Love Island AU Episode One: Welcome to the Villa 🌴
Summary: Twenty Islanders. One villa. Endless drama. Reader votes will help determine who stays, who goes, and who finds love.
Pairing: Multi x Reader
Warnings: Reality TV-style drama, slow burn, multiple love interests
Interactive: Reader voting will influence the story.
Episode: One Part 1
A/N: Welcome to my newest series! This is an interactive Love Island USA AU where your votes will help shape the season.
Episode One: Welcome to the Villa
A sleek black car pulls up slowly to the Love Island Villa; another one follows right behind it. Exits Y/N L/N, she squeals as she looks around, her dress spinning behind her.
She takes in the palm trees, neon signs, the Fiji breeze, and colorful walls circling the villa.
She laughs, covering her mouth.
“No fucking way!!”
The other car door opens behind her. A girl with dark hair, dark features and amazing make up exits out. Her energy is cool and calm. Her energy matches with the cool blues and purples of her dress. Y/N walks up to her with a large grin.
“Hi! I’m Y/N! I loveee your make-up!”
The girl gives her a grin, pulling Y/N into a hug, kissing each side of her cheeks.
“I’m Maddy. Thank you, babe. You look cute, too.”
Y/N beams. Maddy glances towards the main entrance of the villa. They begin walking in. Large white couches, big tables, the kitchen and every potential islanders dream in one space. Maddy and Y/n sit at a table with champagne sitting on it. Maddy speaks up.
“Okay, this is fucking insane.”
Confessional Start
Y/N walks up to the podium and sits in the middle of the room.
“Heyy guys! I’m Y/N. I’m 25 and I am originally from LA. I’m a graduate student studying sociology!”
The screen switches to Y/n posing in the water in a bathing suit.
“My type?”
Y/n looks up thinking.
“I don’t really have one, but if he’s tall, handsome and has tattoos I’m definitely looking. And kind. Kindness is such a big one for me too!”
We flip back to more posing, this time underneath a tree, Y/n biting the tip of her finger.
“I feel everything hella deeply. I’m tired of being the girl who puts everything in and gets nothing back. I don’t fall fast but when I do, you know it’s real. If I leave here with a boyfriend thank god but if all I get is good friends and great stories that’s amazing!”
Confessional Ends
We’re back in the villa and Y/N and Maddy are still talking.
“So tell me about you! Where are you from?” Y/n asks.
“I’m from California, and I’m a make-up artist and influencer.”
Confessional Start
Maddy sits in the center of the room, a compact mirror out. She adjusts her hair.
“How’s my make-up? Good?... Good.”
Maddy closes her mirror and focuses back on the producers.
“I’m Maddy and I’m one of the baddest bitches you’ll find in this villa. I’m used to men being obsessed with me so don’t disappoint me.”
We cut to Maddy letting the waves crash on her body. Her swimsuit soaking.
“I started doing make up when I was 14 and blew up when I was 16. And making my own money since then too. So I don’t need a man to hold me down. They’re just a plus.”
We shift to Maddy dancing in the sand.
“I want someone who can keep up with me and will stay when things get a little rough.”
Maddy sits in the confessional room.
“I want something real and I’m willing to do anything to get that so don’t waste my time.”
Confessional Ends
We’re back to the girls talking but another two girls enter. One tall and beautiful with her brown skin and curly hair. The other blonde, beautiful and muscular. Y/n squeals when she sees them.
“Hey girls! What are your names?”
They wave. Yelena speaks first as they all hug.
“I’m Yelena and this place is unreal!”
MJ nods in agreement.
“MJ.”
MJ is quiet as she looks around. Y/n notices and makes sure she is brought into the group as Yelena and Maddy begin talking.
“MJ, are you excited for the summer?”
MJ smiles.
“Kinda. I can’t even believe that I was chosen to come here of all people.”
Maddy turns to her.
“How come?”
“One of my friends, Ned, signed me up for some reason.”
Y/n rubs her shoulder.
“Well, I’m glad you’re here, we’re gonna have so much fun!”
Confessional Start
MJ sits a bit awkwardly in the center of the confessional room.
“What do I have to say again?... Oh.. right. I’m MJ, I’m 24. I’m a college student at MIT and a barista.”
We cut to MJ holding onto a tree.
“I’m here because my friends forced me to sign up for this and for some reason I agreed. Finding love in NYC is hard, so I thought this would be fun to try. If I don’t find love I just hope I leave with some more girl friends.”
Confessional Ends
Confessional Start
Yelena’s heels click as she walks into the confessional room.
“Woah this is nice.”
She looks around as she sits down.
“Oh yes! My name is Yelena and I am a Private Security Contractor. Can’t you tell by the muscles?”
We cut to Yelena walking out from the water.
“I say what I mean and I mean what I say. If I like you you’ll know and if you don't… lets just say you wanna hope I like you. I’m not here to play games, but I don’t mind winning a few challenges.”
We cut again to Yelena doing push ups in the sand.
“My accent? I’m from Russia. But I moved to the US pretty young. Guys seem to love it.”
We cut to Yelena in the confessional room.
“I’m looking for a guy that’s not boring. So don’t be that.”
Yelena grins.
Confessional Ends
“There should be one more person right?” Y/n asks the group.
The other girls nod. And as if on cue a voice shakes the villa.
“Hey ladies!!”
The girls turn towards the girl, she’s absolutely stunning with her short hair and beautiful bathing suit. She’s young but exudes confidence.
“I’m Shuri, and I am so excited to spend the summer with you guys!!”
Confessional Start
Shuri stands trying to get a closer look at the cameras.
“If you guys need help with some tech updates I got you… Oh yeah…Hey guys! I’m Shuri! I’m from Wakanda. And I’m looking for love hopefully. And some cool friends”
She finally sits.
“I’m usually the smartest in the room and I want someone to be able to be okay with that. When I’m not building robots, you can find me training with the guards or just enjoying nature.”
We cut to Shuri posing in the ocean.
“Listen I graduated when I was 10 from high school and college at 13, if you’re insecure about that I’m not sure what to tell you.”
Confessional Ends
We’re back with the girls as Maddy pops the champagne bottle. The other girls cheer as she begins pouring into their glasses.
“So, what are we cheersing to?” Shuri asks. Yelena quickly responds.
“An amazing love filled summer!”
The girls clink their white glasses and they all take a drink.
Y/n hears the clicking of heels and she quickly looks up.
“Shuri was the last person right?”
Everyone nods their heads.
“Then it must be…”
Pepper Potts walks out in a gorgeous dress smiling at the group.
“Hello Islanders! Welcome to the Villa.”
The women cheer when they see her.
“Come join me at the fire pit.”
They begin following her and they all sit.
Part 2
Also I'm gonna set this up like I usually do soon I just need a minute to make it look nice!
Thank you @dividers-are-us and @strangergraphics for the dividers!
[Warnings] Spy!Reader, Mafia!Tom Holland, Violence, Blood, Sexual Tension
[Author note:] Hi guys! I've been gone too long and thought, what better way to pop in than to finish what I started? Enjoy! I write for anyone. Just feel free to send a request; with love, Loki. 692 words (Short little part one)
"Tell Carter to do it."
"Y/N, Carter is a man. We need a woman to do this job, and you're our best agent available." Your boss sat behind his desk, leaning back in his seat. A slight sneer on your lips as he took a swing of that disgusting bourbon he claims is absolute gold.
"So? I'm already on the job. Doing two at once could fuck up everything on both sides. I can't." You were trying your absolute hardest not to show your frustration. A two-year job put on hold for a quick intel mission? Anyone can do that.
"Which is why you are no longer assigned to that job. Melissa is taking that over. So, yes, you can." He spoke without looking at you as he poured himself another shot. His 3rd one while in your presence, the next three, and he'll be slurring his words like a pig. If they could talk, that is.
"What?. You gave my job to her? The job I've put two years of my time into?" By this point, you were well beyond annoyed. Even pissed off. Though you knew declining a mission wasn't on your list of things you can do.
"Yes. Now your mission is to find, seduce, and infiltrate the home of a suspected mobster. We need you to retrieve a file he no doubt has hidden. You're going to New York. Understood?" The expectant look in his eyes for you to simply obey made your eye twitch. Taking a quiet deep breath, you nod and leave the room without another word.
2 days later
Here you were, in a skin-tight dress, waiting for the man everyone knew as Tom Holland to show his face. You had gotten the intel from the agency, and they had even been oh so kind as to supply your dress for the night. It was gorgeous, you must admit; it stopped in the middle of your leg; a slit on the right side went all the way up to your hip and stopped. It was just the right amount of sexy and classy put together, the blackness of the color adding to the mysterious vibe they wanted you to deliver. Your goal is to catch his attention; this dress will do that.
It was definitely a bright night; while you stood outside looking at all the lights, everyone else was brushing past you, rushing into the club before it became too crowded, and they were forced to either finish drinking at home or travel around the city for another bar. Checking your purse, you fished out the fake ID they had given you to remain undercover and safe. Walking up to the bouncer, you flash your ID, and he surprisingly asks zero questions and steps aside so that you can enter, which provoked a sea of complaining from those waiting. Ignoring all the irritating voices, you walk in like you know what you're doing; truth be told, you honestly don't. The loud base of the music and stench of bodies writhing against each other has never been your kind of scene.
Pushing past the hands grabbing at you both on purpose and by accident, you make your way to the bar in the hope that you may end up spotting your target from the whole angle of the bottom floor it gives. Turning on the stool, you order a small glass of Bacardi. Considering you're in the rich part of town, it's a simple yet intelligent choice. Scanning the room, a hum escapes your lips, watching everyone dry humping each other because they're too intoxicated to find a goddamn bathroom or storage closet this place no doubt keeps unlocked for that sole purpose. Your face scrunches in annoyance at the fact you have to be here. That's when you feel the change in atmosphere, a suffocating stench of power and danger. You blink, trying to reign in the shaking of your hand. Frowning, you look around, trying to see if you can pinpoint the direction of the feeling. That's when you see him. Tom Holland, the man that rules New York. But wait...
Could you do a frat Tom Halloween fic, where there is a customer party and he is dressed in something that shows off his muscles? Y/N hates him, but he keeps flirting with her all night, and he slowly wins her over, and then when she gives in, he's super cocky and arrogant and dominant. He makes her feel his muscles and then he makes her suck him off, and he's boasting while she chokes on his cock. And at the end, he cums on her face and makes her clean it all up and swallow it. :D
Couple Fantasy
Warnings: Use of offenses, Frat!Arrogant Tom and Smut (oral -man receiving, hair pulling)
Word count:1745
A/N: My first One shot after the break, hope everyone enjoys it.Forgive any grammatical errors, English is not my first language. All the love
"You have to go" your roommate says sitting down next to you a few minutes before class starts, she has spent the entire day trying to convince you to go to a Halloween party on Friday night.
"I don't see any reason to" is all you reply. You didn't want to sound ignorant or anything like that, you had just gotten out of a week of exams and wanted to spend that weekend resting "besides, I'm not going to that frat house even if my life depends on it".
"It's a great house you probably won't even meet him you know that, and there are several reasons to go like free alcohol, beautiful men in costumes, easy sex" She says raising a finger at every topic she says.
"That all sounds pretty cool, I don't even have a costume for it" you explain.
"But I do and I can lend it to you, there is a Black Cat one, my god you would look so beautiful like that, literally all eyes would be on you" she speaks excitedly "Please Y/N, these should be the best years of our lives, you have to come to the party, it will be fun".
She looks at you with puppy dog eyes which makes you laugh, but soon your expression turns serious when you hear his voice.
"I don't think Y/N even knows the meaning of the word fun" Tom says laughing.
"And I don't think you know what a private conversation is" you reply and your friend next to you just stares at the two of you and watches as they easily start another argument.
It all started in your first year at university, you met what you call the worst person in the world, Tom Holland. You competed against each other in everything and whenever you could, who would get the highest grade, who would do the best work, who would be the professor's favorite; besides that his arrogance irritated you deeply. It was something silly that neither of them even knew why it existed, but neither was willing to give in, so it kept repeating itself. If her life were a superhero movie Tom would be her greatest enemy.
"Don't be so rude kitten, I'm just telling your friend that you don't know how to have fun" Tom speaks with a cocky smile.
"First off, don't call me a kitten, I'm not one of your fiancées, second I'm just avoiding running into your ugly face and ruining my whole weekend".
"Owwnt, it's so cute you see how I bother you so much, it's actually really good that you're not going, I don't want all my guests to die of boredom having to talk to you" he says before leaving.
"I think he likes you" Is the first thing your friend says when you are finally alone again.
"Eww, gross" you make a disgusted face "you know what, I think I'll go to this party, having the pleasure of annoying Holland will be great" you say and your friend celebrates happily.
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Your friend was absolutely right when she said that the black cat costume would look beautiful and that all eyes would be on you. At least 15 people turned to look at you when you entered the house.
One of those people was Tom, he was talking to a girl who was part of another fraternity, but his attention was easily switched to the entrance of the party as soon as you arrive, it seemed that he could only focus on you in that black costume.
He waits for the moment your friend leaves you alone to go dancing and finally walks over to you.
"That's quite a coincidence isn't it?" Tom says behind you making you startle.
"I don't know what..." You start to say until you notice that he was dressed as Spiderman "Really?" You ask rolling your eyes.
"Like I said a big coincidence, I mean spider man and black cat, people will think we are wearing a couple costume" The mask he wore covered his entire face, but you were sure there was a smile underneath it.
"Holland, no one will think we're wearing a couple's costume, because everyone at this university knows I'd rather be dead than dating you."
"Nice couple costume" a person in a pirate costume who was walking by says to the two of you making you sigh to contain your anger.
"I think they already have, kitten" Tom says removing his mask.
"I told you not to call me that, I'm not your pussycat" she says irritated.
"That's not what your fantasy is saying kitten" he says the last word slowly only because he knew it would piss her off even more "I'm sure you figured out what fantasy I was going to wear just to come along, or you saw it in one of the many dreams you have about me".
"Of course, I dream about you every night, about how I'm going to snap your neck without pity.
You start to walk away with the intention of going to look for your friend, but Tom holds your hand and doesn't let you go.
"I guess this is fate, you know? I mean, the two of us showing up here dressed like this, don't you think?" He says in a lower voice.
"Actually I think you're an idiot," is all you reply.
"And I think we should do that night again, you know what I'm talking about."
You knew very well what he was talking about. About a month ago, at another party, you and Tom ended up drinking too much and having another one of your arguments, but that argument ended in a different way, the two of you ended up kissing and having sex.
"That will never happen again, we were both drunk, drunk people do stupid things."
He walks over to you and leans in to whisper in your ear "You seemed sober enough to moan my name" a shiver runs down your body, he smiles knowing exactly the reaction he had caused in you and pulls away before continuing to speak "A girl told me today that my muscles looked amazing in this costume, what do you think? Since you liked them so much last time, I think there are still some of your fingernail marks on them."
Your gaze goes down his body admiring how he looked in the blue and red outfit, you bite your lower lip trying to stop your mind from remembering everything you had done that night.
"You are an idiot" you say angrily trying to disguise that you were actually thinking about that crazy idea.
"And you look beautiful dressed like that, I would be very sad if someone else took those clothes off of you" he says and smiles, walking away then leaving you alone.
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The next few hours passed with you and Tom exchanging glances from a distance. You felt his gaze on your body as you danced with your friends, and you tried to be discreet every time you looked at him, admiring how good he really looked in that outfit.
You were really thinking about giving in, you needed it, you couldn't stand to keep it inside anymore.
He walks toward you and stops only to whisper in your ear, "You know where to find me," and goes up the stairs.
You wonder for a while if you should really do that and give in to his temptation. In the end you were walking up the stairs to the end of the hallway where you knew Tom's room was.
When you open the door it takes only a few seconds for Tom to realize it was you and kiss you, trapping your body between him and the door.
"I knew you would come" he whisper before kissing her again.
"I'm not here because I like you" you say and he chuckles before moving his kisses down to your neck exactly at the point he knew you would like.
"No, but you are here because you need me" he lets a bite run down your skin.
He moves away from you unzipping his costume along with his boxer shorts before sitting down on he bed.
"On your knees" is all he says and you quickly obey "good girl, you know what to do".
You hold his member in your hand and run your thumb slowly over the head before placing it in your mouth, you listen as he lets out a short sigh of pleasure, you take it out of your mouth only to run your tongue slowly over the entire length and then repeat again just to tease him.
"Don't tease me" he says seriously holding your hair making you look at him.
"Or what?" You says as a challenge.
"Or I will make you sorry, I will touch you, but every time you are about to cum I will stop, I will take you to your limit so many times you will cry baby, so no teasing" That's all he says.
You put him back in your mouth, this time with his hands in your hair guiding you all the time.
"Look at you, obedient girl, you don't even look like you're always acting like a bully to me" he teases you "imagine if all the people at college knew how beautiful you look sucking my cock right now honey" you moan "oww, you like it when I talk to you like this, if I had known that's all it took for you to treat me right I would have made you suck my cock long before now".
You were feeling how you were getting wetter and wetter with those words and you were enjoying that, you hoped that after that he would finally fuck you.
"Fuck Y/N, I'm close" Tom says with a faltering voice and you speed up his movements putting as much as you can into your mouth and touching him with your hand to the part where your mouth couldn't reach.
In a few minutes he is coming in your mouth, with his head thrown back and a loud moan coming from you. When he recovers from his orgasm he finally looks up into her face and sees a drop on the corner of her mouth, he runs his thumb over it to wipe it away before placing it between his lips.
He holds her hair and makes her look at his face again.
"I hope you're ready for me, because I'm not done with you yet kitten."
Warnings ➳ NSFW, pwp, oral (female recieving), this is filthy, so read at your own risk, fluff.
Summary ➳ maybe there is a reason behind tom’s excessively gelled hair
“babe, you all ready?” tom’s voice sounded from the bedroom of your hotel suite in monaco. you had travelled down to monté carlo with the boys for the grand prix this year. tom had been really excited for it and you couldn’t deny, you all were having a blast.
you spent your afternoon on a yatch, gazing at the beautiful scenery and drinking champagne. it was a dream, everyone seemed really happy, especially harrison whom you caught basically skipping around in the adjoining common room.
but now it was time for dinner. you all had decided to go to a restaurant for dinner before attending another event related to the F1 race. you were tired from all the previous activities but still here you were, applying mascara to your eyelashes, evening it out before you called out to your boyfriend.
“yeah, just a sec!” you replied, voice echoing from the white tiles adorning the hotel bathroom. finally you walked out to the bedroom where tom was sitting on the bed casually scrolling through his phone, “i’m here!” you announced with a grin.
tom’s face lit up with a smile as soon as he looked at yours but that smile soon disappeared when he raked his eyes down your red dress. it was a flowy gown that accentuated your curves and made you feel beautiful in your skin. you blushed slightly, watching his jaw drop in awe and eyes slightly wide. though he seemed to snap out of his daze a minute later, putting his phone away and getting off the bed, “wow, darling, you look... absolutely stunning!” his voice sounded breathless, making you chuckle.
you moved towards him, placing your hands flat against his chest, “you look really good yourself, honey.” he smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to kiss you.
you moved your hand to the back of his hair, careful to not mess up the perfectly gelled curls. his hands slid down to your ass, tilting his head for a better access to your lips. you smiled into the kiss when he bit onto your lower lip, but that smile dissipated as his tongue slid into your mouth.
you moved apart after a minute to take a deep breath, due to the lack of oxygen, but tom wasted no time planting his lips on your neck and placing a few kisses, gliding one strap of your dress past your shoulder. he bit onto your skin making you gasp, “look so pretty in this dress, love” he mumbled against your skin, you letting out a content sigh in response, “i wanna taste you before dinner.”
and with that he backed you into the nearest wall, “we don’t have much time though.” you breathed out, blushing at his comments. he gave you a nod before going straight on his knees, lifting your dress up carefully until it bunched up near your waist.
he adjusted himself and started placing kisses up your inner thigh, skipping your core, doing the same with the other. his finger hooked to the side of your panties, pushing the fabric to the side, “gonna make a mess out of that tight little cunt, my darling.”
you bit your lip in anticipation, letting out soft whimpers, wanting him to do something, something to get you a relief from the aching between your legs, “t-tom, please” as soon as those words leave your mouth, tom’s lips are on your clit, sucking and licking. he glides his tongue up and down your slit, making you moan out loudly as your hand flings to tug at his hair instinctively.
his tongue worked wonders against your core, switching between placing kitten licks all over your sensitive skin and sucking harshly at your clit, making you scream out his name, begging for more. he hummed softly against your skin, sending vibrations throughout your body.
“fuck, tom, i’m c-close” you moaned out in pleasure, tugging at his hair to pull him even closer. he picked up on that and complied, nuzzling his face deeper into your core making you tip over the edge as you cursed under your breath.
he slowed down eventually, holding your thighs apart when you tried to close them. your grip on his hair loosened after a moment and he pulled away, adjusting back your clothes and smoothing out your dress before moving back up on his feet.
your eyes were still closed from tom’s previous maneuvers, “you okay, love?” he cooed, lips brushing against yours. you just hummed in response, pulling him in for another kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. he caressed your cheek with one hand while the other worked on fixing the strap of your dress.
giggling softly, you pulled back and looked over his face, finally opening your eyes. his brown orbs were swimming with adoration now as he looked at your tired expression, his lips curled into a small smile as he pulled you closer and hair a complete mess.
you had absolutely ruined his hairstyle, but it had completely been worth it. you smiled softly at him, trying to tame the mess of a brown curls on top of his head, “your hair’s all messy...”
“eh” he clicked his tongue, “nothing some more gel can’t fix.”
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I got a sudden burst of inspiration and this was the result. I did write this on my phone so sorry if the formatting is weird. I also may or may not have edited it at a restaurant so there might be a few mistakes.
Tom holland x reader
WARNING: 18+
One thing (out of the many things) you loved about Tom was that he could last pretty long in bed. Like “2 or 3 rounds before he was exhausted” long. And usually you could finish a couple times with Tom’s help which was a nice change of pace from previous relationships. But something felt off today.
You noticed right away that Tom wasn’t his usual self when he came home from his full day meetings. Normally he would announce his presence, coo something at Tessa, and rush to find you somewhere in the house. But when he came home today, there was no announcement, Tess only got a scratch on the head, and he went straight to the bathroom to get a shower.
After he finished showering, he found you in the living room watching reruns from one of your regular shows. He simply plopped down on the couch and put his head on your shoulder. After sitting awhile with just the sound of the tv in the background, Tom finally mumbled a sentence into your shoulder.
“Sorry for being so grumpy.”
He turned his body towards you and slung an arm across your waist, still keeping his head buried in your neck.
“It’s alright. Are you okay?”
You ran your fingers through his still wet curls, knowing that he loved the feeling of you playing with his hair.
“Yeah, just had a bad day.”
Deciding to not press any further you grabbed the remote and put on a movie. As the night drew on, Tom was slowly reverting back to his usual self, making small comments about the movie just to make you laugh, calling Tessa up on the couch, and cuddling with you under your blanket.
Next thing you know, you are laying on the couch, Tom hovering above you, kissing that spot on your neck that always gives you chills. Tessa had long since retired and you and Tom started to make your way to bed, movie still playing, drinks untouched, and your snacks still strewn on the coffee table.
Which brings you to now, arms and legs wrapped around Tom as he pumps into you, your shirts sticking to your skin since you were too impatient to take it off, and breathy moans leaving your lips. Getting tired of the position, you unattached yourself from Tom’s body and flipped to your hands and knees, taking your shirt off in the process. You were now in Tom’s favorite position. Not only can he admire your ass in all it’s glory, but he can now easily hit that spot that makes you lose it every time.
As Tom started his pace again, you fell to your elbows as you felt him angle it just right. As the noise of you and Tom’s moans filled the room you could feel yourself getting a little closer to your climax. This is where you or Tom would normally add some extra stimulation by stroking your clit or grabbing a vibrator. But before you could even reach a hand down there, Tom suddenly started quickening his pace, letting out a curse.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum.”
Letting out a whine you start to rub your sensitive bud in an attempt to catch up, but it was too late.
“Fuck!”
His loud moan rang through the air as he slammed into you one last time, grabbing your hips tight as his orgasm ran through him. Panting, he slowly came down from his high, feeling the exhaustion hit him. You chuckled a little from how long it was taking him to recover before he pulled out and fell flat on the bed.You get up to use the restroom, fully expecting and accepting the night’s end. As you pee and clean yourself up, you suddenly hear Tom shout to you from your bed.
“Wait, did you cum?”
Tom was now laying under the covers, eyes half closed as he let out a yawn. Turning the light off, you grab a shirt from off the floor and snuggling under the covers.
“No, but it’s fine. You had a long day.”
Tom, with a burst of sudden energy, sat up and ripped the covers off you. You shivered from the sudden change in temperature as you protested. Sitting up, you curled up in an attempt to retain your heat.
“No, I’m not going to sleep until you cum.” He went to pull at the hem of your shirt but you quickly grab his hands to stop him.
“Tom it’s okay, really. You’re exhausted, go to bed.”
Ignoring you and the shirt, he jumped out of bed, grabbed your ankles, and tugged them towards him, making you lay flat in your back. A playful squeal left your mouth at the sudden movement, turning into an airy chuckle as he started to kiss up your legs. Once he made his way to your upper body, he slid his hands under your shirt, feeling the curve of your waist, and gave your breast a playful squeeze. You were giggling as he attached his lips to yours, moving your hands to the back of his head and his shoulder.
Slowly, Tom ran his hands down your back, traveling to your ass and down the back of your thighs. Breaking his lips from yours, he gave your jaw a quick kiss as he made his way back down your body. He grabbed the back of your knees, bent them, and moved them apart slightly to make room for his head. Now laying on his stomach, you could feel the ghost of his mouth on your inner thighs, feeling his breath tickle your skin. He gave your thigh one last kiss before diving in, licking a broad stripe up your center before turning his attention to you clit. He gave a few small licks before he attached his mouth to it, sending a shiver up your spine, and making you instinctively move your hands down to grab his. You gripped his hands as you tiled your head back, letting out a hum at the feeling of his mouth against you.
When he grabbed the vibrator out of your side table, you’ll never know, but he quickly put it to good use, setting it to a lower speed and moving it to your clit as his mouth traveled to your entrance. His tongue explored for a bit before he unattached his mouth and moved to push a finger inside. You moaned his name as he turned to vibrator up to a higher speed, bringing you a little closer to your climax. It wasn’t until he entered another finger into you and turned up the vibrator one last time that you finally reached your orgasm. You swore as tremors ran through your body, sensitivity soon kicking in as the vibrations continued. You quickly grabbed Tom’s hand, letting him knew that he could remove the vibrator and his fingers. Tossing the vibrator to the side, he crawled up to kiss you one last time before collapsing on the bed once again.
After you caught your breath, you turned to Tom ready to thank him, but quickly discovered that he was already asleep. Giving a quiet laugh, you set the vibrator aside to clean later, turned off the light, pulled the covers over you and Tom, and snuggled in for the night.
Hey!!😊 Could you write some angst with the reader not telling tom that she has been feeling sick while his away because she just hates depending on others?
Surprise Surprise T.H
Warnings: mentions of vomiting, angst-ish and fluff to finish it off.
rich kid!tom
For the third time this morning you padded towards the bathroom to hurl your guts out, you've been feeling a bit sick for the past couple of mornings but unfortunately your boyfriend wasn't here to take care of you. Tom was half way around the world on a business meeting and you didn't want to bother him or anyone for that matter.
After taking some meds you went back to bed, thinking that it must be a stomach bug. Just as you were about to doze off your phone started vibrating and it was none other than your loving boyfriend wanting to facetime you. "How's my favourite person doing?" Tom beamed as you answered his call, "Not well apparently." He answered on you behalf seeing you lying in bed. "You okay?"
"I'm fine Tom, it's just a stomach bug." You reassured him, "How was your meeting?" He went on to tell about his day, occasionally asking if you were okay and you kept on reassuring him you were even though you weren't; you didn't want to bother him while he was busy. "If you'd like, I could send Harry to get you some soup or something?" It was now getting on your nerves,"Tom I said I'm fine! I don't need anyone's help!" You yelled at him before cutting the call abruptly and shoving your face in your pillow, closing your eyes and getting the long awaited rest you needed.
It had been three days since you last spoke to Tom, you were feeling better but thinking that he would be mad at you based on how you ended the call last time. You were currently in kitchen whipping up a meal for yourself when the sound of the door being unlocked caught you attention, "Darling?" Tom called out softly, dropping off his bags and engulfing you in a hug the moment he saw you. "I was so worried." He whispered in your hair, making you once again reassure him that you were.
"I even sent Harry with your favourite soup but he told me you didn't open door, you have to tell me what's going on love." You remembered when Harry had kept knocking but you ignored him because you were crying your eyes out. "Come here." You told him, leading him to the couch, "I wanted to tell you the morning you call but I was too scared of how you'd react."
"You're scaring me Y/n, what's wrong?"
You took a deep breath before you began,"I'm pregnant." It was the silence that fell when with Tom's face that made your heart race.
"Tom?" You called him out of his trance.
"Is it true?" You nodded, getting up and getting the the proof, the pregnancy stick that confirmed that you were, in fact the mother of his child. Tom didn't say anything he just smiled and pecked you lips pulling you in his embrace. "So you're not mad?"
"Mad? Love I'm so happy! Now I have one more person to spoil!" He exclaimed, making you laugh. He got down on his knees and lifted up you shirt and kissed you stomach which happened to tickle you, "Daddy's gonna love you so much!" He whispered, "You know, I was waiting for later, but since we're giving each other surprises..." he trailed off and took out a velvet box out of his pocket, "Y/n..." he began, opening the box and revealing the most beautiful ring you had ever seen and before Tom could continue you gave him the answer he wanted, "Yes."
"And that's is all I ever want." He slipped on the ring, promising never to leave you or your little one ever.
a/n: this is so terrible, here's your un-see juice 🧃
Warnings: swearing, some angst, not much, wasn’t proofread
A/N: Heylo! This was just a little something I whipped up quick out of boredom! I hope y’all enjoy! Thank you, and have a nice day!❤️💕🥰
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The mob was never something you asked for. Never something you particularly wanted.
However, when you’re born into it, the business becomes inevitable.
Well, you weren’t technically born into it. Yes, your birth parents were a part of the mob, trusted members, but they died shortly after you were born, and so the Osterfields adopted you, making you a part of their family
Not that you were complaining, you appreciated your family, both blood and found, and you loved being a part of something bigger than yourself. You loved being bonded to people for life, and not just because you’re related.
Most of all, you loved the rush you got every time you were given a mission, a chance to prove yourself.
You never got missions anymore.
The one downside of being born into a mob, is your family. You were the youngest of three, your older siblings being Harrison and Charlotte.
Your family wasn’t in charge, they were merely the family of second-in-commands. Of course, there’s no problem with that, but that also meant that you were extremely close with the leader of the mafia, none other than Tom Holland.
You had grown up together, lived in the same mansion, learned the same rules, and you both understood the mafia.
Most people don’t actually get the reason mafias are around, most assume it’s just for money and power, which is half true.
But the mafia is more than that. It’s the thrill of dominance. The rush of adrenaline. The bond with your family.
You and Tom were the only ones who seemed to get that, and you had from a young age. That reason is why you were shocked when Harrison was chosen as his right-hand man.
Honestly, you shouldn’t have been surprised. Tom always picked Harrison over you. He had since you were kids, but some part of you wished he would have chosen you.
Instead, you were put as a soldier, a trusted one. You were trusted with the most dangerous missions, you were in charge of your fellow soldiers. You were more of a commander than anything else.
Your favorite part of that job was putting people in their place. Especially when they underestimated you. It was a normal occurrence, some loud-mouth would speak out, challenging your position. Their favorite nickname for you was “Princess Osterfield.”
You had a nickname for these people. Dickwads.
There was always at least one in each group, always questioning you or hitting on you. With each one, you’d either punch them if you were particularly pissed off, but normally, you would just remind them of who you were and what you were capable of, often making promises of what would happen if they were to disrespect you again.
It was a fun job, which is why you were crushed when you stopped receiving orders for missions. Instead, they’d be passed to Harry or Sam.
After a few weeks of being brushed aside, you started getting pissed.
You never got the right opportunity to address Tom about it, you never got a chance. He was always busy or he just didn’t want to talk to you, having Harrison distract you instead.
So, when the inner circle went out for their typical Friday-night dinner, you found a chance.
Was it a stupid idea? Yes. Did you care? Hell no, you were fed up.
The boys sat around you, laughing about something Sam had just said, beer slipping out of the glasses onto the table.
You finally got the urge to speak up, “Hey Tom?”
The other boys went silent, all quickly glancing between you two.
“Yeah?” He asked, setting his beer down on the table.
You leaned back, crossing your arms over your chest, trying to ignore his eyes quickly traveling down there, and back up, “Care to explain why I haven’t gotten an assignment in six weeks?”
Tom froze and the others looked at him expectantly. He took an exasperated inhale before he answered. “Listen darling,” you bit your lip at the pet name, “I really don’t want to discuss this right now in front of them.” He gestured to the boys and you rolled your eyes.
“Well, there’s obviously a reason and I’m sure they would like to know too, right?” You narrowed your eyes at the boys, and they all stayed silent.
Sure, they were scared of Tom, but everyone knew that you were ten times worse.
Tom scoffed and shook his head, “I said I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“And I said I do,” you challenged.
“Y/N, for God’s sake! Just let it go!” Tom growled and you looked in his eyes, he never raised his voice at you.
You but your lip, nodding, before standing up and grabbing your coat. You knew it was childish, but you couldn’t deal with him anymore. “Harrison, don’t bother with the keys, I’ll be walking home,” you said to your brother, and he slowly nodded.
You walked out of the pub, letting the door slam behind you.
Harrison turned to Tom, who was sitting with his head in his hands, “Mate, if I were you, I’d go after her,” Harrison offered and Tom grumbled before standing up.
“Yeah yeah yeah, I know,” and with that, Tom was following after you.
The three remaining boys sat for a few moments in silence, before Harry wondered aloud, “How much do you bet they’re gunna fuck?”
“Fuck off!” Harrison threw a napkin at him, shaking his head.
“Actually, I’d like to get in on this bet,” Sam chided, which resulted in Harrison throwing another napkin.
—
As you stepped outside, you felt the cold air nipping at your skin, goosebumps rising on your legs.
You knew you should’ve worn pants. You fucking knew. Yet you decided to wear a small, black, leather skirt instead. Fucking idiot.
You wrapped your arms around yourself, and began walking down the street. You were only a few feet away from the pub when you heard Tom calling for you.
“Y/N, love, cmon! Please come back!” You shook your head as you continued walking.
The street went silent for a few moments, and you hoped that Tom had gone back inside. However, seconds later, you heard the rev of a car engine, and sure enough, Tom pulled up next to you, window rolled down.
“Y/N, please, just get in the car, you hate the cold,” he argued, and you gave him a glare as you continued walking.
His car continued following beside you, and he kept calling your name, until finally, you gave in.
You huffed as he stopped the car, yanking the door open before stepping into it.
You quickly buckled your seatbelt and continued glaring ahead of you, refusing to acknowledge Tom next to you.
“N/N, will you please talk to me?” You remained silent, and Tom sighed, “Alright, no talking then.”
He started driving to the house, constantly glancing at you, but you didn’t break. One prominent family trait was displayed well in you. Stubbornness.
Tom drove you the rest of the way there, the tension in the car building each second.
The second Tom pulled into the driveway, you rushed out of the car, not even bothering to shut the door as you entered the house.
You could hear Tom calling after you again, but you kept walking through the house, discarding your coat on the couch, hurriedly making your way into your office, wanting to try and work.
Moments after you sat down, Tom barged into your office, a small smirk on his face. “Am I gonna spend my whole life chasing after you?”
You tried to push back the heat that rushed to your body at his smile, setting a determined scowl on your face. “Don’t you know how to knock?”
Tom shrugged, “I don’t really like to if I’m being honest, darling.” That damn word again.
You had heard him say it hundreds of times, but now, it was sinking into you differently. You cleared your throat and crossed your legs. You straightened your back, gaze meeting Tom’s. “What do you want, Holland?” You demanded.
“I wanna talk it out, seeing as you were that desperate,” he teased and you scoffed, leaning back in your chair.
You shook your head for a few moments before nodding, “Alright Tom. You wanna talk? Let’s talk! Why the fuck am I not receiving any missions? It’s been six fucking weeks, I want an explanation!” You stood abruptly, placing your hands on your desk.
“I-I, ugh,” Tom groaned, running his hand through his curls.
“It’s not that fucking hard, Thomas, just explain it to me,” you rarely called him by his full name.
“Y/N, it’s not that simple!” Tom growled and you chuckled lowly.
“Yes it is that fucking simple!” You yelled and he looked up.
“Fine, you really want to know why I haven’t given you any missions?” He asked, his voice soft again.
“Yeah, I really do.”
He sighed, looking at the floor before looking back at you. “I haven’t given you anything because… because I care for you.”
“Yeah, no shit, Harrison cares for me too, so how come he would allow me, and you won’t?” You looked into Tom’s eyes, although you didn’t know what you were searching for.
“It’s, it’s not like that, N/N,” he mumbled.
“Then how is it different?” You pressed, taking a few steps towards him.
He bit his lip, looking at you before sighing. “It’s different because, it’s different because I’m in love with you.”
You stopped in your tracks, only a foot away from him now. “What?” You asked in shock, not fully processing what he was saying.
“I’m in love with you, okay? That’s why you haven’t been getting assignments. I’m starting to get, I don’t know, protective, I guess, and I don’t like the idea of you on the field.
“Tom…” you whispered, and he shook his head.
“I- forget I said anything, I’ll see you tomorrow,” he turned to leave but you grabbed his wrist.
“What if I don’t wanna forget?” You asked, bringing him closer.
“I-“ he began but quickly closed his mouth, gulping lightly.
“Is this okay?” You questioned, grabbing his collar and bringing his lips centimeters away from yours.
“More than okay.” He closed the gap.
Your lips connected, slow, needy, yet patient. You put your fingers in his curls, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss.
He put his hands around your waist, bringing you closer to him. You pressed your lips to his once more after pulling away, and looked in his eyes.
His eyes were normally his tell. At least, around you. His eyes said everything. You searched for something in his eyes, anything regretful, but all you saw was adoration as he gazed back at you, his face lightly tinted pink.
“I love you,” he said, eyes traveling over your face.
You started grinning, your previous argument completely forgotten, “I love you too.”
He smiled and wrapped you in his arms, holding you as close as he could. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your face into his neck.
You pulled your head back, “Tom, will you cuddle with me tonight?” You twirled a loose curl between your fingers.
“Of course, darling.”
—
The next morning, Sam, Harry, and Harrison slowly crept their way towards your room.
Harrison was hesitant about coming at first, but he finally convinced himself that he was prepared for anything he was about to witness.
Harry slowly opened the door, peeking his head through before opening the door all the way so the others could see.
They could see both of you in the bed, but you were both fully clothed.
“See?” Sam whispered, “They didn’t fuck! They still have clothes on!” He pointed out and Harrison let out a sigh of relief.
“They could’ve put their clothes back on!” Harry reasoned, and Harrison shot him a short glare.
“How about we leave them alone and you two can ask at breakfast?” Harrison suggested, and the twins both nodded and closed the door, making their way downstairs.
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You woke up pressed against Tom’s chest, hearing his light snores. You giggled and sat up, trying not to wake him. You stood up and put on some slippers, quickly going to brush your teeth and hair.
You emerged from the bathroom minutes later to see Tom sitting up on the bed, smiling wide at you.
“Hey you,” he chided and you laughed, sitting in front of him on the bed.
“Who knew London’s most feared mobster gets giddy in the morning?” You teased and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug.
“The boys made breakfast,” he mumbled into your shoulder and you chuckled.
“Well, how about we go check out their most-likely-burnt meal?” You asked, treading your fingers lightly through Tom’s hair.
Tom sighed loudly, “Yeah, I guess so.”
You stood up and gestured to him to follow you down to the kitchen, walking in and seeing the three standing with their arms crossed.
You eyed them questioningly, grabbing a glass of water, taking a sip as Tom walked into the room.
“So,” Sam began, his face completely straight.
“Did you guys fuck last night?” Harry finished, a shit-eating grin on his face.
You choked on your water a little bit, setting the glass down, “Excuse me?” You demanded, and Harrison pursed his lips.
“Did you guys fuck last night?” He asked and you squinted at him in confusion.
“I heard the fucking question,” you responded, shaking your head.
“And no, we did not,” Tom clarified, and you nodded.
Harry began grumbling, reaching for something in his pocket, pulling out a ten dollar bill before handing it to Sam.
Sam pocketed the money and smirked at him, “Told you!” He pinched Harry’s arm, quickly dashing off while Harry chased after him.
“I swear they’re like children sometimes,” Harrison shook his head and there was a loud crash out of nowhere, followed by the sound of the twins arguing. “Shit,” Harrison swore under his breath and ran to find the boys.
You and Tom turned to each other, before you broke the silence, “What the fuck just happened?”
Summary: He loves the pub quiz night. She is a waitress in his favorite pub. The rest you already know.
A/N: this is the fluffiest I can get. Tell me if you liked. Oh! And tell me if you noticed any physical description.
Tom was excited about tonight. Like he was about every quiz night at the pub. He loved hanging out with his family and friends, and his competitive side always loved when they win.
"So...pub quiz...tonight...can we go to another bar? I found one not far from here and it looks cool," Harrison said, sitting on the couch on the opposite side where Tom was.
"It's okay for me," Harry said from the other couch, looking away from his notebook.
"I don't know, mate. I like our local pub. I don't wanna go to another one where I don't know who is the owner or the hosts," he explained. "Besides, the people in our local pub are used to us. When we go to another one people get all weird...you know?" he finished.
"Sure...and you saying this has nothing to do with the fact that you want to see Y/N because you fancy her since she started working at Ernie's?" Harry quipped with a playful smile.
"Shut up, man," Tom said, trying not to smile at the mention of the girl, but failing.
"Are you for real? I thought we were over this," Harrison laugh, looking between them.
"You divs. I just don't wanna go to another pub. Y/N has nothing to do with it," he said, still trying to control his smile.
"That's not what your face is saying," Harry said, drinking from his beer.
"Seriously, mate. Why you don't talk to her? She's always nice to you, more than she is with us. Maybe she's into you too," Harrison shrugged. "Besides you're a movie star, she would never say no to you," Tom rolled his eyes.
"I don't want her to go out with me because I'm famous," Tom said.
"Oh! But then you want her to go out with you?" Harry laugh.
"You two are idiots," Tom got up of the couch.
"Let's make a bet," Harrison said, making Tom stop and turn back to look at him. "If we lose tonight, you talk to her," he offered.
"W-what... what are you talking about? Why would I agree with that?" he laughed.
"Because if you don't talk to her, I will," Harrison said nonchalantly. "I mean...she's cute and nice...at least I would have a great time."
"What? You can't do this," Tom protested.
"And why is that?" Harrison said with a mischievous smile.
Fuck. He should've kept his mouth shut. "B-because..." Tom tried to think of a reason that didn't involve him confessing his interest in the girl. "Fine!" he gave up. "If we lose tonight, I talk to her," he agreed, offering his hand to seal the deal.
"Great!" Harrison said, shaking Tom's hand.
"I bet she'll turn him down," Harry said, earning an annoyed expression from his brother.
~
The pub quiz night was the best day of the week for you. Of course you had to work double, but you got so many tips. It worth it. Plus, you really enjoyed seeing all those people fighting to have their team name on the wall for a week.
"Y/N?! Why are you here so early?" your work friend, Jake, asked, entering the pub.
"I helped Ernie open the bar today," you said, cleaning the counter.
"Oh! How are you?" he went behind the bar and hugged you.
"I'm good. You?"
"Great. I just had an amazing day off, that I spent doing nothing with my cute boyfriend, so..." he said with a dreaming face.
"Please, can you get me one of those?" you joked.
"Weren't you dating that Kyle guy?" he asked confused.
"Please, that was two months ago, and he was a jerk," you said, returning to clean the counter.
"No way! Why you didn't tell me?" he said, moving things and setting the bar for the night.
"Eh...it wasn't a big deal," you shrugged.
"Anyways... I'm sorry babes," he said with a pout. "But hey! Today is pub quiz night. The pub will be full...who knows what can happen," he smiled, wiggling his brows. "Oh!!! You know who would be good?! That blonde boy that always comes with his friends. They won two weeks ago," he said animatedly. "To be honest, anyone from that table would be good," he laughed.
"You're crazy," you smiled at him.
"Yeah... I can be, but that table is yours if they show up," he pointed at you with a smile.
~
Soon the pub was packed and you were running from one side to another, serving pints of beer and food. You knew almost everyone who attended to puz quiz night since it was a local and small pub so, be nice to them was natural.
"Hey, look who's here," Jake pointed at the door, bringing your attention to the group of boys that were entering the pub.
"Shut up, Jake," you said, biting your lip and trying to hide a smile.
"That table it's yours! I just informed the others," he said, already leaving.
"What?" you asked, but he was gone. You waited a minute to see if anyone would take their order, but none of the others came even near their table. They were chatting happily, not even noticing that no one took their order. You took a deep breath, defeated, taking your pad from your pocket, and walking to the table. Suddenly, you felt very self-conscious about talking to them. Thanks for that, Jake.
"Goodnight, guys. How are you doing?" you asked, standing by their table and they stopped talking. Harrison covered a laugh with his hand, elbowing Tom, that was by his side.
"Hey, Y/N. We're good. How are you?" Harry said.
"I'm great," you smiled. "Are you guys ready to order?"
"Yep. Five pints, three fish n' chips, and two burgers," he said with a smile.
"Okay. I'll be right back," you said, smiling at them one more time and leaving the table. You walked to the bar, telling their order to Ernie.
"So... how did it go?" Jake asked while you waited for the middle aged man to hand you the beers.
"Oh! Great. Do you see the boy with brown hair?" you asked, and Jake nodded. "He's my boyfriend now. I think he's gonna propose to me soon," you said, sarcastically, and Jake rolled his eyes.
"You can joke whatever you want, but he's actually looking at you like he will propose soon," he said, a victorious smile appearing in his face when you turned your head to look at the boy with hopeful look. "So, he's the one you want. And I thought the blonde was more your type," he was laughing now.
"You are an idiot," you said to him, leaving with the five beers.
"Hey, everyone!" Emily, the pub quiz's host, said on the microphone, getting everyone's attention. "I'm your host, Emily," she said with a big smile. "Is everyone ready for tonight's quiz?" she asked, and some people cheered. "You guys know that tonight is the quiz night, right? Some people seem confused," she joked, and they laughed. "I'm gonna ask again. Is everyone ready for tonight's quiz?" she asked more excited, and people cheered louder. "Great. Tonight's theme is football, more precisely, FIFA World Cup," people cheered again. "So... good luck to everyone, I hope you're ready to exercise your brains...or just get drunk," she joked.
~
The night went on with the rounds, and questions, and people got more and more excited and drunk. Sometimes you stopped, laughing at some joke or innocent arguments that the players were having. Sometimes you helped the people you were serving, cause you were nice, and you didn't like to see people struggling with the wrong answer.
"...you're just stupid man. I'm telling you, Ronaldo was the last one to score at the final," Harrison said when you approached their table.
"Why are you being like this? It was not! You just want us to lose!" Tom whisper yelled at him.
You took their empty bottles, replacing them for full ones. They looked up, noticing you, Tom's eyes went wide.
"I think he is right," you said to Harrison, pointing to Tom.
"Thank you," Tom looked at Harrison with a triumphant smile, and Harrison just rolled his eyes. "Can you tell us who it was... the last one?" Tom asked quietly, after a few seconds. His smile was gone because he didn't know the right answer too.
You looked from one side to another, checking if anyone could hear you, while the boys looked at you with hopeful eyes. "It was Dunga. A brazilian player," you whispered, making the boys smile.
"Are you sure?" Harrison asked not fully convinced.
"Prety much," you smiled.
"Fine, let's put him then," he agreed.
"I owe you guys a beer if I'm wrong," you said and walked away.
"Okay! Our time's up," Emily said, and everyone stopped writing their answers. "Oliver will collect your answers now. You may wat to tweet about how bad you did," Emily joked. As soon as Oliver finished collecting the answers, she was back at the microphone. "So let's see the answers now," she said with a smile. She read the seven first questions between cheers and mop from the players. "Question number eight," she said and you stopped at the bar, listening to the question you had helped the boys with. "Who was the last player to score at the last game in 1994's World Cup?" she waited for a second. "Dunga. He was the captain of the Brazilian team," she said and you smiled, searching for the boys in the crowd. Tom was looking at you with a sweet smile, and you felt your stomach fluttering. Harry followed his brother's eyes, seeing that they were on you. He said something, and everyone at the table looked at you, making Tom hide his face, annoyed. You tried to ignore that, resuming to take orders and serve beers.
A few minutes after that, you saw one of the boys signaling to you. "Hey," you said with a smile, when you got to their table. “Do you guys need anything?" you asked softly.
"How did you know that?" Sam asked without even waiting for anyone to say something.
"I watch a lot of football," you said with a grin.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" Tuwaine joked, and you two laughed. "No, but seriously, do you?" he said with a serious face, but you knew he was joking.
"No, I don't," you said with a laugh. "But I have to warn you, watching football it's probably my only quality," you fake whispered to him, cupping your mouth with one hand.
"I don't care. I take it," he said.
"Hey! Get in line, man," Hary said to Tuwaine. "Tom saw her first," he joked and you felt your cheeks getting hotter.
"SHUT UP, HARRY," Tom yelled at his brother, which only made everyone laugh even more. "Jesus! I'm sorry," he said, looking at you. "They are idiots who don't know how to behave," he apologized.
"It's okay," you said with an awkward smile. "So what do you guys need?" you said after a few seconds in silence, the boys holding a laugh. They made their order and you left.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Tom said when you left, but you still could hear him.
~
Almost an hour later the quiz ended, and the boys lost. "Can I do this another day, please?" Tom pleaded, but all the boys shake their heads no.
"You're doing this today. We made a deal, and you shook my hand!" Harrison said.
"But look at her...she looks tired, and you guys already annoyed her today," he said, pointing at you, serving another group a few tables from them.
"She's not annoyed! You're annoyed. She was laughing with us. You were the only grumpy one," Sam said.
"Mate, If you don't talk to her, I'm the next one in line. Get it together," Tuwaine said, jokingly. Tom stared at them for a few more seconds. "Well, I'm going then..." Tuwaine started getting up.
"NO!" Tom said, pushing him back. "I'll go," he said, defeated. "Divs..." he groaned, getting up.
You were going to the bar, and Tom felt a little relieved. At least, if you rejected him, he won't have a crowd around. He ran his hand through his hair anxiously. "Hey..." he said, leaning on the counter by your side.
"Hi!" you said, looking at him with a smile. "I'm sorry. Do you guys need something? I didn't see you calling me," you said, looking at his table.
"No. We're okay," he said, clearing his throat. "Hum...to be honest, I...um...I kind of made a bet with them," he pointed at his table, and your eyes glanced at them. They were all looking at you two, smiling, and then looked away, noticing you.
"A bet?" you asked confused.
"Yeah...that I would...um...if we lost...I would ask you out," he said, rubbing his hands together. You were so confused. You were a bet to them? I mean, you knew you weren’t insanely hot, but you weren't ugly either. At least, that was what you thought. But now, you needed someone to lose a bet to ask you out? That was new. "Oh NO! No no no! Not like that!" Tom said, noticing the weird look on your face. "It's not because you're ugly or something like that," he was a disaster. "Actually, I think you're very very pretty..." he rambled on and you smiled a little. "But I never had enough courage to ask you out. So they said that, if we lost today, I would have to talk to you," he explained. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this," he said with an apologizing smile. "You can say no, we're good," he said.
You looked at him, and them to the boys, who were watching the interaction. "Your friends made you do this?" you asked, perpetuating his agony for a few more seconds.
He nodded. "They are idiots, I know," he said.
You looked at him again. Ever since you started working here, you knew the boys. And since your first pub quiz night, you always wanted to talk to Tom. But life went on, and you settle to admire him from afar. "I work almost every night, and the nights I'm not working, I have to study," you said.
"I understand," he said with a sad face, looking at his feet, preparing himself to leave, humiliated.
"But..." you started again, and he stopped, looking at you again. "I finish here at eleven-thirty. If you wanna go out later," you said with a smile. "We can go eat something," you shrugged.
He smiled, a look between doubt and hope in his face. "Are you sure? You don't have to do this because of them," he said, making sure you wanted to go out with him.
"I'm sure if you're sure," you said.
"I've never been more sure," he smiled widely, making you smile too. How did he manage to be this cute?
"Okay! So, it's a date," you said, offering your hand for him to shake, and he took it, holding a little longer than he needed.
"It's a date!"
He walked back to his table, and you tried to hide the smile that was forcing his way to your face when you saw Tom's friends cheering.
~
Your shift was finally over. You counted your tips with Jake by your side. The night was better than you could imagine. You got more tips then you expected, and that was going to help a lot with your bills.
"So... how was it with the boy? I saw you two talking," Jake asked after you finished counting your money.
"You're an asshole, you know that, right?" you said, hiding a smile.
"Shut up. By the smile you had, I know things went well," he said.
You shook your head at him. "He asked me out," you said and he cheered. "But I don't think it'll happen," you cut him off.
"And why is that?" he asked confused.
"Because I told him I got out at eleven-thirty, and he said he would be here, but as you can see," you looked around you, "He's not here," you couldn't help the sadness in your voice saying that last part.
"Oh! What a jerk! Don't worry, next week I’ll ‘accidentally’ drop some beer on him," Jake said, hugging your shoulders and you laugh. "I'm sorry," he said after a few seconds, noticing you were really sad.
"It's okay," you forced a smile. "Now, let's go. I really wanna sleep now," you said, getting up and he followed you.
"Ernie, we're leaving," Jake announced.
"Bye Ernie," you said, picking up your purse and waving goodbye.
"Bye, kids. See you tomorrow," he said before you left.
"Oh! Would you look at that," Jake said surprised, getting your attention. You followed his eyes, seeing the curly-haired boy seated on the short brick wall that followed the riverside in front of the pub.
"Hey," Tom said with a smile, getting up, and walking to you.
"I think I'm going home alone," Jake said. "You two have a good night," he said with a grin. "Call me tomorrow..." he pointed at you and you shook your head, looking at the ground.
"Hi," you said after Jake left. "I thought you had stood me up," you said, putting your hands in the pockets of your denim jacket.
"I would never do that," he said, smiling.
"That's good," you said, changing your weight from one foot to another. You were feeling your stomach do flips inside you and his smile wasn't helping you now. "So...where are we going?" you asked, breaking the silence.
"I don't know. Do you want to eat something?" he asked, and you nodded. "We can head this way, then. There's a place two blocks down," he said, and you agreed. "Do you live nearby?"
"Yeah, a few blocks away from the river," you said when you started walking.
You two talked all the way to the bar. He asked a lot of things about you. He was funny, and without even trying, he was cute. He told you about his work, and how he normally doesn't go out because people always freak out when they recognize him. And that was one of the things he liked about Ernie's pub. They knew him for so long that he was just another customer.
You told him about your life as a college kid who works and goes to classes. He seemed very interested, asking about what you would gonna do after graduation, the things you liked to do, and the things you disliked. At some point, during dinner, he leaned closer to you, your legs were touching, and his arm brushing against yours. His smile was perfect, forming those crinkles around his eyes, the scrunched nose when he was animatedly telling some story, the voice between gritted teeth when he was embarrassed or trying to be funny and the laugh that got caught in his throat when you told him something funny. By the way, that was the thing you loved more. How much he laughed at the things you told him. You were usually awkward so, be funny was your way of dealing with things, and when someone laughed at your jokes, that was everything to you.
You kept talking until the waiter informed that the bar was closing.
"It's past two," you said looking at your cellphone.
"I didn't even notice the time passing," Tom said, putting his jacket.
"Me neither. I think that's what happens when you're having a good time," you smiled softly and he did the same. He got up, helping you with your jacket. He kept his hand on your lower back, guiding you outside. The cold air outside hitting you when you got out. You waited for Tom, that was holding the door so an old couple could walk out of the restaurant too. This boy was something else, you thought, seeing him greet the two and then, they left.
"Oh! It's cold," he said, closing the restaurant door behind him, and walking to you.
"Yeah, a little," you crossed your arms on your chest, shivering when you felt a wind hit you.
"Do you want...?" he said, extending his arm, offering it to hug you.
"Yeah, sure," you shrugged, getting closer to him without uncrossing your arms. He hugged you by the shoulders, rubbing your arm. You felt his warmth around you, and even though this was your first date, you couldn't feel more comfortable. He was the softest person you ever met, and at that moment, you wished this day never ended. "Thanks," you said with a low voice, and he smiled back. You two walked like that for a few minutes, talking, until you hugged his waist, absentmindedly. Your arm under his jacket. You only noticed where your hand was when he held your hand that was in his waist. His hand was soft, and sometimes he squeezed yours, like when he wanted you to stop before crossing a street or when he wanted to react to the story you were telling without saying a word.
"That's me," you said a little sad when you reached your front porch.
"Oh! Cool," he said, stopping by your side, and then turning his body a little to face you.
"Do you wanna call an Uber? It's a little late, and I would feel better if you called one," you said lightly. "I can wait with you," you offered.
"Sure, I will," he said, taking his cellphone from his pocket, and looking for the app.
"Let's sit," you suggested, sitting on the stairs of your building and he followed you, sitting by your side, closer than ever.
"He's five minutes away from here," he informed, putting the phone back in his pocket.
"I had a great time tonight, thanks for asking me out," you said when he looked at you. He hugged your shoulders again while his other hand rested on your knee, rubbing circles on your jeans.
"Me too. Thanks for accepting," he smiled. "And I'm sorry for the bet," he said.
"No problem. I'm glad they forced you to do this. God knows how long it would take for you to do it willingly," you laughed.
"Hey!" he said a little offended.
"Please, you go to the pub almost every week, and never talked to me more than a couple sentences. You were far from doing it without the bet," you laughed more.
"Shut up," he said through gritted teeth, holding a smile.
"I'm just kidding. I'm happy you did it, and that's what matters," you said, turning your laugh in a soft smile.
"I'm happy I did it too," he said, and his face was closer to yours. You could feel his breath on your cheek. You looked up, and your eyes glanced between his eyes and his lips. You licked your lips unconsciously, and his hand squeezed your leg, the arm on your shoulder bringing you even closer. "I'm sorry it took me so long," he said almost in a whisper. "I promise I'll be faster with the next step," his eyes lingered on your lips a little longer.
"And what is the next step?" you asked.
"This," he said, ending the space between you two. His lips capturing yours, easily and softly. You turned your body, and your hand hugged his neck. He lowered his hand that was your shoulder, hugging your waist. Your breath felt shorter, and a car stopping by your sidewalk got your attention.
You broke the kiss, earning a confused look from him. "Your Uber," you pointed to the car without looking away from him. He looked at the car, faking a sad expression. "That's what I call bad timing," he said through greeted, rolling his eyes. You laughed at his whining. "Can I call you tomorrow?" he asked, rubbing his hand up and down your arm.
"Sure," you smiled.
"Great. I'm gonna head home, then," he said, getting up, and you did the same.
"Talk to you tomorrow," you said, putting your hands on your pockets.
"Talk to you tomorrow," he replied, going down some steps, and then stopped, turning around to you. He cupped your face and kissed you one more time, quickly, which made your smile grow wider. "Good night!" he said, getting in the Uber.
"'Night," you said, your stomach fluttering like crazy.
That night you slept with a smile on your face and the feeling that things just changed forever.
