” Tom calls out to you.
You whip your body around, still walking, but this time your steps are backwards, “And that’s supposed to mean, what?”
He looks down at his boots, “I could drive you.”
You scoff, “I’m good.”
“Cmon, it’s dark and you’re a woman who’s all alone on a college campus.”
“See, that would be really flattering if I couldn’t defend myself.”
“Never said that… but why would you want to risk it?”
There it was… he made a point. A good point actually. Yes, you carried around pepper spray, but why would you want to use it. If there was a safer way to get home, why wouldn’t you take it? Your dorm was only ten minutes away by drive. Thirty minutes by walk… it was clearly better, you had decided you would, even if you only knew Tom for five minutes he seemed like a promising person. You’d never heard a bad word about him. He’d made a nice impression on you.
You pretended to ponder for a moment, seriously considering your options, “Fine. Take me home, Holland.”
He smiles looking over at the locker room, Haz and Jean had disappeared… shit friends.
“Come with me to the locker room. All the boys are gone and I’ve just gotta get into a fresh pair of clothes.”
“Not gonna shower?”
“Unless you wanna see my dick.”
You raise your eyebrows and cross your arms over your chest, “You never know.”
Tom’s forgotten all about Harrisons little offer, he was genuinely enjoying talking to you. He’d heard things about you. Not all good things. Not all bad. Talking to you personally was different, you were nicer than the rumours had said.
Tom let out a genuine laugh, his stomach hurting a little bit, “…That’s a good one.”
Letting out a sarcastic smile, you sigh, “Thanks. Just hurry up and get changed so we can leave, starting to get a little bit suspicious of you now.”
Tom lifted his shirt over his shoulders and head, his biceps bulged as he did so and although he was turned, the muscles in his back clenched, he could probably feel your eyes on him and as much as you tried to redirect them, they kept floating back, they kept floating and grazing over the shoulder blades that were pulled and tense. How they were knife-cutting sharp. He left his soccer shorts on, which was probably for the best.
Tom smiles at you as he picks up his duffle bag, “Shall we get going then?”
“Please.” You sigh and the two of you leave the locker room, “
The work to his car is short, and quiet, and slightly awkward as neither of you know what to say. You try to break the ice, “So how far away is your dorm?” You question him.
“We’re in dorm block four, how about you?”
“Three.” You smile softly, “Two minutes away from each other.” Your phone dings and you get a message from Jean. You immediately groan, close your eyes, and take a second to breathe.
“What’s wrong?” Tom questions, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Jean just sent me the sock emoji.” You throw your head back, “She’s kicked me out! She’s shagging Harrison!”
“Did not need that mental image.” Tom’s face squeezes in disgust, the idea of, well, it wasn’t really a bet? But it also was… although, Haz got nothing out of it except for pure enjoyment. Whatever it was, it came back into his head, “You could come back to our dorm… if you want.” He plays it off as if his plan wasn’t in motion already, it wasn’t, but now it was.
You weigh your options once more, stay with Tom or walk around the streets of London at ten thirty at night, “Sure… just don’t murder me or whatever.”
He chuckles, “Planned on it, not so sure anymore.”
You roll your eyes, passing your dorm block, wishing you were going there instead of having to spend more time with Tom, “Very funny.”
*
You and Tom sat in his room, it was littered with posters and pop vinyls of marvel movies and rom coms. Spider-Man sat on the back of his door and a La La Land one sat next to it. The Spider-Man poster had you screaming inside, but you couldn’t let him know that… the La La Land poster, however, it caught you off guard.
He was one of those people. He was one of those people who believed in love. Who believed in romance? He was a hopeless romantic, it was so fucking obvious. The two of you were sat on his little twin sized bed. He was playing some music softly in the background, munching on some popcorn, and the only light that was in the room had been provided by the lamp on his nightstand.
Tom sighs offering you some popcorn and you reluctantly take some, “What’s your favourite song?”
“Back to twenty questions?” You raise your eyebrows.
“Maybe.” Tom shrugs, “So… what is it?”
“We Have It All… Pim Stones.” It comes out breathy.
Tom furrows his brows, “Isn’t that a sad song?”
“Well, yeah… I’ve always been into sad music. I dunno why, I always used to gravitate towards it when I was younger. I love the guitar and piano, and I dunno…” You trail off, quickly crossing your arms over your chest, “What’s yours?”
He scoffs, “Easily Tear in My Heart-” You cut him off quickly.
“Twenty One Pilots.” You give a nod of respect, “Why that song?”
He chuckles, “It’s so… I dunno, it’s a love song, it highlights how love can be pain, but it also tells you that love is beautiful and meaningful.”
You roll your eyes, “Yeah, yeah,”
Tom’s hand rests on your thigh, and you freeze up slightly, “Favourite movie?”
You smile, “Don’t have one.”
“Favourite genre?”
“Don’t have one.” You lied – you were a fucking film student, of course, you had a favourite genre of movie.
“What makes you different?” He questions, “Why don’t you have a favourite movie or genre of film or why are you so kept to yourself? You’re a lovely person.”
You heave a dry chuckle, “…You’ll need to know me better before you find out, Holland.”
Your faces are dangerously close, his breath hot as his next words slip, “I’d like to know you better.”
Your lips are on his, well, his lips are on yours and you let it happen. You even kiss back for a moment, but you quickly pull away… you kissed him like every other girl before him and you shake your head in disgust? Of yourself? Or of him? You weren’t sure, but you stood up and Tom jumps.
“I’m sorry.” Tom pouts, “I-I…”
Your laugh is poisonous, “You should be…” Your face softens, “Why’d you do that?”
Tom wants to tell you the truth, but he hides it… It’d make him seem like an asshole and he was actually starting to like you. Regardless, of your walls, which were clearly built, he enjoyed your company. He was talking to you. He saw you as more than what Harrison made you out to be and he was falling hard for you already. He’s only known you for three hours and he’s already falling for you.
He's a hopeless romantic… it’s in his blood.
“I dunno, it just felt like the moment… It, I dunno, I should’ve asked.” He sighs, clearly actually sorry.
You sigh, sitting down back on his bed, you didn’t know what to say or do. You knew what his reputation was like, but he didn’t seem to match the description at all. You thought about it for a moment… kissing him again. When you tried to shake it out of your head, it came back like a parasite. Maybe he was right… maybe it was the moment.
You take his chin and turn his face to yours, “It’s okay… I actually didn’t mind.”
*
You and Tom didn’t do anything.
You didn’t kiss again; you didn’t sleep together. Nada. Zilch. Zero.
You actually opened up to him a little, telling him about your favourite songs and your favourite bands. Your favourite movies and he freaked when he found out your favourite genre of film was superhero movies. You gave off this dark exterior and it blew his mind when he found out you went to the theatre alone on the opening weekends of Marvel films and cheered along with the crowd. He quote-on-quote said: “So you’re not all thorns,” Which made you blush a little bit, but he was right… you weren’t.
It had been four days since and you and Tom were together like, all the time. It was weird having someone else in your life other than Jean. But it was okay. Like you were a little bit happier. Tom gave off this energy and even if the two of you had to stop so he could talk to someone, he made it up to you by talking a little bit more in the next conversation. He was this happy, go-lucky, person and it made your heart warm, it made it flutter.
You were nervous about it. You were fucking terrified. The kiss hadn’t left your mind. Not at all. You thought back to it all the time. You felt wanted in a way. The kiss was soft and plump and tender. You found yourself thinking about it every single time you saw Tom.
This is bad.
Is it, though? You questioned yourself. Is this bad? Or is this what I need? To give myself to someone who wants me. Start something with someone who wants more than sex. You could see that from the way Tom treated you. You’d known him for no longer than five fucking days and he’s treated you the best you’ve felt in a long time.
In these five days, you’d drifted to sitting next to him in your film class. The two of you would snicker and laugh together quietly while the professor explained stuff you would usually listen to in your seat up the back. You didn’t know how he was doing this. Making you feel good, making you happy. God, it was so stupid.
You were so stupid to believe him.
But we’re not up to that part of the story yet. Right now, we’re up to the part where the two people are in love. Nothing can come in their way. It’s a honeymoon. It’s the bubble where they are invincible. Where the girl is falling so effortlessly for the guy, whilst he hides some damning secret that is bound to destroy them both, turn them both inside out and make everything real. Popping the bubble.
“Tom, how fucking fast are you!” You call as he pulls your hand, running.
Currently, it is six forty-five and Tom is pulling you to the quad. As you get closer and closer, you can see there’s a big screen and people getting set up with blankets as the sunset falls behind you both, you realise what’s going on.
Jean had told you about the movies under the stars the University was going to hold. Said she’d take you, but she was going with Harrison. Yet, when you got there, you couldn’t see either of them. They’re probably off fucking somewhere else. You hadn’t seen much of Jean lately. She was spending so much time with Haz and you, well, you were spending nearly all your time with Tom. You didn’t like not seeing her. But she had a boyfriend now.
Tom smiled as he watched you realise what was happening, “Now, hear me out… we don’t have to. We can totally go out to a diner and eat shit until we can’t move, but I thought this would be fun.”
“Depends on the movie,” you say, quirking an eyebrow.
Tom blushes whilst he looks to the ground, and finally lets you meet his gaze, “La La Land.”
You roll your eyes, “Now I’m gonna feel bad if I say no! I wasn’t but imagine I hadn’t asked.” You let your smile burst as Tom pulls you close.
This was his favourite movie. You’d be a fucking idiot to say no. How could you, though? The way he looks at the ground when he blushes. The way his smile can light up a room, and the way he pulled you to this so spontaneously. The two of you were on the way to that Diner he was talking about, before he pulled your hand and started running in the other direction.
He was a hopeless romantic. He was holding your hand and running to the other end of campus. It was like a scene from a movie.
Tom’s mind was yelling at him. It was yelling at him to stop thinking about you. Stop pulling you closer. If you knew how your friendship started, you’d flip your shit. You’d never speak to him again. Never trust him again. You’d opened yourself up little by little over the past few days. You were telling him more and more about yourself. It wasn’t much. It was favourite foods and sodas. What you enjoyed doing. But he was getting to know you.
Something a lot of people might not be able to do.
He had no idea why you were letting yourself get to know him – hell, neither did you. There was something so compelling about Tom. That pulled you in. He couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss, it was like he felt something electric, when your lips touched his. There were sparks, like actual sparks. Tom had never felt this way before. But he was actually falling for you now.
So, the way it started wouldn’t ever matter, right? Because he was actually falling for you?
Harrison practically put him into a corner. Sleep with someone you don’t know or fail your brother? How is someone supposed to do that? Abandon their younger brother. The choice was pretty obvious, but now that he was starting to know you. To know who you are. He felt fucking horrible. What was even worse is that he wanted to sleep with you, but he didn’t want to tell Harrison if the two of you had. But if you got into a relationship, Haz would find out anyway. So, he was fucking doomed.
He wanted to pull out of this so bad… but he kept thinking about his brother. How his education was important too. Just as important as you. The girl whose head was lying on his lap as they watched his favourite movie of all time and hummed the words. Even though he found out you hated musicals.
How his fingers toyed with your hair and his eyes lingered on your face. He’d seen the movie probably over five-hundred times, so he didn’t care if he wasn’t watching. He just wanted to spend time with you. This was all he wanted.
*
“Harrison, I want out of this.” Tom said as he walked into his dorm. The two of you had split no longer than seven minutes ago.
Harrison was thankfully, sitting alone, if Jean was here, he’d have no idea how to explain himself.
“What do you mean?” Haz asks him, acting confused, but they both know he knows exactly what Tom is talking about.
“My brother is fine… We’ll find some way to get him the education he deserves, I can’t do this to y/n. I can’t let her suffer or sleep with her and have it not come from my heart. Because it does, it comes from my heart and if she finds out about you threatening me to keep this going… I… I… I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Haz lets out a dry chuckle, smoke evaporating around him, the apartment smells like grape as Harrison throws his vape onto the couch, “Dude, you are seriously willing to let your brother go like that for some girl you met like five fucking days ago?”
That caught Tom off guard, “No. Like I said. There are other ways.”
“Tom you’ve tried every single way. He got accepted into Uni and nobody can pay for it… Nobody but me, and I asked you plain and simple to do something. So just fucking do it.”
Tom shakes his head, “She’s not easy, Haz. She’s not just willing to let me get in her fucking pants. I’ve been getting to know her and she’s amazing. I don’t want to hurt her.”
“She’s never gonna find out, mate, chill.”
Tom felt a pang in his heart as he hears the way Haz talks about you… But he’s got a point about his brother. They literally have tried everything to help him get proper education. He wants to be a lawyer, do great things. He needs to go to Law school, get his degree. He can’t do that if nobody can pay for his fucking tuition. It made Tom’s heart and stomach churn in disgust, that Haz was threatening him like this. Holding him to a wall.
Tom was quiet for a second before speaking again and making his way to his room, “…Fine. I’ll do what you want.”
Tom slammed the door before he could hear Harrison speak anymore.
What was he going to do?
*
The next weeks were hard for Tom, but he’d usually forget about the whole thing with Haz. Sometimes he’d remember, whenever you made some dirty joke, he felt a pang in his heart. Whenever a sex scene came up in a movie and you’d cover his eyes as a joke. He felt his heart burn for you. He felt himself yearn for more than what the two of you had. But he felt like shit. He wasn’t trying to do this so that he could only sleep with you. But he knew that if you knew about all this shit, that wouldn’t matter. None of it would matter. He wanted to distance himself away from you. Push you away so that you wouldn’t be hurt. But he couldn’t there was so much about you that was changing because of him.
The two of you had known each other for five months. Five months and so much about you had changed.
Your hair was out of your face, and you wore a smile daily now. The deep red lip stayed the same, but you’d pair it with a cute shade of eyeshadow. Black wasn’t really in your closet anymore and when it was, it was your converse and a pair of jeans. Maybe a tank top or a t-shirt. You started to love the summer around you, you started to tolerate the musicals Tom would force you to watch. You slept over at Tom’s dorm all the time, and the two of you would go for walks around campus, just because. You were finally returning back to the old you. The happier version of you. The version who made a room light up just by walking inside.
Tom had noticed it a while ago.
But he saw it the first day you wore a blue tank top and a white pair of jeans.
Your clothes reflected the way you felt.
Before you felt like this empty, broken void, and now you feel like the sun. Tom had given you some sense of happiness and purpose. For a while you felt like you were just drowning in water for so long, not being able to lift your head up and take a breath. Not being able to breathe. You felt so suffocated by the world around you. Not having anyone to put real trust into. You felt yourself opening up more than you ever felt possible. It was new and scary, and you were worried. Worried about what this meant for you. But it was Tom. Someone you had spoken to every single day for five months. Someone who texted you random pictures of memes or pictures of you sitting at your table in the library when he came to pick you up and drive you to your dorm. Someone who walked you to about almost every single class you had. Someone who tends to carry your things. Someone who opens the car door for you. Or the door in general. Any door actually… Someone who made you laugh so hard your stomach was in cramps. Someone who made you smile so hard your face hurt and your stomach flutters every single time he walks into a room. Or looks at you. Or does anything actually.
You had fallen for him.
“Tom.” You started, carefully playing with the rings around your fingers as you sat up, pulling your head off of his shoulders, “Can I tell you something?”
Tom nods, putting his hands over yours, quickly peeling them off to turn down the movie a little bit, so he could hear you properly. So, you could talk, “Anything.” He confirms.
You bite your lip, and you can already feel your eyes starting to water, tickling the brinks, “My ex-boyfriend. He uhm, we broke up, like, ages ago… but he cheated almost the whole time we were together and I- I became closed off. I used to be the same as you, love everything to do with love. I used to celebrate valentine’s day and have him home for Christmas. It’s funny, actually… we were together for so long, it’s actually how I met Jean… She didn’t know, and I don’t blame her. When I walked in on them together, she spat on him and slapped him and comforted me while I cried. I know she was the other woman. But she was only one of I dunno how many,” A dry chuckle escaped your lips and you felt Tom’s hand tighten around yours, “I know it was fucked up to trust the girl my boyfriend slept with, but it turned out really well… and I guess this is leading to me trying to express that I don’t feel love a lot. But I feel love when I’m with you…” You trailed off softly, your voice going quiet as you looked down at your hands. Toms hand goes slightly limp.
He moves closer to you, cupping your face, “I feel love when I’m with you too.” He whispers. His breath now hot against your face, “…Can I kiss you?” He asks you softly.
You only know how to nod, speechless. His lips finally on yours again, like they were not too long ago. They’re softer and sweeter and taste like the popcorn he was eating, like, ten minutes ago. His hands run down the side of your body as he pins you on his bed. Your kisses were becoming shorter as he started to pull his lips away, kissing your neck. Soft little moans coming from your mouth. His lips burnt your skin carefully, they peppered your neck like candy. Sweet.
You hummed another moan as Tom’s hands slide under your shirt, pulling it over your head, kisses on your chest, “Is this okay, love?” he asks you softly as you look down at him, your eyes shining.
You nod a small smile, “Yeah, ‘s good.”
He presses another kiss to your chest, moving lower and lower, his leg is in-between your thighs. As the two of you kiss, your bodies are grinding together, his leg pressing against your pussy as you feel it grow wet. Moaning against his body. You feel like you’ve gone to another universe already and it’s barely been a moment. His lips are back on yours as your chests are pressed against one another, moving ferociously. Toms hands slide behind your back, unclasping your back as your boobs fall free. Tom peppers kisses to each one, softly suckling on your right, moving his tongue around your tit, your nipples get hard and sensitive with each one. Pressing soft chaste kisses. He moans against your tit as he sucks on it, and a soft escapes yours.
His fingers toy with the waistband of your shorts, “This, okay, can I?”
You nod, “Yeah, you can… please.” You plead softly.
Tom pulls down your shorts and places soft kisses on your inner thigh, playing with the inner skin. You can feel the anticipation making your stomach burn, “Tommy, please.” Your back arches.
Your pussy drips wet as Toms tongue runs along the lips of you, not daring to insert into you just yet, but teasing you in all the right ways. His fingers split your lips apart, his mouth moving over your clit. Tongue circling it slowly as his thumb grazes your hole with so much anticipation.
You groan softly, running a hand through his curls, “Oh, god, Thomas.” You whisper, “Oh god.”
He continues lapping your pussy, kitten licking your clit. Feeling your pussy pulse as he does so, your hand pulling and grabbing on his curls with such delight, and it kills him to know that he can make you feel this way. Make you feel so good with just his tongue. Feeling how sweet your juices are and fantasying about how fucking delicious your orgasm will taste when you reach your final peak. How his tongue delves inside of you just amazes you.
Finally trusting someone amazed you. How you were giving yourself so freely to Tom. How good he made you feel. How he made you feel more than just a nobody. How he was giving you more than just a fuck. How he was giving you passion. The way he moved his tongue around your clit. Circling it slowly. Kitten licking. It made you feel good. He thought you were fucking stunning. He thought your moans were beautiful. He thought everything about you was so fucking hot. So fucking desirable that he just had to taste you. The truth was you’d never had someone eat you out like this. You’d never been the centre of attention. But now you were. You were here in Tom’s arms, and I’d be dammed if anyone thought he’d let you go. How his tongue kept on your pussy at such an incredible pace. How his hand cupped your tit squeezing your nipples and massaging the skin around them.
How afterwards he moved up and kissed your lips and made you taste yourself mixed with his tongue. How when he kissed you it wasn’t rough, how his bare skinned face grazed your chin. How his kisses were placed all over your neck and your chest, marking you. Making you his.
Tom’s mind wasn’t on the deal. If it was, he’d stop. He’d stop the whole fucking thing. He’d break up with you before the relationship could even start. Because it makes him sick to the stomach – but right now he places kisses on yours, making you feel loved. Making his heart flutter and his skin warm. His stomach beaming and doing back flips as he kiss you all over.
Slowly Tom peels off his shirt and pants and your eyes go wide, you want to scream at the past version of you that cockblocked all of this. That made this impossible. His cock was fucking long and every object of your desire. You needed him inside of you and you needed it now.
“Let me grab a condom.” Tom speaks as he goes to get up, but you grab his arm.
“I’m on birth control, I’m clean, well, I mean, I haven’t had sex in god knows how long but my birth control helps regulate my period and I really want to feel you inside me… but obviously, you can wear one if you want, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You start to ramble shrinking back into your shy demeanour.
Tom smiles and shakes his head, “No… It’s okay. I’d like that, a lot actually… I’m clean as well, by the way.” He flushes and presses another kiss to your lips before pushing you down slightly, your legs make their way onto his shoulders as Tom props himself upright, “I’m gonna go in now, okay?”
You nod ready to feel his cock inside of you and when you do, it’s like you’ve been sent up above. Tom’s body moving against yours, feeling the slap of his balls against your ass, the sound it makes turns you on and his cock pressing up against your gspot makes you moan louder than you ever have before. You start to touch your clit as Tom’s body continues to press in and out of you in slow and steady motions. You need more. You need more.
“Tom please harder, faster please… please.” You beg, feeling all of him against you, his pelvis moves forward as he thrusts his hips into you. Pounding you with such grace and the only sound in the room is the sound of your moans, Tom’s grunts, the squelch of your cunt and the slaps of his balls.
Tom watches as your body moves like fluid underneath him, his cock penetrating you as he watches your tits bounce and the way your face contorts when those beautiful sounds come out of your mouth. How your hand reaches and touches your clit, how your slick cunt lets him move in and out of you so smooth the two of you fit like two puzzle pieces together. The two of you moving in one motion that it’s almost so hard to tell where you start and where he begins. He groans as he moves faster by your command, feeling himself slam into you at animalistic pace. The hunger the both of you share is so much. It’s too much. Feeling each other was all Tom had ever wanted. Despite the deal. From the moment he saw you he felt something in his stomach, butterflies. His stomach feel warm with the need to put his hands on yours and feel you. Place his lips onto yours and spin you around as if you were in a movie. You were angry and mad and only wore the colour black and Tom was happy and wore the colour pink a little too often. It was some crazy juxtaposition that made him go insane… how could a girl like you fall for a guy like him? Someone so in tune with her own emotions. This realist fell for someone with their head in the clouds.
… and it’s crazy how fast that can come crashing down.
“Tom!” You groan pushing yourself to be closer to him, feeling everything that he was made of. Every single piece of his body was now in tune with yours. Your heads were nowhere near each other, but you felt like you could feel his forehead on yours. The two of you connecting so deeply. On another level that you thought was possible.
How could you fall for a guy like him? How could you let him do this to you? Make you take down your guard… you were so naïve.
“Y/n holy fuck!” He groans his head falling back as he feels your slick cunt on his throbbing cock, how his tip hits you in every perfect way and his length filling you so much that it makes you want to cry. Your cunt so tight, Tom has no idea how the fuck you’re taking all of him, but you are, and it only makes him fall for you more.
The two of you were so naïve to what was to come in the future. Only focusing on the now. Only focusing on each other’s moans, each other’s pleasure. The way your bodies felt against each other. How sweat trickled down your foreheads and how Tom’s collarbone was glowing with the shine of it all. How his toned abs were flexing as he moves into you along with his arms. How your nipples and tits were so perfect as your body bounced with his cock. How the sweat that fell on your forehead made your hair stick to your face in the most desirable way. How your moans would break, how Tom could make you feel this good.
So, fucking naïve.
“Tom please, I’m gonna cum.” You groan, your head falling back anymore if it could and his body pressing with yours, “Cum with me, please.” You beg, “Please Tommy, please.”
“Anything for you, Darling.” He speaks in strain as he begins to move with haste. The two of you moving faster and faster until you both reach that very specific warmth in your stomach that starts at the bottom and makes it’s way up as you feel Tom’s cock twitch inside your body and Tom feels your cunt clench around his cock. The two of you slowing down as you finally reached your peak and Tom riding you off your orgasm, falling in slick, his cum and your orgasm making it so much easier for Tom to move in and out of you as you smile, Tom’s body falling next to you.
You press a quick kiss to his lips, “I’d love to stay in bed, but I gotta pee and clean myself up.”
“Bathroom’s over there, Darling.” He smiles pressing another kiss to your lips as you grab one of his shirts and pyjama pants from his draw – you did that a lot before. Wore his clothes to bed. But it held so much more meaning now that you were finally his. That the two of you were together. It hadn’t been said but it was definitely implied.
Tom cleaned himself up with a tissue before sliding his boxers on along with a jumper. Hearing a knock on his door and the shower begin to start. He opened his door to be met with the eyes of Haz, who’s gaze flickered in between your bra and clothes that sat on a pile on the floor and Tom’s eyes. Tom immediately knew what he had just done… and his stomach churned. He felt like he wanted to throw up even if this deal wasn’t his intention at all. It was starting to realised what had just happen. This hadn’t been on his mind. This wasn’t his intention. This wasn’t his intention. This wasn’t his intention.
Fucking naïve.
“Good job mate.” He speaks, “Finally fucked her. Now you get what you want. Now you finally can get your brother into school and tell her to sod off.”
“Haz, that’s not what I want at all.” Tom says, “I don’t want her to sod off.” He mocks his friend with distaste, “Is that how you think Jean would like you to speak about her friend.”
“C’mon mate, it’s not like you actually liked her. When I proposed this whole ordeal, you told me she was just some sad goth chick, and she wasn’t your type. Man, you can finally get someone worth your time.”
“What’s he talking about Tom?” Your voice echoes in the room, no matter how soft it is. Your hair is wet and you’re still wearing his clothes. He didn’t even notice you pinch his favourite pair of socks.
Fucking naïve.
Your face fell and so did Toms, “It’s not what he’s making it out to be,” Tom says.
“He slept with you so that he could get his brother into school. We made a deal.” Haz says a smirk playing on his face.
“W-What? So, what?” Your face turned angry, your voice getting darker, tinged with sadness, and hurt and the tears that tickle your eyes were enough to say it all to Tom, “So I was just some stupid fucking deal? What have the last few months meant to you Tom? I opened up to you… I just slept with you! I just fucking slept with you.”
The laugh that escapes your mouth is nothing but dry as you start to pull your things off the floor, “I’m getting the fuck out of here.” You shove past Tom.
Not before turning back and raising your voice, “and don’t ever contact me again! I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear your stupid fucking voice. You have ruined my life, Thomas Holland.” You groan, “Again. I fucking hate you. You used me. You made me some ploy in a game. I’m fucking done…” Tears roll down your face, “The second I trust someone they hurt me.”
“Y/n.” Tears stream down Tom’s face, “Please. That deal means nothing to me. I fell for you. I fell for you so hard and I… I don’t know what I’m gonna do without you. You’re my best friend. You’re my only real friend… Let me explain, please?”
You shake your head, “Fuck you, Tom.” You walk out the door and slam it behind you. You slide down it. You sit on the floor and cry for a single minute, your head in your hands, your arms on your knees, your tears are silent… and on the other side, Tom sits at the door in the same position as you. Except for the fact that his tears aren’t silent. That you can hear them through the door.
*
You walk into your dorm room and immediately make eye contact with Jean, “He used me… He used me, Jean. I loved him…and he used me.” You fall into her lap.
“Oh y/n,” She strokes your hair, holding you closer, “I’m sorry.”
But that doesn’t stop her stomach filling with sunshine and warmth.
We haven’t talked much about Janette Lauren Adams in this story because she wasn’t the main character of this story. She wasn’t the one dictating what happened. She wasn’t the one we were focusing on because it simply wasn’t her story. It was about you and Tom…
But wasn’t she?
There are many things you don’t know about Jean. There are many things you haven’t told Jean and she could say the same. Except for the fact that Jean is a liar. Jean is someone who despises you. Jean is someone who hates you. Yet, she puts on the face that she loves you, even though she vexes you. She wants to see you hurt the way she did when you walked in on her sleeping with your boyfriend. She was more hurt than you could ever imagine. She believed this man loved her and all you ever did was talk about you.
Granted, Jean only let you talk about yourself because she had no idea that she had made your ex-boyfriend fall so deeply in love with her. He hadn’t slept with other girls the whole time; he was only with Jean. But you were so venerable. So hurt and yet you knew nothing about the way she felt.
I know it makes no fucking sense. You were already hurt, so why would Jean want to hurt you further?
Because you believed that she was nothing but a fling. That she was only used to make him feel good. She wasn’t. HE was in love with her. HE cherished their relationship.
So, she wanted to hurt you. Making up some bullshit excuse that she needed to get you out into the dating pool again, to which she would pretend to date Harrison. Who was also unknowingly being used by her and made him make Tom an offer he couldn’t refuse to sneak his way into your fucking panties. Granted, it went so much further than Jean could’ve ever imagined… and that made her want to smile. Neither of you fucking knew that she was toying with both of you.
But you knew Jean inside and out (or so you thought), but you knew when she was lying. She had a tell. Her right eyebrow would lift, it was some quirk that gave her away so often. You sit up slowly. Keeping an eye on how her eyebrow is lifted ever so slightly. She’d often use her sass when she lied. It made her more charismatic. Yet, she was doing a terrible job.
“What do you know, Jean?” You question your friend.
“What do you mean ‘What do I know’?” She laughs, she’s nervous, “Y/n, Tom used you. It doesn’t mean I’m the enemy.”
“I never said you were the enemy. I said you knew something.” You’re now standing, “What do you know?”
“Y/n, I knew nothing.”
“Knew?”
“Know… I know nothing.” She repeats.
You give a dry chuckle, “What the fuck do you know, Jean!” You raise your voice, and she shrinks a little.
“Everything!” She admits, “I knew everything.” Her shriek turns into anger, “I knew because it was my fucking idea.” She stands.
You have to prevent your jaw from dropping, “What the fuck?” You push her onto the couch, before she begins to speak again, “I don’t wanna hear your shitty fuckin’ monologue. I don’t wanna hear from you… I trusted you. God, you didn’t even try to feel sorry for a single second. You couldn’t contain how much you loved to hurt me.”
*
The next few weeks were spent crying in your car. You could stand the thought of walking into the dorm you shared with Jean. You saw Tom during the week, and he would always try to talk to you, albeit he probably knew about Jean’s idea, you didn’t care. You didn’t give a fuck.
You were sitting in the spot you used to sit with Tom before everything went to shit. You didn’t know why you were under this massive tree. It was pouring rain and the tree could only do such a good job at protecting you from it. Just like you in a way. You were protecting yourself for so long, but it doesn’t always work like that. There’s always a crack in the surface, something always slips in.
You resorted back to the old you. Your comfortable black hoodie which you never should’ve let go of. You still wore Tom’s shirt to bed, though. You could just never understand why he did what he did… But you also could.
His brother.
Now, it wasn’t his brother’s fault. He’d told you all about how hard it was to watch him fail at getting into a good school, they weren’t able to pay. The more you thought about it, the more you knew that Tom probably was conflicted. It was probably meant to be a one-night stand… you hoped.
Regardless, you were sat under this tree, with your hood up and tiny droplets of water crowded your sketch book, but they weren’t from the sky. You heard footsteps approaching, but you didn’t bother to look up, until you heard his voice.
“Y/n.” Tom speaks, his voice is timid and careful and dreaded with pain.
You look up and your eyes are bloodshot, and so are his. You don’t know if he’s been crying or if he’s just tired – but the bags underneath his eyes are speaking volumes. They’re shaded in purple and blue tones. You’d seen him around, but he usually looked better than this. Maybe you hadn’t looked close enough.
The regret in Tom’s eyes was unmissable. Unparalleled. You knew he genuinely felt sorry. You knew he regretted everything. You saw that the night you left him – the night you slept with him. The night he made you feel better than anyone had ever could…
So why did it have to lead to something so bad?
“Tom if you’ve come here to explain-” You sigh, wiping tears from your face and running a hand through your hair. But before you could finish your sentence, he interrupts you.
“I have. I need you to know what actually happened and so you’re not influenced by that fucking schmuck Harrison.” Tom speaks, “
“Thought you were his friend.”
“Haven’t been. Not since the beginning of this stupid deal. I didn’t want any part of it,”
This piques your curiosity, “Fine…” You speak, “Explain yourself, I guess.”
Tom takes a seat next to you underneath the oak tree, his knee accidentally hits yours and you move it away slowly, “Sorry…” He apologises.
“Explain.” You cut short and Tom sighs.
“Right, so…” He starts off awkwardly and you can only look at him, but he can’t even seem to meet your eyes, “Yeah, what Haz said was true. But I didn’t know you at the time, I thought you were just some girl I could fuck, get my brother into school, and move on. I know, it sounds so fucked. It is. I fucked up. But I said no. Initially Haz just wanted me to sleep with you and he brought in my brother… and I agreed. I know it’s fucked up,” He says for what feels like the ten thousandth time, “But you have to understand… Harry… he got into every single school he applied for, but every single scholarship he wanted they denied. Fucked if I know why. It’s stupid. But we’re not rich and Haz is… and I tried to pull out of this fucked up thing, but he held my brother over my head.”
Hearing Tom’s explanation made you feel bad. He was trying to help his brother. That part hadn’t sunk into your head… and you understood why. Upon his explanation you understood why. Maybe that’s what made you start crying. He fucked up to help his brother. He fucked with your trust to help his brother get into school because Harrison Osterfield had backed him into a fucking corner.
It didn’t excuse anything he did. But… it made it make sense.
“…and I thought everything would be okay when you found out.” He sighs, “Because I fell in love with you. I did. I still love you. I love everything about you. When I first met you, I thought you were just a girl… but now I know you’re the girl. You’re the girl my heart belongs to. You’re the girl who makes me float in the sky, who fills my daydreams. You’re the girl I want to wake up next to every… single… day.” He exasperates, “You’re the girl I want by my side. You’re the only girl, y/n.”
You couldn’t listen to him so you stood up and walked into the rain, you tried to walk away from him but Tom grabbed your wrist and turned you toward him.
“Please.” He cries, trickling down his face, “Say something… please.”
There were many truths in this conversation, many things lain out on the table. Many things that confused you. Made you feel bad for Tom, but also terrible for yourself. Made you feel as though you didn’t know everything… made you feel like you should’ve listened to Tom the first time he begged. Maybe the heart break could’ve been avoided. Because you loved him. You loved him so much and your heart was aching. Beating out of your chest, made you need him. Your skin was craving everything that he had given you, because his touch on your wrist was electric.
“Tom… I understand.” You spoke, “…and I’ll never forget what you did to me. I need you to know that.”
His thumb runs over your chin, “I’m not expecting you to. I’m not asking you to. I understand my mistakes.”
You nod, “I know, Tommy,” You speak softly, “I know… and I’m willing to forgive you. I’m willing to because I love you. You’re the man I want. You’re the man… and I don’t trust people… I don’t know how long it’ll take to trust you again. But I want to. I want to trust you again.”
“And you can take all the time you need. As long as I can have you in my life.” His breath shudders against the rain.
And your lips fall on his, you press your lips to yours, feeling his hand trail down your wet clothes, pulling you closer, your waist being tugged by him and by everything that he gave you. How good he made you feel. No matter how much he hurt you, the love he gave you had never disappointed, and it never would. His lips were soft, and the kiss was passionate as rain plummeted over the both of you, tainting your burning skin cold.
The two of you pull away, breath hot and heavy, he speaks, “You’re my girl.”
You nod, with a giggle, “I’m your girl.”
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