#harrison is done

[weird-kid-maxx]

Harrison: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes. Lachie: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD. Harrison: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

[finchieswritings]

soft hands [t.h.]

a.n. okay so this is an idea I had randomly and it’s so cute in my opinion lmao. I really hope you all like it because it’s like a baby and stuff. i love you all, enjoy

pairing. bestfriend!boxer!tom holland x reader

w.c.

warnings. fluff, injuries, swearing, soft tom

It’s a certain kind of feeling to have someone knock on your door at 2am. Dread washes over you and you’re confused, anxious, maybe even a little scared. I couldn’t begin to tell you what ran through my head the moment I heard it. I wouldn’t be able to tell you why I was awake at that time either. I guess in hindsight, it didn’t really matter what was going through my head at the time, only what happened next.

“Tom?” It was a surprise to see my best friend since childhood behind that door, harbouring a guilty smile, a busted lip, and a black eye. A sheepish chuckle left his lips and a heavy sigh left my own as I stepped to the side, opening the door a little wider for him to enter. I looked over him in curiosity, this was nothing like Tom, to show up like this.

We were silent in the first few minutes as we got situated. He sat in one of my dining room chairs as I walked to the bathroom to grab my first aide kit. Knowing me, I always had to have it full with supplies, seeing as the stairs up to my apartment floor were not the kindest. The situation at hand was so different then the usual skinned knee or scrapped shin, placing butterfly stitches on my friends brow, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer.

“You gonna tell me what happened Holland?” He shifted in his spot a moment, almost uncomfortable. I sighed. “If you were gonna be so silent, why didn’t you go find Haz?” It really was strange that he would show up on my doorstep like this, seeing as issues like these were more of Harrison’s forte.

“”as a date.” His sentence was short and seemed to only fuel the fire of annoyance that sat in my stomach. I rolled my eye, going over to my freezer and pulling out an icepack and passive aggressively wrapping it in a towel and throwing it into his lap. He caught it with raised brows because he knew I was aiming for him. “C’mon love, no need to get violent.” He tried to crack another smile, another one of his damn smiles that I couldn’t help but drool over. But I snapped out of it, turning my back on the boy. I was upset. I was upset. I was upset.

“Save it Holland!” I snapped, accidentally yelling when all I had planned to do was raised my voice, give him a shock. And I guess yelling did the job, based on the look that stained his face anyway. I took a breath, going back into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. It’s not like I would be going back to sleep at this point. “You can’t just waltz in here with the shit beat out of you and no explanation to go with it. I’m starting to get worried Tom!”

It was a kind of stress put on my shoulders whenever he would get himself hurt, it wasn’t very hard. But this seemed to take it to a whole new extreme. Because he may not be saying anything, but I can see him flinch when he moves his torso. He of course, said nothing and I went back to making my coffee. The is, until I felt the weight of his arms around my waist. I could feel his breath on the bare skin of my neck, setting fires at the feeling.

“Darling, I can tell you. But you’re going to be just,” He paused, taking a breath and using it as an opportunity to nuzzle his face into my neck, “So upset with me.” He let out a light chuckle, muffled by the delicate skin. I pulled away. He would tell me, okay. But this would happen my way. I turned around, putting my finger on his chest as I slowly pushed him backwards, into the other counter.

“Alright Holland, time to spill. And I want the full truth, none of your bullshit.” He was so good at lying and playing it off, just cause he could get by with his stupid smirk, those brown eyes that were known to make any girl melt. And for long, I was immune. I had seen those eyes for years, though they wouldn’t be asking much of me. Maybe to do the dishes or help him clean his room. But recently, i felt like i was just another girl swooning.

“Fine.” He said, going around to sit in one of the tall chairs that rested against the small kitchen island. “So a few months ago, while I was at the gym, a guy came up to me, asking me about my boxing.” Of course that’s how it happened. From that point on, a pretty much blocked him out as I put the pieces together in my mind. That idiot has been boxing in the underground. A deadpan look spread across my face as I slowly reached over, smacking my hand against the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?” All I could do was watch him for a moment.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! How could you be so catastrophically stupid as to participate in underground boxing?!” My voice was raised as I walked around to his side of the island, hitting him on his shoulder a few times with furrowed brows. I was so upset with him, and his stupidity never ceased to amaze me. “You div, you could’ve gotten arrested! Or seriously fucking hurt! Oh wait, you already got your face bashed in!” I calmed down a moment, leaning against the counter as I rested my chin against my fist. “Does Harrison know you do this?”

“Yeah, he does.” Of course he did, Harrison knows everything about Tom. What I couldn’t figure out was why he hadn’t told me, but even more so, why he hadn’t tried to talk Tom out of doing something so incredibly risky. It made me upset, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I grabbed my phone and dialled Harrison’s number. Tom looked panicked, moving to try to grab the phone from your hands, but Harrison picked up before he could.

“(Y/n)? It’s almost 3, why the hell are you calling?” His voice was groggy, signalling I had just pulled him from sleep. But that wasn’t my worry at the moment.

“Hey, Haz, Tom’s here. He’s been underground, care to come?” I heard him curse silently as I looked at Tom, who looked away with a guilty look.

“He’s still doing that? He told me he stopped after he broke his rib the second time.” I looked at Tom as he walked away, going to sit down on the couch. He knew, at this point, he was in for something. I sighed.

“You know what? Never mind. I’ll take care of him tonight. Come by tomorrow morning, yeah?” I heard Harrison sigh into his sheets.

“Sounds good. I know he’ll listen to you. Maybe now you should tell him.” I blushed slightly, I knew what he was on about. The small crush I seemed to have developed.

“Whatever, I’ll think about it. Goodnight Harrison.” I heard him chuckle from the other side of the line as I hung up, sighing once again. I set my phone down and slowly walked over to Tom. I played with the sleeves of my sweatshirt, though I was fairly certain it was one of Tom’s that I had stolen so long ago. He never minded and even if he did, he knew it wouldn’t stop me. I sat down next to him as he looked away from me.

“Tommy?” My voice was soft, all the anger having faded at this point. Sure, I was still upset, but the div was my best friend. He refused to look up at me, he knew I was disappointed. I put my arms around him and slowly laid my head against his shoulder. “Can you look at me? Please?” He still refused and I sighed. I curled into his side and looked forward beginning to mumble to myself.

“You know I’m just worried right? What you’re doing, it scares the shit out of me. Those fights, I’ve seen them go so bad. I’ve seen people die, Tommy… I can’t lose you now. Not like that.” He didn’t answer me but I could feel him shift as I closed my eyes. “I’m upset because I’m falling in love with you and seeing you hurt like this, it’s killing me.” You really didn’t mean to let that word slip, but you didn’t make a big deal about it, hoping it would just be brushed over. But of course, the universe was not so kind, as he pulled away, grabbing me by my shoulders.

“Wait a second darling. Say that again.” I tried my best to push away the blush that inevitably blossomed onto my cheeks. I looked oblivious for a moment as I looked anywhere but his eyes.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about. All I said was I care about you, and I don’t want you to get yourself killed.” I played it off smoothly, making sure there was not a stutter in my voice, making sure I didn’t give myself away so easily. And I thought it was working. That is, until, I saw that deafening smirk.

“No love, I think I heard something different. Just say it one more time.” He was teasing me, I knew he was. There was no way that this was a fair fight, because damnit, he was looking at me with those eyes, he was using that stupid smirk to his advantage. What was he going to do once I said it again? Laugh at me? Leave? Oh gods, it was now or never though, Harrison was right. Even just saying that quickly took a heavy weight from off my chest. I could only imagine what actually admitting it would do for me. So I took a heavy breath.

“I said I love you, okay? Or more so, I’m falling in love with you. Or maybe I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I don’t really know, because it’s so different from anything I’ve ever felt, you give me fucking butterflies! And I’m not a butterflies type of girl!” I let out a small laugh before looking up to Tom slowly. I was met with the biggest smile I had ever seen from him.

“You have no idea how amazing those words actually sound to me.” He laughed, before shifting and lifting me, so I was situated, my legs resting on either side of his. His hand came up to the side of my face, cupping my cheek lightly. “I am so in love with you, it hurts.” It was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders fully. He pulled me closer and our noses knocked together for a moment, before I moved forward, pressing my lips against his.

It was like a fire was lit along my entire body, I could feel the sparks where his hands met my waist. My arms moved up to grip the sides of his neck as he moved closer, pulling me into him by the sweater I was wearing, grabbing next to my waist. I was flush against him, but neither of us tried to stop pulling each other closer. There was a moment where I needed air, and he let me go slowly, pulling away.

I looked at him with a soft smile, eyes hazy from the intoxication he gave me. He wrapped his arms around me, slowly laying the both of us down. It was so peaceful in that moment, like everything kind of disappeared.

“Okay, now you have to promise me that you'll stop this stupid underground fighting.” He laughed, his breath on my ear as chill rolled down my spine. I shuddered, causing Tom to only pull me closer to his chest.

“Alright, deal. I’ll stop. But only because you love me.” I laughed, swatting his shoulder a moment. I began to feel sleepy for the first time that night.

“You love me too asshole.” I muttered out as my eyes closed, a steady smile on my face as my breathing evened. I barely heard him as I fell asleep.

“Yeah, I really do.”