a/n:Hey!I just had this idea,based of the book:"we were liars".I usually don´t write long and angsty stuff,but there´s a first time for everything,right?Feedback,good or bad is always welcome and likes,comments and reblogs will be appreciated:)Ps.follow me on Tiktok for more of my writing:randomstufflol29
summory:Peter forgets something(or someone)very important and y/n helps him remember.
TW:Angst,a lot of it ig.Maybe swearing.Mentions of sex.Bad writing lol.Many mistakes.(English isn´t my first language)
Wordcount: 3745ish
Peter Parker had a rough year behind him,at least that´s what everybody told him.He can´t rememder much.Of course he didn´t forget everything,such as little glimps,like May´s birthday or Tony´s and Pepper´s Christmas party,but something is missing from his memories,something very important.Peter tried to ask the people around him,but they always said the same thing:"You have to remember yourself,it´s better if we don´t tell you anything."He couldn´t wrap his mind around why he couldn´t remeber this important thing in his life and why nobody wants to tell him about it,even though it would be easier if somebody just told him.Aside from the fact that he couldn´t remember most of his year,Peter continued living his life.He started his first year at college,goes on his usual patrols,works at Stark industries,spents time with the other Avengers and meets his friend,but he just can´t stop thinking about what he forgot.
It´s a normal Thursday evening,Peter and Wanda cook together and watch a movie afterwards,since Peter doesn´t have clases until 11am Fridays.In the last few days Peter started zoning out a lot and thinking about the last year more than he already does."Peter you´re doing it again."Wanda comments,eating her Lasagna while Peter already finished his second plate.That boy can eats a lot,very fast."Sorry,just can´t stop thinking about it."Peter responds."I think you´ll remember soon."Wanda says,pausing the movie and putting her plate down on the living room table."You think so?"he asks,unsure about what Wanda just said."I know it,now stop thinking about it for a while and get another plate,we still got plenty of the Lasagna.“she responds“Thanks Wanda."Peter answers and stands up.Around 1 am Peter and Wanda go to bed.Peter moved into the Avengers tower,when he started college,since it´s closer to his college,than May´s flat.This night,just like many,Peter can´t sleep.He had problems with falling asleep for a while,but he didn´t want to burden anybody with that problem,so he does what he always does,when he can´t sleep.He rereads the same book over and over again,until he falls asleep eventually,to survive the next day with a lot of coffee.He doesn´t know why he likes this book so much,it´s not the type of genre he would usually read,but somehow it became one of his comfort books.It´s only supposition,but somehow he thinks it´s connected to something from his past,something he can´t remember.
Due to his sleep problem,Peter drinks a lot coffee,otherwise he couldn´t get through the day,so even though he had one at home,he was on his way to his favorite coffee shop,to get another iced coffee.It´s 4pm and his clases for today were over.He enters the suprisingly empty coffee shop and orders his usual.Peter sits down at an empty table and starts reading his comfort book,while waiting for his coffee."Exscuse me.I love this book!I read it about 1000 times.It´s my comfort book."Peter looks up to see a girl,standing next to the empty seat in front of him,a very very pretty girl.You have a coffee in your hand and smile at Peter.Peter was never good with girls,especially with beatiful grils like you,so his hands immediatly start to sweat."You can sit there if you want."he says a little helpless.You smile at him again and take a seat."How do you like the book so far?"you ask Peter."I´m about half way through it,but I already read it a few times."Peter responds a little more comfortable,since he´s talking about something he likes."Oh so a true fan I see."you say,smiling.Something about your smile makes Peter feel good,it´s warm and comforting,but he doesn´t understand why,you are only a pretty girl he met at a coffe shop,right?"Yeah you could say that."he answere,smiling back at you.You let out a chuckle and suddelny something in Peter´s mind snaps."Do I know you from somewhere?"he asks confused."Sadly I can´t tell you,you wouldn´t believe me."you say,stand up and walk towards the door.Peter stands up quickly,grabs his coffee from the worker and follows you outside."Why wouldn´t I believe you?"he asks confused,when he catches up."I know you Peter,you just wouldn´t."you respond."Where do we know each other from?"he asks,grabing your arm,so you´re forced to stop walking."I can´t tell you,you have to remember yourself."you answer."Well I´m not really good in remembering for the last year."he says,frustrated and annoyed,because nobody,not even a random girl he met at a coffee shop,wants to tell him anything."I know Peter and I´m sorry for that,but I just can´t."you respond."How do you know my name?Just tell me please,I´m not going to remember."he almost begs you."I already said,I can´t tell you,but I can help you remember."you say."How tf could you do that?"he asks annoyed."Meet me at this place,tomorrow at 10am."you say,writing down the adress on Peter´s arm and walking away."How do I know you´ll come?"he shouts."I guess you just have to trust me Parker."you shout back at him,before completly leaving his seight.Peter couldn´t stop thinking about you for the rest of the day.He didn´t even know your name,but he knows he can trust you and when he went to bed,for the first time in a very long time Peter could sleep peacefuly.
Peter wakes up at 8am and walks into the kitchen."You´re awake early Peter,did you sleep well?"Wanda greets him."Very well,I´m meeting someone,,that´s why I´m awake early."Someone?A girl?"Wanda questions grinning.."No comment."Peter answers smirking."Alright,do you want me to make you some toast with eggs and a coffee?"Wanda asks."That would be lovely Wanda. I´m gonna take a shower while you make it."he responds and gives Wanda a kiss on the cheek,before entering the bathroom.Peter leaves at 9:30am and swings to the adress you gave him.He arrives about ten minutes early,but when he comes out of the dead end,where he changed,he can already see you waiting for him.It´s a pretty warm day and you are wearing a beautiful summer dress,which suits you perfectly.You didn´t see him yet,but when he watches you standing on the bridge and look down at the water he feels butterflies in his stomach.You turn around and see him walking towards you."Hey,you look pretty."he greets you,all the uneasines from yesterday gone.You blush and your smile combinated with the bright pink of your cheeks just melts Peter´s heart,letting him forget why he is really here."Thanks Peter.You don´t look bad yourself."you compliment him and for a second you are just two awkward teenagers standing on a bridge on a hot spring day."Shall we begin?"you ask,taking him back to reality."Sure,just to make it clear,you are not gonna answer me any questions,you are just going to show me things and try to help me remember?"Peter asks."That´s the plan."you agree and start walking.Peter follows you and realizes,that you are not too far from the coffee shop and that you´re heading to that exact place.
"Okay,we’re here"you say,as you arrive in front of the coffee shop."We were here yesterday.Why should this help me remember anything?"Peter asks confused."No questions,just trust the progress."you answer,dragging him into the shop."Now go and order a vanilla latte machiato with caramel sirup and cinnamon."you rell him and he looks at you with a confused look."Do you know how hot it is outside?And isn´t cinnamon a christmas/winter thing?"he asks and you roll your eyes."What did I just say Peter?"you respond."Yeah yeah trust the progress bla bla bla."he anwsers annoyed."That´s right,trust the progress,now go!"you say,slightly amused.You give him a last smile and thumbs up and he goes up to the bar.The guy who works there gives him a strange look,but still does the order of course.Peter comes up too you with the coffee in his hand and you smile at him."You enjoy this,don´t you?"Peter asks."Maybe a little bit.Let´s go outside."you respond grinning."But it´s even hotter outside and what am I supposed to do with the coffee?"he responds annoyed making you laugh.Your laugh gives Peter this feeling of comfort he didn´t felt for a long time,before you crossed his way."You need to stand right here,"you drag Peter to a point where he stands directly under the sunlight,"and now drink the coffee."Peter obeys,knowing arguing with you would be useless.He drinks the way too hot coffee for this way too hot day.A memory,a very important one crosses his mind.He did this already,drank this way too hot coffee on a way too hot spring day with a pretty girl."I think I remember something."he says quietly,still fascinated by the fact that he actually remembers something for once."What do you remember?"you ask,even though you knew what he meant."I met a girl here.She spilled her hot coffee all over me and bought me this coffee as an apolagy.I was confused why she would drink a hot,winter themed coffee in spring,but when I tried it,I understood.It´s the pure irony that makes it so good,drinking a hot winter drink in spring isn´t how it´s supposed to be,but it still works."Peter has never been happier and you smile at him,like you were just as happy about him remembering something,even though it´s almost impossible."I know you said I‘m not supposed ask questions,but can I still do it?Just one simple question?"Peter asks.You are both so happy right now,that he just needs to ask."Fine you can,but it doesn´t mean I will answer it."you resond."Alright,what´s your name?"Peter asks and you let out a chuckle."You are lucky,this is a question I actually can answer.Y/n y/l/n."you answer and Peter gets even happier.Y/n y/l/n,the prettiest name he ever heard."Peter Benjamin Parker,nice to meet you y/n."Peter says,making you laugh. "We need to get going now."you say and start walking,while he follows you like a puppy.
Peter had so many qustions.Why did you knew exactly what to do,so he could remember things?Why did you know him so well?Are you the girl he met at that coffee shop?Probably not,right?He would have remembered it,if you were that girl,he was pretty sure about that.But if you aren´t that girl,how did you knew about the coffee?Peter also had some questions,not about his memories,but about you.How old are you?You look like his age,maybe a bit younger.Do you have siblings?What´s yout favorite color?What do you like to do in your free time?Do you have a boyfriend? He thinks about the last question more than he probably should,but he just can´t help it.You are funny,probably really smart,sweet,the prettiest girl he´s ever seen and he can´t even find the right words to describe what he feels when you smile at him."Do you have a boyfriend?"Peter blurbs out."I´m not gonna answer this question."you respond laughing."Is that a yes or a no?"Peter asks."Like I said, not. gonna. answer.this.question."you respond and Peter pouts."It´s unfair,you know so much about me,but I barely know anything about you."he says a little whiny."You will,I promise.But in my defence,I´m not the one that can´t remember."you tease him."That´s not fair!"Peter says,sounding like a little child,making both of you laugh.
"Are we there yet?"Peter asks like an unpatient 4 year old on the way to Disney Land."Almost."you answer shortly.You walk into a beatiful little park with a little lake in it."Hey,I know this park.I always swing over it on my patrols."Peter says."Wait I mean-"he starts,realizing what he just said,but you interrupt him:"Don´t worry I know you are Spider-Man,no need to shit in your pants Parker."He gave a sigh of relief and you laugh at him,but the question:How do you know so much about him?pops up in his head again.Luckily he didn´t have much time to think about it,because you start dragging him to the lake."Look around closly and try to remember."you say like it´s the easiest thing in the world.Peter does as he gets told and looks round.The park is beatiful.It´s surronded by huge trees,ducks live at the lake,children play hide and seek,couples enjoying the hot day with a picnic and a wooden bridge leads to a little island in the lake.Something in his mind snaps and he remembers something.Without saying something he walks towards the island and you follow him quietly.On the island he looks around again and the memory gets clearer."Looks like you remember something."you comment while he still looks around."The girl I met at the coffee shop.I asked her out,we went to this park for our first date and did a picnic here.Everytime I wanted to do something special,I took her here.I asked her to be my grilfriend here and we said "I love you" here for the first time,while we watched the stars."he explains and you nod in agreement."I can´t believe this is working."Peter comments quietly with a smile on his face."Do you remember how she looked like or what her name was?"you ask,but he only shakes his head as respond."That´s fine,you will."you say happily."I´m hungry,do you want to get something to eat?"Peter asks."Nah,not hungry,but you can get something."you respond.You and Peter go a little hotdog cart.He orders 3 New Yorker hotdogs and eats them like his life depends on it.Like said earlier,that boy eats a lot and he eats it fast."Damn you finished those in seconds."you say laughing,while he whipes all of the ketchup he got on his face away.He just shrugs his shoulders in respond.
You are on your way to the next place,when Peter suddenly realizes something."Hey,that´s my aunt May´s neighberhood.Are we going to her flat?"Peter asks confused."Yup."you answer shortly."You know I lived there right?I probably would have already remembered something."he says."Yeah,but you also were at that coffee shop more than once and you still didn´t rembered something,right?"you respond."That´s true,but May´s flat is something diffrent.I lived there,I couldn´t just overlooked something like a vanilla latte machiato with caramel syrup and cinnamon."he argues."Well you did,because if you didn´t you would remember.Now let´s go upstairs."you say,entering the building.Peter opens the door with his spare key and you enter together."May?"Peter shouts,but no ones responds."Looks like she isn´t home."Peter whispers for no reason."Thanks for this incredibly helpful information,I didn´t realized May isn´t home,when you shouted her name and no one responded."you answer ironically,"Very funny."he responds,slightly annoyed."I know,I´m hilarious."you say cockily,making Peter roll his brown eyes,but he can´t help it and smiles."Okay we are in the flat,now show me the vanilla latte machiato with caramel syrup and cinnamon,I apperently overlooked,even though I lived here."he says and you roll your eyes in annoyance.He still does the bad coffee reference and it´s getting on your nerve,but you decide to ignore it and you enter his room."Look under the mattres."you say and he shakes his head in amusedmend.He looked under his matress about a thousand times,no way he overlooked something.But when he lifted the matress,he saw it."What the fuck,how did I not see this?"he asks shocked.One of the wooden slats is broken and taped together wit duck tape."You didn´t had the backround information,that´s why you oversaw it,but I think you remebered the second you saw it,right?"you ask grinning.Peter nods embarresed."How did this happen Peter?"you ask him,trying to sound as innocent as possible."Do you really make me say it?"he asks embarresed,burrying his head in his hands."Yup,you doubted the progress and now you have to take consequenzes for that.And it´s pretty hilarious seeing you all flustered."you answer amused."Fineeee,we broke the slat while ... for the first time."he mumbles so you can´t understand that one word right."While what?Jumping on the bed for the the first time?"you ask smirking,probably enjoying torturing this poor boy a little too much."WHILE HAVING SEX FOR THE FIRST TIME,GOD!"he shouts,probably loud enough for the neighboors to hear.You burst oout laughing and Peter joins you.You can barely breath,when you finally come down."Don´t worry the other memories won´t be as embarrassing as this one,but also not as hilarious."you say before leaving the apartment.
"How many places do we still have to go too?"Peter asks,trying to find out how much time he still has with you."Just 2 more and you should probably remember everything."you explain."Oh."Peter is a little disapointed,he had hoped to have more time with you,even though probably should be afraid of you,for knowing so much,but he isn´t.He feels a weird comfort when he´s with you,even though he doesn’t know you.You are just a girl he met in his favorite coffee shop 24 hours ago,who helps him remember things.Still,the last few hours were the best he had since a long time,you didn’t treat him like a glass figure that could break any second.You turn right,entering a empty dead end and stand still,which leans into Peter bumping into you.Peter holds you,so you won’t fall.Your bodies are pressed against each others and you share a awkward second,in which you both blush,after taking a step backwards.”Put your suit on.”you break the silence.”Now?”Peter asks a little embarrassed.”No in 20 years,of course now dipshit.”you respond laughing.Peter takes his suit out of his backpack and you turn around,while he changes.”Alright you can turn around again.”he says.”Why did I need to put on the suit?”Peter asks confused.”Because,”you turn him around,”you need to swing us on that building.”you answer.Peter doesn’t answer,just puts his arms around your waist and start swinging.All he can feel is you being close to him,you arms around his neck,him holding you close.He‘s glad you can’t see his face through the mask,because he can’t stop grinning.You arrive on the rooftop,a bit to early for Peter‘s liking.”Look under the bench.”You say calmly.Your eyes are closed and you enjoy the wind on top of the roof.Peter watches you for a second before walking up to the little wooden bench.He flips it around and sees a little writing on it.”Our little mountain in the middle of New York.Peter Parker and Y/n y/l/n Parker”It feels like someone punched his face,but instead of a fist,that someone used his left out memories.Every little detail about last year and about you came back to him.He turns around to look at you.You still had your eyes closed and Peter couldn’t help but smile.Just a second ago he was mad at you,mad at you because you didn’t told him,but now,all the anger vanished.It doesn’t matter anymore,he remembers now and maybe not telling him was the key.He steps closer to you,so he is only inches away.”It’s you.”you open your eyes and smile at him.”The girl I met at the coffee shop,the girl I went in the park with.The girl I asked to be my girlfriend.I can’t believe I forgot you.”Peter says,tears roll down his cheeks.”No shit Sherlock.“you respond laughing,making him roll his eyes.“But it’s alright,you remember now and that’s all that matters.”you say,with that comforting smile,Peter loves so much.”I love you.”he whispers.”I love you too.”You whisper back.”Y/n?”He asks hesitating.”Yes Peter?”you answer.”Can I kiss you?”he continues,barely hearable.“Of course you can Spidey,I’m your girlfriend.Did you already forget?“you and laughing.“Not funny.“Peter responds and leans in to kiss you.Peter feels every bone,every muscle and every cell in his body basically explode.He can’t describe the feeling he feels,when he‘s finally able to kiss you.It’s like thousand fireworks explode inside of his body,but 10,000 times stronger.
You pull away and rest your forehead on his.“Come on,we still have one station left.”You say and he pouts in respond.”Can’t we stay here,like forever?”he asks and you chuckle.”Come on,it’s very important Peter.”you answer.”Alright.”he says before giving you a short kiss on the lips and putting on his mask again.”Ready?”he asks.”Ready when you are.”you say smiling and you swing off your little mountain in the middle of New York.Peter changes into his normal clothes and you walk to the last place,holding hands.Peter doesn’t care that he still doesn’t remember everything,since you still have one station left,the only thing that matters is,that he remembers you.”We are here.”you are standing on the bridge again,where you met this morning.Peter furrows his eyebrows in confusion.”Look around,do your remember what happened here Peter?”you ask in a very serious tone.Peter scanes the area,but nothing pops up in his head."No."he simply answers."This bridge was rebuild 6 months ago,because something happened here.Please remember Peter,this is very important,okay?"you say,almost begging."Y/n what´s wrong?I remember everything that is important.I remember you,us.Why do I also have to remember this?Why can´t we just move on?"Peter asks."BECAUSE YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER EVERYTHING.It´s very important Peter please."you respond,tears start rolling down you face.Peter sighs and looks around again.And for the 5th and probably last time today,he remembers.He turns around to look at you again,biting the inside of his cheek to stop the tears."No it can´t be."he says,his voice shaking."What happened Peter?"you ask camly."Don´t make me say it."Peter answers,not being able to stop the tears."Peter what happened?"you ask,like you actually didn´t know the answer."I was fighting a villain,on this bridge.He knew my secret identity.He held you hostage,because he knew that you were important to me."Peter paused.He waited for you to say somethinng,but you didn´t so he continues:"We fought and the bridge was destroyed.You fell down with it´s pieces."Peter doesn´t want to say it,but somehow he knows he doesn´t have any other choice."You died May 15th,exactly one year ago.Your body was found two days later.It´s all my fault."he finishes,barely hearable,but you understod him clearly."No it wasn´t Peter,it was no ones fault.I need you to understand that,okay?"you respond with a soft tone,which rips Peter´s heart out of his cest."No it is.It´s my fault you died.I-"Peter says sobbing,but you interrup him."Peter,it´s not your fault."He doesn´t listen to you,he continues talking about how it´s his fault and how sorry he is.And then,you kiss him.It´s not a loving and passionated kiss like you had on the rooftop,it´s a sad kiss,a goodbye kiss."Close your eyes."you say,after pulling out."No,please not."he answers."Peter,close your eyes."you repeat and he does,he closes his eyes,even though he knows what will happen,when he does."It´s not your fault.I love you."you say,giving him one last kiss on the cheek.
Peter doesn´t have to open his eyes to know that you are gone,forever.He falls on his knees,sobbing in his hands.Some people try to help him,asking what´s wrong,but he doesn´t repond.All he does is grieving,for the first time ever.It startted raining at some point,but he didn´t care.It´s already dark when Peter arrives at the Stark tower."Peter where were you?Why are you so wet?"Wanda asks worried,when he steps out of the elivator."Can we visit her,Wanda?"Peter asks."You remember."she respond understanding.Peter nods."Of course we can,but maybe it´s better when we go tomorrow morning."Wanda suggests,but Peter shakes his head."Can we go know please?"he asks begging."Okay,what about you go change first and I go look for some flowers?Can´t go there without flowers,right?"Wanda answers.Peter only nods and goes inside his room.10 minutes later they are on their way to the cemetery,walking in silence.Wanda knows the way to your grave and walks first,peter follows her,holding the flowers Wanda got from Vision this morning.He wouldn´t mind.Peter puts the flowers on your grave,falls on his knees and starts crying again.For a while this was all they did,Peter crying on his knees and Wanda trying to comfort him."I miss her Wanda."Peter says with a shaking voice."I know Peter,we all do."she responds."It´s getting pretty late Peter,we should go.We can come back tomorrow."Wanda says."Can you give me a moment?"Peter asks.Wanda nods understanding and starts walking away."I love you too."Peter says,kisses the gravestone and follows Wanda.
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Can you do a Bucky barnes x female reader angst based on Call out my name by weekend.....
Like Bucky and reader used to date and reader have been with Bucky in ugly times but he leaves her for someone else...
But reader having a happy ending and Bucky regretting........
By your big fan 🌝
18+ minors dni
Ex bucky x reader, destroyer chris x reader
That song is sexy as hell. I know this isn't straight up cheating but this smells of Bucket to me. sigh. Okay. Here we go.
You really have been with him through everything. The absolute worst of times, holding him, cradling him, loving him through every nightmare, every breakdown, talking him through every insecurity he feels. You are his safe place, the one place he can cry and sob and be himself with no judgement.
You run your fingers through his hair while rocking him close to your body each night, deprived of sleep just like him but you'd never let him suffer alone.
Until.
He claims he needs a fresh start. The more he's with you, the more he remembers the dark sides of his past. You're special, but you remind him of every moment of weakness he's had. You don't remind him of happiness and hope. When he sees you, he sees the place he goes to cry and he doesn't want that anymore.
He just can't see a future with you.
It's over.
You're struggling to keep it together, your heart in pieces while he's flourishing, learning how to love himself now and be more independent. It's hardly been a few weeks until he has a new girl around. He thinks he's found happiness, there's a part of him that feels oddly hollow. There's something missing. He brushes it off because it'll pass and he's dating someone new anyway. She looks very much like you but that's where the similarities end. He learns that very quickly.
She's not sweet like you.
Not patient like you.
Not loving like you.
Not beautiful like you.
She's not you.
Bucky realizes his mistake very quickly, whatever stupid reasons he had for wanting to break up make 0 sense, he understands that now. He tries to have a conversation with you but it's impossible with the team standing in the way each time he comes by your room. Steve hasn't punched Bucky yet but he's very close to hitting him on the head with his shield if he comes to you one more time.
Bucky went looking for you in every girl he came across and it was never the same. You're all he can think of, and it doesn't stop him from calling you for. You can hear his cries at night, your name falling from his lips when he has a nightmare. He's whimpering and crying, he needs you back, he's so scared but he can't do anything about it, he made his choice when he left you.
He calls you for even when he shouldn't.
"Y/n..."
"What the fuck?!"
"I-
Bucky doesn't even bother correcting himself, simply getting off his newest hookup and putting his clothes back on. He doesn't even hear her screaming at him, truthfully he doesn't care, he can just think of you. He wants to call for you, he wants to be wrapped in your warmth, coming undone for you, making you feel good but it never happens.
When he sees you in Chris's arms, he doesn't know what to do with himself. Your new boyfriend won't let Bucky go near you with a 10 foot pole. He treats you like a princess. Just like you deserve. He's protective over you. He's always by your side.
"I love you sugar" He has you on his motorbike, parked outside the compound, his arms around your waist, trailing kisses down your face to your neck. "My pretty girl"
Bucky freezes seeing you both, seething watching the way his hands are stroking your waist, the waist he used to hold onto, the place only he used to be allowed to touch. When you see Bucky, your heart races. Anxiety takes over. You love your boyfriend but you can't help the new fear that has clouded your brain, a part of you is always scared he might leave just like...
"Baby, look at me" He breaks you out of your trance, his thumbs wiping away the tears you didn't even notice spill down your cheeks. "Sweet heart, I'm here" He holds you close to his chest, he knows everything that happened and he's ready to be patient with you and show you exactly how you deserved to be loved. "It's okay baby, m'not going anywhere"
Bucky hates himself even more because not only did he hurt you but you now also feared people would leave you without warning, just like him. He wants you back, every single day but it never happens.
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Nothing gets easier, even though a part of him is happy to see you doing better. Much better. You're smiling, laughing, surrounded by the team while you look open presents, giggling at the cute little onsies and baby toys the team has brought for the baby shower. Tony got your little one a tiny custom leather jacket to match his dad. There's a set of tiny silver rings. There are way more toy motorcycles than toy cars.
You're in your own world now, with your husband, a little baby on the way.
Maybe an FWB situation with BestestFriend!BuckyxAvenger!Reader they do it mostly for Bucky after a long, gruesome, taxing mission. Bucky made it clear that no feelings must be involved. He also made it clear that he’s not into her as he is still very much inlove and hung up with his ex. Basically this FWB situation mostly benefits Bucky, even Nat thinks it’s not really a FWB, just Bucky using her. But she doesn’t mind. Bucky is a good fuck. Like damnnn good. And if she can’t have Bucky as a romantic partner, she’ll take what she can get. Besides, Bucky told her that he doesn’t want an avenger or an agent as a partner. Too much danger and chaos for his heart. He wants to love a civilian like his ex, in hopes of living a normal life after retiring.
So, she starts distancing herself when she sees Bucky slowly trying to get back with his ex. Less sex, more excuses. But for some reason? Bucky does not like it. He does not like how you were not there anymore, how you don’t need nor seek him for the “benefit,” he’s also not that happy with whatever he’s doing to win his ex back. She doesn’t necessarily reject him when he asks for sex, just avoids him all in all. Day by day though, she consumes his thoughts and mind. Did he do something wrong? Say something? Forget something? What did he do to deserve this treatment from her? Bottom line, he misses her. What’s weird is, she’s still there as his best friend when he needs either steve or her. Just less of that benefits part
Then it grows progressively worse (for Bucky) from there as he sees her bring one night stands, to consistent and stable dates in their home. He’s still happy tho Bc if the date goes wrong or the one night stand doesn’t satisfy her, she goes to Bucky for a satisfying sex.
However, what pushes Bucky over the edge was one night filled with passion. Both of them feels this sex is different. One thinks he’s doing and feeling this extreme emotion Bc he’s angry while the other thinks she’s just frustrated. But the truth is? It’s passion and connection between them. She feels so good that she can’t help but blurt out “oh god I wish my future boyfriend/husband could fuck and fill me up like you do”
That’s it for Bucky. Those words are enough to make him feral. Just the thought of another man giving her attention, affection, love, adoration, and faithfulness makes him sick to the core. So, He fucks her with all his might, all his feelings. He fucks her with all the possessiveness and the green monster inside him. He fucks her in hopes of filling her full and deep that no other man can reach and own her like he does. (Maybe even breed her so that no man would actually be with her, but him)
Bc how bold of her to think that he would let another man touch her. That he would let her wear someone else’s ring and last name? That he would let her carry another man’s babies? No. Absolutely not.
Obviously this confuses her, but she thinks of it as part of their play. Maybe heat of the moment? Whatever it is, it’s hot and made their sex better so she didn’t question Bucky as of the moment.
Come next morning, she wakes up buried in bucky’s arms tightly and securedly wrapped around her as if she would disappear any moment. She has things to do so she attempts to leave but this just wakes Bucky up. She was abt to say something but Bucky just kisses her passionately yes Bucky now admits what it is. Not letting her go and aiming for another hot steamy possessive sex. Her words from last night ringing in his ears as she tries to leave.
Idk what to do next, I just want them to be happy and together in the end (maybe fast forward to their wedding? To them having twins?) 😭 then maybe the last line was like “well my love, you’re lucky your husband could fuck and fill you just like I did when we were fuck buddies”
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This is so perfect, i love this and that ending line is sending me, its so angsty and steamy and fuck it's so cute. Literally had to pull out a google doc to paste the request so I could look at my draft and the points side by side cause of all the details, I’m so sorry if I missed anything
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“Strictly sex?”
“Strictly sex”
Bucky’s lips smashed onto yours as soon as the words left your mouth, the both of you clawing off your tactical gear, throwing it off haphazardly. You didn’t even make it to the bedroom; Bucky had taken you right in the middle of the safe house floor, no prep, sliding into you and fucking you till the sun was up.
Moments earlier
The mission was long. Stressful. Violent. Bloody. You weren’t even sure if you’d make it but you’d both made it out alive. You’d noticed Bucky on edge the entire time, his jaw clenched, fingers twitching while you tried to patch up a few scratches on yourself.
“You okay Buck?”
“M’fine” He mumbled, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, resting on the wall of the jet letting out a strained groan.
“You don’t seem fine” You gave him a pointed look, clearly not believing him. “What do you normally do to relax” You cocked an eyebrow while Bucky stared at you, his eyes turning a shade darker.
“Fuck” His eyes bore into you, challenging you to ask more questions, his patience wearing thin. “I fuck”
“I can help with that”
*****
“So what’s with you and y/n?”
“Nothin’“
“You’re saying there's nothing?”
“I- I’m not over Lauren yet” Bucky shrugged, his mind constantly clinging onto his ex. She was the first girl he had dated in years and the first girl he felt anything for in a long time. The break up was mutual; his job took up long hours and the longer he was away, the more they grew apart. The split was made sense but he couldn’t let go of the lingering feeling in the back of his mind about how things would have been if he had just tried harder. Bucky set down the mug he was drinking from, leaving the kitchen while you entered. He gave you a nod, making his way to the gym to punch his feelings away. What if he had just tried harder...
Nat shrugged, not pushing the matter further but she never believed either of you when you both insisted there was nothing more between you. She knew damn well Bucky was using you to fuck his feelings away but it didn’t seem to bother you. You were more than satisfied with some super solder dick because it was good. Damn good. Still, she was a trained assassin and not stupid. Nat could see the way your eyes would linger on him for a second longer and the way you’d lighten up as soon as he stepped into the room.
“So you and Barnes are just friends, huh?”
“Obviously” You looked at her with wide eyes, hoping to ignore her question while you made yourself some tea but she continued to stare at your instead. “It’s nothing more than that. We hook up sometimes but it’s just casual”
“And you’re completely okay with things staying just the way they are?” She cocked an eyebrow, her eyes narrowed accusatorily as if she could see right through you. “You’re fine with always just being a quick fuck?”
“It’s what we both need, honestly, I’m fine with the way things are” You nodded, thinking back to a conversation the both of you had both had after a mission.
“If I ever settle down, it’d have to be with someone outside of all this”
“Outside of what?”
“This” Bucky waved his hand around, pointing to the arsenal of weapons you were putting away after yet another grueling mission. “All this avenger shit, saving the world. I just want to go home to something peaceful. normal. Leave all this behind and just exist with someone I love. I’d never date someone from the team or someone associated with this, it’s too much”
You felt a strange tightness in your chest at his words but you shrugged the feeling off, understanding where Bucky was coming from.
“So who do you think you’ll end up with Barnes”
Why were you asking him this as if you’d like the answer.
“Maybe someone like Lauren” He mumbled, “Just someone who isn’t a part of this. Normal”
You felt the tightness creep back up but you shoved it back down. After all he’d been through, he deserved a little bit of normal.
You took your tea and made your way to your room, sipping while you thought about Nat’s question. Were you okay with the way things were? He was a good friend to you and no doubt the only person who could have you screaming till your lungs were sore.
Still.
He was never yours.
He never saw you that way.
You were just a good fuck.
He always loved his ex.
It didn’t help that you’d recently noticed he’d been out more often. He didn’t say anything to you directly but you could tell he was trying to get back with his ex. Cut his hair. Cleaned up. Quietly going out and not breathing a word about where he was off to. You weren’t 100% sure what he was doing but it was enough for you to decided you had to pull back.
A few weeks later
Bucky frowned, hearing yet another excuse from you as you made your way to your room, softly closing your door and hearing the muffled noise of your TV switch on, not going to bed like you insisted. It had been weeks since he’d spoken to you properly. He couldn’t even remember the last time you had the benefits part of your “friendship” You were usually always slinking around him like a cat, your touch, your voice, your scent, some form of you always surrounding him.
Recently?
Nothing.
He didn’t like it.
Not one damn bit.
He hated that you didn’t wrap your arms around him randomly, whispering in his ear about how badly you needed him. Or the way you’d bite your lip looking over to him in the middle of the field, a silent promise of sucking his soul out as soon as the mission was over. Or how your back would arch off the bed, your thighs suffocating him, tugging the hair from his roots when he nursed from your clit as if your arousal quenched his thirst. Or the way he’d let his cum seep down your thighs, fucking it back into you with his fingers, getting you to lick them clean afterwards-
Bucky groaned to himself, shifting uncomfortably at the hard on he’d given himself thinking about you. It’s not even like he could go to you to get you to take care of it. The few time’s he’d tried to initiate something, you were tired. Had cramps. Not feeling well. Injured. Always something, leaving him high and dry, avoiding him all together. He decided to make his way down to the gym, punching his feelings away yet again, though this time they were over you.
A few more days had done by and Bucky was worse than before. Sure he was talking to his ex again, but he was more concerned over the growing distance between you both. You’d both agreed the benefits would stay just the same unless either of you got into a committed relationship and while he had reconnected with Lauren, they weren’t official....
Why did you avoid him so much?
Was it because of Lauren?
Why did he even try to reconnect with her...
How come you didn’t let him get close to you anymore?
He started to wrack and pick at his brain wondering where it all went down hill. Did he say something to you? He didn’t forget your birthday, he’d gotten you everything you’d ever mentioned, even the littlest things you figured he hadn’t paid attention to. So what did he do to deserve this? He’s pent up like never before and it’s not just sexually. It dawns on him that he needs more than just sex, he also needs your friendship, your softness, your laugh.
He missed you.
All of you.
Of course you were there for him when he needed you, patching him up after missions, keeping his favorite snacks always stocked up, listening to him vent about Sam. It wasn’t the same though. As soon as you did your job taking care of him, you were out of his hair and off to do something else that had nothing to do with him.
*****
Bucky thought it was bad before but now he was seeing red. He was silently seething, seeing yet another handsome stranger drop you off, kissing you and giving your ass a playful squeeze before letting you make your way inside. The worst was when your stupid dates would actually make it inside the compound and all the way up to your room, Bucky had never been more thankful for sound proof walls. He watched you carefully, your smile dropping as soon as your date drove off, kicking your heels off and making your way to the kitchen to pour yourself a drink.
Though Bucky despised seeing you after dates (unable to understand why he felt so strongly about them in the first place) there was one benefit to your rendezvous. One he wouldn’t openly admit to enjoying. A twisted part of him was happy when you didn’t enjoy yourself because while you would keep your distance from him on a regular basis, there were a few select times you’d relent and give into your needs. Like right now.
“Bad date?” He cocked his head while you downed the dark liquid in one go, slinking over to his side, the warmth of your skin radiating off you. You nodded, letting your arms drape around his shoulders, standing between his legs.
“Wanna help me forget?”
It happened often and left Bucky more tormented than before. He hated that you only came to him when you needed to forget your shitty date but what could he say when you were supposed to be just friends with benefits anyway. You have a hold on him he can’t even explain. A hold no one else had ever had on him before. Not even his ex.
His ex.
Bucky isn’t even sure why he had tried to reconnect with her. He realized there was nothing between the day he met her again after months. He remembered the relationship differently; rose coloured glasses making him forget that there wasn’t ever a strong connection between them. Now he was struggling to figure out why all of his thoughts were consumed with you. If that was the only way he’d get to have you then he’d take what he could get.
*****
Bucky smiled to himself when he heard the a soft knock at his door, opening it to find your semi disheveled state, your hair a mess, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt.
“Need something doll?” Bucky smirked while you rolled your eyes, pushing past him, walking right into his room. You were there for one thing and one thing only. He knew it and you knew it.
“You know what I need Barnes” You huffed, unsatisfied from your date who rubbed you like a scratch lottery ticket, asking if you had finished 30 seconds after. “He couldn’t find my clit” You shook your head, tossing your tshirt off, leaving you bare moving laying on his bed “Not that most guys can”
Bucky felt all of his blood rush down south, it didn’t matter how many times he’d seen you naked, how many times he’d had you spread out for him, he’d forever be taken with how perfect you looked wearing absolutely nothing. He palmed his boner as he made his way over to you, stripping all his clothes off before giving his cock a few tugs.
“Pretty sure I can” Bucky murmured, crawling onto the bed and spreading your legs in front of his face. “And if I remember correctly...” He nipped your inner thigh making, smiling to himself at the soft gasp that slipped form your lips, pressing a sloppy wet kiss right onto your clit “It’s right there, isn’t it baby”
You let out a whimper, nodding while he hummed, a cocky smirk curling on his lips. He pressing his hard cock against the mattress for some relief, the feel of your soft silkiness making him leak. “I know exactly where my pretty doll’s clit is, don’t worry your pretty head baby”
“He didn’t know how to touch you, huh” Bucky cocked an eyebrow when you silent shook your head, his thumb coming to rub soft circles around your clit, “You like it slow and gentle at first, hm? Barely touching you, teasing you a little before getting faster?” Bucky watched you carefully, your chest rising up and down faster as he started to apply more pressure, his blue eyes locked with yours. “Then you like it faster, just like this” He removed his thumb, twitching to his two fingers', coating them in your arousal before using his fingers tips to rub you making you moan louder, “That’s right, sing for me baby, sing for me while I play with your pretty little clit”
“I remember you loved when I did this...” He gently sealed his lips around your sensitive nub, suckling with the lightest pressure, his hands holding your thighs apart, loving the way you moaned just for him. He pulled off so he could use his tongue, lapping and twirling around your clit, groaning at the sweetness that coated his tongue.
“Need-need more” You moaned, getting louder as he pushed two fingers into you, curling them and speeding up his pace, grinding against the bed, his balls growing heavy. “Need your cock Bucky! Please fuck me” You grabbed at his shoulders, too desperate for just his fingers, needing to feel all of him.
“Okay, okay baby, m’here” Bucky cooed, as he came up, kissing your neck, jealousy creeping through his veins smelling the remnants of your dates cologne still lingering on your skin.
Another man. Who touched you. Felt your body.
Unacceptable.
“Need you” You moaned again, feeling his cock nudge against your soaked entrance, your thighs wrapping around his waist. Your eyes were practically pleading with him, rolling back when you felt him start to press into you, moaning into your neck.
“You have me” Bucky groaned as he shoved his cock into you, not giving you a second to adjust, his arms wrapped tightly around you, and pounding you right into the mattress. You cried out from pleasure, the air nearly knocked out of your lungs from his cock hitting your sweet spot, his cock starting to drip inside you. You could feel him all over, his body weight heavy on top of yours, the scent of his body wash, the scent of him, the heat off his body, the way he tasted when he smashed his lips against yours.
You’d hooked up plenty of times before but none of them were like this.
Bucky’s face was tucked into the crook of your neck, sucking dark bruises, gently licking and kissing them right after. His arms were holding you tight against him, rolling his hips so that he’d still be pressed against every inch of your body the entire time. It felt like he was trying to fuck the deepest depths of your soul, unrelenting, the bed post steadily thudding against the bedroom wall.
Bucky felt it too. Something more. He didn’t know what, maybe you were frustrated, pent up from being unsatisfied but he’d never had you like this before. Your legs squeezed his sides, your nails scratching down his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer. You were begging him for more, nearly crying, tears clouding your vision as he braced himself up slightly on his knees, fucking you even deeper. He savored your sweetness on his tongue, the smell of your shampoo, how silky and soft your body was. His cock was throbbing, threatening to blow sooner than he’d like, your pussy sucking him back in every time he fucked you.
Your hands went to card through his hair, your nails grazing through his scalp, drawing the sluttiest moan from Bucky, his eyes rolling back, fucking you even harder. You could feel your arousal squirt out of you at how desperate and delicious he sounded, squirming under him, feeling the wiry hair at the base of his cock rub against your clit.
No one else had ever satisfied you the way he did, touching you in a way that made your body light on fire. He felt so good, fucked so good, tasted so good, made you feel things everywhere. Your heart was screaming, wanting to making the night last forever, but forever wasn’t something either of you agreed on. He wasn’t yours. If only. If only you could always have this. You needed this. Exactly this. You tried to bite your tongue, your voice needy and broken, unable to stop the words from tumbling out as your mind swirled.
“Fuck Bucky I wish my future husband would fuck me this good, oh god-
You cried out as he growled, grabbing you and bringing your knees up, angling his hips till his thrusts made your belly bulge. He felt feral hearing your words, knowing you needed more of what he was giving you, what only he could give you. No one else would ever make you feel this good.
“Yeah? That what you want? Another man to fuck like me?” Bucky felt another surge of jealously course through his veins at the thought of another man having you the way he did. Another man touching you. Making love to you. Fucking you. Filling your tight cunt with their cum, breeding you till your belly was round and swollen. He snarled against your neck thinking about you carrying someone elses name. Someone else making you feel good, making you moan, putting their cock in you, it was supposed to be just him. Only him.
Huh.
Why was he so possessive.
He tried to shake off the thought but the image seared into his brain.
He couldn’t stand the image of you in your wedding dress, saying I do to a man that was someone else, your soft lips kissing theirs, sealing the both of you together forever, taking you away from him.
Fuck that.
Bucky fucked you like his life depended on it, the green monster of envy and jealous possessing his very soul, pouring all his feelings into the way he fucked you. He marked your neck, your shoulders, your breasts'.
“Need-need this Bucky” You cried out, feeling pressure and tightness growing through your body, your orgasm desperate to spill over. He grunted, his balls growing heavy, his own climax at the tip of his cock.
How could you think of letting someone else have you this way.
To have you so vulnerable, hearing how beautiful you sounded when you were lost in pleasure.
How could you think of wearing another mans right? Taking his last name?
How the fuck could you think of carrying another mans child, giving birth to his babies, having a family with someone that wasn’t him.
How could you.
Bucky’s mind felt muddled, he felt sick at the thought of you belonging to someone else, not when you had him. Not when he could give you what you wanted. He couldn’t push away the thought of how you’d look if you were carrying his babies. The way your tummy would be so round. How tired you’d look, a little super soldier baby growing inside you.
The way you’d be pouty, your breasts leaking, your swollen belly perfect evidence that you belonged to him. No one would look at you twice, knowing who your baby daddy is. Who would dare look at the pretty thing the winter solider knocked up, thinking twice before they even looked your way.
Fuck, you’d look so perfect, pregnant with his baby. He’d take such good care of you, massaging your sore feet, rubbing your belly, doting on you every second of the day. He’d spend hours worshipping your pussy with his mouth, knowing you wouldn’t even be able to see him over the swell of your tummy but your satisfied moans would be more than enough for him. He’d carry you everywhere, treat you like a queen, make love to you, drink your sweet milk when you felt heavy and sore, you be all of his-
“F-FUCK I’M CUMMING” Bucky bit hard onto your shoulder, moaning loudly as he started to cum, thoughts of your leaking nipples and firm belly making his whole body jolt, his cock sensitive, spurts of his seed endlessly pouring into you. “Y/n, look at me” He panted, still rutting his cock into you while your eyes rolled back into a silent scream, cumming around his throbbing length.
“Look at me” He grasped your cheeks, making you look at him, sweat beading at his forehead, his skin flushed “I’m gonna get you pregnant” You gasped, moaning against his mouth as he continued to sloppily grind into you, his cock still some how hard. “You’re all mine, understand?”
You nodded, but it wasn’t enough, his grip on your cheeks tightened, desperate to hear your voice.
“Say it” He pleaded with you, panting and grunting, overstimulated but too deep in wanting to fill you again to care.
“I-I’m yours James!” You could feel pleasure creep up you again, working yourself up to a second high just off his words alone.
“Keep saying it, keeping saying it, m’gonna cum again, don’t fuckin stop, keep telling me” He almost sounded like he was going to cry, his balls throbbing, still full and heavy.
“I’m yours, I’m yours, get-get me pregnant daddy”
“FUCK YES” That did it, his second orgasm spilling into you, his cock finally starting to soften. You panted, your mind reeling over the what had just happened, too fucked out to formulate words. He had taken you apart, cumming in you twice, his seed still deep inside you as he stayed inside you, slowly drifting off to sleep. As much as you wanted to ask him about what had just happened, you figured it was just the heat of the moment. You melted into his hold, letting sleep take over instead, what just happened wasn’t a big deal anyway....
*****
You blinked awake, heat engulfing you, Bucky’s arms wrapped around your body keeping you tightly and securely right against him. You squirmed, only to feel him hug you closer, whining, as if you’d disappear if he let go. You tried to gently wiggle free, not wanting to deal with the fact that you’d stayed the night, but your attempts to leave only woke him up. You blinked at his soft blue eyes gazing down at you, his strong arms still clinging onto you like no tomorrow.
“Bu-
You were cut off by his lip smashing onto yours in a breathe stealing kiss, your eyes growing wide before melting and kissing him back. You both reluctantly broke away for oxygen, your face heating up as he tucked your hair behind your ear, still holding you close.
“Stay”
“But-”
He rolled over, pinning you down onto the bed, his hard cock pressing against your thigh. “Stay, please” All Bucky could think about was your words from last night, the thought of anyone else other than him having you making him sick. He needed it again. Needed more. Wanting the same passion from the night before, his heart yearning and aching for it. “Y/, doll please”
You shook your head, a sudden surge of anger fueling you when you remembered he wasn’t even yours and his heart was elsewhere.
“James, let me go-
“No” He stayed in place, bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you further, “Doll, I know I have no right but-but I need you”
“You had me last night, that’s all you need anyway” You scoffed, while he shook his head, regret clouding his eyes.
“No baby, it’s not enough. It was never enough. It’s always been you”
“James, you were just trying to get back with your ex-
“It was a mistake. I learnt that the same day I met her. There wasn’t anything between us, truthfully there never was. I guess I remembered things differently from how they actually were. A stupid memory that never even existed. She never made me feel the same way you did. Not even close”
You stayed silent, while Bucky continued to nervously ramble, his feelings coming out scrambled, fear making it difficult for him to focus. He couldn’t lose you. He adored you. Needed you. Couldn't stand the thought of someone else other than him being by your side.
“It’s all you baby, always all you” He whispered, giving you his best puppy eyes, his heart hammering against his chest. You spread your legs slightly, letting his cock rest against your core, your nose bumping against his.
“Show me you mean it” You whispered against his lips, gasping as he filled you, moving slowly so you could feel every bit of him. Him. The only person you truly every wanted. The person you imagined your future with. The person you wanted it all with.
“M’gonna show you for the rest of my life doll”
A few years later
You yawned, handing off your little one to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss before he was carried off to bed. Bucky rocked his son in his arms for a moment before setting him down in his bed, kissing him goodnight before switching the night light on. He made his way back to the bedroom, his heart swelling when his eyes settle on you, the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“How are my babies” Bucky smiled, laying in front of you and pulling your shirt up over your swollen belly, his two little angels fluttering inside.
“Kicking and causing a ruckus, just like you a Steve” You huffed, giggling when he laid his head on your tummy, kissing the area where he felt the little ones moving.
“Let mama sleep” He soothed, rubbing your skin, smiling when he felt the babies settle down. “Be good for mommy, she’s sleepy, carrying you both around all day, keeping you warm and cozy”
Bucky continued to coo and whisper to your belly, lulling you in and out of sleep, listening to his soothing voice. He had done the same thing when you first son Steve Grant Barnes Jr. was born, doting on you every second of the day. You had sworn you needed time to recuperate, exhausted from carrying his enhanced little one though both of you struggled to keep your hands to yourselves.
“You just had to get me pregnant with twins, didn’t you” You playfully narrowed your eyes at him, gently stroking his hair while he continued to cuddle with your tummy. Bucky grinned, taking your hand and kissing your palm, the ring on your finger glinting softly under the glow of the table lamp.
“Not my fault, you were the one who had your hands down my pants when we got back from that mission. I didn’t hear you complain when I made you cum three times in a row” He wiggled his eyebrows while your face heated up, biting your lip, remembering the way he had taken you apart in the jet, the safe house and then your home, the both of you insatiable as always, “Aren’t you lucky your husband fucks you like I did, Mrs. Barnes”
Synopsis: Tom has a hard time dealing with your engagement to another man
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Tom was not the kind of boy to hate someone.
But he hated your boyfriend.
He hated his stupid blonde hair and his stupid tight polo shirts that he wore to any and every occasion. He hated that the two of you met because you accidentally knocked over a drink at a bar and stained one of those hideous polo shirts. He hated that you got his number that night and had to decline one of the many apologetic calls from Tom just to put his number into your phone. He hated how he heard that story every time he was around the two of you.
Tom hated that you were only at that bar that night because the two of you got into a fight. Tom hated that he had laughed at you and told you you were just friends when you confessed your feelings for him that night. He hated how scared he was to admit that he loved you back. He hated that he didn’t believe you when you told him you were leaving. He hated that he didn’t go after you that night because he thought you’d come back. He hated that you blocked his number and didn’t speak to him for months. He hated that when you finally reached out again, you said you just wanted to be friends. He hated that you moved on.
He hated all the people who said the two of you were bound to fall in love because “best friends don’t look at each other like that”. He hated that when people asked him if he was still dating that girl, he had to say, “no. We were never actually together and she’s dating someone else”. He hated that your will-they-won’t-they relationship had definitively been answered with “they won’t.” He hated how he had to continue being your best friend and act like he wasn’t helplessly in love with you every time he saw you. He hated how you once loved him back, but he couldn’t let you. Most of all, he hated himself for letting you slip away.
Those last few weren’t about your boyfriend, but you get the picture.
You were currently on a romantic vacation with your boyfriend in Italy, a place you said you always wanted to go but Tom never took you. He had deleted Instagram a few days into you being gone, unable to bear the constant pictures and videos you and your boyfriend were uploading of your trip. After a week of you being away, you showed up at Tom’s door after a long flight home. You had texted him just a few minutes before to let him know that you were on the way and wanted to talk. He was hopeful and anxious as he waiting by his front door. He wondered if you and your boyfriend had realized how incompatible you were while on your trip and broken up. Or even better, if you had realized you were still in love with Tom. He preferred the later situation, but he would settle for either. Tom knew that the last time the two of you had a serious conversation was when you told him you had feelings for him and he laughed it off and shot you down. If you were going to tell him the same thing now, he wasn’t going to mess up again. He was going to tell you that he loved you and always had. All these thoughts bounced around Tom’s head until he heard a knock at his front door. He quickly opened it and saw you standing there with an almost terrified expression.
“Hey.” You said softly. Tom noticed you were alone and smiled, thinking his theory might be correct about you and your boyfriend splitting up.
“Hey. You’re home.” Tom smiled and pulled you into a hug. You hesitated for a second before hugging him back, something that he instantly noticed.
“I’m home.” You smiled weakly as you pulled away.
“I’m glad you’re back. I really missed you.”
“I missed you too.” You said with a sincere but sad smile.
“So where’s Brad? You guys finally break up?” Tom asked with a teasing smile. He noticed that you didn’t smile back and instead looked down at your nails and started to pick at your polish.
“I have to tell you something.” You said without looking up at him. Tom’s smile slowly dropped when he realized how nervous you were.
“Oh no. I was just kidding. You didn’t actually break up, did you?” He asked. You looked up at him and gave him a pained look.
“What? Why do you look like that?” Tom asked as anxiety built up in his chest. You looked down at yours hands again and Tom did the same. This time, he noticed the diamond ring on your left hand, one he had never seen before. All the color drained from his face and he quickly looked at your for an explanation.
“He proposed. Last night. He asked me to marry him.” You said without any elation in your tone.
“Oh.” Tom said quietly, eyes falling back down to your ring.
“And I said yes.” You continued, making Tom flinch a little.
“Oh.” He said again, even quieter this time.
“Are you okay?” You asked with genuine concern. Tom snapped out of his daze and looked up at you.
“I’m fine. I’m…I’m happy for you.”
“Are you?” You asked skeptically.
“Of course. Why wouldn’t I be?” He replied without meeting your eyes.
“Right. Why wouldn’t you be?” You said with a fake laugh. You were both silent for a minute as you stared at each other, neither wanting to be the first to speak. There were a million things you wanted to say to each other, but nothing came out. You both felt the tug of unspoken love pulling you towards each other like magnets yet you kept your distance.
“Are you happy? Is this what you want?” Tom asked after a beat of silence.
“I think so. I wanted to be married by 30. I wanted to settle down.” You said with a simply shrug.
“I guess that’s where we differ.” He replied, making your shoulders tense.
“I guess so.” You said sharply. You looked at each other again, this time with devastation instead of pinning. You both always thought that despite all odds, you’d end up together. Now, the ring on your finger said otherwise. You felt yourself starting to tear up so you checked your phone just to look away from him.
“I’m sorry. I’m getting a million texts about the engagement.” You lied. “I should go. I just wanted to tell you in person.”
“Got it. Thanks.” Tom nodded curtly and started to close the door. You put your hand out to stop it from closing, not ready to leave yet. Tom grew hopeful, thinking you might take it back and say it was all a joke.
“Aren’t you going to congratulate me?” You asked with a sad laugh. Tom’s hope burst I’m his chest and he gave you a tight smile to conceal his crushing disappointment.
“Congratulations.” He said and shut the door in your face.
As soon as you were out of his sight, his eyes welled up with hot tears. He turned around and slid down the door as he cried, putting his hand over his mouth to conceal his sobs. He heard your footsteps walking away, only making him cry harder.
After that night, you lost nearly all contact with Tom. Your daily conversations turned into weekly, then monthly. He was suddenly always too tired or too busy to hang out. It wasn’t the truth, though. He just couldn’t bear to see you when he knew you were getting married to somebody else. You tried to distract yourself by throwing yourself into the wedding planning, but you still thought about Tom every single day. When you sent out his invitation to the wedding, you kissed the envelope and prayed he’d actually be there.
On the night of your rehearsal dinner, just one day before the wedding, all you could think of was Tom. Your head was on a constant swivel all night to try and spot him in the crowd. You went outside to get some fresh air and spotted someone in the gazebo. It was dark out, but the fairy lights that were strung up around the gazebo allowed you to make out the silhouette of a man. You curiously walked towards it and sure enough, Tom was standing in the middle, all alone with a glass of champagne. You saw each other and smiled, feeling equally relieved and anxious. You lifted the hem of your silky champagne colored dress and walked up the steps of the gazebo.
“There you are.” You smiled softly and leaned against the wooden frame of the gazebo.
“Here I am.” Tom smiled back but stayed where he was.
“I’m really happy that you came. Honestly, I didn’t think you’d show.”
“Like I’d miss an opportunity for free drinks.” Tom smiled sarcastically and raised his champagne glass. You made a face at him, the thought of him only coming to one of the most important nights of your life just for the alcohol stinging you deeply.
“That was a joke.” Tom said when he noticed your expression.
“Oh. Right.” You said though a fake laugh. It wasn’t lost on you that you could no longer tell when he was joking around it not. You used to know him like the back of your hand, but not anymore.
“You look beautiful, by the way. Absolutely beautiful.” Tom said with a sincere smile.
“Thank you.” You smiled shyly in return. You stared at each other for a moment of comfortable silence, just happy to see each other once again. Your heart ached in your chest and you wanted to go up to Tom and throw your arms around him, but you couldn’t. You weren’t close like that anymore. Tom wanted just the same, but he kept his distance.
“I uh, I’m sure you saw that I gave you a plus one for tomorrow. Are you gonna bring anyone?” You asked with a teasing smile. You were just trying to see if he had moved on and sighed in relief when Tom shook his head.
“No. There’s no one I’d bring.” He replied with a simple shrug.
“So you aren’t seeing anyone?”
“No. Not even a little.” He smiled flatly and downed the rest of his champagne.
“Hm.” You hummed a little and looked down at your engagement ring, feeling torn inside. You were happy that he wasn’t seeing anyone, but guilty at the same time. You were getting married tomorrow to a man who wouldn’t be happy to hear that you were relieved to know the guys you used to be in love with hadn’t moved on. Tom’s eyes fell to your ring as well and he felt his wounds open all over again. He had been staying off social media just so that we wouldn’t have to see that ring on your finger. The sight of it glistening under the fairy lights brought back a million memories of your worst fights, the night you stopped talking to him, and the night you told him you were engaged. Tom quickly cleared his throat when he felt his eyes welled up with tears and threw on a smile.
“Well I should probably be getting back to my hotel. Enjoy the night.” Tom said and started to walk towards the opening of the gazebo. Your smile dropped and you put your hand on his chest to stop his from leaving.
“That’s it? You’re leaving? This is the first time I’m seeing you all night and you’re already going home?”
“Yeah. This seems more like a family and close friends event.” He said without meeting your eyes.
“You are a close friend. And you are family.” You said quietly and looked away as well.
“Not really. Not anymore.”
“You used to be. Back when you still talked to me.” You snapped and looked at him again.
“I’ve been busy.” Tom said as he stared into your eyes with a blank expression.
“So have I. I’ve planned this whole wedding by myself but I still had time to reach out to you. You just never replied.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to hear what I have to say.” Tom shrugged, making your anger grow.
“I want you to say anything! Anything but the radio silence you’ve been giving me. We used to be best friends and now we barely speak.” You exclaimed as hot tears of frustration rolled down your face.
“We used to be a lot of things.” Tom snapped back. You raised your eyebrows at him and his face immediately softened. An uncomfortable silence settled between you as Tom watched you dab away your tears with a cocktail napkin.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t come here to fight.” He said after a beat of silence.
“Then what did you come for?” You asked with a sad laugh.
Tom knew what he came for. He came for a lot of things actually. He came to see if you had gotten cold feet and needed someone to whisk you away before you went through with the marriage. He came to see if he was the only one who couldn’t move on. He came to see if he had any chance of winning you back. He came to see if you still loved him.
Instead of telling you any of that, Tom just shrugged.
“I should go.” He said, making your face crumble once again. It pained him to see that all he ever did was hurt you nowadays.
“I haven’t seen you in almost a year and you’re not even gonna stay to the end of the party?”
“I’m sorry.” Tom said sincerely. “I have to go”.
“Tom.” You pleaded, stepping in front of him so that he couldn’t walk away. Tom saw the sadness in your eyes and had to look away.
“What? What do you want from me?” He asked desperately.
“I want you to stay and talk to me about this. I can’t go back to the silence, Tom. I really can’t. I miss you so much. Please just talk to me.” You pleaded with him again.
“What do we have to talk about? It doesn’t matter anymore. Nothing matters anymore.” Tom replied and tried to move past you.
“I’m…I’m sorry.” You told him, making him stop and turn around.
“Why are you apologizing?”
“I don’t know.” You answered honestly. “But if the roles were reversed, I’d need an apology.”
“Oh yeah?” Tom laughed sadly. “For what?”
“I’d need you to be sorry that you’re marrying someone who isn’t me.” You said quietly. Tom gulped and held back the tears that threatened to fall as he looked you dead in the eyes.
“Are you sorry?” He asked you.
“Yes. I am sorry.” You admitted. “But it’s too late now. I can’t fix it now. I’m getting married tomorrow.”
“Well whose fault is that?” Tom scoffed and looked away as tears fell down his face.
“Yours!” You shouted. “You didn’t stop me. You didn’t go after me that night. You think I ever would’ve looked twice at Brad if you learned how to be the man you swore you’d be? I told you I had fallen for you that night and you laughed. Do you know how hard it was for me to admit how I felt? It took all the courage I had to tell you about my feelings for you and you laughed at me.”
“I didn’t mean to laugh. I really didn’t. I was just scared because I had fallen too. And I had fallen much, much harder than you had. When you told me how you felt, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe the girl I loved more than anything in this world felt the same way about me. I didn’t know how to react so I laughed. I told you we were just friends but that is never how I really felt. I loved you that day and I love you now.”
“You never told me that.” You said quietly.
“I didn’t know how.” Tom admitted in a soft voice.
“I wish you told me sooner.”
“Believe me. So do I.” He said as he stared into your eyes. Your eyes flickered down to his lips and you took a step closer, then two steps back.
“No. I spent so many nights crying over you. I can’t do that anymore. I’m about to be somebody’s wife.” You shook your head as you wiped away your fallen a tears.
“Unless you’re not.” Tom said and took a step towards you, still hoping you’d leave it all behind and run away with him.
“No. I am. Brad is good to me. He calls when he says he will. He doesn’t leave me lying awake all night wondering if I did something wrong. He knows how to communicate his feelings and his behavior towards me is consistent. He doesn’t withdraw affection when he’s moody and he doesn’t leave my texts unanswered for hours. That’s what I wanted from you. But you couldn’t change. So I had to go.”
Tom looked at you for a minute, all anger in his expression now gone. He looked remorseful until his eyes landed on your ring. His expression changed again but this time, he just looked defeated.
“Now I’m the one who has to go.” He said quietly. He walked away again and this time, you let him.
The next day, you sat in your dressing room in front of your vanity. Everything was ready. You were in your wedding gown with your hair and makeup done to perfection. Your family and friends were seated elsewhere in the chapel. The arches were decorated with flowers of your choosing, the bridesmaids were getting their final touches done, and the flower girl was practicing her pace. Everything was set and perfect.
The only thing missing was your smile.
You looked at your reflection in the mirror and tried it force a happy face. No matter how hard you tried, you could not feel happy. This white veil occasion felt like the end of your life. You could hear the organ player practicing the wedding procession somewhere in the church, though it sounded more like a death march. You gave yourself another look in the mirror and put on your biggest, fakest smile. You suddenly heard a knock at the door and grabbed an eyeshadow brush so you could pretend you were just doing your makeup.
“Come in.” You called out. In the reflection of the mirror, you could see the door open and Tom walk in.
“You came.” You gasped and turned around.
“I wouldn’t miss your big day.” Tom said with a simple smile. You got out of your chair to greet him and he placed a kiss on your cheek. You felt your cheeks heat up but kept a neutral face so that he wouldn’t see what his presence meant to you.
“So. How do I look?” You smiled sheepishly and looked down at your wedding gown.
“You look beautiful. He’s very lucky.” Tom said sincerely.
“Thank you.” You smiled again, sadly this time. You looked at each other for a moment, you in your wedding dress and Tom in his suit. You thought about the fight you had the night before and your smile fell.
”Tom.” You said softly.
“Don’t.” Tom said immediately. “We don’t have to get into it again. It’ll just make you cry. And your makeup is too pretty to ruin.”
You ultimately knew he was right so you looked up at the ceiling to keep yourself from crying. Tom could tell he had upset you on what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life and felt even worse.
“You shouldn’t be here.” You said suddenly.
“You invited me-“
“No. I mean you shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be in my dressing room. You should be waiting for me at the end of the aisle. You shouldn’t have had to receive an invitation to my wedding. You should’ve been sitting next to me, designing the invitations with me because your name was on there too. You’re not supposed to be a guest. You’re supposed to be the groom.” You said, all in one breath. You and Tom stood in a stunned silence, neither of you knowing what to say. You slapped a hand over your mouth in disbelief over what you had just admitted.
“I think I’m a terrible person. And I think I’m making a terrible mistake.” You said after a beat of silence. Tom walked over to you and put his hands on your shoulders to make you look at him.
“You’re not a terrible person. I’m a terrible person. Don’t feel bad for moving on. I wasn’t the man you needed. He was. You don’t have to feel bad about that.”
“But I do. I do feel bad. This is supposed to be the happiest day of my life and I’m miserable.” You told him as black mascara stained tears rolled down your perfectly made up face. Tom wanted to kiss you right then and tell you that he felt the same way, but he knew he couldn’t. He had meant what he said about not being the man you needed. He wanted to be with you, but he knew you deserved better than what he could give you. Because of that, he knew he had to let you go.
Tom took a step forward and placed a hand on either side of your face. You shut your eyes, thinking that he was going to kiss you, but instead felt his lips on your forehead.
“Good luck out there. If you get scared, just look at me.” Tom whispered against your forehead before kissing you again. He then pulled away and left without another word. You sucked in a sharp breath and dabbed your tears away just as your bridesmaids came in.
“Are you ready?” Your maid of honor asked you. You wiped your face one last time before throwing on a smile.
“Yes, of course!” You lied. “Let’s do this thing.”
Tom was sitting in his pew with his leg bouncing up and down. He looked around the chapel and accidentally made eye contact with your parents. Your dad gave him a dirty look while your mom smiled sadly at him. Tom gave a little awkward wave before quickly looking away. It wasn’t long before the organ started to play and the doors opened. Tom, and everyone else in the chapel, turned around to watch you come in.
You floated down the aisle like a pageant queen with a large bouquet of flowers held tightly in your hands. You had on a nervous smile as you passed by all your friends and family who had shown up to see you marry a man you didn’t love. You made eye contact with Tom when you passed his row and held it. He gave you a soft smile and nodded his head, making you quickly look away. You didn’t look at him again until you were standing at the alter with your hands in Brads. The priest was speaking but you couldn’t hear a word. It was all muffled as you disassociated from the entire situation. You kept your eyes down on your hands until you heard the priest say those fated words.
“If anyone has any objections to this wedding, speak now-“
The silence in the church was broken by the sound of a pew creaking. Tom stood up with shaking hands, all eyes on him. He was getting horrified looks from everyone in the room but he was only looking at you. You looked at him with wide hopeful eyes, praying he would say something, anything, to stop this wedding in its tracks. Instead, Tom gave you a sympathetic smile and put his hand over his heart. Without saying a word, he turned and left the pew. There was a dead silence in the chapel as Tom walked out the doors. The doors closed behind him with a loud thud, making you jump a little. There were surprised murmurs and gasps heard through the chapel while you blinked back tears.
“-or forever hold your peace.” The priest continued, making the crowd laugh awkwardly. Your head was still turned to the side, still looking at Tom’s empty seat.
Meanwhile, Tom was standing by his car outside the church with his head in his hands. He felt horrible for interrupting your wedding like that. He just knew he wouldn’t be able to sit there and watch the two of you exchange vows without breaking down. Just as he was wiping the tears away from his face, he heard the chapel doors burst open behind him. He assumed it was your dad or security or something that had come to beat the shit out of him for disrupting your wedding. When he turned around, he saw you standing on the church steps with your wedding dress bunched between your arms. You were panting, as if you had just been running. A smile slowly tugged at Tom’s lips when he realized what you had done.
“Are you kidding me?” You asked him. “You haven’t even started the car?”
“I didn’t think you were coming.” He couldn’t help but grin as he spoke. He pointed his key over his shoulder and unlocked the car without ever breaking eye contact.
“Yes you did.” You said with a roll of your eyes.
“Yes, I did.” He said as he opened his passenger door for you. You smiled in satisfaction before bunching up your dress again and climbing into his passenger seat. Tom would about to shut the door, but you held your hand out to stop him.
“What? What’s wrong?” Tom asked as ducked his head down into the car to be at your level.
“You’re supposed to kiss the bride.” You said simply, making Tom break into a smile.
“My bad.” He said before leaning down to kiss you. You had kissed each other a few times in the past when you were too drunk to remember you were just friends, but it was never like this. This felt different, this felt right. This felt like all the pieces had fallen into place and you were finally where you needed to be. Tom pulled away just to smile at you before giving you another quick kiss.
“We should probably get out of here.” Tom said once he pulled again. You nodded and he quickly got into the drivers seat and pulled out of the church parking lot. Tom sped away, making the wind whip through your hair. He looked over at you with a huge smile before grabbing your hand to kiss the back of it.
“Thanks for running after me.” Tom said with a soft smile. You returned the smile and gave his hand another squeeze.
The way that the sge movie seems to paint Sophie as a victim pisses me off to the nth degree
She is supposed to be evil and vain and looking down on everyone from the beginning. She looks down on Belle for feeding the homeless woman in the square because the woman was fat, she refuses to eat the food Honora makes for her despite her making Sophie’s favourite because she hates the woman. She makes friends with Agatha initially only as a good deed, treating Agatha as a means to her own ends and not as her own person. She feels no guilt over upsetting Radley who just wants to be her friend simply annoyance that she may not be taken to the school for good because of it. She does deeds she thinks are good such as placing a mirror in the church bathroom so people can go back to the pews looking good and she donates soap to an orphanage. Everything she does is based on the delusion that she is too beautiful and by extension good for her village. Her actions are clearly driven by her vanity and arrogance.
The movie makes Honora seem like an evil stepmother thus making Sophie’s dislike of her appear rational. The movie also changes how the girls first become friends so that it seems to be a genuine friendship on both parts. Because the girls only find out about the school that day, any “good” deeds Sophie does before this day become genuine to an audience. Visually as well, Sophie’s appearance is downplayed immensely: her dress appears to be hand made but not to the quality the original Sophie would want, the duller pinks of the dress make it seem dirty which makes Sophie appear less vain. Especially as her hair doesn’t appear to have had anything done to it nor does she appear to be wearing any makeup. This setup creates a character that is sympathetic to an audience with no vanity, no duplicity and no reason for staying in what is portrayed as a very unpleasant town.
Because of this setup, Sophie being sent to the school for evil makes no sense to an audience and even seems to merely be an admin error the staff are too scared to fix. This creates sympathy for her in an audience as this situation appears to not be her fault at all and looks horrible for her. Additionally Agatha blames Sophie’s action on Rafal and his “blood magic” (which was incredibly unnecessary) thus absolving her of any blame or responsibility for her actions.
All of this combined makes for a completely different character that appears to be a victim of circumstance instead of the original intention of her being this 100% evil girl who has been able to hide behind her beauty and the misconception that beauty makes people good
pairing: fwb!bucky barnes x avenger!fem!reader x steve rogers (love triangle)
summary: when bucky breaks your heart, choosing dot over you, you are left to pick up to pieces, finding comfort in steve’s arms, until bucky realizes he still loves you.
warnings: nsfw, 18+, minors do not interact, mentions of p in v sex, friends with benefits situation, mentions of casual sex, so much angst, lots of heartbreak, self-doubt, dot makes an appearance, (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)
word count: 2.3k
author’s note: hello and welcome back to chapter 2! i am so so happy to finally have it up for you guys! i spent a lot of time trying to get this chapter right, i hope you enjoy it and please remember to reblog, thank you!
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You had no idea how long it had been when you finally woke up to sunlight fluttering across your face, stinging your already puffy eyes as you somehow still managed to find it in yourself to get up. You sigh softly, wincing as you blinked, feeling the pain of having cried almost the whole of last night, barely being able to catch about less than three hours of sleep.
You looked towards the clock, the numbers seven thirty-three reflected back and usually you’d be down for breakfast, especially since it was Wanda who would always cook up pancakes and she had always made the coffee taste way better you had remembered it to be, you would have raced towards the kitchen, perhaps start a banter with Sam who always took a little too many pancakes, but then again, you couldn’t go down, no, because he was going to be there.
Bucky would be there, back from his morning run with Steve and Sam, sweaty, his too tight of a shirt sticking to him, giving you a great view of his biceps, and the smile he would give you, almost as if he hadn’t just railed you into your bed hours ago, or rather crushed the heart that you had so delicately placed in his hands.
It was that smile that had gotten your hopes up, that and the way he said “good morning doll” without knowing what that little pet name he gave you did to you. It made butterflies flutter in your tummy, it made you float for the rest of the morning as you went about your day, so, so excited to see him again at night.
Hi mommy Kinny. For a Steve request, how about enemy’s! Dad steve. Like the person you hate the most has the hottest dad oops 🤭
The Cheerleader
18+
The captain of the football team is a total bitch. Her dad's pretty fucking hot, though.
Content Warning: DILF!Steve x Cheerleader!Reader, age gap (around 20 yrs), smut (public sex, daddy kink, degradation kink, face fucking, rough sex, cream pie), no aftercare.
"We won't stop, we won't be beat! Falcons never taste defeat! Goooooo Falcons!"
You kick your leg straight up at the end of the chant, waving your pom-poms with a wide grin. Cheering for the football team isn't exactly your favorite part of cheerleading, but it has to be done. It feel juvenile and basic compared to the intense cheer competitions you take part in, but part of college cheering unfortunately includes supporting the sports teams.
No matter how irritating the players are.
"Make sure there aren't any of your feathers laying around, this time," Jamie spits bitterly as you and the others walk off the field. "Annoying ass chants."
"Excuse me?" You ask pointedly while Davina attempts to pull you away.
"You heard me," Jamie doubles down, glaring at you. "Get off the damn field; your embarrassing dance is over."
Rolling your eyes, you pull your arm out of Davina's grip before stepping closer to Jamie. "You know, maybe if you stopped losing so badly, game after game, you wouldn't be so frustrated," You say casually. "The only thing embarrassing about what I do is the fact that it's for such a shitty team."
"What would Coach Wilson say if he heard you talk about the team like that?" She retorts bitterly.
You start to walk away, shrugging. "I don't know, Rogers. If you ever take his dick out of your mouth long enough for you to ask him, let me know what he says."
Her eyes widen with rage as she lunges for you. "Bitch!" She yells, immediately being held back by her teammates.
Jamie Margaret Rogers is your worst enemy. It's been that way since freshman year, and you don't see it ever changing. For some inexplicable reason, the two of you have never gotten along. Something about the other sets off the ugliest side of you both, leading to blow ups and fights if you're ever in the same vicinity for too long.
"One day, one of you is gonna end up killing the other," Davina warns as she leads you over to the bleachers. "Do you know how traumatic that's gonna be for me to witness?"
"She's fucking insufferable," You mutter, slamming your ass down on an empty seat.
You manage to calm down somewhat as the game begins, doing your best to ignore the fact that you despise the captain of the team. Time passes and soon it's halftime.
"What's she doing?" Davina asks with a frown, her eyes on Jamie who is currently rushing up the stairs of the bleachers.
"I swear to God, if she starts on me again, I'm gonna rip her head off," You grumble, sitting up and preparing yourself for another round.
She reaches your row and you're sure she's about to yell at you - until she grins widely. "Dad, you came!"
Oh.
Out of curiosity, you turn to the left to watch her as she talks to her father. When you get a glimpse of him, though, you do a double take. Why the fuck is he so hot?
After a brief conversation, Jamie rushes back down to the field, leaving you with wide eyes.
"Bro," You utter, gripping Davina's forearm. "Please tell me why Jamie's dad is the most attractive man I've ever seen."
Assuming that you're kidding, Davina looks over with a smirk - before it drops completely. "Holy shit."
Blinking a few times, you release her arm and state, "I'm gonna fuck him."
She snorts, narrowing her eyes at you. "You cannot fuck Jamie's dad. He's married."
"Her parents are divorced. Remember that essay she wrote about it?" You ask, feeling your heart race. "Oh, my God."
"Have you seen him?" Davina questions you with a scoff. "As if he's single."
"I don't care," You say flippantly. "He's an older man and I'm a cheerleader; he'll be into it. I'm literally going to fuck him. This is the greatest revenge plan."
"Y/N, you can't-"
"See you on the other side," You cut her off and stand to your feet, taking in a deep breath. Letting your adrenaline propel you, you slowly start to walk up to his row. He's focusing on the game, but he gives you a couple of glances as you stand at the side. Instead of saying a single word, you simply send him a smile. When he looks you up and down, his eyes lingering on your short skirt, you know you've got a chance.
The second your eyes meet, you shoot him a wink. He raises a brow at you, and you feel your stomach flip. Fuck. He's so hot.
Sitting next to him is Pietro, your plug, so you walk over to kneel on an empty seat in front of them before leaning over the back of it. "Hey, Piet," You begin, instinctively pushing your chest out. "Can you drop off a gram to my dorm tonight?"
Jamie's dad keeps his eyes forward, doing his best to make it look like he isn't listening to the conversation.
"Sure thing," Pietro replies before lowering his voice. "You gonna pay me in cash this time?"
You laugh at that, leaning closer into him. "How about I just suck your dick again?"
He sighs, rolling his eyes. "You're lucky I have a thing for cheerleaders," Pietro mutters bitterly.
As you get up to walk away, you make eye contact with Jamie's dad who's staring intently at you. You lick your lips before walking past him, making sure to brush your leg against his shoulder as you walk up the stairs and to the back of the stadium.
It takes him four minutes to join you in the parking lot.
He pretends to have only come for a smoke break; lighting a cigarette and leaning against the fence without sparing you a glance. You saunter over to him, coyly smiling as you approach him.
"Can I?" You ask him innocently, glancing down at the cigarette.
His eyes flicker down to you. "It's bad for you."
"Who cares?" You shrug. "Everyone does it."
Turning to you, he leans down and lowers his voice. "The only thing your lips should ever wrap around is a cock," He utters. "And, judging from your conversation with your little friend, you do that plenty."
You tilt your head. "Are you calling me a slut, Mr. Rogers?"
"Depends," He replies, standing up straight. "Are you a slut?"
"Depends," You echo. "Do you want me to be?" Reaching out, you place your hand on his huge bicep. "I can be a good girl, if you want. I can be a virgin who's never so much as kissed a boy. Is what what you're into, Mr. Rogers? You wanna ruin my innocence?"
He swallows thickly before tossing his cigarette to the ground and stamping it out. Without a word, he grabs you by the throat and drags you behind one of the big buses. Clenching his jaw, he pushes you against the side of it and moves his face closer to yours. "How about I just treat you like the fuckin' whore you are?" He suggests with a growl.
You whimper at his words, bucking your hips up in an attempt to feel his crotch rub against yours.
Tutting, he shakes his head. "Look at you," He mumbles softly. "So desperate for an old man's attention, hmm?"
"Please," You whine lowly.
"Please what, little girl?" He questions you with a smug look.
"Please, use me," You whisper. "I'm worthless unless I have your cock in one of my holes."
His eyes light up as he smirks. "Such a well-trained whore," He mutters, mostly to himself. "You crave my approval, don't you?"
"Yes," You mewl, clinging onto him. "Please, Sir."
"Someone messed you up real bad, hmm?" He asks. "And now all you wanna do is make daddy proud?"
Your heart skips a beat. "Yes, please."
"You dumb little girl," He coos teasingly, stroking your cheek. "Don't you fret. Daddy's gonna give you plenty of opportunity to make him proud, alright?"
"Thank you, daddy," You say, looking up at him with wide eyes.
Looking you up and down, he licks his lips. "Get on your knees."
You obey him, wincing as the hard gravel presses into your knees.
"Aw," He says with a pout. "Does it hurt, baby?"
Nodding silently, you lift your knee up slightly to relieve it of the pressure.
The kindness disappears completely from his face, and it's as though he's become a different person. "Open your fucking mouth, slut," He orders gruffly. "I don't care if your knees bleed. Be of some use and suck my cock."
"Yes, Sir," You reply. The next few moments pass by in a blur and then his dick is halfway down your throat. Your mind is free of thought and all you can focus on is the darkening blue of his eyes which are staring down at you. His hands grab fistfuls of your hair and he uses the makeshift pigtails as handles to assist him in fucking your face.
"Fuck, just like that," He groans, watching his cock disappear and reappear in and out of your mouth. "Taking it like the good little slut I knew you'd be."
You swirl your tongue around his shaft, eager to bring him pleasure. He pulls harder on your hair, making tears spring into your eyes and shots of electric pleasure course through your body.
"Look at how much prettier you are with your mouth stuffed," He coos, stroking away a stray tear from your cheek. "I bet your pussy will be even prettier once I stuff her."
Your eyes roll back and you moan around his cock, squeezing your legs together in a desperate attempt to feel some friction. Mr. Rogers notices, and the sight makes him smirk.
"Are you getting wet for me, baby?" He asks you teasingly. "Sucking cock makes you horny, doesn't it?"
You nod as best you can, keeping your eyes on his.
"Can you feel yourself getting wet?" He questions with a sly grin as he continues fucking your throat. "That pussy's begging for daddy's cock, isn't she?"
"Mmm," Is all you can respond with, making him groan at the vibrations you send through his dick.
"Fuck," He hisses under his breath. Just as his cock twitches against your tongue, he quickly pulls out of your mouth, wanting to save himself for your cunt. With no gentleness, he grabs your arm and pulls you back up to your feet. Then, he places his hands under each of your thighs before lifting you up and pushing you back against the bus.
"Daddy," You mumble weakly, taken aback by his dominance. It's been a while since you've had good sex, and you most definitely weren't expecting to get it today, or from Jamie's dad.
"Already brain-dead and I haven't even stretched that pussy out, yet," Mr. Rogers mumbles mostly to himself. He pulls up your tennis skirt and clenches his jaw when he sees the black, Spandex shorts you're wearing underneath. "Fuck's sake." Without warning, he puts you back down on the ground before turning you around and pressing your face to the bus. "It's your own fault I have to take you like this, so no complaining about me fucking you too deep. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," You whimper, heart racing at the thought of it. You could barely take his entire length into your mouth, and so you're more than thrilled to know he's about to drill it into you.
Your shorts are roughly pulled down, taking your panties with them and leaving you bare. They're tight around your knees, but you have no time to complain as Mr. Rogers is already sinking into your soaking pussy. Once he's a few inches deep, he wraps one hand around your throat and grips your waist with the other, keeping you firmly in place.
"Don't be afraid to be loud," He whispers slyly in your ear. "Nobody will hear you."
With that, he slams the rest of his cock into you, and you immediately let out a cry. He doesn't give you time to adjust and begins fucking you hard and fast, brushing against your cervix with every thrust. Your eyelids drop and you can't hear anything outside of his groans and your bodies slapping together, your vision blurring.
"Don't you dare pass out on me," He grumbles, bringing his hand to your cheek and slapping it, pulling you out of your head. "C'mon. I wanna hear you, slut."
"Feels so good, Mr. Rogers," You whine as he kisses your jaw.
"Mmm, that's a good girl," He moans lowly, slapping your ass. "Such a good girl, knowing exactly what you're made for. Made for taking cock."
"Yes, Sir," You respond, shivering when his teeth sink into your neck.
"Your pussy is golden," He growls, pounding into your faster. "You're gonna milk me fuckin' dry."
"Please, daddy, cum inside me," You beg him, feeling your end approach.
"Not until you cum for me, baby," He says, tightening his grip on your throat. "Rub that clit. Show me how you play with yourself when you think about older men like me railing you, like the horny little slut you are."
You're convinced that his words alone could bring you to orgasm, every sentence setting you off and flooding you with pleasure. As he ordered, you bring a hand down to your clit and begin rubbing it in fast circles, desperate to cum. Mr. Rogers looks down over your shoulder, groaning as he watches you touch yourself.
"Ah, fuck," He grunts. "Gonna make me cum so hard, baby, don't stop."
"Daddy," You whine, throwing your head back as your stomach flips. "I'm gonna- daddy, cumming!"
He thrusts harder when he feels you gushing, tightening around his cock. Unable to hold back, he lets go and cums deep inside you, letting out a guttural groan. Falling forward with his face in your neck, he thrusts a few more times, giving you every drop of his seed.
You're breathing heavily, still feeling aftershocks while you come down from your high. At some point, you feel him pull out, and immediately you realize how sore you are. Mr. Rogers helps pull your panties and shorts back up, but that's the extent of his kindness as he steps back, leaving you there to recover against the side of the bus.
After a few moments, the sound of a lighter brings you back to reality and you turn around to see him smoking against the fence. Finding your footing, you slowly walk over to him, take the cigarette from his mouth, and take a long drag. He watches as you slowly blow out the smoke, and the two of you continue sharing it in silence.
The crowd eventually bursts into loud cheers and you can tell that the game is over. Leaving Mr. Rogers behind, you make your way back to the field, hoping there aren't any visible marks on your body from the sinful act you just committed.
Jamie and her teammates are making their way to the changing rooms when you stop her in her tracks to give her a smile. "You played amazingly, Jamie," You tell her warmly, earning yourself a confused glare.
"That was a great game, sweetheart," A deep voice adds from behind you, sending a shiver down your spine.
"We lost, Dad," She points out bitterly.
"You still played really well!" You insist with a grin, in a largely better mood than before.
Mr. Rogers steps forward so he's standing next to you and he places a hand on your lower back, making your stomach flutter. "How about I take you and your friend out for a nice meal?" He asks Jamie, whose face contorts at the suggestion.
"Ew, she's not my friend," She tells him with a scoff.
"That's okay, Mr. Rogers, but thank you so much," You say politely, smiling up at him. "I hope to see you at the next game."
Jamie grimaces at your words, rolling her eyes and turning away.
Mr. Rogers shoots you a wink while patting your ass. "I wouldn't miss it for the world."
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I GOT AN IDEA ! u text peter as a joke and say “she’s busy bro” because u saw another girl do it to her boy bsf on tiktok so u try it out. Peter gets really mad and drives to y/n house can be smutty at the end if u want !! sorry if this is bad im not good at theseee
she’s busy, bro
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warnings: explicit language, suggestive
a/n: i made peter and the reader bf and gf by accident so i hope that’s okay and i hope it’s cool that it’s a smAU too i’ve been super into them lately :) enjoy
summary: Tom Holland hates you and you don't know why. Yet, you've had a crush on him for almost all your life despite the known fact. When Tom needs a place to stay because of filming... Tom changes... and so does your relationship.
pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader
warnings: SMUT (extended warnings under cut), pretty angsty, fluff, tom being an a-hole, some corny moments and not proofread either.
word count: 15.2k (A LONG ONE, i literally could not stop myself idk what happened.)
extended smut warnings: p in v (protected), fingering, oral (fem), that's pr much it, very vanilla tbh but it was their first time so nothing too flashy.
PROLOUGE – "FIVE WEEKS."
You and Tom had been through a lot to get to the point you were at today. Sometimes thinking about it makes you burst out crying when he’s away because you miss him so much that your heart aches for him... and if he doesn’t answer your texts, you’re miserable. It’s like there’s a part of your heart that’s missing.... you simply can’t live without Tom.
But it wasn’t always that way.
Not at all.
There was a time where you preferred to live without Tom. You understand why he had acted that way, because he had told you... but now it’s strange to think about the before. The before of your relationship. The before of him loving you – because truth be told, you always loved him. From the youngest age you ever could.
You inhaled a deep breath as you sat at the dinner table with the Hollands – family friends. Your parents got along swimmingly. You were closer to Harry and Sam, always hanging out with them as kids – the three of you were like glue, stuck side by side. Paddy was a kind boy, but the two of you didn’t have too much to talk about because of the age difference, though, the two of you did bond over video games, always making an effort to play the new ones when they came out. Whether it be over the console or in person. Your job as a history teacher allowed you to have a flexible schedule.
Albeit you and Tom were the closest in age, with you being a year younger than him. The two of you were supposed to get along. That’s all your parents wanted. But for some strange reason, you could never really crack him, like you had the others.
You were a single child and Dom, and Nikki were like your second parents. You lived next door, so there wasn’t a time where you didn’t see the Hollands. Not a day in your life hadn’t gone by where you didn’t sit next to Tom on the bus, despite, him telling you to leave him alone. You weren’t friends and you were so sure that you never would be.
You wanted to be his friend. But thirteen-year-old you didn’t understand the concept of hating someone like Tom hated you. It made you doubt yourself. Constantly thinking you were in the wrong, apologising after every other sentence because you were always afraid of offending someone.
You met Tom’s eyes from across the table, wanting to say something, but knowing he’d just shoot you down anyway. You were both adults now, it was silly that he couldn’t put this hatred aside. You didn’t even know why he hated you. He just did. It was always like you were a thorn in his side.
“So, how’s work...?” You question him – he’d just started filming No Way Home.
Your students always went crazy when you told them you knew Tom. Working in a high school down in London, teaching teenagers, you always heard people go crazy over these things - going to the premieres because you were supposed to be close with the actor was cool. You enjoyed the movies – just sucks you’re only invited as a curtsey and not because he wants you there.
It was crazy that you had Zendaya’s phone number in your phone – she actually likes you, yet Tom puts up that same front when he’s around his friends. You like to pretend it’s real, even though you know it’s not. Even though it’s far from it.
He shakes his head, “What’s it to you?” He shrugs, his tone sharp – it makes you jump a little, but you just look back down at your food.
You sigh, “Nothing, just- just trying to make conversation.” You fight through your sadness, flashing him a small smile. The pang in your heart was like a knife.
Like every single time he had ever shut down a conversation with you, it was like a knife to the fucking heart.
You had feelings for Tom. It was fucked up because he was always mean to you. But you loved Tom before you even knew what the word really meant. You had other boyfriends and they all loved you... but it wasn’t the same. You knew Tom would never love you back, and you tried to move on, but it was no use. No matter how many mean things he could say to you, you’d always look past it... because it’s him.
He hadn’t always been meaning, it mostly started when you got into High-School. You were thirteen and he was fourteen. You had no other friends, so you’d follow Tom around. He’d always push you away, though. It sucked, because even if you, Sam, and Harry were all close, they weren’t old enough to be in the same grade as you, so... you were all alone.
You weren’t popular in school, not like Tom was. Yet, everyone knew who you were by association. Some of the girls at school were jealous of you, and some of them made fun of you. But you just ignored it – you didn’t have very many friends in high school. University, was, however, a turning point. You met your best friend Angel who worked in the same faculty as you. You’d been teaching for four years, and you loved it so much more than you could ever have imagined.
You stand from the table, your plate banging, creating a loud noise, everyone’s attention turned to you, “Sorry... ‘M gonna go grab another drink.” You say softly, turning to the kitchen. You stepped inside, making your way to the fridge where you put your glass to the water and ice dispenser.
Taking a sip of the water, you placed your elbows on the counter, “Get it together, y/n.”
“You alright, darling?” You heard the familiar voice, as you turned to face Nikki with a soft smile.
“Perfect.” You say with reassurance, but it doesn’t really cut through the sadness of your tone.
She pouts, “What’s wrong? Is it Tom?”
You nod, tears brimming your eyes, “It’s so stupid, I’m twenty-four years old, you think I’d get a grip, right?” A dry chuckle escapes you without another thought, “I know not everyone can like me... but I’ve known him for all my life.”
She places a hand on your arm, “I’m sorry... I wish I could change it. Change him. I don’t know why he acts so cruel towards you. He’s not a hateful person.”
You nod, “That’s what sucks the most... I know he’s not. He’s kind, he’s charming, he’s sweet. He helps people and he doesn’t need an ulterior motive. He’s someone to look up to, but I’m the exception.”
She pulls you into a hug, “I’m sorry, hun.”
You shake your head against her hold, “Don’t be... It’s not your fault.”
You’re sitting in your room after your chat with Nikki, thinking about your talk with her. It’s painful. You’re laying back flat on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. ‘I’m old enough to deal with this’. Is all you can think to yourself, it’s all you can muster the courage to believe. That this is all your fault, and you were the burden in Tom’s life. You must’ve done something to make him hate you and you can’t think about what it is... honestly, it makes you miserable.
His hair looks soft, and his arms look warm, but his heart is cold toward you... and yet, you still want to find yourself twirling around those strands of brown curls or cuddled up in his arms. Your attraction to him was what would kill you.
You always thought you and Tom would be endgame. When you were sixteen, you thought Tom hating you would just be a phase. You tried to congratulate him on him being Spider-Man, and he was nice to you then, but that hadn’t last long at all.
Your childhood room was a sight for sore eyes. One of the walls was pink and your bedsheets were a bright blue. You came over quite frequently, so your parents figured they’d just leave it the way it was – posters of Anakin Skywalker and all. You turned to plunge your face into the pillow below your head.
A knock on your door makes you jump but you don’t budge, “Who’s there?”
“It’s me.” Harry speaks from the other side of the door.
“Come in!” You call, flipping yourself back over.
Harry steps into the room with a soft smile as he stares at your figure, “Get up you big baby, they need you downstairs.”
You sit up slowly, a suspicious glare in your eyes, “What for?”
“You’re not gonna like it.” He says simply, grabbing your hand.
“What for, Harry?!” You question your friend once more as he pulls you down the stairs back to the dining table where Tom’s head is in his hands. Everyone is staring at you, “What’s going on?” You ask everyone.
Tom opens his mouth, “Well, there’s a few scenes we’re doing here in London for the new movie... and I need a place to stay.”
You scoff, looking down at Tom with shock, “And nobody here can offer you that but me? What about Haz!”
“Too far from set.”
“What about your parents!”
“Y/n if I could stay with my parents I would.”
“Harry, Sam?” You look over to them, desperately needing help.
“No can do, we live on campus.” They respond with a pitiful glance.
“And what makes you think I’d help you after the way you treat me?”
He sighs, “It’ll be like I’m not even there.”
“That still doesn’t answer my question, Tom!”
Nikki places a hand on your shoulder, “Y/n, please take this into consideration... maybe the two of you will end up bonding.”
“Over what?” Tom asks his mother, “I’m only doing this because I have to. Not because I want to.”
“Thomas! Stop being rude!” His mother scolds him.
You look back into Nikki’s eyes, tears brimming, “Fine... I’ll... I’ll do it.” You look down at your fingers, toying with the paint on your nails, picking at them, “How long are you filming here for?”
“Five weeks.” He says quiet.
You and Tom were in your car driving back to your place in London. It was a three-hour car ride from your neighbourhood to your current place and there was some traffic. Tom spotted your lanyard hanging off of your mirror, covered in a different array of pins from your favourite movies and a couple keys. Tom knew you were a teacher. But sitting in your car staring at your life from the inside was different to just looking at you from the outside.
Tom saw you every few months, today was just a random family dinner because Tom was back in the UK and his parents insisted on it. He usually saw you on your birthday and you saw him on his, and Harrys and Sam and Paddy’s, basically, you were there for everything... Christmas included.
Tom knew why he hated you back in Primary school, he knew why he hated you back in high school. Now? He wasn’t quite sure. He was a grown man. He could get over it. But it was weird... but that was only because he made it weird.
You were honestly lucky you had a spare room. It’s not like you wanted Tom to be here. You didn’t want to live with someone who would make your life miserable... but maybe Nikki was right, maybe you’d be able to patch things up with him.
The radio was the only sound in the car, apart from the wheels on the road, and the tension in the air was thick and tense. Like someone was waiting to snap – you had a backbone too. You fought back too. Even if you had some feelings for him, it’s not like you don’t resent him; resent everything he says to you.
The bump of your driveway had approached. Your house was quaint, Tom’s bags in the boot of your car, “I’ll carry your bags inside just... open the front door.” You told the boy as you turned your car off, handing him the keys.
“It’s fine, I can take care of my own bags.” He shrugs.
You turn to face him, “Tom, please. Just go inside.”
You don’t say anything else before getting out of the car. You’ve got shit to do and the fact that it was a Sunday night didn’t help either – you had assignments to finish marking and your deadline was in a few days. That’s why you were glad you had a spare room that was prepared. Not because you didn’t want to set up – you were nice, you wouldn’t have him fend for himself. But because you couldn’t afford to help him at this current moment.
Tom doesn’t argue with you anymore than he already had. Probably regretting asking you to stay here already.
The door was unlocked as Tom turned the key opening the door and locating the hallway light. Waiting for you in the doorway. His two carry ons in your hands, awfully heavy for one person... but he was staying for five weeks.
WEEK ONE – OPENING UP.
After getting Tom settled into his room an showing him around a bit – which was quite awkward, you found yourself getting changed and heading backdown stairs to sit at your kitchen table, which was a mess to say the least. Sprawled with papers and papers of assignments and old exams. Your laptop looked like it was on its last life, and you did too.
Sitting down, you placed some earbuds into your ears getting ready for a long night of marking papers.
Tom walked downstairs to find you, and saw you, legs crossed hunched over, red pen in hand. He didn’t want to disturb you, but the bathroom was out of toilet paper. Tom approaches you slowly. It was different now. There was no reason to be rude to you or mean... you gave him a place to stay. But it was his nature, and Tom couldn’t help it.
You’re slightly startled, “What?” you question him taking out an earbud.
“Your bathroom is out of toilet paper.” He sighs.
“No, it’s not.”
“Don’t believe me? Go take a fucking look for yourself.”
You take out your headphones throwing them down onto the table with a huff, making your way upstairs and into your bathroom, opening the cabinet where you keep your toilet paper... seeing that you are out. Downstairs was hopeless too.
“Fuck...” you mutter softly, “Well, I’d better go get some then, maybe do the grocery shopping too.”
It wasn’t too late at night, nine thirty to be precises, and supermarkets wouldn’t be closed at this time. Most shops weren’t. You grab your keys from your kitchen table and the grocery list from off of the fridge – Tom following behind you.
“What’re you doing?” You question him, tone full of spite. The hallway was dim and staring into his eyes only made you fall harder – no matter the fact that he resented you.
He rolls his eyes, “What does it look like I’m doing, Bunny?”
You get mad at the nickname – it’s what he used to call you in school, because you were timid and quiet. You didn’t have very many friends and Tom took advantage of that. Making you feel smaller than you were before. Trying to push you away – purposely pushing you away.
“Don’t call me that.” You say as you open your front door.
The ride to the grocery store is short. But Tom looks at you as you drive. Thinking about all those times he called you Bunny as a kid. Thinking about all the times he had made you cry. Tom also thought about the first time he saw you after he finished filming Civil War and Homecoming. He hadn’t seen you in a long time and when he did... you were different.
You were more mature. Your hair was longer, and your smile had been brighter. Your style was more evolved, and you strayed away from the cringey t-shirts with those weird quotes. He watches the light of the street on your face and watches how you’re so focused when you drive. Tom hadn’t realised you drove a manual when he got in the car, but now he had seen, and he was slightly impressed – not many people can still do that.
He thinks about how you were teenagers, how you used to follow him because you had no one and he would push you away. How he didn’t want to be your friend. Getting that slight closer insight into your life makes you more 3D and even though he’d known you his whole life he didn’t want to know you.
You could feel his eyes on you, but when he turned away you felt like something is missing. You shook the feeling off as you pulled up to the grocery store. You parked the car and stepped out looking at your list.
“...So do you wanna divide and conquer or do you want to do it together?” You questioned Tom, “We’d get it done faster if we divide and conquer but I don’t really care,”
Tom takes a deep breath before nodding, “We should do it together then.”
You give lipped smile, “Sure.”
Grabbing a trolley, the two of you make your way into the aisle, “So, what’s first?” Tom questions you, his elbows on the trolley as he pushes.
“Well, I need milk and eggs, so we can head to the freezer aisle,” You lead him over, “Now that you’re staying with me, I should probably double up, huh?” You laugh and Tom chuckles.
“Bacon?” He questions looking over at the fridge.
“Sure.” You nod softly.
As the two of you continue you found yourselves becoming more civil. Tom hadn’t been rude since the dinner earlier and something about all this domestic crap made your stomachs warm. The two of you continued through the aisles, collecting things on your list. Tom pushed the trolley as you grabbed things and put it inside. It was a nice system and although Tom had his hood up just in case, it was kinda nice to be spending time with him like this. It was sweet. He was being sweet.
Part of you hoped it was all just a dream, that you’d wake up and realise it was all in your head despite knowing it’s real. Tom’s never been like this towards you, and you don’t know exactly why that’s changed. You want to know why it’s changed.
When the two of you reached the counter, you pulled out your wallet, but Tom had already paid off the hundreds dollar worth of groceries that would keep you both well fed for most of the next five weeks.
You let out a groan as you slam your pen onto your kitchen table, Tom looks over from the couch at you with worry, standing up to join you at your table, “What’s wrong?”
“What’s it matter to you?” You snap, “It’s not like you’d care.”
Tom sighs, “C’mon, Y/n... I know you better than this. I know that you bottled up your emotions. I’ve seen it all my life.”
“Wonder why.” You mutter under your breath before looking up at Tom – he heard you, but decided not to press on the issue, “I’m fine, Tom, really. Drop it.”
He shakes his head, grabbing the paper in front of you, letting out a low whistle, “and I thought I was bad in school.”
“Hey!” you wack him from across the table, “History isn’t Jeramiah’s best subject, but he does really well in everything else... just mine.”
Tom senses how upset you are, looking over at you with a frown, “I’m sure you’re a good teacher.”
“I know I am!” You raise your voice, “I know I’m a good teacher, okay? Everyone tells me that!”
He looks at you with sadness as you yell, but he keeps his mouth shut as you deflate again, “Just sometimes... I look at kids like Jeremiah and I think to myself, why are you doing so good in everything else... but my subject? Is it me? Is it him? Does he need help? Do I need to change the way I teach.”
Tom smiles softly, “Remember when we were in high school, and there was this massive history test, and I was failing history, so you offered to help me... I was mean to you, but you really helped me... I never told you, but I passed that test.”
“You did? You never mentioned it, so I thought you failed or something, but you passed! I know it was like ten years ago but I’m proud of you, Tom! You struggled with that so much.”
He gives a bashful smile looking down at his lap, “See, if you could teach me, you can teach anyone... maybe he just needs a little push!”
You look at Tom across from the dinner table with a hesitant smile, “Thanks, Tom.”
Opening up Tom felt good... but it also felt horrible. Like you were giving him leverage against you... but you ignore the feeling.
WEEK TWO – GUILTY CONSCIENCE.
Tom had been on set for the past few days, and he was right, you barely saw him. The conversation the two of you had the week before had settled into your head. Tom had really brought you some words of comfort, he’d come home late and tired, so he’d see you working on marking the homework you had set, bidding you a short hello before heading over to bed.
Something about him not talking to you or something about you not seeing Tom had been weird. The first week he had been living with you had been much more prominent. He’d been around more – sometimes he’d cook, or you’d come home, and the house was clean, bathrooms and all.
Living with Tom... it hadn’t been as bad as you expected it to be. He was kinder, sweeter – he was finally treating you the same way he treated everyone else. With warmth. With the love in his heart, you knew he had – but you could only wonder why he was doing this. Why he had changed all his views from the past in the past seven days.
Tom had a day off today and offered to drive you to school, “Thanks for driving me.” You smile at Tom, “You didn’t have to do this.”
He scoffs, “Please, you’re impressive, you deserve a break even if it’s for a few minutes to work.”
You feel flush at Tom’s words, “What do you mean ‘impressive’?” You quirk an eyebrow.
He shrugs, “I dunno, your life just seems so hectic.”
“Not as much as yours Mr. Peter Parker.” You sigh, sinking into your seat a little bit, “I don’t know how you deal with all that pressure from people who don’t even know you.”
“Exactly the point.” Tom smiles softly, “They don’t know me, and I don’t know them... sometimes, I get nightmares of the paparazzi, flashing lights and I feel like I can’t move... like all lights and eyes are on me and if I do something wrong then my life will be over.”
You look over at Tom, your expression sorrow, “People aren’t perfect, Tom. You’re not a perfect person.” You try to offer a smile, but he just keeps his eyes on the road as he comes to a stop.
“I’ll be okay.”
“Miss L/n!” Was called out to you by one of your students as you sat at your desk, “Who dropped you off this morning?”
Ellie – a sweet girl, but way too invested in her teacher’s love lives, “Just a friend.” You answered somewhat honestly.
“What was his name?!” India questions you.
You sigh, “If I told you, I’d have to fail you.” Your students go wide eyed and shut up about the topic – if you told them Tom Holland had driven you to school, they’d react in a crazy way when he came to come get you again. Your phone buzzed, “Get back to work guys!”
Is it alright if you come on set with me? It’s on the way to pick you up and if I drop you off, I’d be late.
Tom’s text is followed by another text.
If not, that’s okay, I’ll risk getting in trouble for you.
Something about his text sent a shiver down your spine. You knew he was just being nice, but god, was it working. Was he buttering you up like this. It was worth it, all the things you were feeling, even if your heart would get ripped out of your chest once again. Like it did every single time. You smile down at your phone regardless.
You liked this new Tom. You liked the way he was treating you and even if it was just for a few weeks, you appreciated that he didn’t go out of his way to make your life hell while he lived in your house... He was a good house guest.
Sure... I’d love to see the movie magic.
Tom smiles down at his phone as he sits in your living room, anxiously waiting picking you up from school. It’s all he can think about. Seeing you again.
Tom’s mind was going crazy. He’d never felt this way for you before, but in living with you he’s learnt more about you than he has in the past twenty years of his life. He feels his heart get warm around you, but he also feels all this guilt for treating you like shit since you were in high school. He was stupid. It was all stupid. He had no reason... but he did. He was insecure of you.
When three o’clock rolled around, you ran out the doors of the school, not wanting to make Tom any late to set than he already was. You jumped into the car, which shocked Tom but you didn’t want to be late... you also didn’t want your students to see Tom driving.
“Do you want to be late to your job?” You scoff.
He chuckles, “What is with you?”
“Just drive, Tom!” You raise your voice.
As the two of you get moving you finally relax. You didn’t want to tell Tom why you were so insistent on leaving. Why you needed to go so bad, “My students, they asked who dropped me off this morning.”
“Oh.” Tom whispers, “What’d you tell them?”
“A friend dropped me off...”
“Cool.” He mutters softly.
“They know I know you, but I didn’t want you to be swarmed, y’know?”
“I... appreciate that.” Tom nods.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
The air between you and Tom had shifted over the past week. It was strange and weird, and you hated it, but you also wanted this so bad. You think back to how you were at dinner last week and all you could think about was how broken you were over him. How your heart ached for him to just like you.
Tom’s set really wasn’t too far from your school, as promised, but you could understand why he would’ve been late if he dropped you off home. In fact, you were kinda glad you came to see Tom work.
“You can hang out in my trailer, or you can sit on set if you want.” He says softly, staring into your eyes.
You feel your stomach go warm, “That sounds good to me.” A smile takes over your face as you get out of the car, slightly nervous.
“I’ve gotta head to makeup so, you can come with me if you want.”
“I’d like that... to be fair, right now I don’t really want to leave your side in fear of getting lost.”
You trail behind Tom feeling odd in your blouse and pencil skirt, his smile graces the set as you can see people still putting things together and people running around with purpose, and it was admirable. How this whole world worked. You’ve spoken to Tom’s castmates multiple times. Jacob was quite nice and Haz introduced you to him – even though Haz and Tom are best friends, he always was the one to apologise on his behalf or tell Tom to stop when he was being too mean to you. You two stayed in contact a lot. You had first met Zendaya at the Homecoming premiere, and a couple times after that when she was at some of Tom’s birthday parties, which you went to only because of Harry, Sam and Haz. Other than the fact that your parents made you go.
Walking into makeup you were met with the sight of Zendaya sitting in her makeup chair and her eyes light up as she sees you, “Hey, Y/n!” Her smile is warm – she is beautiful.
You smile back at her, “Hi, Z.” Your face feels warm as she reaches over to give you her hand since she can’t exactly give you a hug.
“What’re you doing here?” She questions you as she looks over at Tom who’s getting himself set in his chair.
“Well, Tom’s staying with me during the whole five weeks you’re out here... I’m closer to set than most hotels and Tom’s a friend, so we decided I’d do him a favour.” You bite your lip nervously.
Tom smiles, “An absolute darling, we went shopping the other day...” Tom speaks but you zone out as you stare at him, looking at him with all the love in your heart that you can possibly even muster. He’s beautiful as he gets his face pampered with blood and cuts. Purple bruises and a bloodshot eye. How can he still look so pretty like this? Dishevelled, beat up. It’s not real, maybe that’s why – because you know it’s not real.
Tom turns to you, “Y/n?”
His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, making you blink a few times before sending him a smile, “Yeah?”
“Do you mind spoilers?”
You shrug, “Not really... I kinda love them. It makes the final part more exciting if I’m being honest.”
Watching Tom work was... it was sexy, to say the least. How he did flips and his own stunts, hooked up to the wires, but also immensely focused and that suit... it was making you feel things you hadn’t felt before. How you could still see the outline of his abs through the thin material. The set wasn’t on a normal movie set, like concrete buildings. It was outside, so the darker it got, the colder it would get too. Zendaya and Jacob weren’t in this next scene, so they were sitting with you, as you marked a couple papers you had brought in your bag with you, watching as you marked the answers with ease.
“So, how’re things with Tom?” Zendaya asks you out of nowhere and you look up in surprise, brushing a piece of hair out of your face.
“What do you mean?” You question her, with a slight shiver as her and Jacob look to each other before looking back at you.
“It’s just that he’s been... nicer.” Jacob shrugs, “We’ve seen how he’s treated you.”
You stop holding your breath, sinking into Tom’s chair a little, “God, I don’t know... it’s like he’s an alien or something... he’s been living for me for two weeks and he’s been nicer to me then, than he has ever been in my whole life.” You sigh, “He’s not a bad person... he’s just bad to me.”
You watch Tom as he does another flip, chatting with the crew, laughing, and you don’t feel yourself smile, you don’t feel yourself get warm. But you are anyway. You are hopelessly in love with him and the way he’s treating you isn’t helping. He’s not supposed to make you fall harder for him. He’s supposed to be mean – remind you that it’s not okay to feel the way you do for him. But he’s not sending you any bad signs anymore.
You don’t notice that Jaxob and Zendaya are being called back to set until Jacob places a hand on your arm, “Come by set more often... we like having you here, Y/n.” He smiles.
“Thanks, Jacob.” You grin as he walks over to Tom with a smile.
Zendaya wraps her arms around you from behind, “Don’t be afraid to send a message, okay? I know we don’t know each other well, but I want to get to know you better.”
You rub her arm with a small smile, “That... that means a lot.” You nod against her, as she lets go, the warmth of her body leaves you all alone with your homework once more. You flick through them again. A shiver running down your body once more.
Pulling out your phone you notice the time: Seven O’clock, it reads. You sigh as you question when Tom will be done. But it seems the universe is answering that question for you as he walks over to you with a proud smile.
“How’d you like that?” He questions you.
The chatter in your teeth is barely there, but it’s noticeable when you talk, “G-Great, Tom, you did really well.”
“Holy shit, let me get you a jacket and then we’ll head out of here. I got what I needed for the day, so, I’m not needed here anymore.” He smiles.
He pulls you back to his trailer which is warm, “Maybe I should’ve sat in here.” You laugh.
“Yeah, but then you wouldn’t have had the chance to see some of the movie and my incredible stunts.”
“Your ego always this big?” You question, your tone playful.
He looks back at you, holding one of his hoodies, “Only when I feel this great, bunny.” He winks. The nickname catches you off guard. Not because he said it, but because of how he said it. His tone full of endearment and charm. His voice wasn’t cutthroat rude, like it usually was... and it was certainly an adjustment for you.
You take the hoodie from his hands, sliding it over your head, “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna be a bit longer cause I gotta get out of the suit and stuff, but you can stay in here.” He smiles and you nod. Leaving you all by yourself in the trailer, you flop onto the bed that sits in the corner.
Sleep takes over, your vision going black, as you fade off into the realm of dreams.
Tom walks back into his trailer, all snug in another jumper and a pair of sweatpants. He looks at you, his eyes are soft. He looks at how peaceful you look; he hears your soft snores echo in the room. He sees how you just collapsed. Your things on the table, how tired you must be. He commends you for your work. He knows you have hard days. He sees that in your moods and your laughs, how sometimes you’re not fully there or zoned out. How your fingers are often stained with red ink.
Tom doesn’t realise it, but he feels himself smile down at you. Brushing some of the hair out of your face to get a better look at you. How you still look so beautiful. How you’re still the kindest person he knows – how despite how rude he had been to you; you always went out of your way to be nice or help him anyway. All he feels is guilt.
All he feels is guilt because of how easy it is to like you. All he feels is guilt because you’ve given him a place to stay. All he feels is guilt because he treated you like shit when he could’ve had a good friend. All he feels is guilt because he let some stupid feelings get in the way when the two of you were younger. All he feels is guilt because he was the insecure one. All he feels is guilt because it was never your fault. All he feels is guilt because you weren’t the one to hate... it was him; he should hate himself – he does hate himself.
All he feels is guilt, as he carries you back to the car.
WEEK THREE – THE PAST & THE PRESENT.
Your presence on set had become a lot more noticeable in the afternoons. Usually, it was just to get a better change of pace and mark somewhere unfamiliar rather than your shitty kitchen table which you had cried at, a number of times. Zendaya was also pretty good with History, and she has some well enough knowledge to help you sometimes.
That’s where you were at right now, you and Zendaya, sitting in Tom’s trailer as you both hold red pens, “Do you have a favourite student?” She questions you as the two of you draw ticks and crosses.
You laugh, “I’m supposed to say that I don’t, but there’s this group of girls in year eleven that have my heart... they picked history, so they’re so passionate about it. They make conversation with me. They love to learn about me, and they also love to learn the content. They’re good at the subject and they brighten my day when they walk in the room.”
You sigh, “Given, there’s kids like that in every grade... it’s tough to find the ones who know what their passions are. Some people don’t know, and that’s okay.”
She smiles, “That seems nice. They seem lovely... how’d you know you wanted to become a teacher? I always kinda knew I wanted to do acting, from a young age I was a performer... dance recitals, drama school...” She trails off.
You chuckle, “It was actually after helping Tom... he was never the best at school, he wasn’t awfully bad, but history was his worst subject. I was fourteen and I always had my head in that kind of stuff. I think I’ve seen every single documentary that the History channel has put out in the last thirty years.” You shrug, “Given I do have time for other stuff... I found myself interested. So, when Tom needed help because he was failing History at the time, he came to me for help.”
You bite your lip softly, “I had a massive crush on him...” You brace yourself for the truth, “I have a massive crush on him... had for a long time, but he was always so mean to me, but regardless, I helped him anyway. I’d never say no to him. Even now. But I helped tutor him and it worked... I only found out that he passed a couple weeks ago, ‘cause he told me. But I didn’t know if he had at the time... all I knew is that I enjoyed teaching him. Regardless of all the spite that came out of his mouth whilst I did.”
Zendaya grabs your hand from across the table, “From what I can tell, Tom’s really changed.”
You nod, hesitant, “He... he has, but part of me doesn’t want to believe it.” You look down at her hand wrapped around yours, “I don’t want to get my hopes up when he goes back to how he was.”
“You think he will?”
“I... don’t know.” You let out a huff as she lets go of your hand – deciding not to press the issue any further. A breeze blows through the window, “Fuck it’s cold...” You laugh.
Zendaya laughs too, the two of you spending time in each other’s company – she feels like a good friend. A real friend.
Tom was sat in your room, staring at all the posters around. John Wick on your wall, and Anakin Skywalker too. You had one of Thor and another of Poe Dameron. He thought it was kinda creepy, but the posters he had in his room weren’t any better. In comparison to the photos, he had with his friends, he couldn’t see very many of yours, except for a photo of you, Harry and Sam at the beach without Tom. Your smile was bright and so were his brothers. Tom’s jaw clenched at the picture, but his thoughts were interrupted at you walking into the room.
As he swivelled the desk chair over to face you, he caught sight of your shelves. How they were littered in history books – both Modern and Ancient, and the other side of your room had posters of different artefacts that you had gotten from the British Museum. He thinks you go there way too much, but what does he have in the say?
You set down a cup of water for Tom as you grab a couple of the books off of your shelf, “So I’m not quite familiar with what you’re doing in as much depth as you probably are, but you said it was Ancient Egypt, so I know a lot about that. We can look at the syllabus and some extra books that I’ve got lying around and if information doesn’t really sink in now, I can email you a couple documentaries.” You catch yourself rambling as you look down, your voice slightly hushed, “...If you want... sorry.”
Tom looks at you, and you can’t see the way his eyes are soft as he stares down at you. He didn’t know how you did it. You were only fifteen and knew so much about this stuff. He thinks about how he knows so much about soccer and rugby. How he knows so much about Marvel... though you’re the same in that region – he honestly doesn’t know how you intake so much information into your brain.
Tom never truly hated you. He just had resentment toward you. It was stupid and he’d never tell you why because of that. At some point, it just became easier to keep shooting insults at you – it became a second nature... and he was honestly surprised when you had agreed to help him because if he was being honest, he’d never do the same for you... so he wondered why you said yes when you had every right to say no... but he never asked. It didn’t seem worth it like that... Not then anyway.
Tom scoffs, crossing his arms, “Doesn’t matter, I just need enough information to be able to pass.”
You nod softly as you read over the curriculum, getting up and grabbing a couple books from your shelf, bringing them back to the table as Tom takes out his own textbook, “Oh good! You brought your textbook.”
He furrows his eyebrows, “Why wouldn’t I? I asked you to help me study, didn’t I?”
You feel your face get hot, “Right... yeah... sorry.”
“Stop apologising, it’s annoying.” He sighs opening his textbook to the information he knows you need. You go to open your mouth to apologise but keep it shut as he hands you the textbook, your eyes skim over it.
Tom eyes skim over you as you do so. He watches how you read, your eyes flicking, how fast you go. How pieces of hair fall in front of your face and how it takes everything not to brush them away from your eyes so he can see them better. He felt weird as he watched you. He felt his stomach flutter and his heart pound... he felt nervous too. Like if he got something wrong, you’d make fun of him or tease him or hold it against him. But he also knew you were way too nice to do that. As he watches you highlight a couple sentences in the textbook and pull out a book on Ancient Egypt with different coloured tabs.
As you flip through the book, he also notices different pen colours littered throughout and he feels his cheeks go warm. To desperately get rid of the flush, he takes a sip of his water. You slam the two books down in front of him, “I guess we can start here... how much do you know?”
“Barely anything...” He sighs, air escaping through the thins of his lips. The air is different now, as you reach over to turn on the lamp. The sky outside getting darker as you smile softly.
“Let’s get started then.” Your smile brightens your bedroom, as Tom looks at you, his face is in slight scowl, but his heart is in full flip.
Tom thought about that day quite frequently, when he looked you from across the dinner table. When he shot something mean at you... and the other day, when he carried you to the car. Zendaya saw what he had done, and she knew that your worries about Tom hating you when this was all over were just your paranoia. Your trust issues with Tom. But anyone watching the way Tom looks at you knows that he won’t. That he simply just cannot bring himself to hate you again.
Tom was on set today whilst you were in class, and you received a message from Zendaya, a photo of him on set with her and Jacob. It was cute, and you found yourself missing Tom. Unfortunately for you, you forgot that you were teaching your Year Eleven class.
“Miss L/n, what’re you smiling at?” Ellie questions you.
You sigh, “Something a friend sent me.”
“That same friend who drove you to school?” India asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
You deadpan them, “Girls, do your work.”
Cali pipes up, “C’mon miss! Please just give us any insight.” She basically groans.
“Like I told you last time, if I tell you, I’ll fail you.” You chuck them a playful glare, “But for your information, he’s a very close friend.”
“Do you like him?” Ellie asks.
You let out a soft sigh, “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t... now do your work!”
The girls go back to doing their work and the only thing on your mind is getting home to Tom. You think about his scent – how he smells of wood and oak. Cinnamon and mint. It makes you want to melt – it also makes your thighs clench just thinking about him. How he comes back all sweaty from a run as you sit at the kitchen table and he walks through the front door, shirt sticking to his chest. You bite your lip as you look down at the papers in front of you, furrowing your eyebrows to make it look like you’re frustrated with the content in front of you – like you’re focused. But really? Your mind is anywhere else but here.
Tom promised you a movie night tonight... sure, he was a little late, but he was still here, “Sorry. I got caught up on set doing an extra tape.”
You laugh, taking a piece of popcorn, “Tom, I told you, it’s fine... you don’t have to keep explaining yourself.”
He shrugs, “I just want you to know that I’m sorry.”
You chuckle, “And I know that, and it’s okay... really, Tom.” You wrap your arms around his torso – it catches you both off guard, but it was nice, and it was warm, and his strong arms surrounded you.
The two of you pulled away, clearly both flustered and just sat on the couch next to each other. Your legs were crossed and so were Toms, each having your own bowl of popcorn. You had picked the movie – you chose John Wick. Tom laughed as he saw Keanu’s face come onto the screen.
“What?” You question softly, “You don’t like my choice?”
“No...No. Nothing like that.” He sighs, calming himself down, “I just remember you used to have his poster in your room and knowing you, you probably still do.”
He was talking about your childhood home, and you smiled, remembering how you had The Matrix and John Wick on your wall, “Shut up... he’s cute.”
He raises his eyebrows in consideration, “He is an attractive man, but there are other options.” He shrugs, “There are other actors.”
You don’t know what Tom is talking about but when you turn back to face the screen the air is tense. You ignore it, though. Only focusing on the movie – or at least, you’re trying to. But the air is too thick and tense to ignore.
Tom looks at you whilst you watch the movie. Your face with a smile as you watch John Wick slaughter.
“Y/n, Die Hard is not a Christmas movie!” Sam groans and earns a slap from his twin brother.
“Yes, it is, Sam.” He rolls his eyes.
“Sam, you literally cannot say that it’s not. It’s set a Christmas time and sure it’s an action movie, but there are Christmas songs and items. There’s a villain – it fits the whole criteria of a Christmas movie.”
Sam rolls his eyes at you, “Whatever... Christmas movies are supposed to be wholesome.”
“Yeah, well sometimes Christmas needs murder.”
“You are soooo fucked up,” Harry laughs as you sit down in between the two twins.
“Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. Shut up. The movie’s starting.” You hush them.
It’s not long before Tom joins you guys, sitting down. He doesn’t say anything, but you haven’t seen much of him since he graduated high school and went off to America to film his new movie. You were proud of him, but you’d never tell him that. He wouldn’t take the compliment, non the less if it was you.
Tom grabbed a drink, and you stood up and followed, like an idiot, “How’s America?” You asked as you grabbed a cup from their shelves, filling it up with water.
“Why do you care, y/n?” He questions you.
“Because we’re meant to be friends, Tom.” You mutter softly, “I’m tired of you hating me.”
He scoffs, “Well, guess what, Bunny it’s not gonna stop, I don’t like you. I hate you... and it’s never going to stop.”
You can feel your eyes brim up with tears, “What did I do to you, Tom?”
“What didn’t you do?”
WEEK FOUR – ANYWHERE IN THE WORLD.
“Come on a run with me.” Tom says as he sits down at the table.
You look up at him, “Tom.”
“What?! You have a day off today, public holiday... I’ve got a day off today, because I’ve got a day off... so come on a run with me.”
You laugh, “Tom! I do not run.”
“Okay... then, a jog.” He takes note of your face, “A brisk walk?”
“You’re not gonna give this up, are you?” He shakes his head with a smile, “Fine... I’ll go on a jog with you... jog.” You give him a pointed look as you make your way up the stairs.
Tom feels himself smile wider; he thinks about you all the time now. When he’s on set. When he’s off set. When he’s at home. When you’re at school. When you’re next to him. He thinks about you all the time.
He thinks about every single part of you. He thinks about your smile. He thinks about your hair, the way you smell. He thinks about how you smell just after you shower, he thinks about how your hair is wet, he thinks about how beautiful you look with and without makeup. He thinks about how beautiful you look when you cried over movies. He thinks about you all the time. Every second of the day – even when he shouldn’t he does.
When you come back down the stairs, you’re wearing a pair of tights and a sports bra, a jacket over your shoulders, your hair was in a ponytail, and he thought you looked stunning. He felt his cheeks flush as he watched you walk out of the house.
“C’mon, Mr. Parker!” You called with a laugh.
“What? You like Peter Parker better than me?”
You shrug, raising your eyebrows, “So what if I do?”
He pretends to get a shot to the heart, “You wound me.”
You laugh as the two of you begin to jog, it was silent, and your neighbourhood was quite private, so Tom was fine to run around here without really being seen. He was glad you lived in the suburbs. The two of you jogged step in step.
You stopped at a nearby park, heaving your breath, “How the hell do you do this every day?”
He laughs as the two of you sit on a park bench, “I have to... I’ve had to for a long time.” He sighs as your eyes meet his, “Ever since I started, I’ve had to push myself more and more every day, yeah, I used to do gym all the time – we both know that. But it makes me tired and sometimes I wish I could just stop... but when I do, I feel guilty for it. For not working out and pushing myself.”
You nod, “I... can understand that. Your job looks hard. Everyone thinks acting is so easy, and then you go on set, and you see that it’s anything but.”
He smiles over at you, “You’re right... It’s not easy, but I’m grateful for what I do. What I can do. I’ve got a good life. A good family...” He takes your hand, “Good friends... if I can call you that.” He sighs, “I’m sorry for how I treated you. Every day for the past four weeks, I’ve felt nothing but guilt. You’ve always been so kind to me, and I treated you like shit... I don’t have anything to defend myself with because I can’t. What I did was wrong.”
You nod solemn, “You’re right, what you did was wrong.” You tell him softly, “You tormented me, you made me cry every day, there wasn’t a day where Haz didn’t apologise on behalf of your shitty actions...”
Sighing you look over at him, his hand still in yours, “I just... I’m scared you’re going to go back to the way you were before all of this. Before living with me. I don’t know why you changed but I’m scared you’re gonna change again, Tommy.”
Now it was your turn to use his childhood nickname. When he was eleven, he yelled at you to stop, and you did. But it almost slipped out so many more times after that. Unlike your nickname, his didn’t have a bad omen connected to it.
Tom flushes red as you use the nickname, not out of anger, but because he was embarrassed and flustered, “I’m not gonna change, y/n.” His eyes are soft, his features match yours as he pulls you in closer towards him, “I promise... I won’t change.”
When the night rolled around, you found Tom pulling you around the streets of London, he wore a white t-shirt that hugged his figure nicely and a pair of black jeans and a denim jacket. He looked good... really good, to say the least. You loved how simplistic he could be. You loved how cute he was when he smiled.
“What are we gonna eat?” You questioned him softly, but it came out as more of a whine as your stomach let out another call for help.
Tom looked at you, his eyes flicking over your figure once more, jumper and jeans. How you fit so perfectly in anything you wear – active wear to the pencil skirt and blouse you wear to work. He hadn’t noticed it and neither had you, but you’d basically been living in the hoodie Tom had given you when you first visited set. It held his scent, and it was a jumper from the set of No Way Home itself. But it was a reminder of him you were happy to have.
“Well, we could go for Chinese, or we could go for Indian.” He suggests but you stop and pull his hand back as the two of you walk.
“Ice-cream. I want ice-cream. Sticky, creamy, Turkish ice-cream, Tommy.” You practically beg, “Please. Please. Please.”
He laughs looking down at your pleading eyes... and he can’t resist. He can’t resist you because you are perfect in every single way. You are sweet. You are helpful. You don’t lose your temper as easily as he does, and you are worth way more than Tom could ever imagine for himself and although all he wants is you. He doesn’t think himself worthy enough because when you look at the past – he’s not. He’s not worthy of you. But you want him anyway. You’d never tell him that... and he’d never tell you either.
As he watched you happily eat your ice cream with a smile, Vanilla flavoured, and sweet. He eats his own chocolate, basking in the immense flavour that it brings and even though the two of you should be eating proper food, Tom can’t blame you for making him get it... because it’s good. As he watches you eat your ice-cream, he feels himself shift. Thinking about you.
Thinking only about you. Think about how you’d taste. He knows he shouldn’t let his mind go there. Not when he’s right here with you and can’t have you. Won’t let himself want you.
He thinks about you. He thinks about the sounds you’d make when you moan. He thinks about how well his cock would fit inside of you, giving you pleasure. He thinks about how easy it would be to make you cum with his tongue over and over and over again. Making you scream his name and bask in the flavour of him. He thinks about the way your eyes should stare into his as he fucks you fucking senseless. Over and over and over again. He wants to feel you cum over and over and over again.
He shuts down his thoughts as fast as they come on. You’d never think of Tom like this – that’s what he convinces himself. But he doesn’t know that you have. That you’ve thought of him pounding into you so hard you can’t seem to find yourself walking the next day. You want to feel his tongue on your clit, devouring you like it should be his last meal on earth – the last thing he eats before he plummets to his certain death. You want to feel his tongue on your thighs and his cock inside of your tight dripping cunt. Sometimes it’s all you can think about.
Especially when he’s on set. Doing backflips in that godforsaken suit you’ve seen almost every day for the past three weeks. The suit turns you on, you won’t lie. You can’t lie to yourself. It’s been impossible... and you’ve been damned from the start.
“I can’t believe you’re leaving next week.” You say quietly, “I almost don’t want you to go.” You laugh.
“I almost don’t want to leave.” He confesses, “I don’t want to leave.” He licks his ice cream.
“So where are you headed next?” You question him.
“Atlanta.” He nods softly, “That’s where the rest of the movie will be filmed, as well as New York, but that’s in the last few weeks of filming anyway.”
You chuckle, “Part of me knows that if you would’ve just continued to be mean to me, saying goodbye would be much easier.”
He shakes his head, “I just... I don’t know... I couldn’t do it anymore. Seeing more of your life snapped me out of it. Getting to know you better, snapped me out of it. I knew you but I didn’t know you and now I do.”
You look over at him, “Tell me what’s really changed, then.”
“Well, for instance, you sing in the shower.” He chuckles at your wide eyes, “Don’t worry it’s endearing... you also go down for snacks during the middle of the night. I buy shit and you eat it!” He laughs at your wide eyes once more.
“Don’t worry, I don’t care about cookies too much.” He shrugs, “You also pick at your nail polish all the time. Your fingers are never the same colour for more than one day.”
You laugh, “In my defence, I get anxious.” You shrug.
“Better than biting them off.” He smiles.
You lick your ice cream, “Exactly.” You grin back at him.
But it all dawned on you for real... He was leaving next Sunday, and that was it. You wouldn’t see him for a while. Not if he didn’t stay in contact with you. You wanted him to... so you told him, “Are you gonna text me? Are you gonna call?”
He looks over at you with a small glimmer of hope in his eyes, “Is that what you want?” He asks you, “I’m not even sure I’ve got your number.”
“Pass me your phone.” You roll your eyes, punching in your number and texting him, “There... now you can reach me anywhere in the world.”
WEEK FIVE – OLD HABITS (DON’T) DIE HARD.
It was unfortunate that the two of you just so happened to have a bad week on Tom’s last. Filming for Tom was dragging out longer than ever, he hadn’t had a day off this whole week, and it was Sunday night... he wanted to see you and yet, you were stressed to. Neither of you had time for each other.
The marking of hundreds of tests from Exam Week had just begun and you were being pressured by everyone around you to be done. To get your work done. You had no time for you and no time for Tom. All you wanted to do was spend time with him and yet, if you did you think you would explode.
Not because of him – but because of the immense stress. He would do the same if he was being quite honest... and really? Truly? You had been putting Tom on edge. He didn’t know why. He was tired and honestly? He was just over everything. He wanted to be left alone. He wanted space... but when you’re living with someone else you don’t get much of that. Especially in a house as small as yours, where the living room connects to the dining room and the kitchen and the only other space, he has is upstairs where your room connects to his and one bathroom.
Tom started to avoid you and you started to avoid Tom – both of you in fear of pushing each other away with your words. So, you just ended up spending less time together.
... whoever thought that would be why you and Tom avoided each other?
You would’ve done so if he treated you like shit for five weeks. You would’ve avoided him... but he made his way into your heart. He really made his way into your heart. He lodged himself in there and you did the same to him. It was stupid and dumb and all you wanted was to cry in his arms because of how much work you were doing. How late you would be staying up and he wanted to do the same.
But as this chapter’s called Old Habits (Don’t) Die Hard... they don’t. They don’t die hard. Not at all... and it’s unfortunate you had to find out this way.
You and Tom ran into each other on Sunday night. The last night he was spending here, and you’d barely seen him all week. You missed him... bad.
Just looking at him was enough to make you cave. Enough to make you want to wrap your arms around him – but his tone... it cut, and it cut sharp. A tone you never thought you’d hear from Tom again. One he promised you he wouldn’t use ever again.
You were friends.
So why did it feel like you weren’t?
“Move out of the way, y/n.” He huffs, as he tries to move past you.
You shake your head, “No... I miss you, Tom. We’ve barely spoken all week, and this is your last night here. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“There’s nothing wrong.” Tom looks at you, his eyes pierced. God was he good at pushing you away – although this time you didn’t budge.
“No.” You stand your ground, “Tell me what’s wrong with you, Tom?”
“What’s wrong with me is that you won’t get out of my fucking way, so I can go to the kitchen and grab a glass of fucking water.”
You moved aside, but followed him into the kitchen, “Why are you acting like this, Tom?” You question, “You know I’m here for you.”
He scoffs, “I’M STRESSED OUT!” He raises his voice, “And you’re not making it any better, y/n.”
“Oh...” You look at him, “You don’t think I’m not stressed, Tom? You don’t think my job is hard? I stay up night after night trying to work hard for these students.”
“It’s not working.” He mutters under his breath – you heard it... but you wanted to be sure he really said it.
“What’d you say?” You question him.
His hands are now on the kitchen counter as he looks down at the marble, before he looks up at you, “I said it’s not working.” He scoffs, “You work your ass off and it doesn’t work.” His tone it’s condescending, and you don’t want to believe what he’s saying is true.
Because he promised you... he promised you he wouldn’t be like his old self ever again. He promised you that he changed... it hurts your heart. More than you’d admit, and Tom could say the same as he looks into your eyes, his exterior still tough but regretting everything he’s said to you in the past five minutes... but as you look up at him with anger... all of his thoughts perish.
“FUCK YOU!” You laugh is dry and smooth out of your throat, “God, you like that don’t you? Treating me like shit. You made a promise Tom. You made a promise you wouldn’t treat me like FUCKING SHIT EVER AGAIN... and you’re doing it now.”
You stare into his eyes. Fire. Red is all you see.
“I thought I could live never knowing why you fucking hated me all my life. Why you made me cry every fucking day. You tormented me for the better half of everything and you wanna know what I think? I think you’re an insecure jerk who has absolutely nothing better to do because you’re a scumbag, you’re a piece of shit, Tom. That’s all you’ve ever been.”
“God, I fucking hate you. I hate everything about you.” You shake your head, “I hate how you were nice to me for the past month and a half and now you’re acting like an absolute dick because you’re leaving tomorrow... use me for a place to stay and then leave.”
“Was that your plan, Tom?” You question him, “Was that your plan all along? To fucking use, me... you know what? I wouldn’t be surprised if it was.”
Tom stares at you as you speak, shaking his head, “No. Y/n. My plan wasn’t to use you, I thought I could like you, tolerate you... but fuck you’re the worst person I’ve ever met. You wanna know why I hate you? Because you stole the spotlight from me every single goddamn fucking time! Paddy sees you as more as a sibling than he sees me. Sam and Harry? You’re closer with them. MY FUCKING PARENTS probably love you more than me.” He scoffs, “So I hate you, y/n. Because you stole my fucking life and you’ve wasted the past five weeks of them too.”
Tom walks up to his room, leaving you stunned. You finally know what you did – and you didn’t even mean to do it.
“Paddy, c’mon. You gotta eat.” Tom sighs, “Please.”
He shakes his way, “I like the way Y/n makes it... yours is gross.”
Tom sighs, irritated, clenching his jaw, “Well y/n isn’t here right now... and it’s just pepperoni pizza. I made it just like she said.”
Paddy shakes his head, “No you didn’t... can she come over, and do it? Oh! Maybe we can watch Star Wars.”
“Paddy, I thought we were gonna watch those together.” Tom frowns.
Paddy shakes his head once more, “Nah, she has all these fun facts about the movies and every time we watch, she’s got something knew... watching with you would be boring.”
Tom watches his brother walk away as he looks down at the pizza he made, feeling tears well up in the sockets of his eyes, taking a bite of his pizza, he sighs, “Tastes the same.” He mutters to himself.
-
Sam and Harry ran down the stairs bumping into Tom. It was Halloween and Tom was ready to go, he had his Spider-Man costume on and a tote bag, ready to take his younger brothers trick-or-treating.
“You guys ready to go?”
The two brothers exchange a glance, “Oh...” Harry starts, “Well, we told Y/n we’d go with her since she just got her lisence... and Paddy’s with his friends... What about Haz?”
“He’s with his girlfriend.” Tom sighs, “It’s... It’s fine. Have fun, I guess.” He shrugs, waiting by the door all night for the kids who wanted to Trick-or-Treat.
-
Tom sits on the couch as he watches his parents come down the stairs, “Where are you guys headed? I thought we were supposed to hang out today.” He questions his parents.
“Oh! Y/n is graduating from university... she’s going to become a history teacher.” Tom’s mother says proudly, “We’re so proud of her! She’s been working so hard.”
“So why are you guys going?” Tom questions his parents once more as they look at each other.
Sitting down in front of him, to have a short conversation, his father speaks, “Tom... Y/n is like one of our children... you can’t expect us not to go... we love her as much as we love you.”
-
It hurt him... All those times everyone had left him – for you. That’s what drove his hatred for you. But now he knew why everyone had left him for you. Because you were kind. You were beautiful and sweet. You were a good friend. You had made Tom happier than most people had in his whole entire life in the past five weeks.
Paddy was right, when the two of you watched Star Wars, you had facts for almost every scene and most of the time he wants people to shut up when you watch movies. He didn’t want you to. You were interesting and you always giggled at the stupid jokes in the movies. Sometimes you’d fall asleep, and Tom would carry you to bed... it seemed like that happened a lot.
You were a good driver, and always offered to take him everywhere when you could. Given, most days you were at school, you always made the effort to drive. He appreciated the gesture of you picking him up from set, always driving smooth enough to let Tom get a little sleep before waking him up when he got home to your house... which had started to become, well, home.
His parents were right... you worked hard. For everything you had. For everything you owned and everything you did. You were a beautiful, stunning girl and you had strong opinions and that’s what made you who you are. You say sorry after everything even after you weren’t supposed to. His parents were right. You taught hard, you worked hard.
He loved you as much as they loved you – probably more.
He’d never tell you that – maybe, maybe, going back to the same place the two of you were before would be for the better... maybe, if Tom started to hate you again, this would all be easier. That’s why he yelled and tried to push you away.
...so why did this hurt more than a thousand suns... a thousand knifes to the heart?
MONDAY was harder than you thought it would be. Tom had left as early as possible. Getting an Uber to take him to the airport. His stuff was gone when you treaded to his room to apologise.
You were supposed to take him to the airport.
Sighing, you went downstairs and made yourself breakfast. At seven am you expected Tom to run through the door, all sweaty. Shirt stuck to his chest – but... he didn’t.
He didn’t run through the door when you expected him to. He wasn’t there and he wouldn’t be there. He’d never be there... and your heart hurt because of it. You didn’t want to go to school. You didn’t want to do anything because you didn’t have Tom here to do it with you. He had become your rock. Your motivation.
Tom sat on the plane feeling the same. He regrets not telling you how he felt. He regrets not telling you anything. He regrets not apologising before he left because he thinks that you think he meant everything he said to you. But he didn’t... he didn’t mean any of it.
Your co-workers and students could tell something was wrong but didn’t press on the issue. It wasn’t their place to. You don’t know if you’re thankful for that or if you’re upset about it – wondering if people actually cared. If anything, you were doing was actually working. If your life was the way you wanted it to be... or had it been the way you wanted it to be.
Had you enjoyed picking up Tom from work? Had you enjoyed him picking you up from work? Obviously, if Tom was overseas none of that could happen because your life is here, and Tom’s is there and yet... you need them to collide and crossover.
You need to be with him.
But he wasn’t here. He wouldn’t be here for a long time... so that was just the way it was. Waiting for Tom. Waiting for a man who’s going to come back... waiting for someone you know will come back.
Night dawns in on London. Tom left earlier, even though his flight was meant to leave that night. He left before you woke up and practically hung out at the airport all day because he couldn’t bear to see how hurt you were.
Tom sighs getting on the plane with Zendaya, “What’s up with you?” She questions.
“Y/n and I... we got in a fight. It was bad.” He says quietly, “I think I really messed things up with her.”
“Probably.” Zendaya laughs softly.
“What do you mean?”
“Tom, you’ve been rude to her for almost all your life... you thought something wouldn’t happen? Y/n knew it. Y/n was worried that you’d go back to the same ways. She told you... and you did it, Tom... you did what she feared you would do.”
Tom stayed silent for a moment, “I miss her, and it hasn’t even been a whole seven hours.” He murmurs, looking up at Zendaya, “I love her, Z. I’ve been such a fucking idiot all her life and I love her... so much.”
She sighs, “You have been an asshole, you gained back her trust, and then you fucked it all up again... you can tell her you love her. You can try and build back everything you gained from her – but she’ll always be scared. Not if you don’t prove to her that you can be different.”
Tom looks back at the door to the airport, going in, looking back at Zendaya, “Do you think it’s too late?” He questions.
“Tom, she’s fallen for you – she’s long gone... Even before you moved in with her, she loved you... she told me, herself.”
“Fuck...” Tom sighs, “I gotta – I gotta go.”
You shut your laptop; your ticket booked. You need to see Tom. You need to tell him how you feel what you feel. God, you missed him so much. You told work you’d be away for two days. You were going to visit him and if all else failed, you didn’t know what you would do. The rain was pouring down, when you ran out your front door and down to your car. You didn’t. You collided with the floor – and collided with someone else.
“Ow!” You hold your head, “I’m-”
Your eyes meet Tom’s.
Your eyes meet Tom’s.
You felt like you could finally breathe again. You felt like everything was good. You felt like everything was falling into place... it had barely been seven hours. Seven hours since you had last seen him, and you could cry. You started to cry.
Tom’s arms wrapped around you as you both sat on the floor, not saying a single word. Your tears seeping into Tom’s jumper, before he noticed you wearing his jumper that he gave you back on the first week of living with you.
You tug him closer as you keep crying into his jumper. Not being able to say a single word. Just cry, your sobs filling the air as he places a kiss on your head, being the first one to speak,
“I’m here.” He whispers as you cry harder, pulling him in, “Hey, it’s okay... tell me what’s wrong.”
You pull yourself out of his grasp, “What’s wrong is that I’m in love with you!” You sob, “I’ve been in love with you for all my life and all you’ve done is a complete ass. I’d never steal your family from you, Tom... all those times I hung out with them, you could’ve come! You didn’t even come to my graduation!”
Tom’s eyes well with tears, “Every day I lived here I felt guilty for everything... I hated you because I was arrogant and ignorant and... when you helped me back in high school, I... I started to like you and I should’ve let myself, but, then Halloween rolled around, and my brothers ditched me to hang out with you... if they had asked me to go with them I would’ve... I would’ve gone and your graduation, I should’ve gone... I’m so proud of you, okay? And I haven’t ever been the nicest, not even when I wanted to.”
“You don’t have to trust me, you don’t have to jump in with me right now, but I love you and I want to be with you... but I want to prove myself to you, that I can be better.”
You look into Tom’s eyes, a couple tears rolling down your puffy red eyes, “You’ve done that... you’ve proven yourself already... you’ve proven you can change. We got into an argument, sure, but now that everything is in the open... we can be better... you can be better.”
He nods, his face drifting closer to yours, “Let me be better... let me be yours.”
“You already have me.” You whisper as his lips land on yours.
There’s something different in the kiss. It’s soft and sweet and the taste of salt is not missed. Your lips are in flurry, tongues mixing together, intertwined as the two of you were on the floor of your deck. The rain pours down around you and you can hear the patter of it on the roof above you.
Tom’s hands run over your body, making you shiver, as you pull away softly, “You have me, Tom... all of me.” You whisper quietly as you feel your body lift the floor and the front door close behind you. Kisses on your lips, strong and soft. Full of passion.
“P-Please.” You mutter against his lips, “Please.” You beg.
“Please, what?” He questions you softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Fuck me,” you breath, “I’ve wanted you for so long, please.”
You feel your core dripping and pulsating already, needy for Tom’s touch. You need all of him and your body won’t stop wanting until he actually touches you – and even then, it might not stop. Nothing will ever stop. Your want and need for him will never stop.
His hands are cold as he pulls you up the stairs, placing you down on your bed, kissing your neck, your jawline. Your cheeks, your nose, your forehead. His hands trailing up your shirt as he does so. Your hands intertwined in his as he kisses every inch of you. You can feel your core tense, and you can feel yourself flush. God, your cunt aches for him.
Your breath comes out soft, needy... and you can feel Tom smirk as his lips keep connecting with your hot skin. A chuckle escapes his lips, leaving the ghost of his breath, “You’ve waited so long, can’t wait any longer, can you?”
You shake your head, “No... No, I can’t.” Tom’s hands go to lift up your shirt, searching your eyes for permission, “Do... do whatever you want... I don’t care.” You say breathlessly, “I just- I just want you.” Your breathless and Tom knows how needy you are for him.
He lifts your shirt over your head, and you pull off your panties and sweatpants – he’s baffled by the site of you. How perfect you look for him. How you’re only his and nobody else’s, “Fuck you are so beautiful...” He trails off.
Kissing your neck once more, Tom doesn’t stop there. Moving his lips lower and lower, in-between your breasts, down your stomach... and right above your aching cunt. You feel yourself subconsciously buck forward, needy for everything he has to give you. For his tounge, fingers and cock to touch you in the one place that needs the most attention. His patience is strong and yours is running thin.
“Please...” You mewl, “Please, Tommy.”
Tom listens to your begging as he swipes a finger over the lips of your pussy, your juices covering his thumb, “So fucken’ wet.” He smirks... and without any warning he dips in, his tongue running a line, making you moan.
His thumb stays on your sensitive, rubbing your clit as your moans remain desperate. Desperately needing more of him. Tom’s tongue moves faster against you. Pressing kisses against your clit, kitten-licking you and making circles around your clit. The way he eats your pussy is godlike. Bringing you closer and closer to your edge. To your heart’s desire... and Tom god, all he wants is to feel you cum all over his swollen, red, fucking lips. Moaning and groaning against your cunt.
He slips his middle finger into your wet hole. Needy and wanting... everything you’d been feeling over the past five weeks was finally coming full circle. Tom looks up at you as your head falls back, and your fingers become tangled into his brown curls. Desperately needing more of his tongue. For him to go faster – and harder. His tongue is addicting and the way his finger curls inside of you only leaves you wanting more and more – you can feel yourself getting closer. Closer and closer. Your cunt is pulsing as you feel yourself walking, about to dive off of that perfect edge. Your stomach fuelled by fire. You feel the bottom of your stomach tingle and your body shudder against Tom’s mouth.
“Fuck Tom! Jesus fucking Christ!” You moan breathless.
He can feel just how close you are as your cunt tightens around his finger, he pulls his mouth away for a slither of a second, “Cum for me, baby.” And then his mouth is right back on you, wanting to taste every last drop of your orgasm... and he does.
Fuck you’re sweet. You’re so fucking sweet. He’s thinking about how this will be the only thing on his mind for a long time. How your cunt and the taste of you will be something he wishes to never rid his tongue of. How the taste of you is addicting. You feel yourself, however, grow eager for more.
And Tom feels it too. His cock aching for your touch. His cock hard, wanting every inch of you, “Tom... fuck me, please... fuck me.”
Tom doesn’t wait another second before pulling down his pants, taking off his shirt. Letting you watch him strip for you. Looking down at his cock, wanting every inch of him inside of you, letting your eyes graze over him... “I wanna lick your abs.” You mutter quietly.
His eyes snap up at you, “What?” He questions with a short laugh.
“You were notsupposed to hear that.” You laugh, “They just look really... lickable.” You shrug.
Tom walks over, “We’ll see you to that then.” He presses a kiss on your lips, “But if I don’t fuck you right now, I might explode... where are the condoms?”
“They should be in this drawer.” You say leaning over to open it, but there’s nothing inside, “Fuck, I ran out.”
“Let me check my room, I’ll be right back.”
You bite your lip as you watch him walk away, desperately rubbing your thighs together, bucking your hips for some sort of desperate stimulation while he’s away and he lets out a laugh, “You are way too eager.” He whispers.
Walking over to you, you spread your legs, Tom positioning himself right at the entrance to your cunt, “You ready, Princess?” He whispers softly in your ear as you nod.
Tom’s cock slides inside of you and begins to move slowly, warming you up. The condom on his cock, giving you that slight bit more of lubrication than your pussy provides. He’s pressing against your cunt, rubbing your clit with his fingers and his lips on yours. You’re still reeling from your last orgasm. Your clit sensitive to every touch. You feel your hips buck against him.
“Fuck, Tom... you are going way too slow.” You say.
Tom moves quicker and all you can hear now is skin on skin, his balls slapping against the back end of your pussy, “Fuck,” He mutters looking down at you as your tits bounce. How your mouth widens when you moan, and your hips continue to keep bucking against the slit of his cock as he presses in on your g-spot. His hand moving from your clit to your stomach, applying some pressure onto you, and you let out another perfect moan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” You groan needily, “Tom, please.” You beg.
He presses into your cunt harder. Your bodies moving together like mesh. Desperately and needy. Like water. Fluid and in motion. Your bodies are one – so much better than you ever could’ve imagined. Every single time you fucked yourself, rubbed your clit. Every single time you made yourself cum to the thought of him. Every single time you moaned his name needy... and now you were doing it for real. He was really the one making you cum. Pulling you to the edge. It was real and it wasn’t in your head and dreams like every time beforehand.
Tom felt the same way, finally pressing himself into you, rather than pumping his own cock with his hand. He loved feeling the way you felt. He loves feeling how wet you are for him. He was the one making you cum – making you feel good like everything he had thought about before. You were a daydream come true and he finally got to have you. Got to hold you. This was real. It wasn’t in his head – and he couldn’t believe it.
Tom’s head falls into the crevice of your neck as he fucks you senseless. He can feel himself getting closer to the edge and he can feel your cunt tightening too, “Fuck,” He swears, “’Mma cum.” He groans.
You moan, “Me- me too.”
You cum first, feeling your stomach grow hot and your body jerk forward. You falter slightly against Tom as you feel his cock twitch inside of you, a few moments after. It’s the first time someone’s ever cum with you – and the first time you’ve ever come so hard that your legs felt sore after... you have a feeling it won’t be the last time this happens either.
Tom rubs your inner thigh softly, as he throws out the condom and gets back in bed. Lying next to you, “You gotta go pee.” He whispers.
“I love it when you whisper dirty things to me.” You joke, “Thank you, Tom.”
“For what?”
You shrug, “For changing... You think I can’t trust you – and I don’t... but I also do. I trust that you will be a better person... I trust that you will treat me like your equal... I trust that you will love me if we do decide to be something... if you want to be something.” You hastily add.
He turns to face you in the depths and warmth of the sheets the two of you are buried under, “I want to be something.” He says quickly, “I do... I want to be something – more preferably your boyfriend.”
You smile, “I’d like that too... really, I would.” You cup his face in your hands, “Please believe me... I trust you.”
He smiles softly, “I believe you.”
You grin wider, “Okay, now... lemme go pee.” You giggle walking away.
THE EPILOUGE – THE BOY WHO LOVED YOU.
So that’s how you got here. Unable to live your life without Tom, unable to think without him or make a simple decision. Unable to live without Tessa. You lived in a house with Tom, and his dog and you missed him every single day when he left for America the next day after getting with you.
When your family found out it was safe to say that they were surprised. Tom did hate you, but after a few months everyone settled. You were happy and... so was Tom.
He still feels guilty all the time – and he’s always insecure about the things he says to you because he never wants to make you upset again – but you always assure him that you’re okay, that the two of you were okay.
Carefully, you look into Tom’s eyes, everyone knew about your relationship because of Instagram and it’s safe to say your students freaked out – the whole school pretty much had. You just laughed at all the questions they told you and offered some sweet stories to your students.
But tonight, was the premiere of No Way Home and it was your first red carpet actually being seen by the cameras... and actually being on Tom’s arm.
“I’m nervous.” You tell him, “I’m really, really nervous.” You whisper in the back of the limo. Zendaya was in a separate car – and you were with Tom. Jacob already got there, texting you a few moments before he arrived indefinitely.
“Y/n, it’ll be okay.” He presses a soft kiss to your lips, “We’re okay. They love you... all the fans they do love you.”
You groan, “Don’t! What if they change their mind one day and decide to dig up some crazy information on me.”
He laughs softly, “Darling, you’ve charmed them all as much as you’ve charmed me.”
Pulling upto the red carpet, finally ready to step out of the car, “You ready?” He questions you.
You nod, “It’s just me and you, right?”
“Me and you.” He places a kiss to your lips, and you can’t help but melt.
It wasn’t like this before – and now that it was, you’re not sure you would change anything that happened to lead you here. Lead you right to the love of your life.
dark tom holland when ur both filming a sex scene but he actually fucks you in front of the directors, who are none the wiser
pairing: dark!tom holland x actress!fem!reader
warnings: smut (minors dni,+18) (non-con)
the tension was high on set the moment you walked in. it was the day for the sex scene in the movie with your co-star tom holland. he was a sweetheart on and off screen until you’ve found yourself in this situation. usually these sex scenes were meant to be fake in reality but that was not what was happening as of now.
you and tom were under the sheets, to not reveal much nudity on screen and if anything slipped you were still in skin colored underwears. nothing would happen right? it was just acting. those were what you thought to yourself before the scene until tom was actually sliding himself into you.
“what are you doing tom?” you whispered in his ear so that no one else would hear it. it was actually against the rules to do such things in front of the camera because it would technically be pornography.
“making everything more realistic, darling. remember, i’m a method actor.” the camera was rolling and he was actually thrusting into you instead of pretending. your eyes were shut and back was arched.
“great y/n, maybe a little harder tom, make it more believable, yeah?” the director ordered and tom was smirking in your neck while also kissing your soft skin. as the cue came in he went harder and started to moan too. your moans were filling the set and you were scared people would find out what was happening in reality.
your breath was getting heavier and tom’s smirk was getting wider. he was genuinely enjoying this, on the other side you were confused about this whole situation, it felt wrong in so many ways. he didn’t even tell you that he was going to fuck you on set for real.
before either of you could finish the director yelled “cut!” that was when tom pulled out without making it obvious. he adjusted both of your clothes and acted like nothing happened.
“let’s take one more take guys. are y’all okay with it?” the director asked and not letting you speak, tom jumped in to say “any scene with her is okay with me really.” he winked at you and all you could do was smile and nod.
summary: peter comes across sex pollen on one of his missions
cw: choking, fem! reader, squirting, choking, a little degradation, daddy kink, dom! peter
a/n: ITS FINALLY OUT AHHHHH
you were a nervous wreck
peter had gone on a mission and you had yet to hear from him since he told you that they arrived at the warehouse where the mission took place. he was usually very quick to let you know when he was on his way back and give you updates, but you haven’t heard a word.
it was a fairly simple mission with low level villains. it was a classic hideout bust which tony usually took you guys on to practice real combat. it’s been about four hours and you had yet to hear from him. usually the most difficult of missions would take two and a half hours.
you were pacing around the compound as you awaited their arrival; the other avengers attempted to comfort you but you were just worried sick.
it wasn’t until much later that you heard them arrive, and you ran quickly to the entrance ready to scold peter for not texting or calling however you were met with a frantic tony.
“get banner we have a situation” he pants out and you’re quick to do as he says; getting the scientist and bringing him to the ship.
however, as you attempt to hop on after bruce you are stopped by tony.
“sorry kid but i don’t think you should see him right now” he says as he blocks the door way.
“what the hell happened tony?” you wonder with a little anger at being stopped. you make out peters voice as you hear him whine.
“she’s here, i can smell her, fuck princess need you so bad, so hot fuck- baby need you” he groans and your eyes go wide at his tone of voice.
“so i guess i have to explain now huh?” tony groans as he steers you back into the compound.
tony then tell you the tale of him and peter’s encounters in the warehouse where in a last attempt to get away someone threw a bomb that was composed of a high end “sex pollen” which increases libido to the point of pain, and unfortunately your boyfriend was subjected to it while tony’s suit was able to filter it out.
“sooo, he just needs sex?” you piece together as you and tony sit across from each other.
“well, i would say yes but i’m not sure what the pollen combined with his genetic composition would entail, he might be in a frantic state of mind that would cause him to injure someone” he explains.
“and hopefully banner will find a cure” he sighs out as he moves to presumably find bruce and help with a cure.
“and where is peter now!” you yell after him.
“like hell im telling you!” he yells back causing you to groan.
and that’s how, with a few bribery’s on your part, you ended up pittering down the hall at the dead of night in nothing but shorts and a tank top on your way to fuck pollen out of your boyfriend’s system.
you can hear his panting through the door. soft whines and moans are all that can be heard through the door as you walk towards the room.
he was going insane, his hand pumping his cock at any thought of you he could conjure up: you on your knees pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, you on your back; legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into you, you on your hands and knees as he fucked into you from behind.
what noises would you make? how would your cute little face look? could he get you to squirt on him? how-
his thoughts are interrupted when he hears a door open; and immediately as the door peers open his senses go into overdrive. his body heats up and his cock stands at attention.
he was consumed with the thought of you
“peter” you gasp out as you look at him. he looked desperate, sweat covering his body and his face. he had a red flush that trailed down to his heaving chest and it was hard to ignore his flushed cock that looked painfully hard; as it bobbed against his abs.
“baby” he whines out panting softly; he was so damn needy and he knew that if you stood in the room for too long he wouldn’t be able to control himself.
“princess fuck- you gotta leave or else im not gonna be able to control myself” he pants out as he closes his eyes throwing his head back. he releases small whines as he waits for your response; selfishly hoping you would stay and help with his issue.
“no baby im gonna help you; gonna make it better okay?” you respond as you inch closer to him. he groans at your words skin heating up further at your promises.
“o-okay baby, but i don’t know if i’ll be able to hold back” he mewls out breath picking up in pace; as his anticipation increases.
“it’s okay peter; just do whatever you need” you say as you approach him hands moving to him cheeks, and he moans at the small touch. he looks up to see a soft smile gracing your beautiful face;
he almost felt bad for what he was about to do.
he quickly moves his lips to yours before moving his hands to your ass, as he grabs handfuls of it pulling at the fat before slamming his hand down. you yelp at the contact and he groans into this kiss. your tongues are sloppily battling as need drives your actions.
he pulls away and leans over as he whispers a small “jump” and you comply. he catches your legs as they wrap around his waist and he moves you to the bed with ease before laying you down.
he leans to hover over you as he moves his lips back to yours again; his hands planted by the sides of your head. you two continue the intense exchange before he pulls away making you whine.
he moves to stand before pulling your shorts down; moaning at the sight of your bare cunt that was already drooling on the sheets.
“aww this poor pussy; look at her crying all over my sheets, she’s been missing daddy huh?” he smirks as he strokes his cock moving to position himself in front of your slit. you whimper at the filth that comes from his mouth; causing more arousal to soak his sheets.
“been missin’ your cock daddy need you in me” you moan out moving your hips as you attempt to catch the tight ring of your cunt on his cock.
“fuck- naughty thing, you know i’d eat that cunt but i need to be in you right now, okay baby?” he pants out as he explains his reason for skipping his usual extensive foreplay; even though you were practically begging for his dick he still assured you of his actions making your heart swell.
he waits for your agreement and when he catches you nod your head he moves his hands to capture your legs folding them back into your chest as he situates himself between your thighs.
he moves one hand from your leg to alight himself with your little cunt; he taps the fat head of his cock against your clit before moving to your hole and pushing in.
he moans as his tip sinks into you; you felt like heaven. he felt like he was gonna fucking bust, but fuck he needed more.
he continues to bully his fat cock into your soaked pussy as he inches into you. you moan at the stretch; your cunt struggling to accommodate him despite taking him many times in the past.
“shit baby- fuck so good, need you to relax so i can fuck this pussy right, need you to be good and take this dick, shiiiit” he moans out as he moves one of his hands down to rub at your little clit so you can take more of his dick. he feels you flutter around him and it allows him to slide into you with more ease, and with one surge of his hips he bottoms out causing you to squeal.
“ah- feel you here daddy” you babble out as you grab the hand that was on your clit, and moves it to your throat. he groans at your actions before tightening his grip on your neck causing you to moan.
“fuck- you’re such a little slut, just waiting for someone to pound this pussy; need someone to make you go fucking dumb” he groans out as he pulls his hips back leaving only the tip of his cock in your pussy before slamming his hips back into you; bottoming out again. he continues to repeat the process at faster intervals, as he moans at the clutch of your cunt. you almost scream at the rough treatment; drooling and babbling as he fucks you dumb.
“fuck yeah baby girl needed this fucking cunt” he moans out as he pounds into you. the quiet of the compound in drowned out by the squelch of your tight cunt as he fucks into it, your slick leaking from your cunt making his dick shine in the light as he pulls out of your heat.
“hear how fucking soaked you are baby? this pussy is so excited to see me” he mocks as you hear the obscene sound of your moans and the wet pats of his hips slamming into yours.
your body reflexively inches back from his brutal thrusts as your legs shake in his hold; your hips leaning away from his cock causing him to growl.
“nuh uh baby girl, be good and take this dick” he sneers as he grabs your leg pulling you back towards him as he continues to wreck your poor cunt. at the feeling of being manhandled your cunt flutters around his dick causing him to chuckle.
he moves his hand from your throat to your clit before pressing down and rubbing tight circles. your pussy squeezes down on him at the action and he knows you’re close.
“fuck! m’ gonna cum please daddy fuck, s’too good” you babble out as tears soak your vision. he laughs at your admission before leaning down over you.
“you better hold it baby” he smirks as he removes his hand from your clit. this causes a sob to leave your throat as he continues his brutal thrusts; the stimulation of his cock fucking into your pussy still leaving you on the edge of an orgasm.
“you’re gonna cum when i cum baby; this is about daddy after all” he sings as his hips still momentarily grinding into your g-spot causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head as you tremble in his hold.
though it doesn’t last for long and he resumes his brutal pace. he fucks into you with long hard thrusts as the tip of his heavy cock abuses your g-spot. he groans as he looks down at your cunt struggling to accommodate him; your cute little cunt twitching as you strive to be good and hold in your orgasm for him. you were his good girl and his good girl deserved his cum.
his moans become more frequent as his abs tense and he knows he’s close.
“fuck- baby be good and cum on this dick” he moans, and as soon as he finishes his sentence you cum with a squeal. your pussy gushes as you squirt on him in streams; soaking him and his dick.
at the sight he moans out before burying himself into your pussy and pumping you full of his cum, and for the first time in hours he feels relieved.
that is for a few seconds as you two come down from your highs before the tingling feeling returns and he stiffens inside you.
“sorry princess but it looks like we have more to do” he smirks as he softly rocks his hips.
the next morning
“y’know we worked really hard on that cure just for you horny kids to fuck all night and keep the compound up” tony remarks as he walks into the kitchen with you and peter in it.
“im so sorry mr. stark” peter stutters out; his face a bright red.
a complete contrast to how he was fucking you last night
“it’s fine kid as long as you’re alright” he says as he grabs a water and walks back to where he came
“and i hope you used a condom kid! i don’t want little spider-man’s running around” he yells on his way out causing both of you to groan.
about. conrad likes things simple, but you want more—turning things complicated.
warnings. foul language, underage drinking
ricky rocks. i kinda have a friend that looks like conrad AND has the same nickname, W.
“save me some, connie.”
your soft teasing voice fills his ears, your finger tip poking him in the cheek from where you stood behind him. it causes him to dip his head backwards to look at you, his soft brown curls falling back from his face as he smirks to you.
“thought you weren’t coming.”
“changed my mind,” you took a seat next to him from where he sat in a low beach chair. you could tell it was probably a good thing that you did come due to the beer bottles and heavy liquor stacking up by his side. it probably would have been a real lonely night without you, one he’d probably regret in the morning.
“well i’m glad,” his hand reached to you, touching the bare skin exposed beneath the cropped top you wore. his finger tips were cold making you shiver slightly as they grazed your hip bone to all the way up your shirt. “you’re so far.”
his head leaned against the back of his chair, focused so closely on you that it made you so nervous for no particular reason. the flames from the fire that you were both sat around gave a soft glow to his face that made your stomach twist in a jittery feeling.
he looked so pretty. and so calm.
“c’mere, baby,” his finger hooks within your waistband, tugging you lightly to get you up from your seat and come closer. you feel your body strike up in heat as you were now sitting on his lap and his arms were tightly pulled around you. “now i can see you better.”
“you’re a big goof, connie,” you push his hair from his eyes, shaking your head with a smile. “sometimes i actually think you like me.”
he laughs quietly, “why wouldn’t i like you?”
“you tell me,” you press your nose against his, closing your eyes, regretting the fact that you even said anything. you knew if the conversation exceeded those two sentences, it could ruin the balance.
what you and conrad had, was something you weren’t going to take for granted. everyone knew he was very picky with girls, so the fact that he chose you was something you took honor in. the only thing, this relationship, was hanging on by threads and could be easily rocked into the sea with lack of caution. there was no label, that’s what it was. no label to tie you two together, making it easy for prying eyes to capsize the relationship if they tried so hard.
“no,” he shifts slightly underneath you, pulling his face a bit from yours so he can look at you, to see your eyes and what was flooding through them. “what do you mean?”
conrad was more unbalanced when drunk, not unbalanced but empathetic. you should have known he would question. he surprisingly thought more deeper on things, didn’t let it go as easily opposed to when he was sober and wanted no problems. he wanted to know why, when, who, details, whatever. he wanted to clarify, otherwise while in clear mind, he didn’t care for fogginess and vague statements.
“talk to me.”
“i didn’t mean it,” you tried to smile, leaning closer to him in hopes he’d just let it go. “i’m joking, kiss me.”
he scoffed, “you mistake me for a fool,” his voice is highly amused but you can tell he’s not joking, and he wants to hear your truth. “you don’t think i like you?”
you pursed your lips, carefully conveying his face, trying to decide how you’re going to go about this because you can’t lie; he’ll know, he always knows, he can read you like the back of his hand.
“conrad,” your tone is hard and he can here the hesitation, he knows you don’t want to talk about it, don’t want to disturb the peace.
“be honest,” his fingers press against your cheek, almost pinching it teasingly before speaking again, “why do you think that?”
“you’re drunk,” you say, “maybe we should talk about this later.”
“if we don’t talk about it now, we’re never going to talk about it.”
right, exactly.
“i think… i really like you, connie, but you don’t really like me—like the way i like you,” you have your arms looped around his neck now as if holding him so he won’t get away. making the moment last. “i mean i should know better, but i can’t help but…” you stop pressing your lips against his.
“i think you think too much, y/n,” he taps your chin lightly, teasing, “i like you. i think you’re great, why are you so worried?”
“connie… i don’t know how to say this without seeming like a bitch, but everyone knows you don’t have the best track record.”
“and you’re everyone?”
“no,” you say fast. “no, but-“
“but what?”
“but why does it seem like we’re nothing? like we sleep in the same bed, but we’re still nothing to everyone.”
“why does it matter who we are to these people, y/n?” his eyes crinkle in the corners as he asks you this, his head tipping back in motion to the rest of the people on the beach. “you are so much better than that.”
“because maybe i want you all to myself and i want everyone to know that,” you mumble, almost feeling shameful, but he grins at the clinging nature that has suddenly came over you.
“then show them,” he chews on his bottom lip, looking up at you with smug look. “show them i’m yours.”
Summary: When you and Peter begin working on an assignment for your Child Development class and Morgan overhears your discussions, she starts to think that you and Peter are actually expecting a baby, leading to a lot of confusion and a very pissed off Tony.
Word Count: 3.8k
Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy and childbirth, swearing, typos
a/n: just something nice and fluffy before the last chapter of bty comes out and crushes everyone’s souls
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“MJ is so pissed,” Peter laughed as the two of you walked hand in hand into the penthouse of the tower, “she said Flash has already made three misogynistic remarks and eight ‘that’s what she said’ jokes.”
“Oh god,” you chuckled, “she’s gonna kill him.”
Peter’s phone buzzed again, “nine jokes,” he updated with a smile, texting her back a frowny face.
“I’m just glad we got paired together,” you said as you set your backpack on the kitchen counter, “I mean imagine if you got paired with Flash… or worse, if I got paired with Flash.” You grimaced at the thought.
