new light: chapter three | t.h.

pairing: tom holland x reader

word count: (this chapter) 3291 (oops)

summary: in which your best friend, tom, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for appearance’s sake, before realizing that maybe you both are pretending a little less than you should – or in which a million clichés are rolled into one

series warnings: at some point there will probably any number of the following: drinking, strong language, smut (either implied or explicit), fluff, angst (not necessarily in that order lmao. I just kind of hate chapter-specific warnings cause it kind of spoils it. if you really need a chapter-specific warning, feel free to message me!)

other notes: sorry for this chapter in advance lmao (this series is for @starksparker’s 4k writing challenge, with the specific prompt being a fake dating AU).

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Appearances. When the entire world is watching you, scrutinizing your every move and waiting with baited breath for you to take one false step, appearances mean everything. Nobody else will ever truly know what goes on behind closed doors, so the front you put up for the world to see is all they really have of you. Every little detail is open to interpretation and everyone has an opinion. They’ll convince themselves of things until they believe they are true, and you’re left to try and handle it all. Sometimes, that means ignoring the speculation entirely. Others, it might mean that you have to take matters into your own hands in order to control what gets said about you. But what happens when what seems like a simple plan brings something much more complicated to light?

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DOMINO Part 2 | Tom Holland x Reader

Madmadmilk’s 3K/4K Celebration, where you get to decide Y/N’s fate!

TEASER PART 1 PART 2 … (next update Monday)

Summary: a taste of something you’ve long sworn off; diving back into someone who was someone to you, and deciding if they’re still worth it

Word Count: 6K of burning and burning

“Come on, guys, there’s still one more left.”

Fucking—

Your eyes came to meet a dark, unruly brown. A lovely pale face, framed with fluffed dark curls, a devilish grin stretched across rosy, red lips. His name was one that tasted sour in your mouth.

“Tom…” you manage to whisper, and you can feel the room freeze, everybody making small exclamations. You look towards Jacob, and Z, and they shrug. Tom was fair game for the dare still, challenge uncompleted.

Great.

As if the kiss from Haz didn’t already make your soul leave your body, as if you still weren’t feeling the waves of heat and tingles over your face, as if your partner wasn’t another one of Hollywood’s Up and Coming…

Piece of cake.

Tom looks at you with big puppy-dog eyes, expectant but teasing. He leaned back on his arms, his legs spread wide, suggesting you to crawl towards him.

You can see Z, on her knees behind him, her hand hovering over his shoulder, as if she was ready to pull back his collar at any second. That puts a small smile on your face, but you whine,

“Can you guys like…. Leave? Or something?” they were crowded around, “This is embarrassing!”

No one moves an inch, while you crawl closer to Tom, on your knees with your hands on the floor before you. Thank god for the alcohol buzzing through your veins, but damn your friends. They had never looked away before, why would they now?

You take a dry gulp, looking at the smirking boy with firm resolve, and your stubborn flair, bringing your burning face closer to his.

Only to be derailed by his hand coming to gently caress your wrist, and words that he was sure only you would hear,

“Why? You already know what I taste like, love.”

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new light: chapter one | t.h.

pairing: tom holland x reader

word count: (this chapter) 1152

summary: in which your best friend, tom, asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for appearance’s sake, before realizing that maybe you both are pretending a little less than you should – or in which a million clichés are rolled into one

series warnings: at some point there will probably any number of the following: drinking, strong language, smut (either implied or explicit), fluff, angst (not necessarily in that order lmao. I just kind of hate chapter-specific warnings cause it kind of spoils it. if you really need a chapter-specific warning, feel free to message me!)

other notes: this is for @starksparker’s 4k writing challenge, with the specific prompt being a fake dating AU. congrats on 4k! you deserve it xo. also this kind of got away from me – I was planning on writing a one-shot and wound up with a whole series lol oops. also in planning this out, I couldn’t help but notice how some chapters are kinda short and some are hella long but I’m desperately trying to ignore that so that the chapter breaks make sense (cause I think that’s more important than having uniform chapter lengths). special shoutout to @howdycharlie for essentially giving me the confidence to post this! also also sorry if the cut doesn’t work :(

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Appearances. When the entire world is watching you, scrutinizing your every move and waiting with baited breath for you to take one false step, appearances mean everything. Nobody else will ever truly know what goes on behind closed doors, so the front you put up for the world to see is all they really have of you. Every little detail is open to interpretation and everyone has an opinion. They’ll convince themselves of things until they believe they are true, and you’re left to try and handle it all. Sometimes, that means ignoring the speculation entirely. Others, it might mean that you have to take matters into your own hands in order to control what gets said about you. But what happens when what seems like a simple plan brings something much more complicated to light?

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chapter one

It was Friday night, and rather than going out dancing or to the bar with friends, you found yourself standing in front of the open fridge, trying to figure out what kind of dinner you could make with ranch dressing, cheese slices, and a questionable grapefruit. Sighing, you turned in defeat to your junk drawer, where you knew all your take-out menus were stashed. Before you could even open the drawer, you were interrupted by a knock on the door. You hesitated, wondering who it could be; you hadn’t expected anyone tonight. 

“Who is it?” You called, figuring it was most likely one of your neighbours stopping by with some of your mail that had found its way to them instead.

“It’s me, darling,” offered a familiar voice. You recognized the British accent that paired so beautifully with a slightly deep, warm tone. 

You crossed the apartment, finding yourself wishing he had warned you he was stopping by, so you could have changed your current look of pajamas and a messy ponytail.

“Hey,” you said as you opened the door to your friend, Tom, whose hands were full with bags of take out and an excessively large bouquet of peonies, your favourite flower.

“Hello,” he replied, stepping past you and into your apartment. He set the food and flowers down on the counter before turning to wrap you in a tight hug.

“What is all this?” You wondered out loud, gesturing to the counter.

“What, I can’t surprise my best girl with a nice night once in a while?” Tom teased, grinning widely. You tried not to let your heart completely stop at ‘Tom teased, grinning widely. You tried not to let your heart completely stop at him calling you his ‘best girl’ and decided to check out the food instead.

“You can,” you said, shrugging and attempting to look casual, “but I have a feeling there’s probably some ulterior motive here.” You reached for a fork and started to feed yourself some pasta from one of the boxes.

“Do you want a plate?” Tom offered, laughing gently and shaking his head when you shook yours before slurping up the last of your forkful.

“Seriously,” you pressed. “What’s up? Not that I’m not thankful for the food, or the lovely flowers. But what else is there?”

“You know me too well,” he sighed, pulling a stool up to the counter before joining you in emptying one of the take-out boxes. “I kind of have a favour to ask,” he started. You could hear the hesitation in his voice, so you stayed quiet while you waited for him to continue.

“We’ve been friends forever, right?” He said, not quite looking directly at you. You weren’t sure where he was going with his train of thought, but you nodded before setting down your fork. 

He was right, you’d known each other since you were pre-teens, your mothers having introduced you two after they met through work and discovered they had children around the same age. You had taken to one another fairly quickly, so you’d been friends ever since. Throughout high school, growing up and becoming adults, Tom becoming a successful actor in a flash, and essentially anything else life threw at you, your friendship was a constant you both could count on. It was one of the most important relationships you had, so even though you’d spent most of the years you’d been friends wishing you could actually be more, it wasn’t worth taking the risk of actually saying anything out loud. You could handle keeping things to yourself – and maybe your slightly overactive imagination – if it meant keeping Tom in your life in any capacity, even if it wasn’t the one you’d prefer.

“And you know I’d do anything for you,” he continued, bringing a hand up to the back of his neck to rest against the short curls that sat there.

“Okay, Tom. You’re kinda starting to freak me out here,” you said, unsure of why he was so nervous or what he was getting at with all of these vague statements.

“Right, okay. Sorry. It’s just- I thought about how to talk to you about this, and now that I’m here I don’t know what to say,” he said honestly, dropping his hand back down to the counter. You couldn’t help it when your heart sped up ever so slightly, growing increasingly nervous at the prospect of whatever Tom could be trying to say.

“Tom, what’s the favour?” You asked, trying to keep your voice steady.

“Okay, hear me out,” he started, waiting for you to nod before he continued. “So, basically you know how sometimes the fans can be a little too into my personal life?” You nodded, you’d heard the stories, seen some of the things people said about him online.

“It’s getting really frustrating,” Tom admitted. “It doesn’t stop. Plus, so many of them think Zendaya and I are dating, and obviously you being my friend you know that’s not the case, but it’s kinda gotten to the point where the constant speculation is making it hard for us to be friends. And we have to work together, so it’s stressful,” he paused, scanning your face for a reaction. You tried to put forward a look that would say you wanted him to continue.

“She’s also in a relationship, which is beside the point, but obviously the rumours kind of put a strain on that too,” he continued. This was news to you, but you did know Zendaya was super tight-lipped about her personal life. You stayed quiet in the hopes he’d finish his whole story. 

“And then there’s the other women,” he stated, somewhat ambiguously. “Lately, it seems like any involvement I have with women is just them trying to use me for fame, or money, or opportunity, or some combination of the three.” He sighed, rubbing his hand across his face. You tried to ignore the way your stomach twisted as he talked about ‘other women’.

“I just- I don’t know. I just don’t want to have to deal with all the bullshit anymore, (Y/N), I can’t,” he added quietly. Your heart went out to him; he’d always been such a sweet kid and he was basically the last person in the world who had to deal with all of the media scrutiny he was subject to.

“I can only imagine,” you sympathized. You could never fully understand how hard it was, but the thought was daunting. You were still curious as to what it was he needed you for, however.

“I’m still trying to figure out where exactly I fit in to all of this,” you said. He looked down at his food and was silent for a few moments. You waited, letting him choose his words before he finally spoke up again.

“I came to ask if you’d pretend to be my girlfriend.”

Tom Holland AU: You’re dating him

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Can’t Hide It (Newt)

Newt x Reader - 2,667 words (Thomas’ P.O.V.)

So basically this takes place the day Thomas comes up in the maze. It follows the movie plot with a few twists here and there and Y/N is the greenie before Thomas. :P

Request; Could you maybe write an imagine from Minho’s or Thomas’s point of view in which Newt and y/n are in that “skinny love” stage and are very shy around each other. You know, maybe brushing hands at a bonfire, blushing a lot, grinning at the other person when they’re not looking and being disgustingly adorable?

“Let me show you.” Alby’s voice rang in my mind as I stared at his outstretched hand before me, offering to finally let me out of the prison they’d put me in. Shakily, I took his hand and followed him out into the place he called the glade. Boys rummaged about, engaging in various tasks and talking amongst themselves. “We eat here, sleep here. We grow our own food, and build our own shelter.” Alby explained, pointing out to various workstations nestled in the trees. “Whatever we need, the box provides.” He motioned towards the metal crate which I’d woken up in, the sheer thought of it sending chills down my spine. “The rest is up to us.”

“The box?” I looked back between to the godforsaken pice of metal and Alby in confusion. “Yeah. Then send em’ once a month with fresh supplies and a new greenie. This month that’s you.” Alby explained, hitting my arm to catch my attention. “Congratulations.” Before I could even process what Alby had said about the box, more questions swelled in my mind. “Sent up? By who though? Who put us here?” I asked. Alby looked to me sympathetically. He must have had the same questions every month. “That we don’t know.” He shrugged. I turned my eyes to the ground shyly, feeling Alby’s stare on my skin.

“Hey you alright, Alby?” Another voice came and my head shot up immediately. I watched as Alby’s smile grew instantaneously and then I glanced to see a tall, lanky blonde approaching, then someone a fair amount shorter trailing behind him.  “Geenbean, meet Newt.” The blonde took my hand in his and smiled. “When I’m not around, he’s in charge.” Alby said. “Well, it’s a good thing you’re always around then.” Newt stifled a laugh. “Listen, that was quite the dash you made earlier. Y’know for a second there I thought you had the chops to be a runner.” He raised an eyebrow with a mischievous grin. “Till you face planted.”

Before I could even question what a runner could have possibly been, Newt whimpered and pulled his arm in close to him, looking down at the person who’d dared to hit him. “Ah!” Alby grinned as a girl with Y/H/C hair and Y/E/C eyes appeared from behind Newt, shaking hands with me. “This is Y/N. She was the greenie before you.” Alby explained and I looked to the girl, even more questions pouring into my mind. “I thought you said there were no girls?” I furrowed my brows, looking between the three. Newt stood awkwardly close to the girl, looking down at her like he was stupefied. “Guess I lied.” Alby shrugged. “You two do me a favour? Go find Chuck will you?” Alby told Y/N and Newt and they nodded. I watched as Newt brushed his hand against hers, almost as if he were trying to grab it. “There he is!” Y/N piped up and took off like a rocket, Newt pursed his lips and rolled his eyes, quickly following after her.

“Look, don’t mind them. They’re pretty close.” Alby grabbed my shoulder and turned me around, guiding me somewhere else. “I think close is an understatement.” I muttered. It was obvious when two people shared some sort of connection that no one else could understand, and those two seemed to fit that picture pretty well. I looked back and saw Newt playfully pushing and shoving Y/N as they walked away. “Anyways, got something special planned for tonight. You’ll see.” Alby grabbed my shoulder again and lead me away, obviously tired of me glancing around the glade every chance I got.

“Light em up!” Alby hollered out to the boys who surrounded a mound of wood, all with flaming torches in their hands. All together, they tossed the flames at the wood and it ignited instantly, the flames soon rising high above their heads. Newt and Y/N were yet again side by side and I watched as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, only moments later to have her dragged off by some other boy. How she was the only girl in a place like this, I had no idea. But, she seemed to fit in just fine. When I looked back to Newt, the second-in-command seemed lost without his partner in crime. No matter where she went, Newt’s eyes were locked on her, a small grin plastered on his face.

It wasn’t long before I found myself situated against a log, staring out to the giant stone walls that trapped us in this place. “Hell of a first day, greenie.” A familiar voice sounded behind me and then a body slumped down beside mine. He handed me some sort of vile concoction and his words just seemed like white noise, my mind atrophied from the day. “What the hell is that?!” I exclaimed, looking to the drink with a disgust I was sure I’d ever felt before. “I don’t even know. It’s Gally’s recipe.” Newt stifled a laugh. “It’s a trade secret…” His voice trailed off as he turned to look at the fighting ring beside the fire.

I followed his gaze and sure enough, there was Y/N, in the ring fighting the tall, burly builder. Newt’s face was plastered with both jealousy and admiration as he gazed at her from afar, as if it was only safe to do so that way. “Yeah, well he’s still an asshole.” I grumbled, watching as Gally threw Y/N to the ground, making her gasp for air. Newt’s knuckles went white as he gripped the jar in his hand. I wondered why he hadn’t gone running over there yet, but guessed he was too afraid to. Good thing he didn’t because just as quickly as she had been thrown in the dirt, the girl jumped up and threw herself at Gally, sending him stumbling backwards.

“She can sure hold her own.” I scoffed. The whoops and hollers of the boys around the ring grew louder and louder, cheering on the girl. Now, it was if Newt wasn’t even paying attention, completely entranced by Y/N and I knew there was only one way to drag him back to earth. “Alby said you two are really close.” I said and the mention caught Newt’s attention immediately. “I guess.” He shrugged and tore his eyes from the fighting ring and back to the stone walls. “You guess?” I raised an eyebrow and caught his gaze for a few seconds before he darted his eyes away shamefully.

“Why don’t you just tell her? Don’t even try to deny how you feel about her. I can see it.” I furrowed my brows and watched as Newt’s face flushed red. “That’s a lot easier said than done.” His face went stolid and stared out into the dark. Here I was, not even able to remember my name, and I was trying to convince someone to admit their feelings. “What do you mean?” My questions had seemingly shifted from being all about where I was and who put us here to solely Y/N and Newt. The blonde propped himself up slightly and looked at me with a set of eyes I knew hid an intolerable amount of pain behind them. “You think that in a place like this, she hasn’t heard the same thing from just about every other boy? She wouldn’t believe me. Wouldn’t believe I was being genuine, unlike the rest of the shanks around here who say they care just for fun.” His question really did make me think. Being the only girl amidst forty or so boys, some had to have already admitted the same thing Newt wanted to.

“And listen, the truth is…” Newt muttered. “In a place like this, things like that don’t last.” Something about the way Newt said it was like a warning that made me refuse to ask any more questions about the girl. He went on to talk about the maze and I finally got the answers I’d been waiting for about the runners. After a while and being brought to the point where I felt as if my mind might just implode, Newt patted my back. “Alright, that’s enough questions for one night. C’mon, listen, you’re supposed to be the guest of honour!” He exclaimed, trying to drag me to my feet. I tried to rebuke but he tugged at my arm even harder. “No, no. C’mon, let me show you around.” He insisted and I reluctantly followed him towards the crowd.

As Newt showed me around, he explained the various different groups of people, the builders, slicers and medjacks. “And where does Y/N work?” I stopped Newt and his face lit up, a small smirk crossing it. “Well, she used to work with Clint and Jeff, but boys started injuring themselves on purpose just to see her. So, she works in the gardens with me now.” He said. “Bugs me every bloody day to convince Alby to let her be a runner.” The blonde rolled his eyes. We stood beside the fighting ring now and I could hear the shouts growing louder. “You should let her. She seems like a good fit by the way you make it sound.” I admitted and Newt’s face dropped. “Did you not listen to what I said? No one should want to be a runner. Especially her. It’s not safe.” Something about the way Newt said it definitely indicated that it was him stopping her from going into the maze. “Plus, she’d have to get chosen.”

Before I could ask, a body slammed into me from behind, sending me stumbling forwards. “My bad - sorry.” A soft voice met my ears and I didn’t even have to look up to see who it was. Y/N was being pulled up off of the ground by Gally and she looked to me apologetically. “What do you say greenie? Want to see what you’re made of?” Gally cocked an eyebrow and stood tall, everyones eyes fell on me. “Greenie, greenie!” Everyone started chanting and Y/N patted me on the back. All of the gladers circled around the ring and Newt stood shoulder to shoulder with Y/N, taking her hands in his and wiping the dirt away, checking for cuts and bruises. I could see as Y/N’s face visibly became redder as Newt wiped the dirt from under her eye gently. He cupped her face in his hands and said something, a wide smile growing on both of their faces before he finally let go. His eyes met mine and I raised an eyebrow at him to which he responded by sending a glare back that very obviously said ‘shut up, greenie.’

Despite trying to not be completely annihilated by Gally, I couldn’t help but keep glancing to Y/N and Newt. In a way, it was nice to see a relationship like theirs in a place like this, desolate and devoid of life. But, in another way, it was saddening. Newt looked to her like she was the only thing he saw. Yet, she never seemed as infatuated with him as he was with her. When she thought no one was watching, I knew Newt was. I could tell he heard every word she spoke, even when she thought no one else was listening. With him, she’d never have to be alone.

After being thrown into the dirt time and time again, I’d finally remembered my name and the fight was ended. I stumbled my way over to the fire where a few boys talked amongst themselves quietly. “Hey Thomas!” Y/N piped up and jumped down beside me. I smiled lightly at the girl. “You’re pretty good! Wanna fight me next time?” A mischievous grin rose on her face. After seeing her fight with Gally, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Luckily, before I could answer, Newt slumped down in the tight space between us. “There you are, love.” Newt threw his arm over Y/N’s shoulder and pulled her close, ruffling her hair, earning a small laugh from her. They’d been apart maybe twenty minutes and Newt was acting like he hadn’t seen her in days. Y/N seemed to shrink under Newt’s arm and she pulled her legs close to her chest, crossing her arms over them.

For a while, the three of us talked about the glade and what tomorrow might be like. It was almost as if Y/N was adverting her vision from Newt. I couldn’t blame her, having someones eyes burning holes in your skin every hour of the day couldn’t be pleasant. Her focus was on me as I spoke and Newt’s was stuck on her. I may not have known either of them well, but I wasn’t clueless. It wasn’t like Y/N was pushing Newt away any time he came close. And it’s not that she was ignoring him, she was just trying not to show how much she cared. When Newt finally finished what he was saying, silence swelled around us until Chuck came sauntering in, calling my name. “Thomas! I set up your hammock.” He said proudly, waving for me to follow him. “I uh - better go.” I muttered and stood up. “Oh, and Y/N?” I caught her attention and Newt gave me a puzzled glance. “Newt has something really important to tell you.” I smirked and turned on my heel.

I sat in my hammock looking out to the walls yet again when I heard some people approaching the sleeping area. Most of the boys were already asleep and I knew it had to be Newt and Y/N. “Newt!” The girl whispered curiously, trying to catch up with the blonde who strode forwards. “Just tell me!” She pleaded and in that moment Newt caught my gaze and sent a forewarning glare. I shrugged with a smug smile and he rolled his eyes. Just as I had expected, a few hammocks down from mine, Y/N and Newt sat down in their own right beside one another. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” Her voice was earnest and quiet, Newt shuffled around uncomfortably. “Y-Yeah…” He stuttered. “Newt, c’mon. I won’t judge.” She stifled a laugh and I could see her searching his eyes for some sort of truth. His entire body was tense. So much so I could almost feel it from where I sat. He looked like he was about to burst, all of his emotions boiling up inside of him. “Fine! You really want to know?!” He spat and Y/N jolted back a little. “I like you! A lot! Ever since I pulled you out of that box! But I never told you because… because you have no idea what it’s like… To like someone so much but know that they’ll never see you the same way.” Newt let out an exasperated sigh and thew his face into his hands frustratedly. Y/N gently pulled them away from his face. “I never said I didn’t?” She mumbled and Newt immediately dropped his hands, his face softening. “I just - I thought after all of the other boys… you’d never believe me.”

“Newt… Of course I believe you.” She tilted her head and looked to him with sympathy. “I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything earlier.” She apologized, darting her eyes away. “It’s not your fault.” He shook his head and lunged forwards, wrapping his arms around her tightly. “THANK GOD! IT’S ABOUT TIME YOU TWO!” Minho cried out. “NOW, GO TO BED!” The few boys who were awake all laughed and I watched as Newt nestled his head into the crook of her neck as if it was the first hug he’d ever received. For a brief moment he opened his eyes and looked to me as if to say ‘thanks for the embarrassment.’

boyfriend!tom things

-sticking your cold feet under his butt on the couch when you’re just chillin out

-when he vacuums and is carrying around the long cord he flips it around like a whip sometimes with stupid sound effects because he knows it always makes you laugh

-when you go with him to premieres/press and stuff every so often he’ll catch your eye and either cross his eyes or wink or just smile really cute at you

-nothing hotter than when he’s driving and he slides his hand into yours on the center console and lifts it to kiss the back of it. or rests his hand on your thigh

-he would have his hands just casually down your pants all the freaking time like whenever y’all are snuggling on the couch or in bed and he had a hand near your hip he’d just slip his fingers underneath the waistband of your pants or your underwear not even in a sexual way he would just do it out of habit and rub little patterns on your hips with his fingers

-he loves watching you put your hair up like he gets in a trance every time you put it into a messy bun he just thinks it’s so cute

-when he spoons you in his sleep sometimes his hands will drift up your body until one of his hands is basically just holding your boob in his sleep lol

-you’re an intense knee bouncer, like, rock the table at a restaurant knee bouncing, and it used to annoy him but now he’ll just put his hand on your knee to tell you to stop and keep it there so you don’t start again

-when you wake up in the middle of the night and you’re far apart on the bed you’ll move in close to him again and he’ll unconsciously snuggle into you more or nuzzle his face against your hair or your back depending on how he’s sleeping and it’s the cutest

-you send each other lil videos or links that remind you of each other all the time

-he does this weird thing where he refuses to dirty a spoon if he feels like he doesn’t have to so he’ll like eat a cup of applesauce without a spoon and you always mock him for it even though it’s honestly kinda sexy but you’ll be like “hey when you’re done eating out your applesauce can you…” and he’ll push his hand in your face or flick you or some shit

-frequently when tom is gone he’ll text you super random questions out of the blue at random times like “what’d you have for dinner?” and it always makes you smile because you know he’s just missin you :’)

-he’s not afraid to post on social media about you and you make frequent appearances on his insta. esp when he’s really deep in the feels while he’s away he’ll post cute instas of you with sappy captions like “missing you ❤️” or “soon needs to come sooner”

-also always comments on your instas shit like “😍 😍 😍” or “baaabe” 

-gently touching his face post-sex when you’re in that romantically-stare-at-each-other mode and tracing over his nose and his lips and that freaking left eyebrow

-when he comes out of the bedroom in the morning yawning and stretching and his shirt rides up a lil and he’s wearing those low-riding sweatpants anyway and you see a nice bit of his stomach mmm yeah

-watching Your Show™ together all nestled against his chest and sometimes you get really comfy and sleepy and he pinches your side every so often to make sure you stay awake for it

-and when he’s away you try to watch episodes together at the same time in your respective locations but frequently he isn’t be able to and you watch the new episode without him and he threatens you like “if you spoil ANYTHING for me” even though he’s the one who struggles with keeping spoilers to himself

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we got a lot of requests for more parts of living with tom, so this is sort of a cross between that and just some random thoughts we had about boyfriend!tom :) 

hope you liiiiiiike

xoxo, L & A

dogs; tom holland

pairing: tom holland x reader word count: 1,007 summary: you move to kingston and live near tom. you both see each other in the park where you are walking your dog, but you are to scared too talk. one day you do and hit off very well.  warning: comedic swearing request by @xzoelliex (I hope you like it) my other work

You dropped down on your bed and sighed loudly. You had just gone through a very stressful and long moving process. You finally made it through. Your dog, Bolt, jumped up on your bed. He also dropped down tiredly. Your scratched his head, moving your fingers through his beautiful white fur. Bolt was a fully grown, white, german shepherd. And a very cute and goofy one. ‘You wanna go out?’ You asked softly. Your dog looked up and his tail started moving from side to side. ‘You wanna go out babe?’ You asked in a more exciting tone. Bolt jumped off the bed and ran down the stairs. You got out his leash and went on a well deserved trip to the park. 

‘C’mon Tess’ Tom said as he lead his dog to the park. Usually the park was empty, not a lot of people knew this park. But today there was a girl with a dog, you. He slowly entered the park and watched you from a distance. You were playing with Bolt. ‘Go get it, boy!’ You yelled after your dog, who was running after a fetched bal. Tom sat down on a bench and listened to you with a smile on his face. 

Tessa impatiently jumped against him, because she wanted attention. He didn’t notice and just petted her. But then she started whimpering. Tom looked down at her and quickly swapped his smile for an apologetic look. ‘Oh, I am sorry darling’. Tessa sat down next to him and he kissed her head. ‘See that girl over there, should I talk to her or not?’ He asked his dog. But she just jumped of the bench and started running around for a bit. ‘Of course you don’t give a shit’ He muttered and got up. 

When he got up you spotted him. You could say you lost the ability to breathe. That was Tom Holland and his adorable staffy, Tessa. He was running after her. His shirt lifted and you could see the skin on his side profile. He was one of the hottest people you had ever witnessed. The question ‘should I talk to him’ bounced around your head. You decided not to, you were too scared. You gave bolt a treat and headed home. 

Tom had watched you leave and waited about five minutes before he aggressively pulled his phone out of his pocket and called Harrison. 

‘What’s up?’ Harrison asked. ‘Mate, I just saw a girl in the park and I couldn’t take my eyes off her, but i was too scared to talk to her’ Tom said. ‘Hahaha, wuss’ Harrison laughed at him. ‘Hey! don’t laugh at me’ Tom laughed a little himself. ‘She had (y/h/c) hair and a figure, just how I like it’ He described you like he had seen you multiple times. ‘Oh yeah, seems perfect’ Haz responded. ‘I’d say you go back tomorrow and see if she’s there and talk’. 

‘I guess I’ll do that, thanks bro’ Tom said and they ended the call. 

The next day around the same time you took Bolt out to the park. ‘Come on buddy, let’s see if the pretty boy is in the park’ Yo said. Bolt heard the word park and ran to the door. 

When you walked into the park you saw him. He was casually squatted in front of Tessa. ‘Now walk up to him’ you whispered to yourself. ‘I am not just gonna walk up to him and talk, what the fuck are you thinking’ you commented on yourself. 

You and Bolt strolled into the park and you threw a ball for him to get. Suddenly you hear someone yell; ‘No, Tess! Stay!’. It was Tom. Before you knew it she bumped into you causing you to fall on the ground. Tessa jumped on you and licked your face. You laughed and tried to get up to pet her. ‘Tessa! Tessa, get of her!’ Tom ran over to you and his dog. Tessa got off you and ran to Tom full of excitement. He sat her down and looked at her. ‘Tessa, bad girl’ He pointed at her.

‘Oh she not such a bad girl. She was just excited’ You chuckle. Tom looks at you with wide eyes. He was so embarrassed and thought you would be pissed. ‘You’re such a pretty girl aren’t you?’ you said to Tessa and petted her as she looked up with pride. 

‘I am really sorry she knocked you over’ Tom and you stood up. ‘Don’t worry about it’ you smiled at him. 

You felt Bolt nudge your leg. ‘Oh and who is this?’ Tom chuckled and looked down at your dog. ‘This is Bolt’ You said. Tom squatted down again. ‘Hey bud, how are you?’ He petted his head. Bolt started barking at him. 

You squatted down as well.’Hey, be kind’ You said to Bolt and pecked his head. ‘Easy, bro. Just trying to be nice’ Tom said as he kept petting the dog. ‘He is a really good looking german shepherd, uh’ He was looking for your name, which he did not know. ‘(Y/n)’ You said with a smile. Tom held out his hand. ‘Tom, nice to meet you’. You shook hands.

‘Are you new here in Kingston?’ He asked as you both got up again. ‘Yeah, just moved here for work’ you said. ‘That’s why I haven’t seen you around before. Well, I saw you here yesterday and wanted to talk, but I was a bit afraid to,’. You chuckled at his comment. ‘I was wondering if you’d like to go out some time?’.

He asked you out. He asked you out! ‘Y-eah, yeah I’d love to’ You tried to get out of your mouth. ‘Great, can I have you’re-’ Tom was caught off by sudden thunder coming from the sky. Rain fell down on you within seconds and the dogs both cried in fright of the thunder. 

‘You wanna get a cup of tea at my house?’ You asked. 

‘Yeah, tea would be nice’  

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i love you - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You and Tom say “I love you” for the first time.

Tom had known he loved you for a little while. It had really solidified for him several weeks earlier, a week after he’d met your parents. He’d had a rough work week in LA, and had planned to visit you for the weekend, but wasn’t sure he was up to it come Friday morning.

So with a bit of reluctance, Tom flew out as planned and found himself knocking on your apartment door, excited to see you, but tired and grumpy all the same.

When you opened the door, you gave him a sympathetic smile and pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m glad you’re here,” you said, pressing a kiss just below his ear.

He dropped his bag in the living room and returned with you to the kitchen, where several pots and pans were resting on the stovetop. Spoons, measuring cups, and spices were scattered across the counter next to a printed recipe.

“What are you making?” he asked, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stirred.

“That thing your mom always makes, that you made me when I was sick last month? I thought it’d be nice to come back to.”

He quirked a smile at that, genuinely taken aback by your thoughtfulness, and lifted his head to press a kiss to your temple. “I’m gonna go change,” he said, grabbing his bag and taking it to your bedroom.

He came back a minute later shirtless and in gray sweatpants, stretching out on your couch. “Mmm, I forgot how comfy your couch is,” he called over his shoulder to where you were in the kitchen.

You quickly wiped your hands on a dish towel before strolling into the living room and plopping down next to him. You snuggled into his side as he lazily scrolled through his Instagram feed with squinty tired eyes. After a few minutes you spoke. “So…you had a really long week?”

He sighed, dropping his phone on the coffee table and wrapping his arm around you. “Yeah. Lots of paps. Everywhere, all the time. And then my manager’s been calling me nonstop about a new deal we’re negotiating. I didn’t really get any sleep.  I just feel drained.”

“I’m sorry, baby. Hopefully you’ll catch up on some sleep this weekend.”

He nodded his head, running his fingers up and down your back. “How has your week been?”

“Eh, y’know-”, you were about to respond when a loud alarm sounded from the kitchen. You sat up startled.

“Wha-”

“Oh fuck!” you exclaimed, racing into your smoky kitchen to pull your burning lemon sage chicken out from the oven.

Tom came running in behind you, assessing the situation, before grabbing your discarded dish towel to fan the smoke away from the alarm. You threw the burnt chicken on top of the counter, shutting the oven with a huff before grabbing another dish towel from the drawer to help Tom fan the smoke alarm.

Tom looked over to your frazzled state and frustrated expression. Your hair was sticking up in all different directions, you shirt was covered in splattered lemon sage sauce, and your cheeks were flushed red both from the heat and embarrassment. Tom couldn’t help but smile, and it dawned on him that he was crazy for even questioning whether he wanted to spend his weekend next to you.

“What’s so funny?” you questioned when you noticed Tom staring at you, giggling, and cracking his first real smile that night.

“Nothing, I just.. I -”

I love you, he thought to himself.

He’d kept it to himself that night. He hadn’t wanted to scare you off, or ruin what you guys had. But as time went on, he found himself thinking it more and more often, and getting closer to letting it slip out.

A few weeks passed and another weekend scheduled for you to visit Tom on his press tour rolled around. It was late and the two of you were fooling around in his hotel room.

You were straddling Tom on his bed, and he was extra eager, as it’d been a couple weeks since you’d been together. He roughly pulled your shirt over your head before reattaching his lips to yours. He reached around your back to unclip your bra, but got thrown off by your new clasp-less lacy bralette. Frustrated, he tugged too hard and ripped it down the back.

“Tom!” you laughed, pulling away from him in surprise.

His jaw dropped a little. “I swear I didn’t mean to do that. I’ll get you a new one, I promise. I am so sorry.” He chuckled at the stunned look on your face, making you laugh harder.

“It’s okay,” you giggled. “I still love you.” You paused for a second, realizing what you’d just said, and quickly pressed your lips back to his in a panic thinking, Dear god I hope he somehow didn’t just hear that.

He gripped your waist but pulled his mouth away from yours, certain he’d heard the words he’d craved for weeks. “What’d you just say?”

“Nothing,” you said, moving his hands up to your breasts in an effort to distract him and leaning in to kiss him again.

After briefly allowing your lips to press to his, he pulled away again, flipping you over and pinning your hands down on either side of your head.

“Tell me again,” he said with a smile.

“Hmm?” You scrunched your forehead still trying to deny what you’d confessed.

“Tell me again,” he teased, kissing your jaw, “that you love me.”

“Did I say that?” you teased back, wiggling your body in attempt to break free from his grasp.

“Mhmm,” he smiled into your neck before pulling back to look at you and releasing your wrists.

You sighed in defeat, wrapping your arms around his neck. “I guess I did….because I do. I love you.”

He grazed his upturned lips against yours. “Good. Because I love you too.”

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Title: Arguments & Ice Cream

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I sat on the couch zapping through the channels and letting out a sigh. Grabbing the TV paper, I let myself fall back against the backrest before checking the program. “Tom?”, I called out for my boyfriend but I got no response. “Tom, which movie do you want to watch tonight?”

Still getting no response, I stood up and entered our bedroom. “Tom, where are you?”, my voice was loud, probably loud enough for our neighbours to hear. “I’m here, darling!”, I heard his voice and turned around, heading for the bathroom. His head popped out of the door frame, his eyes curiously looking at me.

“What’s the matter?”, he wanted to know before I entered the bathroom. And then came the moment I realised he wasn’t wearing a shirt. There was a moment of silence and a grin on his face while my eyes swiftly gazed over his abs-covered abdomen and I leaned against the door frame. “Um, I just… eh, I wanted to know which movie we’re going to watch tonight?”, I asked him before my eyes nervously met his. I hated it when I got flustered around him. It’s just that I didn’t expect him to be shirtless!

“I told you I can’t tonight.”, the brunet boy sighed, the smile vanishing from his face. “What? But it’s movie night…”, I pouted, knowing that he couldn’t resist my puppy face. “I know, I know…”, he breathed, his gaze going to the ground. “And you didn’t tell me.”, I grumbled before I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Yes, I did! I got this thing tonight. It’s nothing big but…”, he began before I finished his sentence with an annoyed tone in my voice, “more important than movie night. I get it.”

I lightly pushed myself from the door frame, ready to think about another lonely evening but Tom stood in front of me, grabbing my wrists and placing my hands on his sides before wrapping his arms around me. The look in his brown eyes was as soft as his hot skin and a few strands fell on his forehead before he spoke up, “I’m gonna take a shower. And I think you should join me.” An annoyed scoff escaped my lips before his lips collided with mine in a passionate kiss which I couldn’t help but return. I was mad at him! But resisting him was simply impossible… His lips quickly wandered to my neck, sucking on the sensitive skin and my face blushed while my body slowly melted into his form. “It has been weeks…”, he whispered softly, his lips brushing over my ear while his hands caressed my hips. Yeah, somehow we didn’t have a lot of time for that since he’d been busy all the time.

With his teeth grazing over my skin and his hips pressed against mine it was incredibly hard not to moan but I managed to push him away from me slowly, my body instantly aching for his touch. “Tom, you should get ready for your thing.”, I mumbled, noticing disappointment in his eyes. “Did you just air quote me?”, he scoffed after he completely let go of me, his eyebrows narrowing. “Yeah, I did.”, I shrugged before I headed towards the bedroom. “Whatever…”, I heard him say under his breath, making my mood fall even more.

Laying down on my side of the bed and grabbing the book I was currently reading, I let out I sigh I didn’t know I was holding. I only heard that Tom was showering but decided to ignore the guilty feeling inside my chest. It wasn’t his fault that he was away so much… but I was so mad in that moment. Quickly getting lost in the lines of my book, time went by pretty fast and soon my half naked boyfriend entered the room without looking at me and stood in front of the closet.

I glanced over my book, our eyes meeting through the mirror and I quickly turned my attention back to my pages. But I had to look again, watching his shoulder blades getting covered by a white shirt and his legs by dark pants before he put on a matching jacket. Watching him putting on clothes was at least as entertaining as watching him taking them off.

He hesitated when he wanted to choose a tie, which was always my thing to do. Suddenly he stood in front of the mirror wrapping his tie around his neck and pretty soon I realised that it was my favourite, black tie with the light stripes. Our eyes met again and I looked at my book again, acting as if nothing had happened.

The tension between us was raising with every second that passed. “Do you expect me to stay or why are you giving me the silent treatment?”, he suddenly said, turning around to face me. “I just can’t believe you leave me again. It’s movie night!”, I exclaimed, smashing my book on the nightstand before standing up, “And it’s not the first time you do this. I’m just pissed off that I’m always looking forward to be with you and then you ditch me.” “I’m not ditching you!”, he objected, his fingers running through his hair, “They want me to be there, so I am there. Y/N, it’s my job. That’s what I do!” “Yeah, but you just told me that you can’t tonight. You could’ve told me a couple of days ago!”, I grumbled, crossing my arms in front my chest.

“I told you on Wednesday!” “No, you didn’t!” “Yes, I did!” “NO, YOU DIDN’T!”

A frustrated groan escaped his lips before he turned around and left our bedroom. I followed him, ready to continue our argument but he went into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. I let myself fall onto the couch, taking a deep breath. We had been arguing a lot lately. And I just wanted things to be easy again…

I was too busy staring at the plant next to the TV that I didn’t notice Tom approaching me from behind. “I’m going to go, now.”, he stated before touching my shoulder lightly. And it hurt. Not physically but mentally… knowing that he was leaving me again. “Yeah, have fun without me.”, I mumbled without even looking at him. I heard him sigh. Then he mumbled something under his breath. Then the front door slammed into the frame.

He was gone. Curling myself into a fetus position, I pulled a blanket over me. The following thirty minutes were filled with self loathing thoughts and there might have been a few tears.

But after I had calmed myself down, I grabbed my phone and called Harrison.

“Hey, Y/N! What’s up?”, he greeted me happily, immediately answering his phone. “Hey, Haz… Can you come over?”, I ask, a quiet sniff being audible. “Yeah, sure! Are you… okay?”, he wanted to know and I shrugged before I realised that he couldn’t see me. “I’m… it’s just… Tom ditched movie night.”, I replied sadly. “Again?!”, he mumbled, probably shaking his head. “Yes, again…He said he had, I quote, a thing tonight… and now I’m bored.”, I explained quietly. “Okay, I’m on my way.”, he responded and hung up quickly.

Too many minutes later the door bell finally rang and I literally sprinted towards the door but opened it relatively slowly. “Finally!”, I exclaimed after I saw Harrison smiling at me. “I bought ice cream since you sounded like you could need it.”, he laughed, holding up two cups of Ben & Jerry’s.

“You’re the best!”, I grinned, pulling him into the flat before rushing off into the kitchen to get spoons. After I went back to the living room I saw that Harrison had placed the cups on the table. “So you wanna talk about it?”, he asked carefully, his eyes looking at me softly. “No, let’s just watch a movie.”

But half an hour into the movie later, Harrison paused it after I had started telling him about what had happened today. I couldn’t keep all this in. I literally exploded, rambling and rambling.

“And then I said ‘Have fun without me’ and he just left! I mean, why?”, I sighed, taking another spoon of my ice cream, “It’s just… he always hugs me and kisses my cheek before he leaves.” With my feet laying on his tighs, he drawed circles with his thumb on my shank while I mentally thanked myself for shaving my legs this morning.

Harrison looked at me, sympathy in his eyes and took a deep before he spoke up, “But you have to see it from his perspective, too, you know. You were mad at him… of course he didn’t hug and kiss you. He probably thought that you just wanted him to leave.” “Yeah, you’re right…”, I mumbled, pinching the bridge of my nose, “I’m a horrible girlfriend.” “Hey, I didn’t say that! You’ve been dating for three years now and Tom’s still talking about how perfect you are.”, he claimed, his head tilting towards his shoulder while he looked at me.

I smiled to myself briefly, thinking about Tom saying those words to Harrison. “Yeah, but I’m so selfish and always whiny…”, I drifted off, watching my fingers playing with the hem of my shirt, “And we’ve been arguing a lot lately. Usually we only have these slight variances. And now…”, I sighed deeply before I looked at Harrison again, whose head rested lazily against the pillow tugged between his head and the backrest, listening attentively. After a few moments of silence I realised that he didn’t know what to say, so I continued, “And we haven’t had sex for 5 weeks now. That’s like… a new record or something.”

Harrison laughed loudly, shaking his head slightly at my open statement. “But I thought he wanted you to join him in the shower today?”, his eyebrows narrowed while a cheeky smile was on his face and I only shrugged.

“Yeah, but the times before he was either too tired or something. I’m probably so bad…”, I mumbled quietly, lowering my head before a question popped up in my mind and I looked at Harrison with raised eyebrows. “Did he say anything to you?”

Harrison shifted uncomfortably on his seat, stumbling over some incomprehensible words.

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Pancakes ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: nsfw !! au,  quickie sex, enjoy some nice n’ cute sin

summary: a game of ‘who gets turned on first’ with Peter in the avengers tower and obviously we all know who eventually will forfeit the game ;)

Today was a bountiful morning, the Avengers Tower was left all under the watch of Peter and you since Tony and the Captain had a mission to deal with. It was around 7 a.m. and you knew they wouldn’t be back until the late afternoon and since you were the mature one left in the building, you had to act as the adult who had to cook breakfast for Peter and you –because god help you if Peter was going to be the one who cooks for the both of you.

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Pancakes ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: nsfw !! au,  quickie sex, enjoy some nice n’ cute sin

summary: a game of ‘who gets turned on first’ with Peter in the avengers tower and obviously we all know who eventually will forfeit the game ;)

Today was a bountiful morning, the Avengers Tower was left all under the watch of Peter and you since Tony and the Captain had a mission to deal with. It was around 7 a.m. and you knew they wouldn’t be back until the late afternoon and since you were the mature one left in the building, you had to act as the adult who had to cook breakfast for Peter and you –because god help you if Peter was going to be the one who cooks for the both of you.

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trailer talk - boyfriend!tom

Summary: You visit Tom on set.

It’s been two months since Tom left to shoot the Spider-Man sequel, and you finally have some time off to go visit in Atlanta. The Marvel movie sets are always basically on lockdown to keep any info from leaking out, so when you arrive at the lot, you are asked to go straight to his trailer, even though Tom had let you know that he would not be offset for at least another two hours. Since this was the first time that you were visiting Tom on a Marvel set, the production team and security were kinda wary of you being in his trailer by yourself.

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Colors ; Peter Parker

WARNINGS: minimal swearing, fluffy

summary: reverse soulmate!AU in which case your vision of colors slowly fade as you meet your significant other

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Next To You

Imagine: After a loooong day of press, all Tom wants to do is sleep and cuddle.

Note: This is my first Tom/Spidey imagine so idk ???? I have no clue what I’m doing but if you enjoy it, like n reblog I guess !!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ PSA this is uneventful and a mixture of a lotta stuff but I’m trynna find my groove don’t judge !!

Word Count: 1100-ish

“Spiderman: Homecoming is out right now! Tom, it’s been a pleasure mate,” the interviewer spoke happily. 

You looked up from the essay which was situated on your lap, your eyes meeting Tom’s for a few seconds, a distracted smile flashing across his face before he continues to thank the man in front of him. You clicked your pen mindlessly as Tom stood up from his chair. Harrison sat next to you, scrolling through Instagram quietly. Peering over his shoulder, you looked down to the small digital clock which signalled that it was 11:09pm. Letting out a loud yawn, you stretched your legs. 

“Christ, you look like hell,” Tom snickered. He leaned over you, wrapping his arms around you to place a kiss on your head. 

“That’s what happens when you actually have to go to university and do assignments,” you replied sarcastically, looking up towards Tom expectantly. There was a slight pause before his reply. 

“Hi love,” Tom smiled cheekily, placing a quick peck on your lips. You smiled in return, looking up lovingly to him. 

“Um, where’s my kiss honey?” Harrison spoke mockingly, pursing his lips slightly. 

“Don’t be such a dick,” you laughed tiredly, punching Harrison lightly in the shoulder. The two boys let out a hearty laugh at your playful behaviour. Smiling, you stood up, eager to leave the stuffy, dark press room as soon as possible. 

“Are you allowed to leave yet?” Harrison queried, his eyebrow raising as he observed the basically empty room.

“I’m sure that was the last one for the day. They said I’d be finished by ten, so surely…” Tom wandered off, his voice getting softer as the sentence went on. Shrugging his shoulders, Tom searched for his press manager, James. With a quick two-finger salute, all three of you were on your way to your hotel rooms.

You led the way, your tired eyes drooping as you made your way towards the elevator. If you were this tired, you couldn’t even begin to fathom how tired Tom was feeling.

“You must be wrecked,” you chimed into the mumbling conversation the two boys exchanged as you walked through the lobby. Tom opened his mouth to answer, his arm making its way around your hip.

“Tom! Tom- wait!” Simultaneously, you all stopped to turn back towards the room where you had just left. 

“Would you mind staying back for a little while longer? We need to do a quick debrief before we continue tomorrow,” James questioned, his eyes hopeful. 

“No, yeah, of course! Jus’ give me a minute, yeah?” Tom spoke, forcing a smile onto his face. Nodding swiftly, James manoeuvred his way back towards the press room. 

“We’ll wait mate,” Harrison exclaimed, a reassuring smile tugging at his lips. 

“Yeah, you won’t be that long. We’ll survive a little while longer,” you spoke encouragingly. 

“No- no. We all know I’ll be in there for at least another hour. You guys head up. I’ll be there soon,” Tom assured.

Your eyes gazed over his wavy hair, which was in fact, a lot frizzier than you remembered it being at the beginning of the day. Pressing a slow, soft kiss to his lips you hummed.

“I’ll see you in a bit,” you whispered. 

After removing yourself from the steaming shower, you had half expected Tom to be laying down. However, when you came back to find an untouched bed once again, you couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

Picking up your laptop, you settled yourself on the bed. Your paper was propped up beside you, letting out a loud yawn, you stared back down at the bright. The clicking of the door’s lock signalled that he was finally finished work for the day.

“Jesus Christ,” Tom exhaled, his body crashing onto the bed, his head dropping to the pillow which your elbow rested on. 

You hummed, pushing your laptop away from you. Letting out a huff of frustration by the papers which flopped pathetically to the ground, your eyes flickered down to the brown-haired boy who lay, curled up, his eyes closed. The room felt silent as you gazed at the eyelashes which rested on his cheeks. 

Carefully lifting your hand, you pushed your fingers delicately through the smooth strands of his hair. Your fingers moved from the front of his fringe to the back of his head, something you had learned Tom was very fond of. 

Dozing in and out of consciousness, Tom gently grabbed your hand, bringing your wrist down to his mouth, peppering small kisses across it. A soft smile grew on your face at the simple, but loving gesture. You moved to lay down, resting your head just above his. With your right hand still clutched in Tom’s hands, you brought your left hand up towards his head once more, moving your body closer to his. Leaning down you pressed a gentle kiss to his head. 

“I’m so proud of you,” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly. You felt Tom’s face move upwards, his body shifting so he faced towards you. With his eyes closed, he brought his arm around your waist. Humming in response to your words

.“I love you,” he murmured, as you continued your caressing. An odd sensation of happiness streamed through your body as the words tumbled from his tired mouth. Those three words sounded like a foreign language as you realised how much time you hadn’t spent with him since his press tour had begun. Your quietness, nevertheless, had caused his bright eyes to meet your face, confusion ghosting his face.

Biting the inside of your lip, you couldn’t help but smile whole heartedly, letting out a loud laugh. Yet, this only caused Tom’s frown marks and confusion to grow.

“I love you,” you spoke sweetly, your face suddenly falling as you fell into a daze as you quietly overlooked his handsome features. Gently moving your hand to cup his jaw, you met his.

The dull lighting of the bedroom created the situation to become ten times more intimate. Tom hummed, licking his lips as he moved a stray piece of hair away from your face, tilting your head back slightly in the process.

Suddenly, his lips were on your lips, your collarbones and your neck. Searing heat began pumping through your veins, provoking a loud moan to tumble from your lips. Gasping slightly as Tom pushed himself above you.

It was a faint thumping on the wall behind you, however, which caused you both to almost jump out of your skin.

“Stop shagging! These are thin walls you know!” 

Although muffled, Harrison’s annoyance was perfectly clear. Melting into a pile of giggling, you could both barely contain yourself, attempting to catch your breath. A mischievous smirk fell over Tom’s face, the tiredness in his eyes now replaced with a glint of cheekiness.

“Should we figure out how thin they are?”