heyy, can you do a fake insta for timothée? pronouns: she/her and face claim: blanca soler (or grace abrams). thanks <33
social media au | timothee chalamet
pairing: timothee chalamet x celebrity!reader
warnings: swearing! apart from that absolutely none lol
a/n: hi there!! thank you so much for sending this request in, and sorry for having taken so long! i was writing my finals this week so i was studying 24/7 but literally got to it the second i was free to! hope you like how it turned out :) (btw how freaking gorgeous is blanca soler actually??? i'm literally crying because hOw) ALSO part 2 of this is already in the works and most likely coming out sometime within the next week!!!
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tchalametdaily
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tchalametdaily timothee was spotted yesterday embracing a mystery girl and handing her flowers. does anyone know who she is?
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timmyfan49 i didn't know timothee was seeing anyone??? my heart is in literal shambles rn wtf
timmyfan05 everyone's trying to figure out who mystery girl is, meanwhile i'm over here bawling my eyes out because of course timothee is the type of guy to get you flowers
yourfan62 this looks an awful lot like y/n... i knew they were friends but maybe they're more? 🤭
timmyfan84 dude omg imagine if it really is,,, hollywood's two hottest people in a relationship? i don't think any of us would be able to handle that
yourinstagram
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yourinstagram back in ny for a bit ♥️
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yourfan94 nobody touch me i'm still trying to recover from the sheer gorgeousness of this picture (and desperately failing lmao)
yourfan62 am i the only one who noticed that timothee liked this picture suspiciously fast?
timmyfan81 no lol it's so obvious that they're dating it's like they're not even trying to hide it hahaha
realbarbarapalvin hot stuff <3
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timmyfan63 timmy's in ny rn as well... coincidence? i think not
tchalamet
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tchalamet 🐠
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timmyfan71 he doesn't even have to try and he still manages to look beyond adorable like???
timmyfan45 am i the only one who reallyreally wants to know who took this picture??????
yourfan75 i swear on everything that i hold dear that it was y/n, someone said they spotted them at the airport together
timmyfan36 is there proof? did they take a picture?
yourfan75 no but it checks out ig, she told someone on twitter some time ago that she was planning on going on vacay and she probably only went to ny for a couple days and then they flew out
tomholland2013 the weather looks lovely mate!
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yourfan62 me, patiently waiting for y/n to post a vacation pic as well to confirm what i already know 🙂
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yourinstagram this picture was taken on literally the only day when it wasn't too cold to wear a bikini :))) still had a blast though!
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yourfan62 I TOLD YOU GUYS!!!!!!
timmyfan73 this is as much confirmation as we could wish to get lol
yourfan81 what did this picture confirm???? i'm literally so lost, i took a break from instagram for a month and suddenly i don't understand anything???
yourfan94 people are speculating that y/n is dating timothee chalamet now, and since he posted a picture of him from vacation at the sea two days ago, everyone is taking this picture as confirmation that they were there together and thus are dating
yourfan81 omg thanks i had absolutely no clue!!!!
taylor_hill literally wow
yourinstagram love you t!!!!!
maudeapatow ♥️
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timmyfan72 timothee chalamet or the world's greatest photographer??
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yournameupdates honestly i don't know if the y/n x timothee dating rumors are true or not but they definitely would make a fitting couple haha!
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yourfan27 am i the only one who thinks it's a little bit weird how obsessed everyone is with these rumors? i think unless either one of them confirm them we should just let them be... but maybe that's just me lol
yourfan19 literal soulmates aaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!
timmyfan83 honestly as long as they're both happy i don't care wether they're really good friends or dating... they would make one of the most amazing couples ever though!!!!
yourfan62 it's not even a rumor at this point lol everyone knows they're a thing
tchalamet
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tchalamet sleepy
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timmyfan67 i bet y/n took this picture
billieeilish why is there a pillow on the floor though?
tchalamet in case i fall off the chair from being so s l e e p y
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timmyfan29 those jeans would not look this good on anyone else feel free to fight me on this
timmyfan18 you look sososo amazing in those jeans i'm literally screaming!!!!!!!
tchalamet thanks, my girlfriend thinks so too
timmyfan91 DID TIMOTHEE JUST?????
yourfan26 I THINK HE FREAKING DID OMG
yourfan62 I TOLD YOU GUYS THEY WERE A THING!!!!!!
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yourinstagram amore
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yourfan79 LITERALLY SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP
timmyfan12 we are all agreeing on the fact that this is 113% timothee right?? RIGHT?????
yourfan62 WHAT HAVE I BEEN TELLING YOU GUYS SINCE DAY FUCKING ONE????????
yourfan14 girl aren't you the one who has been commenting on literally every picture of those two since that very first one of them embracing got posted?? 😭
yourfan62 YES!!!!!!!!!!
timmyfan38 she better treat him right otherwise i WILL throw hands
Synopsis: a few months after your breakup, you call Tom crying and needing his help
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Tom got into his car after running some errands and pulled his phone out. He felt his heart stop when he saw that he had three missed calls from you. He quickly went to your contact and started to draft a text. His thumbs danced over his keyboard as he racked his brain for what to say. He hadn’t spoken to you since the break up and couldn’t imagine why you’d called him three times. Before he could send the text, you called him again.
“Hello?”
“Hi. It’s me.” Your quiet voice sounded through his phone.
“Yeah. Hi. I know it’s you.” Tom smiled in excitement and slid down in his seat.
“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know if you blocked me or something.”
“No, no I didn’t block you. I’d never do that.” Tom assured you.
“Oh.” You said again, your voice cracking this time.
“Are you okay, darling? You sound like you’re crying.”
“Um, yeah. I am.” You admitted. “Where are you? Are you busy right now?”
“No. I’m not busy. Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?”
“Um…” You trailed off and he could hear you sniffle on the other line.
“Darling? Do you need me to come get you?”
“Yeah. Could you come get me?”
“Of course. Send me your location. I’ll be right there.”
“Okay. Thank you.“ You croaked on the other line. Tom got a text with your location and put his car into drive.
“Do you need me to stay on the phone?” Tom asked as he started driving towards you.
“Yeah. Could you?”
“Of course. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
“I can’t.” You whimpered. “It’s really bad.”
“It’s okay. You can tell me. It can’t be that bad.”
“It is. It’s really bad. I did something really bad.” You said as you started to cry again.
“It’s okay, love. You can tell me. There’s nothing you can say that will make me think any less of you.” Tom assured you. This seemed to calm you down and Tom heard you go quiet on the other line.
“Really?” You asked quietly.
“Yes. Really.” Tom promised. “Just tell me what happened.”
Tom heard you suck in a sharp breath before starting to cry again. He listened to you crying with a sympathetic frown on his face until you calmed down enough to speak.
“I hit him with my car.” You cried. “He ran into the street and I didn’t stop in time.”
“Okay. It’s okay. Just try to breathe. It’ll be okay.” Tom said as he processed what you were saying. It sounded bad, but he knew he had to keep his reaction neutral for your sake.
“Are you almost here?” You asked in a shaky voice.
“Yeah. I’m turning the corner now. Do you see me?” Tom asked as he pulled over on the side of the road. He spotted your car and could see you inside. You were hugging yourself with your free arm as tears streamed down your face. He could see blood on your right tire and felt his mouth go dry.
“I see you.” You made eye contact with him and nodded.
“Okay. I’m gonna hang up now, okay?”
“Okay.” You sniffled and hung up the phone. You both got out of your cars and you ran into Tom’s arms. He stumbled back in surprise as you hugged him tightly. It had been months since the last time he touched you and he didn’t think it would ever happen again. He slowly wrapped his arms around you and held you close as he whispered things to calm you down. He stroked your hair as you cried into his chest before kissing the top of your head.
“It’s okay.” He assured you. “I’m right here. I got you.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.” You sniffled and pulled out of the hug.
“It’s okay. You did the right thing calling me.” Tom told you as he cupped your face to wipe your tears with his thumbs. You nodded before looking back at your car.
“I did something really bad.” You croaked out when you turned back to him.
“It’s okay. Whatever it is, it’s okay.” Tom pulled you into another hug and rubbed your back.
“It’s not okay.“ You cried into his chest.
“But it will be. Can you show me what happened?” Tom asked calmly.
“You want to see the body?” You asked him. Tom felt his heart pound in his chest but he nodded.
“Yeah. Just show me what happened.”
“Are you sure? It’s really bloody.”
“Is…is he dead?” Tom looked around before whispering.
“Yeah.” You cried. “He’s really super dead.”
“Okay. Show me.” Tom said and wiped your face again.
“He’s over here.” You slipped your hand into Tom’s and brought him down the street. Tom shut his eyes until he felt you stop walking. When he opened his eyes, he saw a dead squirrel lying on the street. He looked at you in confusion and you had your hand over your mouth as you cried.
“Uh, darling?” He asked softly. “What am I looking at?”
“That’s the body.” You sniffled and pointed to the squirrel.
“Of a squirrel.” He pointed out.
“It was a squirrel.“ You said and started to cry again. You buried your face in his chest as Tom tried to hold back his laughter.
“Is this what happened? You ran over a squirrel?” He asked as he rubbed your back to soothe you.
“I didn’t mean to. It just shot across the street. I saw it running and I thought it could make it across the street but then I heard it and I knew he didn’t make it.”
“You heard it?” Tom asked as he stifled a laugh.
“The sound was so bad.” You told him. “Like, so bad.”
“Oh wow.” Tom nodded and let a tiny chuckle escape his lips.
“Are you laughing?” You realized.
“No.” He said quickly. “Okay, yes. I am. But come on, darling. I thought you killed someone.”
“I did! Do you not see the bloody massacre in front of us?” You exclaimed as you pointed to the squirrel.
“Honestly, he had it coming.” Tom shrugged. “From the story you described, he was jaywalking.”
“Tom!” You gasped and playfully smacked his arm.
“What? It’s true.” He insisted. You laughed a little before your eyes landed on the squirrel again.
“I should’ve stopped. I saw him running and I really thought it could get across the street. They’re usually so fast, you know? They always make it out of the way in time. But this guy just came out of nowhere and didn’t make it across the street in time.” You explained. Tom turned his face to conceal his laughter as you wiped your face.
“Wait. Not me victim blaming.” You realized.
“Darling.” Tom turned around and burst out laughing.
“It’s not funny! A man was killed today. You’re looking at a crime scene.” You pointed to the squirrel again but started to laugh as well.
“I’m sorry. I just can’t get over how I genuinely believed you committed vehicular manslaughter. I drove here as fast as I could to comfort you after thinking you murdered someone only to find a flat squirrel.”
“He really is flat, isn’t he? I’ve never seen an animal so flat.” You said as you both looked at the squirrel.
“He’s just two dimensional.“ Tom shrugged.
“Like a cartoon.”
“Yeah.” Tom agreed. “Like a cartoon.”
“When I got out of my car to see if I hit him, I thought it would be like in the cartoons where a dead animal had little x’s over his eyes and his tongue was out and stuff. I did not expect this. This is a pancake. I took a squirrel and I turned him into a pancake.”
“Yeah, no. He’s definitely dead. He is nothing but street meat.” Tom nodded as he looked at the flattened squirrel. He looked at you to see if you were feeling better, but you still looked upset as you stared at the squirrel.
“I’m a horrible person.” You said quietly.
“No you’re not, love. It’s not your fault.” Tom assured you as he wrapped an arm around you.
“It is my fault. I was behind the wheel. I took his life.” You sniffled and wiped your tears away.
“Maybe so. But it was probably quick and painless.”
“It was definitely quick. But I don’t think it was painless. Your guts don’t exit your body painlessly.” You said as you gestured to the squirrel guts in the street. You looked at the squirrel again and your face scrunched up in misery.
“What’s wrong?” Tom asked as he pulled you back into his arms.
“He was just crossing the street and I killed him. I feel so bad.” You cried as your eyes never left the squirrel.
“I know you feel bad, darling. But it’ll be okay. What would make you feel better?”
“I need you to hit me with the car.” You said as you pulled out of the hug.
“What?”
“Please? I need you to hit me so I know how he feels. An eye for an eye.” You said as you walked over to Tom’s car. Tom followed you and put his hands on your shoulders.
“Darling, I’m not gonna run you over. Off the top of my head, I can think of like 3 reasons why that’s a bad idea.”
“You don’t have to run me over.” You rolled your eyes. “I just need you to hit me.”
“I’m not gonna hit you with my car.” Tom said definitively.
“Fine. Then punch me in the face or something. I need to be punished for what I did. I need to feel his pain!” You said as you shook Tom by the shoulders.
“I’m not punching you in the face.” He laughed and shook you back. You let go of him and pulled at your hair in frustration.
“Ugh!” You groaned. “You never listen to me! This is why we broke up.”
“Clearly I dodged a bullet. For all I know, I was your next victim.” Tom replied, making you both laugh.
“I can’t believe you just said that to me.” You tried to be shocked but you couldn’t hold back your laughter.
“That’s what you get for making me think you killed someone.” Tom said as he pulled you back towards himself by the hand. You looked down at your connected hands for a minute and sighed.
“You really thought I killed someone and drove here to come get me?” You asked as you looked up at him.
“Of course I came. I wasn’t gonna let you do through that alone.”
“Really? Even though we’re not together anymore?”
“I told you I’d always love you.” Tom said quietly. “I wasn’t lying. And loving someone means to show up for them everytime they need you.”
“Even when I need you because I just murdered Sandy Cheeks?” You asked as you cracked a smile.
“Yep.” He returned the smile. “You’re my person. Nothing changes that.”
Your smile grew and you stepped back into Tom’s arms. You stood in the street in a tight embrace for a while as cara drove past you. You were no longer crying and Tom wanted to keep it that way.
“I have a plastic bag in my car. Do you want to get the squirrel and bury him?” Tom suggested.
“I appreciate the offer, but unless you have a scraper, we’re not getting that squirrel off the ground.” You said as you looked back at the squirrel.
“Yeah, you might be right about that. You got him pretty good.” Tom chuckled.
“I know. What’s it called when you stay home and mourn someone’s death for 7 days?” You wondered.
“Shiva?”
“Yeah. Shiva.”
“Do you want to sit shiva for the squirrel? Will that make you feel better?” Tom asked you.
“I don’t think we can.” You frowned. “I think that might only be for immediate family.”
“We could do something similar. What about this? I go to the store and get some food and we meet back at your flat to have a ceremony for the squirrel.”
Tom thought the suggestion would appease you, but you still looked upset. You looked at him and frowned a little.
“What?” He wondered.
“Can we go to the store together?” You asked in a quiet voice, making him smile.
“Yeah, darling. We can go together.”
“Okay, good. You just always brought home the wrong things. Even though I always wrote you a list.” You said as you walked towards Tom’s car together. Tom smiled a little at the memory of the life you once shared together.
“It wasn’t my fault.” He insisted. “Your handwriting was just really hard to read. And you always asked for weird things.”
“Excuse you. I did not ask for weird things. I asked for cream cheese once and you brought home sour cream.” You reminded him as he drive in the direction of the store.
“That’s a perfectly reasonable mistake.”
“Maybe. But it was no longer reasonable when you tried to convince me that they’re interchangeable and insisted on putting it on your bagel.”
“Yeah. That was not my best move.” Tom laughed as he looked over at you.
“I think watching you eat that sour cream bagel was the beginning on the end for us.” You joked.
“It wasn’t that bad.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes. All you had to do was give him a look for him to cave.
“It was really bad, yeah.” He admitted as you both laughed. He pulled into the supermarket parking lot and you sat in comfortable silence for a moment.
“I kinda hate that I don’t know if you’re still that stubborn.” You said quietly as you looked over at him.
“I am.” He assured you. “Most of the time anyway. I just always had a weakness for you.”
“I can see that. Do you know how stupid it makes me look that you showed up today?”
“What do you mean?”
“I broke up with you because I felt like you were never there. You were always away for work. I thought you prioritized too many things over me. But today, you dropped everything and came to see me because I hit a squirrel.”
“In my defense, I thought you hit a person. I didn’t know it was a squirrel until I got here.”
“Still. You showed up. It makes me think I was wrong to break up with you.”
“Believe it or not, but I’ve been saying that for months.” Tom said, making you laugh. Tom laughed too and once your laughter died down, you were left looking at each other. Your eyes flickered to the store and then back to Tom.
“I don’t want to go in yet.” You said as you looked at him through your eyelashes. It had been a few months, but Tom still felt like he could read you pretty well. Before he could second guess himself, he leaned in and kissed you. He knew he made the right decision when you moved from your seat to his lap without ever breaking the kiss. You tangled your hands in his hair as you deepened the kiss, making up for all the time you had spent apart. When you pulled away, Tom felt like he could cry from how happy he was.
“Ready now?” He asked as he tilted your chin towards his face with his pinky.
“Yeah. I’m ready.” You smiled and climbed off his lap to get out of the car. You walked into the store hand in hand and began to ship around.
“What kinda food should we make?” You asked Tom as you strolled down the isle.
summary: songfic. watch you sleep. by girl in red. admiring luke as he sleeps peacefully beside you
warnings: none, just , fluff fluff fluff
word count: 1k+
The morning sun shines on your skin
Luke had always been a heavy sleeper, he’d sleep through anything and everything. This morning, the sun is particularly bright, which rose you from your own deep sleep. Your eyes flutter open to see Luke facing you, his eyes still shut, shielding his piercing blue eyes.
The sun warms up his exposed skin, making it glow right in front of you. The way the sun falls on his face highlights all of his features. The small bags under his eyes, his slightly overgrown facial hair, and his golden curls falling over his forehead as he lightly snores.
'Cause your white curtains, they are paper-thin
You roll over only to look at your phone, the time reading eight AM. You’re never usually up this early, but the blinding sunlight is telling you to be up and start your day.
It’s usually how you and Luke woke up, there was never an alarm set or anything. The sun easily broke through the thin, white curtains hanging over the windows in you and Luke’s room.
At first, this annoyed you, you didn’t want to be blinded first thing in the morning.
But it’s a blessing in disguise, this lets you see your beauty the first thing in the morning, you would never change the curtains. Ever.
Windows open, I can feel the breeze. But we’re safe here, under the sheets
You feel a cool breeze travel through the room, making the curtains sway. You guys had left the window open last night, it being one of the first nights in a while the weather was nice.
It created a calm place for you and Luke. Going to bed with nice, clean bedding, clean bodies, some fresh air, you two easily knocked out.
The breeze continues to come into the room, causing you to shiver a bit. Luke shutters in his sleep as well, scrunching his nose a bit as he curls himself up into a ball and pulls the sheets over his shoulder. He blindly reaches his arm out to pull you closer.
The warmth of his body cures the shivers you have from the breeze, you relax in his embrace, your face not even an inch away from his. He falls back into his deeper sleep as you lay safely under the sheets in his arms.
I don't ever wanna leave
Quite frankly, getting out of bed was probably the least favorite part of your day. You absolutely loved laying in bed with your Luke. You loved the morning talks you had, and the sleepy, lazy kisses you shared in the morning.
If you could, you’d lay in the warmth of Luke and the sheets all day, not daring to move an inch. Something about it is just so vulnerable, and it’s so comforting to you.
I'll watch you sleep and listen to you breathe
Luke is still peacefully in his slumber, his arm draped over your side as he slowly breathes in and out.
Seeing him so relaxed made you feel warm inside. Only you got to see this soft side of Luke. The sleepy Luke, with his guard down. Everyone else saw a large, and sometimes intimidating man all day long but only you get to see him with his swollen red lips and his sleepy eyes as he rests. Only you get to see his bedhead and hear his light snores. Only you.
You also loved listening to him breathe, even if you weren’t necessarily facing him, when you fall asleep at night you focus on his breath. You listen to him breathe in, and breathe out, it lulls you to sleep almost instantly. And the nights where you have trouble sleeping, you tend to mimic his breathing, taking breaths in and out with him as you slowly drift away.
Watching him rest and listening to his breaths right now brings you so much calm. There’s nothing that could break your focus from the sight in front of you.
I never get bored of looking at you
It’s unknown how much time has passed at this point, you’d been entranced in Luke’s presence since the moment you woke up.
Your eyes never drifted away from him, you watched him as his eyelids moved slightly as he was dreaming and how his lips slightly part when he breathes out.
It’s addicting, looking at him. How could someone be so pretty? Was there ever a flaw on him?
'Cause every time, I see something new
You begin to notice an accumulation of freckles decorating Luke’s skin, they usually show once the spring/summer seasons start. And you loved how they spread across his nose, barely getting his cheeks.
To wake him up sometimes, you’d trace along the freckles with your finger, playing connect-the-dots across his face.
Like the scar on your spine lip.
One thing you enjoyed looking at was the hole where Luke’s lip ring once lived. Your thumb slowly traces his bottom lip, right on top of the hole as you study him.
You found this unique about him, it was something very common and everyone pretty much knew Luke once had the ring, but it’s just one of the things that makes Luke, Luke.
You lived a life before me
It’s hard to believe there was a time when you and Luke hadn’t been together, it seemed like you have been with him for a lifetime.
But the noting of the lip rings makes you think back to the time he actually had it, he’d gotten it pierced a while before you had met and it was long gone once you had started dating.
That time he had it pierced though, he was touring the world. Making music, living his life, partying, had other friends, it’s so weird to think that you guys coexisted in the world without knowing the other existed.
But now, you guys are together, and that’s all that matters. You live in the present with each other and that’s all you need.
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Luke begins to stir and his eyes flutter open, finally exposing the blue eyes you have missed so much.
A smile spreads across his face once he sees you awake, “hey lovey,” he rasps out, “whaddaya doin’?”
“Nothing,” you reply, pushing his curls back with your fingers, “just watching you sleep.”
Summary: a blurb where Luke’s being soft with a sick reader
A/N: I had so much fun writing this!! Fluff isn’t my strongest side, but I tried and that’s all I can do😌. If you enjoy it, please consider leaving a like, comment and/ or reblog! Happy reading🌻
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“I’m home!”
You hear him shuffle in the hallway as the front door closes. Automatically, you wrap the woollen blanket tighter around you and bury your face further into the pillow.
He went to the studio before you woke up that morning, only leaving a note to fill you in on his errands and when he’d be home.
you want soft Luke, I’ll give you soft Luke. how about a soft shower with Luke, nothing sexual, just washing each others hair and lathering soap onto the others body and giving little kisses every once in a while
i love your threatening tone for soft!luke lol but omg stop but don’t stop i love this so much.
btw this killed me and i hope it kills you with softness as well
donate to my ko-fi here :) –for a trip to disney world I’m going on in March!
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It had been a long day. You and Luke barely even got a chance to give each other a good morning kiss before you were both out the door. You to work and him to go do interview after interview.
When you finally did get home, after letting Petunia out and refilling her water bowl, you went into the master bathroom to take a nice hot shower. You connected your phone to the bluetooth in the fan and put on your soothing playlist that included billie eilish and the 1975.
You step under the waterfall shower head, letting the warm water seep into your twisted nerves.
“Lovie?” you hear Luke’s voice over the gentle rainfall and soft music.
“Yeah?”
“Did you just get in?”
“Yeah,” you open the glass door peering at him. “Want to come in?”
He smiles and you watch him undress, noticing how tense he was too. He opens the door wider letting in a gust of cold air causing you to gasp and get goosebumps.
“Sorry, sorry,” he says quickly shutting it. He takes you in his arms to warm you up under the fall of water.
“Rough day for you, too?” you ask squinting so the water doesn’t get into your eyes.
“Too rough,” he sighs peeling away a strand of hair that clung to your cheek. “I didn’t get to kiss you this morning so that was a sign it’d be a shit day.”
You giggle at that. “Can I fix that?” You lean up to press your lips to his wet ones.
His arms snake around your waist kissing you back sweetly, humming slightly.
“All better,” he smiles pecking your nose then grabs your body wash.
He squirts some in his palm and lathers it over your shoulders and down your back, his touch is extra gentle as he rubs under your breasts and on your tummy. When the water washes it all off you he kisses your shoulder breathing you in. Flowers and coconut, his favorite.
You grab his shampoo popping it open.
“Bend please,” you order and he leans forward. You squirt his shampoo at the top of his head put the bottle away and massage your fingers in his curls. He rests his hands on your waist, eyes closing, quiet moans coming from him as you work your fingers in his hair.
He knocks his forehead on your shoulder so you can reach the back of his neck, your fingernails are long enough to scratch up his scalp. He hums again and you murmur in his ear, “head up baby, time to rinse.”
He kisses your shoulder again and stands up straight aiding you in getting all the shampoo out of his hair. When it’s all out he shakes his head like a dog and you squeal from the droplets hitting you. His laughter echoes in the walls.
“Sassy boy,” you scold moving close to press your lips to the center of his chest.
You stay in for awhile letting the water fall on you as you held each other, talking about your day and to never miss your good morning kiss again but agreeing that if it did happen, you’d have showers like this to make up for it.
Summary: You've put up with a lot from Calum- a little too much if you ask me. How far is too far? and when will you finally walk away?
"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"
Warnings: A fair bit of angst.
Words: 1.3k
When Calum asked you to go to his father's birthday lunch you swore today would be the day he finally asked you that one damn question you’d been waiting for him to ask for damn months now.
Because people don’t just take anyone to their family lunches, right? Right?
During the car ride, Calum told you that you looked beautiful, stating that your summer dress made your eyes pop and that he particularly liked the way you did your hair today. The compliments made your heart jump and you kept waiting. Desperately.
Ask me, I’m ready.
I’m waiting.
But when you tried to grab his hand apon entering his family home he was quick to brush you off. He continued to introduce you to everybody at the party as his friend and even more so, his cheeks turned a rather embarrassing shade of pink when you scooted closer to him to the point where your knees were touching whilst his mother was talking to you both.
You should be the one that was embarrassed, not him.
Slowly throughout the event, your heart sank more and more in your chest. No amount of sparkling wine could distract you from the way that Calum didn’t even look in your direction. Unlike on the car ride, where he’d had his hand on your thigh the entire time, eyes flicking to the passenger side where you sat every few seconds.
When the two of you were in bed together he deemed he couldn’t get enough of you. Calums calloused hands had grazed every inch of your body and soul. You knew his deepest fears and he knew yours. You discovered his fear of being alone before he was even aware of it. You’d spent a portion of his last tour with him, missed key exams to be front row at his concerts. Picked up drunk phone calls at three am when he needed a ride home from parties. You’d listened to him talk about how badly he’d been hurt before and why he’d never let himself get hurt again.
“You make this celebrity thing a little less lonely, you know?”
You were a fool to believe you meant more to him.
“I’m just not a relationship person. I don’t do relationships.”
The breaking point was when he left you alone in a room filled with strangers to talk to one of his childhood friends who had been invited. And he looked at her the way he should’ve been looking at you.
You were filled with jealousy. A sickening amount at that. But there you stood alone, a glass of sparkling wine in your hand as you watched Calum- your date look at another girl in a crowded room the way he only looked at you when the two of you were alone.
Calum was not yours. But you so desperately wanted him to be.
You decide to sit down at a nearby table, your fifth glass of wine had made your head hurt but you grab another, hoping this one would numb the pain a little better than the previous glass did.
Moments go by before the seat next to you is pulled out and Calum takes a seat next to you.
“You alright? You’re very quiet today.”
“I’m good.” You assure him, feeling yourself begin to choke on your words ever so slightly.
“You know you can’t lie to me, lovey,” Calum tells you softly.
He considers grabbing your hand for a mere moment before wiping the thought from his head. Instead, he takes the glass of alcohol from your hand and places it softly on the table.
You want to throw the wine in his face and ruin the designer suit that he looks so good in. But that wouldn’t be very mature of you, so instead you play with the gold band around one of your fingers, refusing to meet the eyes of the boy who was so seemingly worried about you.
“Cal?” You swallow, praying you don’t choke on your own confidence. "If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"
Calum freezes, so you repeat yourself. Only a little louder this time.
"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people… will you do it?"
“I-I…” Calum draws out his answer, hurt eyes staring down at the table.
He can’t even look at you and that alone is enough of an answer.
You purse your lips. Salty tears threaten to spill from your eyes and god - if you weren’t currently in a room with so many people you would’ve let them slip. Maybe that’s why you’re so thankful you and Calum are finally having this conversation in front of all his closest family. That way he can’t see you completely and utterly torn.
You grab the wine he’d previously taken from you and skull the rest, needing some sort of liquid courage to get up and leave.
You knew that if you didn’t end it now you’d repeat this cycle for many more months. Allowing yourself to be used and discarded when necessary on Calum's part.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Y/n, please don’t go.” He begs quietly. Afraid anyone around him would hear the situation that was currently taking place. “Please stay.”
Time after time you’ve done as he asked. You’d turned away shifts at the bar when you desperately needed money to spend evenings cuddled up in his bed whenever he was available. Slipped away from family events early to meet for coffee because he asked you to. You’d cancelled girls' night to run away to a random hotel because he missed you. And for fucks sake, you’d cancelled dates with boys who were actually interested in putting a label on it when Calum had told you they weren’t worth it.
But not this time.
You stand up hurriedly, pushing your chair into the table with such a force it makes the glasses shake and cutlery clash together harshly. Calum looks around to make sure no one’s paying attention. He catches a few concerned gazes.
“You’re scared, Cal.” You hit him with the bitter truth. “You’re scared I’m going to hurt you the same way they did. You’re scared I’m going to get frightened off by the paps and crazy fans and you’re scared that you’re not worth it.” As you speak, Calum doesn’t try and stop you. “I have stuck around through everything. Everything. And I have waited for you to realise.”
“I almost left months ago you know? But Ash, he- he told me to stick around because eventually you’d realise what was right in front of you and you’d make me yours but I have waited for so long and I can’t do it anymore.” You swallow harshly. “I’m not just going to keep fucking you when it suits you.”
Had he really been treating you like that? Calum ponders, like some object he can call on when he feels like it?
“You’re more than that.”
You had become somebody Calum regarded highly. Your presence alone bought him joy and he thought he’d proved that to you. But Calum wasn’t a relationship man - he’d told you that before. The brunette doesn’t know what else to say. Your words, brutally fucking honest strike him like a knife to the chest.
“Really? Because it doesn’t feel like it, Cal.” You collect your phone and keys from the table. “Don’t call me, don’t text. Just- let’s leave this here. Whatever this is - “ you point between you and Calum. “It’s done. Find yourself somebody else to fuck over. I’m not going to sit around and wait for you to realise what you’ve got anymore.”
The part that hurts the most is that Calum just watches you walk away. Somehow after all that a small part of you thought he’d try and stop you from leaving and an even smaller part actually expected him to grab you and kiss you as you’d asked to prove his feelings.
But the bigger part of you knew that Calum would never do that much. He was hurt beyond repair and as much as you believed you could fix him - you couldn’t.
Calum can do nothing but watch desperately as what was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to him walks away.
Calum knowing you stress bake a lot and then coming home with the guys to see the kitchen a mess and trays of baked goods
I know you said I could change this to ashton but i’m keeping it Calum and you’ll see why! 😉
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Calum had gone out for a guys brunch with Ashton, Michael and Luke. Brunch for Bros is what Ashton so proudly named it and he never left the house without giving you a goodbye kiss. You were still in bed when he left and your headache was still pounding against your skull.
A million thoughts have been running through your head for the past three days. This upcoming week is going to basically be hell. You have meetings upon meetings, you need to get dinner with a coworker friend because she thinks her job is in jeopardy, you’re planning an album release party for Calum and the guys and still had a million things to do.
You were drowning and since Cal wasn’t there to help you destress, you threw your hair up in a messy bun and you got out all of your supplies to make cupcakes.
Ever since you were young, whether on your period or just upset in general, you’d always bake. Brownies, cupcakes, muffins, three chocolate cakes, whatever it was it helped calm your mind so that’s what you did.
While the first two batches of chocolate and yellow cupcakes were cooling all about the kitchen, you were working on batch number three. You didn’t even hear the front door open.
“Wow, something smells amazing cup…cake,” Calum’s voice slows when he gazes upon the baking mess in your kitchen.
Egg shells were in a pile near the sink, flour powdered the countertops and when you turned around, you had cake batter and flour stuck to your cheeks.
“Oh. Hi,” you say breathlessly setting your bowl of batter down. You were pouring them in the little cupcake holders.
“Oh cool! Can we help decorate?” Luke asks peering at the cooling trays on the table.
“Go right ahead, I head frosting,” you huff then move back to your mix.
While the others move to the table picking up the different bowls of frosting you’d already concocted, Calum stands next to you. He takes the bowl from your hands then spins you around to face him, his eyes full of concern.
“What’s going on?”
“Too much, so here are three dozen cupcakes,” your shoulders slump.
Calum holds your face in his hands, his thumbs wipe off the flour and cake batter. He licks the sweet liquid with his tongue then kisses your forehead and hugs you tightly.
“I’ll make the boys clean up and we’ll go upstairs and take a bath. I’ll massage your shoulders and you’ll tell me what’s got you stress baking, yeah?”
“Okay, thank you,” you mumble in his armpit, breathing in the laundry detergent and his cologne.
“Anytime, cupcake,” he kisses your forehead as the guys shout behind you about who gets to decorate what.
could you maybe write a fluffy “my lipgloss is all over your lips.” with calum hood please!! <3
"Calum! we have to be on stage in less than five minutes."
Ashton's fists collide with the bathroom door, knocking furiously in an attempt to get Calum out and ready to clamber on stage. However, his attempts were feeble.
"I'll be there in a minute, mate, just finishing up."
You giggle quietly. But not quite enough apparently.
"Yeah yeah, clean yourself up and tell Y/N that Sierra's waiting for her."
Calum lets out a low and frustrated groan, those familiar cold hands not leaving your clothed waist.
"I haven't seen you in four months. Why can't I just say I feel sick and hang out with you?" He complains, allowing his delicate face to land on your shoulder.
"And hide in the bathroom all night? You know we can't bub. So many people have come here to see you perform." You run your fingertips through his curls, tugging at a few knots. "I'll see you after the show, Cal. Then you can have me for the rest of the night."
Your legs were spread wide. Calum had been standing in the middle of them in the boy's shared bathroom. The 2015 style 5 seconds of summer shirt that adorned your body had been mere seconds away from being removed.
Calum was desperate to keep his fingertips against your warm skin. The same skin he hadn't been in contact with in such a long time and good god - you'd be lying if you said your body didn't ache for his touch.
Michael had previously joked, stating that this was the reason you hadn't come along for the majority of the tour - claiming your presence was too much of a distraction for Calum. Truthfully the boys all adored having you tag along. Sierra loved it the most, stating she needed more female energy on tour.
"C'mon." You nudge his head and fix the mop on top of his head. There was no point really, but still, you brushed the curls to the side and straightened out his shirt. "Showtime."
Your boyfriend takes your hand and leads the two of you out of the bathroom. From the dressing room, you can hear the fans chanting causing the room to vibrate ever so slightly.
You don't know how he and the other boys do it. The thought of standing on that stage alone makes you want to throw up the food you ate on the plane.
"Wait, Cal." You grab the brunette's arm before he can leave the dressing room. "My lipgloss is all over your lips."
Half of you was tempted to let him go out there with your pink lip gloss smeared across his lips and down his neck. The fans would absolutely eat it up and the boys would too. But you chose to be nice to your boyfriend tonight.
Grabbing a nearby tissue you wipe the remains away, laughing softly when it doesn't come off easily. Calum stands still and watches you with a familiar love-filled gaze, eyeing the way you narrow your eyes to wipe it away with care.
Making sure Calum is in the clear you peck him once more on the cheek, making sure the pink gloss leaves a clear stain in the shape of your lips. That one would do.
hi friends :) i wanted a new user so i was wondering if anyone could suggest some! i put some tags of things i’m interested in (i probably forgot a bunch though lmao) but it can be to do with anything really i don’t mind <3
we need a milf reader x tom where dads are ogling at her
pls and thank you
i was truly obsessed with this concept it was so cute and fun to write
shameless | tom holland
gif by @thollandgifs !
it’s late evening. tom had gotten off work a little later than usual, and you’d taken your time eating dinner together before wandering to the grocery store for the week's shop.
the store is relatively empty, considering the hour, and it’s the picture of peace as you walk leisurely down the aisles with your hand in one of tom’s, the basket hanging from his other arm.
“okay,” you begin, holding up a small slip of paper littered with tom’s messy handwriting, “we’ve got the eggs, almond milk, peaches…” you’re mumbling to yourself as you check things off the list, and tom is watching you intently, smiling as he observes you. “oh! we need to get some more of those cookies, the little ones with the…the…” you snap your fingers, trying to remember.
tom quirks a brow, “the fudge ones?”
“yes! those ones.” you nod, looking over to search the shelves for the familiar box.
“i thought you didn’t like them?” his brows furrow together, reminiscing on a time when you forced the box away from you, hardly able to handle the scent.
“well i guess the baby changed their mind.” you shrug, rubbing a hand over your swollen belly with a hum.
tom looks down, admiring the action you do so absently now, without as much as a thought. he shifts the basket into the crook of his elbow to free his own hand, joining you in the soothing motion. he can’t help but grin, over taken with joy at the reminder that you’re carrying his child, that in a few more weeks, you’ll be parents. he leans in and presses his soft lips to your temple. you hum in acceptance.
down the aisle, tom catches the maundering stare of man about his age glued to your body. you’re wearing a loose knit sweater under your trench coat, but with your due date growing nearer, you show through most of your clothes. tom hardens his gaze at the man, who is shameless in his ogling of you. it makes his skin crawl.
“c’mon love,” he tugs on your hand, his eyes forward, “i think they’re in the next aisle.” he doesn’t really know, but he can’t stand the hungry look being shot at you, so he pulls you away, pressing himself closer and glaring at the bloke as you pass him.
“are you okay?” your sweet voice pulls him back to you, expression matching your tone when he meets your eyes.
“yeah, m’ okay.” he nods, pecking your cheek to further his point.
“mmk,” you hum, “what flavour of protein bars did you want, lovie? you didn’t write it on the list…tom?”
“what the fuck?” he mutters, head turning as another man eyes your form.
“excuse me?” you remark incredulously.
“baby, we gotta go.” with a bit too much urgency, tom tugs your hand, and the waddle you have to do to keep up with him must look ridiculous.
“tom, tom, slow down, pregnant lady here.” you remind him, still as confused as ever, “what’s wrong?”
“oh, shit, sorry, love,” he seems to calm, “are you alright?” and there he is again, your attentive, loving husband.
“yes, i’m fine, are you okay?
he huffs and looks around. you’re in the health food aisle now, and it seems pretty vacant, “these men keep looking at you, darling, like they want to fucking ravish you.” he explaims in a hushed voice, seriousness crawling amongst each word.
you laugh, and tom pulls back.
“y/n,” he says sternly, “i’m serious.”
“i know,” you giggle, “that’s why it’s so funny.” with a squeeze of his hand you release it, moving yours up to his shoulder instead, “why does it matter?”
tom seems almost offended by this question, “because you’re my wife?” he says, as if the answer should be incredibly obvious, “and it’s weird to look at a pregnant woman, who is clearly in a relationship, so shamelessly??”
you can’t bite back your laugh any longer, and it tumbles out when you shake your head and pat his cheek, “you’re ridiculous and cute. go get your protein bars, doof.”
author’s note; this was originally gonna be a headcanon for a request that @sunshinehollandd sent in, but i liked the idea of it being in fic form as is (w a few minor adjustments) :) enjoy my loves 💗
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tom loved kissing you, and you loved kissing him. there was no doubt about it. his lips, soft, smooth, warm, against your chapped ones, tasting whatever flavour of lip balm you put on that day. and when you kissed, butterflies sang with their wings so sweetly, and hearts soared over the rainbow; a love poem being written between two, very in love, lovers. his kisses made you feel weak in the knees, honey filled your veins every time. and when he pulled away, there was always that dizzy feeling that you couldn’t get enough of.
but, in the middle of all the dizziness and honey flowing, it was no secret that your boyfriend and the love of your life, tom holland, loved spreading his love on any part of you that he could reach.
it mainly started out when you were still fast asleep, dreaming, and he had just woken up — the sun shining through the curtains, giving the bedroom a warm, dreamy, yellow look. and he could see all that you were; beautiful, curled up into him, soft breaths leaving your parted lips. he genuinely thought he was still dreaming whenever he woke up to you (sometimes he pinched himself to let him know that, that, was in fact, not true).
he began his day of loving on you by kissing you on both eyelids, so gently. and then, he moves on to kiss your lips the same way, secretly hoping that he’ll be your prince charming in the way aurora and snow white were waken up by theirs.
and just like your own fairytale, you do.
“good morning, princess” tom speaks with a rasp to his voice. you find it quite endearing, it makes your cheeks feel warm. “mm, good morning to you, too, tommy” he’s leaning up on his elbow, brown eyes glistening with the morning sun as he gazes into yours, and you catch a glimpse of his chest. this man is so beautiful, you think to yourself. “i had a really good dream last night”
“and what did your beautiful mind dream up?”
“well… i had a dream that i was laying in a bed. not ours, this one was surrounded by forget-me-nots. and you… kissed me awake” you smile softly to yourself. “like they do in those disney movies?”
“yeah… exactly like that” there’s a couple seconds of silence until you notice the pretty pink hue that dusts over tom’s cheeks. his infinitesimal freckles coming up with the prettiest constellations. “tom?” he doesn’t say anything, the grin on his face only getting wider. “did you…?”
“i… may have had something to do with that, a couple minutes before you woke up” he’s smiling like a lovestruck idiot. you don’t say anything, though.
instead you just bask in each other’s warm presence.
and you think to yourself how you have your own prince charming.
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tom taglist; @badassbabeparker @nocturnalms @sophi54 @wildxwidow @parkersholland @belovedholland
request from @thirlwallsholland : could you possibly do a tom holland x female!reader?
tom, y/n and the boys are going to see uncharted for the first time, and y/n has been a fan of the games before she even met tom so she's really excited. y/n really loves the film and that night she's all cuddly and clingy with tom vice versa so the boys make fun of them and call tom whipped?
thank you!! :)
a/n: thanks for the request hun! i'm so sorry this took so long, it's just been one of those weeks - for like 3 weeks in a row. hope you enjoy ! <3
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“I want honest feedback, okay?” Tom says as the lights dim down. “Don’t sugarcoat it.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “Bro, when have we ever sugarcoated anything?”
You rest your hand on top of Tom’s on the armrest between your seats, giving it an excited and reassuring squeeze.
“We will. Now both of you shut it, I want to watch the movie.” you say.
The four of you: Harry, Tuwaine, Harrison, and you were finally going to see the full Uncharted movie, and to say that Tom was nervous for the group’s opinions was an understatement. Harry had seen most of it during filming and you had seen little snippets when you’d visited the set but none of you four had seen the whole thing yet, effects and all. You weren’t solely watching just to appreciate your boyfriend’s action sequences, you had been a huge fan of the Uncharted games since before you’d even met Tom. Him being the lead in the film adaptation was only a bonus for you.
Tom had rented out a small theater for your group so that you could ‘have the proper experience’ without him having to deal with fans. The group of you sat a couple rows back from the large screen, stocked up with popcorn and drinks. It had been Tuwaine’s idea for everyone to wear onesies.
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"Holy shit!” you say partway into the movie, pointing at the screen and grasping Tom’s hand with your free one. “Is that JJ from Outer Banks? You didn’t tell me you met him!”
“Rudy Pankow? Yeah, I met him on set, he was nice. I’ll introduce you to him at some point if you want,” Tom whispers back, breath warm against your ear.
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Bartender Tom makes you a little hot under the collar (or onesie), if you’re being honest. You lean over in hopes that the other boys won’t hear.
“Tommy, think we can get a bar added into our place? And maybe you can get a couple of those outfits…”
“Gross, Y/N!” gags Harrison. “No one needs to hear about your little fantasies.”
Tom chuckles and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I think we can definitely work something out, darling.”
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“Anyone want a cup of tea?” asks Harry, coming back into the living room after switching the kettle on.
You’d all stumbled onto the sofa and armchairs after returning home from the movie theater. Turns out spending two hours in a dark room wearing pajamas makes you feel kinda tired. Shocker.
“Oh yo, I could go for a cuppa,” says Tuwaine from his spot on the sofa.
“Same here,” calls Harrison.
“Yes please,” you say, giving Harry a grin in hopes that he’ll bring out yours first so it’s hot.
“Yeah, but not too much milk, okay?” says Tom. “I don’t know who it is, but someone in this house always gets the milk everywhere and makes a huge mess.”
Harrison snorts in the otherwise silent room. “Oh come on, no one else took that the way I did?”
Tom turns to you while the others begin an argument. You’re both curled together in the red armchair, Tom sitting with his back against the backrest and you sideways, leaning on one armrest with your legs over the other, basically sitting in his lap.
“So, what did you think of the movie darling?” he asks, biting his lip. It’s your opinion he cares about the most, as you know the most about the series than any of the boys. “You’ve been kinda quiet since we left the theater."
“Baby, I loved it!” you squeal. “I’ll be honest I was a little unsure about them casting you as Nathan at first, but you absolutely smashed it. It was a surprisingly good adaptation, and now I honestly think you were perfect for the role. All in all, it was just a super fun movie, you know? Oh Sophia was great too. Do you have her number? Can you tell her I thought she was incredible? Oh and don’t get me started on all the scenes with you in a white shirt that got wet and went see-through,” you ramble, tugging on his sleeve in excitement.
Tom chuckles, a grin spreading across his face and his eyes crinkling at the sides.
“Yeah? You really thought so?”
You nod, pressing a loud and smacking kiss to his cheek.
“I really did, bub.”
He wraps both arms around you and you tuck your head into his chest, peppering tiny kisses over the exposed skin of his neck as you breathe in the familiar scent. You’re honestly so proud of him and how hard he works to bring each role to life, and you want to show him this. It’s only when his hand slips slightly lower to rest innocently on your onesie-clad bum that the rest of the group groans.
“Oh god, my eyes!” gasps Harry dramatically as he enters the room again, handing you your tea.
“Get a fucking room you horndogs,” calls Harrison, pretending to gag.
“Unless you’re going to give us a proper show, knock it off,” says Tuwaine, standing up to help Harry with the teas.
“Hey!” says Tom, going slightly pink. “Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that!.” The thought makes him immediately protective and you giggle, resting a hand on his arm to show that you’re okay with the boys’ teasing.
“You are so fucking whipped, man. It's sickening really," pipes in Harry, but you catch the smile that tugs at the corner of his mouth that shows deep down, he's thrilled his brother's found his person to always be there for him.
Tom rolls his eyes as Harry hands him his tea (last, oh the joys of siblings) and stands up, gently pulling you up after him. He plucks your half-drunk tea out of your hands and starts to make his way up the stairs.
“Come on darling, I think we will get a room eh?”
He wiggles his hips dramatically to prove his point as you giggle, hopping up the stairs after him and giving his own onesie-clad bum a cheeky pinch.
You look over your shoulder at the rest of the boys as you go, both you and Tom giggling slightly hysterically at the sour expressions on their faces.
“Might want to get the old earplugs out tonight, boys.”
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permanent tom tags: @mayal0pez @tomsbm
thanks for reading! reblogs and comments are always appreciated, let me know if you want to be tagged in further tom fics! <3
i wrote this fic ages ago, like before across the hall which was kind of meant to be a part two of this fic, but i ended up changing my mind, anyways i hope you guys like it!
summary: tom just wants to spoil you, even when you’re supposed to be a secret
wanting: none! just super soft :,)
wc: 899
ps: this pic is giving extreme bf tom oh lordy
you stop the microwave a few seconds before it beeps, knowing if you let it go you’d be scolded by an aggressive shushing fit from harrison.
“y/n! where’s the popcorn?” tuwaine raises his voice from the living room, followed by a hushed “owww” when one of the guys elbows him in the side, you’re not too sure who it was.
“yeah, yeah i’m coming.” you call back as you dump the contents of the brown paper bag into two bowls before walking back to the couch.
tom shuffles over for you, his arm restimg along the back of the cushions and a smile pushing up the corners of his lips as he watches you plop down into them. you reach over him to hand the other bowl to the boys on the other end of the sofa.
it’s literally 12:37 am and i just wrote this bc i went upstairs for a snack and saw pie sitting in the counter. don’t ask any questions
also! i told myself i’d post this (before i originally planned to) if my last imagine hit 400 notes, and y’all went crazy😭😭 so thank you sososososos much for the support! i’ve never written for anyone besides the wdw boys so it was definitely nerve wracking, but you were nothing but sweet and wonderful. ily!!
summary: you think you’re in love with him and it’s a little unnerving; pt 2 (ish) here !
warnings: one swear, friends to lovers (sort of? it’s intended at least :))
not my gif!
you couldn’t sleep. you stared at the ceiling and clutched your duvet against your chest, trying to count your breaths in a dying attempt to get some rest.
there was one thing on your mind.
okay, two things.
one; your roommate kissed you two days ago, and you hadn’t spoken to him since, barely even let yourself be in the same room as him for more than 30 seconds.
two; you were fucking starving.
with a huff you pushed your covers away and slid your feet into your slippers, using your phone flashlight to navigate your way down the stairs of the three story house you shared with your four friends and to the kitchen, where you turned on only the stove light so as not to disturb anyone.
peering down into the fridge you bit your lip and sneered at the lack of intriguing contents, picking up and putting down an orange with a half hearted thought of eating it. eventually you closed the door and turned to the counter where the breadbox and other bakery items sat. the pumpkin pie caught your eye, left over from some gathering you and housemates had. it still sat in the cardboard box it came, the stores brand illuminated under the harsh light above the stove.
with another soft sigh you pulled down a bowl and cut yourself a small slice, licking your finger off after sliding it into the dish.
a small noise made the hairs on your arms stand up, and you could nearly feel him standing behind you. you turned towards the doorway and looked at him for longer than you had in days.
your eyes fell to the floor and you licked your bottom lip before bringing them back up to his, “you want some pie?” you asked.
he was staring back at you, a slight pinch in brows and a lift in his lips as if he wanted to say something, something other than what he responded with. “uh, yeah, sure.”
you turned back to the foil tin and cut another portion, lifting it into another bowl and digging a spoon next to it, leaving it on the counter as you tiredly walked over to the table.
tom watched you all the way to your seat before heading to the counter and leaning against it, bowl cupped between his hands.
the only sound for a while was the clink of silverware against ceramic, but you knew he was watching you.
“um-“ he cleared his throat, and you looked at him, spoon still in hand with a mouthful of pie on it. “i’m sorry.” he mumbled, and it’s just above a whisper. you don’t say anything, just wait to see if he has anything else to say. he does. “i-i’m sorry that you feel like you can’t talk to me, a-and that i haven’t really said anything either.”
the silence settles so deep into his bones that he panics a little.
“but i’m not sorry that i kissed you.”
you turned back to your bowl and finished that last mouthful of pie before putting your spoon down.
“neither am i.” you say earnestly, swallowing as you lift your gaze back into him.
he’s wearing those stupid hello kitty pyjamas and a blue t shirt, it looks awful and the colour clash, but his hair is longer, and curlier and it looks so nice without any gel in it it makes you want to cry. he has his glasses on, and you figure he was probably noting his script before he came downstairs.
“you’re not?” he crosses his arms over his chest, and you hate yourself for letting your eyes falter to his biceps for a moment.
you shake your head and swallow again. “no.”
“but you won’t speak to me.” his brows pull together a little more, and his accent is thicker when he’s confused or upset, mad even, which you’ve come to know. “you’ve barely looked at me in days.” he just sounds defeated now.
you open your mouth to say something but nothing comes out.
you can't bear to look at him.
you can't bear to look away.
“y/n.” he says.
“i’m sorry.” you rasp out. “i wanted you to kiss me, but-“
“but?” he urges you, leaning forward slightly, subconsciously trying to be closer to you.
“but it’s complicated…and- and i’m scared.” your voice hushes and his face softens.
he lets out a breath, looking away for half a second “i know baby, i know.” he mutters, pushing away from the counter and coming to sit next to you on the bench, wrapping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you in to kiss your hair.
“i want to tom, i-i do but…you’re my roommate, and my best friend and last time-“
he cuts you off, knowing exactly what you mean and understanding all you insecurities from your past relationship. “shhh, it’s okay, i know darling.”
you hate how sweet he’s being.
no you don’t.
you lift your head from his shoulder and look him in the eye, “why are you being so gentle with me?” you ask sincerely.
he swipes a strand of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “because i already decided that i’d wait for you.” he answers, looking back into your eyes once he’s satisfied with the placement of your hair.
you smiled, for real. it was small and it was tired, but it was real and it was all his.
so you sat there on the kitchen bench together, knees pulled up to your chest and head lulling back onto his shoulder as his fingers combed through your hair, your faces barely lit by the dim hue of the stove light.
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