Tfg blurb: Tom and Y/N going on their first date as an actual couple and being nervous/flustered 🥺 -guiltywaves
status: post-story; lovers, your pov - first date.
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you sent me so many lovely blurb requests and I am forever grateful to you for that! in the end, I just /had/ to write this one... such a simple concept, yet so sweet! thank you so much for reading the series :’)
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“I don’t know why I’m so nervous,” you admit, accompanying the statement with an anxious laugh. “We’ve done this a thousand times before.”
It’s a bright afternoon in London, and you’re walking with Tom, hand-in-hand. He’s got a Spider-Man decorated backpack pulled over his shoulders, and it matches the one you’re wearing. He looks at you as you talk, his lovely eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
“You’re nervous about this date?” Tom asks, cooing softly.
You scrunch up your nose, elbowing him gently.
“Shut up,” you whine. “Don’t tease me.”
Tom squeezes your hand. “Not teasing. Just… Admiring how cute you are.”
Your lips quirk into a small smile. “You’re cute.”
For your first official date as a couple, Tom had suggested you take a picnic out to his local park. You’d stopped off at Waitrose, buying a selection of small, expensive picnic bits that look delicious. You’re excited to finally go on a real date with him, but as you approach the park, you find butterflies flurrying in your stomach.
“It’s just like every other date,” Tom offers, after a moment. He leads you up the path, and then takes a deviation over the grass. It hasn’t rained in a few days, but your boyfriend had still shoved a rolled-up picnic blanket into your rucksack, which he now gestures at you to get out. “Just this time, we’re actually together.” He kisses your cheek as he takes the blanket from you. “So, for that reason, this is already my favourite date that we’ve ever had.”
He works around you for a few moments, spreading out the blanket perfectly across the grass before taking your hand and helping you down. You spread out some of the food, pushing your sunglasses to the top of your head as you sit back and watch Tom, moving around in his element.
Your boyfriend really is quite handsome. As he smoothes down the corners of the blanket and pours out two glasses of sparkling peach lemonade, there’s a furrowed frown of concentration fixed to his face. You can tell he’s put a lot of time and effort into organising the date, as he then goes on to pass you a perfectly folded napkin, and a plastic plate.
“Done!” He exclaims, finally dropping down to sit beside you. As soon as he’s still, he seems to suddenly become a little shy. It’s almost immediate, how Tom’s bright smile drops, growing more sheepish, less certain. He runs a hand through his hair, cheeks blushing a soft pink as he pulls off his sunglasses. “What do you think?”
He looks so uncertain and flustered that it brings a soothing smile to your face.
“It’s lovely, Tom,” you assure. “Perfect. How did you think of this?”
Tom relaxes, releasing a low breath through his lips. “Our first date was at the park, remember? Back in LA, when they made those fans spot us?” Your expression clears, and you find yourself humming. “Thought it might be nice to have another go at it, just, this time actually be together.”
You coo. “That’s so sweet.” You lean in to kiss his cheek, but as you go to move away, Tom reaches up to hold your arm, keeping you in place. He wiggles his eyebrows, and you laugh. “What do you want?”
“Give me a kiss, love?” He asks, puckering up his lips. Tom screws his eyes shut, laughter lines forming over his face.
“No,” you reply, chuckling. His eyes shoot open, and he gasps. “I don’t kiss on the first date, Tom.”
Your boyfriend frowns at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Yeah, but this isn’t the first date-”
“Yes it is.” You enjoy riling him up, love the way he’s frowning at you. He looks so cute with his nose scrunched up like that. “Maybe if it goes well, I’ll let you walk me home-”
“-You live with me-”
“-Maybe I’ll let you give me a kiss on the cheek-”
“-We’ve slept together before, many times, I hardly think-”
“-Or maybe I’ll just leave you here, all alone.” Tom pouts at you, and you roll your eyes fondly. “Kidding,” you add. You reach up with both hands, cupping his face easily. His eyes reflect a thousand shards of light. “If my boyfriend wants a kiss now, I guess that can be arranged.”
Tom doesn’t wait another second, meeting you in the middle and letting his lips nuzzle against yours. You smile into it, hands going to wrap around his neck, and you hear him hum gently as you savour the feeling of his mouth on yours.
“See, that wasn’t so hard,” he mumbles. He kisses your nose, looking at you fondly. “You’re such a tease.”
You just shrug, sitting back and resting your head on his shoulder. “You love it.”
