This is for @crazytwentythrees because you wanted a 200 word flash fic and this idea was kicking around my head recently. Not a full post/fic per se but hey this is where I’m at tonight 😘💖💖💖
“I’d kill for you,” he promises one night.
This is the sort of untethered, unbridled, almost juvenile passion you’ve come to expect from him. He’ll be calm and quiet and gentle like this, his fingers trailing lightly down your waist and back up again, your head resting on his shoulder, your arms bundled against his chest, and then he’ll just say these things with dark, steady eyes like he’s speaking some natural truth into the world that he needs you to know, something fundamental and unyielding that works on him the same way gravity sinks him into the bed beside you. Immutable.
“I don’t want you to kill for me, Tom,” you smile patiently, taking a drowsy breath and settling closer into him. He’s unimaginably comfortable and your leg slides up his to rest on his hip, it’s hopelessly addicting to sleep pressed up against him like this.
“But I would,” Tom says quietly, his fingers brushing your hair.
“Don’t,” you murmur, sleep coming fast. “There’s about a billion better things you could do.”
“Like what?”
“Just live.”
There’s a second where, even with your eyes shut, you can tell that his brow furrows. “What?”
“Just live. Just you and me living. It’s enough.”
His head dips, his mouth presses to the slope of your shoulder, and when he takes in a long, slow breath you sink with his chest as he exhales. “I’d like to do more than that.”
“There’s nothing more than that,” you mumble.
Tom’s lips appear gentle against your cheek and you’re slipping into sleep, his hand glides up your thigh and he draws you closer against him, stomach to stomach, heart to heart.
Tom smut- He and the reader are married and trying for a baby, but lately it’s become a chore and they started to loose the spice.. so maybe he gets an idea, or the reader gets some lingerie to help the spice✨
aweee. this is kinda angsty and soft af. idk. something different to what i usually write :) i hope you like it? sorry if this sucks!! enjoy xo
a lifetime ahead of us
word count: 2,062
warnings: smut minors dni !! (18+), kinda angsty, sprinkle of fluff, talk of pregnancy, unprotected sex.
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“When are you going to have a baby?” Was a question that loomed over all your friends and families minds. The question made it seem like it was easy, no complications. That was the furthest thing from the truth.
Tom and you wanted children, both loving the idea of having a big family. Nearly a year into your marriage and there seemed to be no hope. All the professionals assured you that you were both healthy, able to have kids. But it just didn’t seem true.
Month after month, you and Tom marked the calendar with a bold exclamation point, ovulation day. The best opportunity. As it progressed, it turned into a chore. Hardship, not enjoyment. Sex wasn’t about pleasure anymore, it’s only intention was creation.
The anticipated fourteenth day arrived. Tom unfortunately had an early start that morning so you hadn’t seen him yet. Calling a friend, you broke down. Mentally, you were worn down and defeated. She immediately ran to your house to comfort you and give you some guidance.
“I can’t do this anymore. It’s tiring.” You sighed, clutching a mug of hot tea, cradling it against your chest. “I love him so much, and it hurts that I can’t give him what he wants. He doesn’t look at me the same, or touch me the way he use to.”
It was silent, your friend trying to find the right words. “You know that’s not true, that man adores you. I mean he is head over heels for you. Always has been. It’s just a rough patch.” She hummed, her hand soothing your back as you both leaned over the kitchen island.
“I suppose.”
“Listen, take a break. You have been trying for a year. Rekindle that flame. Focus on you two. The doctors say you are healthy. You have to stop stressing love.” Her warm arms engulfed your body letting your body relax.
She was right. You needed a break, Tom needed a break. A few hours passed and you said your goodbyes, thanking her for her advice. A weight seem to be lifted. You were in no rush, both still so young and you needed to be reminded of that.
Tom would be home in an hour, which gave you plenty of time. Striding up the stairs to your shared bedroom, you began to get ready. Fixing your hair, moisturising your body, the simple things that were forgotten. It was as if it was your first time, wanting to impress him.
Hunching over, you swatted the dust off the bottom drawer of the chest. You opened it, revealing the delicates you had accumulated and forgotten over the past couple of months. Different laces, patterns and colours. But you had a specific set in mind. The one from the night of your marriage.
It was white, simple sheer set. Fit your body like a glove, enhanced every curve. You remember his face when he first saw it on you, the blush that crept over his cheeks as his eyes that scanned you, taking in every detail. A smile emerged as you reminisced. Heart fluttered uncontrollably as your mind wandered as you stared at the delicate fabric in your fingertips.
Snapping from your thoughts, you changed, putting the lingerie on your body before covering it with a short silk robe. As if timed, you heard the front door shut. “Darling?” He called, voice echoing off the walls of the house.
Taking a deep breath, you made the short journey to the kitchen where you knew he would be making himself a cup. “Here Tommy, how was work?” You chirped, a little prep in your step as you made your way to your husband.
His back was facing you as he boiled the kettle. “Same old same old. Wanna cup?” He asked, grabbing a mug.
Your arms wrapped around his slim waist, forehead resting against his shoulder as you mumbled a ‘no thank you.’ Bodies swayed as he continued to finish making his tea, his cologne filled your senses. Turning his body, one arm wrapped around your waist. He held you, placing kisses on your head between sips of the hot beverage. “That’s a nice robe darling. Soft.” He chuckled placing the cup on the countertop.
“Just having a lil spa day.” You chimed, staring up at your husband with fresh eyes. His eyebrows furrowed, a pout ensued. “Without me?” He quivered, slapping a dramatic hand on his chest.
Rolling your eyes, you took a step back, leaning against the island behind you. Feet crossed, an exposed thigh sticking out from between the slit of your robe. His eyes gravitated to the skin, fueling with desire.
A wave of confusion overcame you when he squatted down. His hands hooked the back of your thighs, his lips lingering. Eyes locked with yours, butterflies erupted in your stomach. Using precise movements, he guided your thigh to his shoulder, letting it rest on top. His lips attached to the tender skin, kisses and tiny hickeys were littered across the flesh as he ventured higher and higher. Your hands clutched the edge of the countertop as the anticipation grew.
Just as his lips grew closer to the desired area, he pulled away, standing tall in front of you. Orbs bloomed with admiration and lust, hands raked your side as he leaned forward. His lips hovered over yours, hot breath mixed as hearts pounded.
Lips collided, moving in a rhythmic motion, enjoying one anothers taste. Tongues began to clash, deepening the passionate kiss. Body to body, your hands played with his locks at the base of his neck. You felt his hands travel to the loose knot that held your robe closed.
His fingers shakily undid the tie, lips still attached as he his hands glided down from your shoulders to hands as he guided the material down. As it fell to the tile floor, his hands interlocked with yours before finally taking a step back.
It was as if the air was knocked out of him. His eyes wide, lips agape and slightly swollen, shirt wrinkled. His chest heaved, trying to calm his breath. Memories flooded his brain, remembering that night. He took in every curve, every dip as if it was the first time. “Darling.” He whispered, eyes glistening a little as he finally met your gaze.
You stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on his cheek, thumb caressing the reddened skin. “Tommy.” You mumbled. A tear slipped from his eye before he muttered a curse trying to turn his head; ashamed of the emotion that poured out of him.
Flinging your hand to his other cheek, you held his head still. “Shit, I am sorry.” He gulped, lip quivered slightly.
“Never apologise for how you feel.”
A soft smile was carved by his lips. You wiped away the stray tear, pecking his tender lips. His arm wrapped around your waist, his warm touch making you blush. His face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent calming his emotions. “I missed you.” He confessed, placing a wet kiss on your skin.
“I missed you too. We are so stupid. We are so young, a lifetime ahead of us. There is no rush. It will happen when it is meant to happen. I love you Tommy. I love you so much.” You whimpered, clutching him for dear life.
Squeezing your body, he lifted you off the ground, placing you gently onto the countertop. “I am so sorry. I never meant to pressure you. I’ve got you, and that’s all I need. I love you darling. I love you.”
Everything in that moment felt whole as he rested his forehead against your chest, hearing your heartbeat rapidly. The weight and pressure lifted from your aching shoulders.
He placed kisses across your chest, hands gripped your waist. Your leg hung around his, holding him for dear life. Your fingers worked to unbutton his shirt, ripping the fabric from his muscular build. Hands clawed at his back as he began suck deep marks into your tits causing you to moan his name.
“God I missed that sound.” He blurted as his fingers unclasped your bra, letting it fall from your frame. Wiggling your hands between your bodies, you tired to remove his belt, needing to feel him. He sensed the struggle, quickly undoing his pants as his lips were latched around your nipple.
“Y’know, we’ve been living here for what? Nine or ten months? And I haven’t fucked you on this countertop. What a shame.” He smirked, climbing on top of you. Your body now encaged between the expensive marble countertop and him.
“It is a shame really. I think you should change that.”
The encouragement was all he needed. He indulged your lips once again, fingers slipping between your thighs. His desire to feel you grew stronger by the second. Pushing the material to the side, he slipped two digits into your soaked core causing you to gasp. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you created a better angle. His fingers knocked against your spot repeatedly, thumb playing with your aching clit.
“Tommy I need you. Please. Please.” You begged.
“I know darling. I know.”
He wasted no time in relieving your desires. His cock slapped against your thigh as he removed his boxers before attending to your panties. “So pretty. I am so lucky.” He groaned as his gaze came in contact with your swollen, wet folds.
You felt the precum that leaked from his throbbing cock soak into your skin, his arousal uncontainable. “Tommy please.” You whined, not happy with how long he was taking.
“What? I can’t admire my wife?” He sneered, positioning himself between your legs. “You can, when your in me.” You giggled.
“How romantic.” He grimaced before entering you with one slow, steady thrust. The stretch made your body burn, pleasure shot through your veins. Your moans echoed through the room as his teeth sunk into the skin of your neck.
His thrusts began to gain momentum, moving at an euphoric pace, deep and hard against your velvet walls. Your hands gripped his biceps, grounding yourself. Fingernails dug into the skin, leaving shallow marks. Hips slapped against yours, his grunts muffled by your body.
“Feel amazing darling. Always do.” He panted, movements becoming rushed and erratic. Walls clenched around him, the feeling of love and ecstasy mixing to create a powerful, overwhelming concoction.
“Tommy, fuck. I can’t. Feel so good.” You whimpered, crying out his name. A knot in your stomach tightening, ready to explode.
“I know darling. I’m close too. Shit.” He moaned, shifting to allow his hand to work against your clit. The touch immediately caused your walls to flutter around him.
His efforts finally caused you to peak, hitting your climax in emphatic fashion. Your heat clutched around him gripping him forcefully, pleasure clouding your mind. Your voice cracked due to the loud sounds that effortlessly escaped you. Your moans and whimpers pushed him over the edge, spilling into you. His hips stayed still as he emptied every drop within your pulsating walls as he groaned and moaned your name. You felt so full and loved in that moment.
Body’s shook as you tried to calm down from your highs. His body collapsed on top of you, unable to hold himself up any longer; the pleasure too much. Breaths were heavy, hearts pounding. Your hands gravitated to his hair, playing with the locks.
He finally removed himself, rolling onto his side. His fingers traced patterns into the skin of your lower abdomen as he admired your beauty. He placed a kiss to your temple before whispering sweet words, telling you how much he loved you as he waited for you to return to reality. Grasping his hand that rested on your stomach, you intertwined your fingers. “I love you Tom.”
He placed another kiss on your shoulder, squeezing your hand, comforting you. “I love you too Y/N.”
Staring into each others eyes, you enjoyed one another’s presence. Living in the moment, not worrying about the future.
“Oh. I was thinking.” He said interrupting the blissful silence. “Oh god. That’s never a good sign.” You teased, causing him to scoff at your cheeky remark.
“As I was saying. I can think of a few places in this house that we haven’t baptised. Wanna change that?”
Hello everyone, so this concept came from the very very depths of my brain as I went into a deep dissociative episode and I wrote this to pull myself out by imagining semi mob tom comforting me.
REBLOGS AND COMMENTS MUCHLY APPRECIATED
Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: You aren’t replying to Tom’s texts so he is really worried, he finds you in a state of trauma and unable to really communicate.
Warnings: Please read this at your own comfort, I wrote this to help me cope and I thought someone else might want to read it. I have written about extremely personal topics in this and I am not talking about stuff that I don’t know anything about, I suffer from dissociative PTSD. So warnings really include mentions of an unidentified trauma, Dissociation, Dissociative PTSD, Loss of recognition of faces, mentions of Mob Tom, missing person?, Trauma that happened at night, intrusive thoughts, thoughts that you are actually dead.
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Word Count: 1577
Tom’s meetings had run late, he had messaged you throughout the discussions to keep you updated and so you wouldn’t worry but it was him who worried as his phone remained void of any response from you. He began to grow antsy as the conversations just dragged on. He gave his input whenever he had to but most of his time was spent trying his hardest to seem as if he was paying attention and then checking his phone to see if you had responded, and every time his phone screen was blank. His worry was beginning to overtake his body, he worked in a dangerous profession and people knew that the best way to get to him was through loved ones, you being the main one. The thought of something bad having happened to you made his heart break, the thought of someone hurting you added to that made his blood boil. It wasn’t like he was overreacting, you were always very attentive to responding to him when he was in meetings, you knew that under his hard mobster outside he worried about you a great deal and if you could do anything to ease that, you would, and that is why he was freaking out to this extent. As soon as the meeting came to a close he left immediately, ignoring the people who tried to catch his attention on his way out, focused only on getting home to you.
Tom walked into the house, calling out your name and receiving no response in turn his heart beginning to pound as the silence reverberated in his ears. With an urgency he began making his way through the rooms of your shared house. He started in your bedroom, eyes landing on the perfectly made bed, signalling to him that you never went to bed, he made his way through the guest rooms, your office, the living room, by the time he reached the kitchen he was on the verge of tears. Hands grabbing on to the counter as he faced the empty living room, retrieving his phone from his slacks pocket and quickly dialing up his mate Harrison.
“Mate?” Tom asked as he heard the phone be answered on the other end of the line.
“Yeah?” His friends tired voice answered, clearly having been woken up by Tom’s call
“I can’t find Y/n, I don’t know where she is” At this point Tom felt like he was on the verge of breaking down, the idea that something had happened to you and he wasn’t there to protect you made him see red.
“Wait? You can’t find her?” there was a rustle from the other line, Harrison having sat straight up in bed, shock over taking him.
“Yeah, mate and I am kind of starting to freak-” Tom spun around, leaning his back against the cool marble countertop when his eyes caught on the open sliding glass door leading to your backyard, a dark figure sitting on the cement ground rocking slightly.
“Mate, I'm gonna have to call you back” he ignored his friend's words of worry as he hung up, placing the glowing screen face down on the counter and making his way outside. As soon as he passed the threshold of the door sniffles reached his ears. The weather wasn’t freezing but it definitely wasn’t warm enough for you to be sitting there in nothing but one of Tom’s shirts, bare thighs on the cool ground.
“Love?” Tom called as he made his way to your quivering figure, shoulders throwing themselves back and forth as you attempted to rock yourself in comfort. He reached a hand out to your shoulder, but you flinched away from his touch causing his heart to shatter. With the jerk of your movement his eyes caught your face, tears staining your cheeks.
“Love it's me” Tom assured, once again reaching his hand out to you, and this time you let him, his hand soothing over your shoulder causing it to cease its shaking as you eased into his touch. He did this gradually, progressively enveloping you further into his hold, a protective embrace, your face tucked into his chest as his hand rubbed up and down your back, trying to warm your body as you began to shiver from the night air.
“Let's get you inside, darling” Tom’s soothing touch helping you off the ground. He grabbed your hand, gently moving you into the house, and led you to the bathroom. His hands grabbed your hips, placing you onto the bathroom counter, you sat there, eyes trained on the wall ahead as Tom dampened a washcloth, moving back to you to wipe the snot and tears off of your cheeks, he stood in your view for the first time, his hands reaching towards you as you examined his face, causing you quickly push him away, hurt flashing across his unknown feature as you distanced yourself from him, scooting back on the counter curling further into your own body.
“Y/n?” His voice sounded defeated, reaching out again only for you to have the same reaction. His voice, you knew his voice, and his face didn’t seem completely unknown, something about him was familiar. It was so close to the face you loved so much but your eyes were distorting his features.
“I...I don’t know who you are?” He could have sworn he broke when you said that.
“Baby, it’s me, it’s Tom” he cooed, trying to understand what was happening, fear bruning through his chest and all the way down to his gut, feeling as if his world was slipping from under his feet.
“No, I-I know it’s you but..but I look at your face I don’t recognize it, it’s off, it’s not quite right and I don’t know who you are, you look like I stared at you for too long and you lost all feature, Tommy, I don’t know who you are and I don’t know who I am” your tears began to flow again as you looked in the mirror, your face was just a little bit off till it wasn’t your face anymore. You closed your eyes and shook your head violently causing Tom to gasp, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to halt your movements.
“Stop, baby, please stop, it’s me, it’s Tommy, I’m right here” his voice soothed you, peeling your eyes back open, you saw his face, it was right, it was your Tommy.
“Tom?” His name but a question on your tongue as he cupped your cheek.
“Yes it’s me,” the pad of his thumb brushed away tear streaks. “What’s happening, sweets, talk to me please” he pleaded, eyes begging you to let him know what was happening.
“I’m dead Tommy” you explained but it only made it worse, yes widening comically as fear shot through his body.
“W-what do you mean you’re dead?” His mind was racing, had someone put a hit on you? Did you need to go into hiding? He felt like he was falling into every possible issue that you could be having but he was cut off by your voice again.
“I was thinking earlier and what if I died that night? What if I didn’t get out of the way? This is the after life” you mumbled, fully convinced that you had lost your mind.
“You are not dead” Tom demanded
“How do you know that” you whispered
“Because I’m here, dusting with you, I can touch you and trace every mark in your body, I have my own life, I would have that if you were dead, and if you were why would it just be a continuation of your day to day, why are you freaking out if this is heaven” he tried to explain and something must have worked because your body eased, eyes drawing from your hands to his face.
“This is real?” your voice sounded weak, so lost in your mind as your eyes seemed to glaze over.
“Yes, love this is real” he hummed, finally being able to wipe the tears from your face, his touch drawing you back from the farthest depths of your brain that you kept spiraling into “Now let’s get you to bed” Reaching past you he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste, preparing it for you to brush your teeth. You took your toothbrush from his hand as he leaned in and kissed your forehead lovingly, a tear slipping from his eye as he took in your defeated state, brushing it away before you could see and brushing his teeth as well.
Moments later you fell into your bed, Tom’s arms wrapped securely around you as your back curved into his chest, you shook your head as you closed your eyes seeing everything you wished you could forget.
“Tommy, I feel so lost in my brain, its like its yelling and every new thought just adds to the noise, continuing to bounce around with everyone else” You whispered as you shuttered.
“I know it's not okay, my love, but I am here and I will be here, I will help you come back” he kissed your temple and held you as you fell asleep. He vowed to himself that he would be there for you, he would never let you go, give you a life that distanced yourself from that pain that haunted you. He would remind you everyday that you are alive.
Warnings: a hint of body insecurity, primarily fluff
Word count: 2.2k
“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” Tom asked in a hushed tone, trying to do his best to not have anyone overhear your conversation.
You were at his house while the boys were having a summer party in the backyard with all of Tom’s family. It was a monthly summer tradition at the household, and since you were his neighbour turned friend, you were often invited. You and Tom were sitting at the kitchen island, drinking and watching everyone from the French doors that went out onto the backyard patio.
You think back to when you had moved to London a year ago, and Tom and the boys helped you move in to your house. They quickly became your friends; and loved the fact that you were from America.
Breaking yourself away from your thoughts, you looked back at Tom, hesitant to answer his question.
You just nodded your head no, not meeting Tom’s gaze as he looked over at you.
“Have you ever had a relationship before or anything?” He asked, while you nodded your head no again.
“I’ve never been in a relationship at all. I’ve never had my hand held, have never been kissed, or anything like that.” you stated, embarrassed by how ridiculous it was that you were twenty two and have never done anything with a guy. You started to get up from your seat, but Tom reached out for the hem of your shirt and pulled on it, prompting you to sit back down.
“Hey don’t be embarrassed by that at all. Honestly, it’s sweet that you haven’t had any of that. You haven’t had your heart broken yet by some jerk, and you don’t have a regrettable first kiss story. There’s no right age as to when any of that should happen to you, so you shouldn’t be shameful of it.” he said as he looked at you with a sympathetic look, before continuing.
“Maybe the right person hasn’t come around yet, or maybe there’s an underlying reason as to why you didn’t want those things to happen.”
You look up at him, pausing before saying “I think I’m afraid of physical intimacy, you know? People used to make fun of my body and because of that I don’t really like people touching me. They made fun of my weight, and of how awkward I looked when I was young, so now I guess it’s just me being self conscious. And besides, it seems slightly gross to kiss someone, well at least the thought of it does. What if the guy hardly brushes his teeth or just ate something really gross, or worse, uses too much tongue too early-” you gagged, causing Tom and you to break out into a fit of laughter. “But also, I guess I haven’t had the opportunity yet either. No guy has ever looked at me and went ‘wow, I want to be with her’. I guess I’m not that noticeable or anything, and it hurts. All of my friends have been in relationships, and some of my friends are even married by now, Tom. Married! And I haven’t even had my first kiss.” by now you were just rambling, but Tom was still paying attention to every word you’ve said.
“Sorry if that was a lot to unpack, I shouldn’t have unloaded that onto you.” you said, but Tom only nodded.
“Trust me, it’s okay. I promise you. It’s good that you’re getting it all out and acknowledging it. And trust me, the right guy will not care about that at all. It’s actually cute that you’re so...pure.” He smirked and then winced when you gently slapped him on the arm.
“I mean it though. But I’m don’t believe you when you say no one is interested in you at all. You’re stunning, but you’re also extremely clueless. That I do know for sure. I’ve been places with you and the amount of guys who hit on you is ridiculous, but you just think they’re being nice.” He wanted to say more, but he refrained from doing so, not wanting to make it awkward.
“I think you may have cracked the DaVinci code, congratulations.” you say as you take a long sip from your cup. You didn’t even notice how close Tom was to you, but you realised in that moment that you weren’t physically uncomfortable around him. In fact, you would often scoot closer to him when watching a movie, with you often leaning your head on his shoulder. You liked to play with his hair and massage his shoulders when he was stressed. You liked to be in his space, maybe because he didn’t push you to do anything you didn’t want to. He knew you weren’t physically affectionate, so he would never hug you or anything if you didn’t want it first. But he was also just your friend, so of course you weren’t scared to be around him physically. You trusted him one hundred percent, and knew that he trusted you just as much.
You did like him more than a friend, but you were also happy with him just being your friend. You just liked knowing that Tom was in your life.
Tom, however, was madly in love with you. The moment he saw your car pull up in your driveway for the first time, he was mesmerized by how beautiful and graceful you were. That was why he recruited him and the boys to help you move into your house, because he was dying for an excuse to talk to you. He was happy to know that you had a great personality as well, on top of your beautiful looks, and he’s been in awe ever since.
He was so much in love with you that he respected your boundaries, and because of this, he never pushed anything. It actually was nice for him to know that you cared so much about how your “firsts” would go, that you didn’t rush into anything. If this was any other girl, he would have already pulled her into his lap and began to make out with her. But because he cared so much about you, and because he knew that you trusted him enough with this information, he had to resist the temptation to lean in to kiss you. So instead he didn’t say anything at all, but just let out a little “hm” under his breath as he also took a long drink of his beer.
You two sat in silence for a bit, and you noticed that the room has more tension in it than it did before.
“So um, how did your first kiss go?” You asked him, and he nearly choked on his drink.
“Well I was young and like 12, and I was dared to kiss this girl in my class because I liked her. So I ran up to her and asked if I could kiss her and she said yes, and that was it. It wasn’t that great at all, come to think of it. It was right after lunch and we all had hamburgers...” you gagged as he laughed, remembering just how awkward it really was.
“See you’re lucky, you don’t have an awkward first kiss story like I did...” now he trailed off, not enjoying the awkwardness and the tension between you two.
“So now when you have your first kiss, you’ll probably be more ready and wanting it to happen, and you’ll cherish it instead of cringe at it.” He let out an awkward laugh, and downed the rest of his drink. You sat in silence for a little while longer, until you decided to get up to join everyone else outside.
“Well thank you again for letting me talk to you, Tom. I really appreciate it.” You said as you put your hand on his knee and gently squeezed it before getting up.
Instinctively, he reached for your hand and held it as it was still on his knee, giving it a gentle squeeze. You two were sitting very close to each other now, and you could hear that his breathing was getting a bit faster.
Realizing what he had done, he let go of your hand and wrapped it around the beer bottle, letting out a small “sorry”. He was beating himself up inside, knowing that he may have just blown it by reaching out for your hand. Here you just stated that you were physically uncomfortable around guys, and he had just grabbed for your hand without asking if it was okay.
You, however thought it was cute that he did that, and without realizing you said “You’re the first guy who’s ever held my hand, and it felt nice.” You were blushing and he did too, and shortly after that he said “Can I hold your hand again?” To which you nodded and allowed him to hold it. He stroked the back of your hand with his thumb, and you put your head on his shoulder. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head as you sat there for a few minutes, basking in the comfortable silence.
“Hey, um, I don’t want to be weird, but um, I really do appreciate you. You’ve always been so kind and caring, even from the beginning, and I’ll never forget it.” you said, hoping that you didn’t make it uncomfortable between you two.
“You’re welcome, you deserve someone really good for you. You’re the sweetest, funniest and most caring person I know...and I would hate to see you with someone who doesn’t appreciate you, because you deserve the world.” Now he hoped he didn’t make it awkward.
“Back at you, Tommy” you said as you scooted even closer to him so that your thigh was touching his.
What you two didn’t realize was that everyone outside could see you two sitting together. The boys, and even Tom’s parents had wished that you two would get together, because you two brought out the best in each other. He taught you to be a bit more adventurous and spontaneous, and in turn you taught him to be more patient and emphatic. You two were a good fit, and you both knew that, but you both were afraid of ruining the great friendship you had.
“Tom?” You asked, just barely above a whisper.
“Mmhmm darling, what is it?” He asked, leaning into you a bit more.
“Never mind” you said, not wanting to ask him what you’ve been dying to ask him for a while now. You wanted him to be yours, and right now there was nothing more you wanted than for him to kiss you. Sure, you may not be physically affectionate around others, but right now you just wanted him. You wanted him to kiss you and never let go. You wanted him to hug you from behind and have him constantly hold your hand. You may have been uncomfortable around other guys, but you weren’t around Tom.
However, you didn’t really know how Tom felt about you. You weren’t really sure if he liked you more than a friend. He’s known to be a pretty affectionate person, so it never seemed weird when he would put his head on your shoulder or anything, but you weren’t sure if he liked you the same way you liked him. You just figured you had no chance with him, so you never really pushed it.
Tom felt as though he was extremely obvious with his crush on you, but he didn’t think you liked him that way. His brothers were always teasing him for the way he stared at you like Gatsby stared and longed for Daisy, and for the way that he would drop everything he was doing if you needed help. He wanted nothing more than to be with you, for you made him feel normal, despite his hectic life.
“No love, what is it?” He pressed, dying and hoping that you felt the way that he does.
“I, um, well, oh god. Can I kiss you?” You asked, and Tom just let out a small laugh.
“Oh god I can’t believe I really said that out loud. I didn’t mean to ask and I-” you were cut off by Tom leaning in to kiss you, a gentle kiss that only lasted a few seconds. His lips tasted like beer, but you didn’t mind at all. You both pulled away slightly, while you two gently pressed your foreheads together. You giggled as you realised what had happened, while Tom smiled and began to blush.
“Wow, that was really nice.” was all you could say, amazed at what had just happened.
“Well, was it a good first kiss?” He asked you, as you nodded and let out a little “yeah”.
Tom laughed again as he leaned in once more, this time you two locking lips and deepening the kiss.
All of a sudden, you heard whooping and applause from outside as you two broke away to see the boys pressed up against the glass doors, cheering that you two had finally kissed.
Embarrassed, you pulled away while Tom ran up to the glass and banged on it, letting out an “oi!” before running back over to you and grabbing your waist, and kissing you once more.
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summary: joining in on his girl’s hobby wasn’t as hard as tom thought
warning: soft!tom , you’ve been warned
A/N: hi darlings, this is a -not to subtle- request blurb from my honey bunny @spideychronicles , she’s such a cutie💓
request something!
tom knows from the moment he walks in that she’s making another sculpture. she always played soothing music throughout the house when she did and tom knew exactly where to find her.
she was in the spare room and tom knew there would be murky water along the plastic wrap on the floor before he even walked in.
tom smiles as he catches a glimpse of her face, hard clay dusting her cheek and jaw.
there’s even clay in her hair, from her hands constantly tucking away the pesky strands at the sides.
and tom scoots in behind her and plants an innocent kiss on her shoulder
“what are you making, darling?”
the house was filled with her sculptures and tom loved each and every one of them. he adored the way her brows knit in concentration and he found it quite amusing that the more she kept picking at her sides bangs, the more clay accumulated onto it.
“another vase”, she said simply. they were her favorite thing to make. none of them had to be the exact same shape, they could all be unique in their own way. which is why she had spent hours each day making dozens of them
“mind if i help?”. she lifts her foot off of the pedal and stops the pottery wheel from spinning to give tom a look.
“did you forget what happened the last time i let you help?”, she says with a laugh. tom had accidentally wet his hands too much and pressed against the pedal too hard, making wet clay fly all around the house.
they still found small pieces of it under the couch and on book shelves.
“c’mon, darling. please?”. she raises her eyebrow at his plead. he loved watching her do pottery and he wanted to be skilled at it, too. “you’ll be there to help me”, he says with a smile and a small kiss to her lips.
she rolls her eyes, but allows him to slot his body even closer to hers.
tom places his much larger hands over her small ones and applies the tiniest amount of pressure to start shaping the clay. they were starting out at a slow pace, y/n fearing that clay would cover the walls again.
but surprisingly, tom had gotten better at this hobby of hers, and actually knew when to apply the perfect amount of pressure.
“that’s it”, she says encouragingly. she was shocked that tom had found interest in what she did, but she loved that he cared so much.
when the vase is nearly done, tom makes a bold move and pinches his fingers together at the top, shaping the opening of the vase. it flared out almost like a flower and y/n hummed in content.
congrats on 2k!!! so proud of you, you def deserve it 💕💕💕 i would like to join your sleepover and request a 📝 maybe with Peter/Tom where they take reader out on a late night drive and they just goof off get some fast food or something like that. just pure fluff pls 🥺. i love your writing so so so much 💕💕💕
I got carried away!
Your phone buzzed right as you were about to turn off your bedside lamp, lighting up with your boyfriends smiling face as the option to answer his call also lit up underneath. Your finger glided against the glass as you brought it to your ear.
“Hello my Love” you hum adjusting the blanket around your legs mindlessly.
“Come for a drive with me?” Tom asked, well demanded but it was soft and gentle and made your skin feel like it was glowing.
“Tommy, its almo-”
“Love I know what time it is, I want to go for a drive with you” his voice was a soft plead, urging you out from under your covers and to your closet, grabbing you a sweater from your closet and sliding it up your arms as you held your phone to your ear with your shoulder.
“Okay, Tommy” you hum, moving to slip your feet in your shoes. “I will be ready in a minute, when will you be here?” you voice was slightly muffled as you once again shoved the speaker into your cheek, doing your best to hold your phone while your hands busied themselves tying up your laces.
“I’m already downstairs, love” he chuckles to himself, slightly embarrassed at his own eagerness.
“In that case I will see you even sooner” you couldn’t help the smile that was overtaking your face, the glee you were feeling was unparalleled as you thought of the silly adventure that you were about to embark on with the man that you loved.
“Stay on the phone with me till you get down here,” Tom mumbles, if you could see him you would watch as he fiddled his hands absentmindedly, a habit that you often interrupted but introducing your hand to the jumble, letting him hold onto fingers. He would often bring them up and place kisses to your knuckles.
“Alright, Tommy,” you assure, fishing your keys from out of your sweatshirt “What do you want to do?”
“Well, go for a drive” Tom sounded confused and it tore a laugh from your lips.
“Yeah no I got that, I was wondering if you wanted to go anywhere specific or anything” you chuckle as you away from your now locked door, and making your way down the 2 flights of stairs.
“I hadn’t thought that far ahead, I was banking on it taking more effort to get you out of bed then it did, you usually never want to leave”
“I could always go back to bed if you don’t watch yourself” you chide as you look out the glass door of the front of your building, seeing Tom in his car as he waited. You stopped, watching as he shook his head, smiling at your teasing.
“No love, don’t go back to bed, want you here with me” his voice was as soft as he looked, his brown curls still bouncing from his fervent shaking and his fingers tapping against his steering wheel in a trackless beat.
“Fine, since you asked so nicely” you pushed down the bar on the front door, stepping it out into the cold air and hanging up on Tom, pulling the handle of the door and setting yourself softly in the passenger seat. “I guess I have to go for a drive with you” you grin at your brown eyed boy, reaching over and cupping his cheek, brushing your thumb over his cheekbone and leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.
Both sets of eyelids fluttering shut as your lips collided, you cheeks chilled from the mere moments out in the cold but his hands rose to warm them, his tongue tracing your lips before you both pulled away.
“Shall we?” he offers, hand still on your face, not wanting to break contact till he absolutely had to.
“I think we shall” you agreed, pecking his lips once more and straightening yourself in the seat, looking at the nearly empty road ahead of you, edged by parked cars and street lights, it was just the two of you, massive city be damned, Tom’s hand was on your thigh as he put the car in drive and for all you cared you were the only people in the world.
You carried on that way for a while, taking wild turns down unknown streets as you melded into each others presence, soft bickering over what songs that you should play but coming to a gentle resolution with kisses at stop lights.
Part way through you decided to do your best to get lost, flipping a pound coin and assigning one to left and one side to right, ending up on streets you hand never heard of in neighborhoods you didn’t know even existed.
If either of you could see in the others head you would see the same images, the shared dreams of living in one of these houses together, where seeing each other every night in this kind of peaceful reverie.
“Want something to eat?” Tom whispered, everything was quiet, the city was nearly empty and you could count all the cars you had seen on both your hands and one of Tom’s. Your head had fallen back against the head rest as you scrolled through playlists on Tom’s phone trying to queue up some music that you would both enjoy.
“Don’t think that any place would be open” you mumble, you were falling asleep in his car, it was warm and smelt of him and you wanted to stay like that forever, you felt correct and in love and like things were okay(god things were so okay you never wanted this to end)
“We could go back to mine” you offers, brushing his hand over your scalp as he offered, making you look deep into his eyes.
“As long as we cuddle” you jokingly squint at him, as if your demand of cuddles was something that would throw Tom off when really it just made him want you in his arms even more.
“I could never say no to you” He hums, kissing you on the back of your hand and beginning the drive back to Tom’s, a place that you would eventually share.
Wickedly soft Wednesdays ™- Imagine a highschool AU where you and Tom just hated each other by association (friend groups were rivals or something) but then you get stuck in the same room as him and end up spending the entire day there. As time passes by you two decide to stop ignoring each other and actually start talking and you realize that you both have a lot in common and then- wow I love this so much!! (Bri if you could just give this a start, I might be able to continue it!)
this is a big moOD (i’m gonna start it and leave it kinda opened ended for you and others to finish!) tagging: @lovelyspidey @thelazypangolin
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“There they are again,” your friend Alex groans whilst motioning to the table behind you. Looking back, you spot Tom and his friends pulling a prank on some younger kids behind you.
You turn back around and scoff in disgust, “ugh I can’t stand them. You think they’d be more mature considering that we’re almost 18.”
“That group growing up? Oh honey you have a better chance at hitting the lottery,” Marie, your other friend, adds.
“Those four have been pulling the same shit since we were 12, it’s unlikely they’ll be changing anytime soon,” Alex notes.
“What about Tom though? He seems like he has some potential.” You turn back and make eye contact with the brown haired beauty.
It wasn’t unusual for the two of you to be caught staring at each other, you did it more often than you cared to admit. You always saw a kindness in him that you didn’t see in the others, like he was the only one capable of change.
You desperately wanted to get to know him more, but you knew you couldn’t. I mean, what would your friends think? Your two groups were rivals, the greasers and the socs; you’ve been at war since you were 8. There was no chance in hell your friends would allow you to get to know him. So those stolen glances stayed at just that, and nothing more.
He gives you a quick smile before he continues to try and convince a kid of giving him his sweatshirt. You sigh and turn your attention back towards your friends, thinking about when you next stolen glance would be.
Ok so i sprained my knee a month and a half ago, and i honestly just want Tom to take care of me like he'd be so soft and ugh
oh no rosie i’m sorry you sprained your ankle! 😭 i hope you get better soon!
“Love, what happened? Are you alright?” Tom worries while running over to you, placing one arm around your waist and the other grabs your arm and puts it around his shoulder. You came through the door of your shared apartment limping and wincing in so much pain that Tom could hear you from all the bedroom.
“Yeah yeah i’m fine, i just twisted my ankle on my run today, i should be- agh,” you cry as another jolt of pain streams throughout your body. Tom helps lead you to the couch and places your leg on the cushion and gets a soft, and comfy pillow to place beneath your foot.
“Darling that sounds more like a sprain than a twist. Here let me get you some ice,” Tom says while rushing over to the fridge and grabs a large bag of peas from the freezer for your foot. The cold sensation of the bag feels good on you skin. It helps to relieve some of the pain.
Not wanting to admit your twisted ankle is probably more than just that, “Thank you Tommy, but really I’m okay. There’s no need for the any of this,” you say, lying through your teeth.
“Nonsense, I’m gonna go get the first aid kit so I can wrap up your ankle.” Trying to stop tears from streaming down your face, you shake your head in agreement and moments later Tom comes back with the largest first aid kit you’ve ever seen. He removes the ace wrap from its plastic and strategically wraps it around your ankle. You sign in contempt, the pressure is nice and makes you feel a lot better.
“Thanks babe, my ankle is hurting a lot less now. Where did you learn to do all this?” You question.
“After being on set and around the stunt doubles so much, you learn a thing or two. Plus breaking my nose twice definitely made me learn how to take care of myself,” he laughs and so do you.
Tom places a soft kiss on the top of your hair before sitting in the couch and going in behind you as he leans your back against his chest. He turns on the television and kisses up and down your back, starting from your ears and then working his way down to your shoulders and neck. You melt into his embrace before eventually falling asleep to his warm touch, gratefully you had him to take care of you when you couldn’t take care of yourself.
