#tom make up imagine

[sherifftillman]

Worth the Wait

Pairing: Tom Grant x f!bartender!Reader Genre: smut Tags:Make Up (film), 18+ (minors DNI), alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), unprotected piv (pulling out) Summary: Your favourite customer has a confession to make, that he's very eager to. You wish you could believe him - if only he weren't drunk every time he saw you. Word count:7.1k A/N: God, this fic's been a long time in the making! I started writing it months ago, but then @choke-me-eddie wrote the phenomenal Jack Daniels and Coke and I gave myself massive imposter syndrome for ages lol, but one day I was going through my WIPs folder and something told me to start this up again. So, here it is! PS: the amount of time i spent on making that gif look like he's getting himself off for more than like 4 frames before feckin roof gets in the way, as naturally as i could get it, is between me and god. 😂

“Hello again, gorgeous,” your favourite voice slurs from the other side of the bar.

You see big, warm brown eyes greet you along with the biggest grin you’ve seen all day and your heart melts, despite the pang of disappointment. “Hello yourself, sweetheart. Back to drown more of your troubles?”

“Can I not just come over to my favourite pub and chat to my favourite barmaid, with no ulterior motive?” he pouts, leaning an elbow on the bar so he can rest his chin on his fist, a trademark pose for Tom.

“Not when you’re already pretty wavy,” you point out with raised eyebrows, wafting the air in front of him. “I can smell the Fosters on you a mile off. Didn’t take you for a piss drinker.”

He pulls a face, “Weren’t my doing, honest. Some of the blokes at work decided to get together an’ have dinner somewhere, an’ they bought everyone a pint each without asking us. I had to sneak in a couple of shots to take the taste away and then they bought another, so I had to drink even more.”

“Your life is so hard, babe,” you pout patronisingly, and he sticks his tongue out at you in response. You pour him a glass of water and slide it over to him. “Here. On the house, and that’s a deal only my favourite customers get.”

He looks at you disbelievingly. “As if water isn’t free for everybody, good one.” You smile back at him with just as much snark as he’s giving you as he drinks it all down in one go, and you take the excuse to watch his throat bob while he’s distracted.

You’ve always had a soft spot for Tom. Ever since the poor sod ended up at your pub following the break-up between him and his childhood sweetheart. You’d heard it all about Ruth, and her new friend Jade, and all of the accusations Ruth would make against Tom just to turn around and do the very same to him with Jade. The last time he visited became a real turning point, when he’d gotten especially drunk and admitted to you that he’d been questioning his attraction to her, himself.

“I don’t even know what it was that turned me off, you know. Or maybe it was never even there.”

“Well, is she your type? What kind of person are you usually into?”

“Pretty girls. Like you,” he drawled, resting his chin on his fist.

“Nice try, Mr Grant. I’d believe you if you weren’t so wasted,” you smirked.

“Ooh, Mr Grant, so formal. How’d you know that, anyway?”

“Your last name? Let’s see, your ID, your bank card… ’S not that difficult to find out.”

“Yeah, but you remembered it. I think you fancy me, too,” he grinned smugly.

“Too bad you’ll never know,” you shook your head, and he pouted at you.

“Not even gonna tell me? Tease.”

“Even if I did, there’s no way you’d remember in the morning, so there’s no point, is there?” you shrugged.

“Bet I would. I’d never forget something if it were about you,” he simpered.

You tried to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach and managed to keep your composure as you replied, “Alright, then, if you still feel the same way about me, but stone cold sober, I’ll give you my number. But only then.”

Tom had wanted to stay true to his promise so badly. He’d wanted nothing more than to just sit and watch you work and flirt relentlessly with you. No liquid courage needed. But of course it was Barry’s birthday, and Barry wanted all the lads together for dinner. Tom had felt honoured to finally be included as one of the lads, but it came at a price. A price that he felt too tipsy to then go back to his caravan, all alone with his thoughts. Only one person usually made him feel better in this state. And he’d promised you a sober confession. Yet here he was, giving you the exact opposite.

“Can I ’ave another one?” he asks, holding the glass out to you.

You kiss your teeth and shake your head, lightly lilting, “Alright, but soon enough, I am gonna have to start charging you.”

He narrows his eyes. “Water don’t cost nothing, though. We already established that, remember?” Still in his hand, he taps the empty glass against his head as you take out a fresh one for him.

“So, maybe I’ll have to think of other ways to have you pay for my efforts,” you smirk, putting the water down and resting your hands on your edge of the bar, shifting your weight onto your wrists.

“Oh, yeah?” Tom leans forward, intrigued, a coy smile playing on his lips. “What’s that, then?”

You wrinkle your nose, "Depends what you've got to offer."

"Just. This," Tom states as he steps back and gestures at himself with both hands, the slur that’s still present in his voice betraying him.

You sigh. "Remember the rule, Tommy boy," you waggle your eyebrows at him, and he groans.

"Yeah. I know,” he pouts as he grabs the glass with a frustrated force and starts chugging again.

You look at him with hopeful eyes. “There’s always next time, eh.”

~~~

“So, let me get this straight,” your best friend stops you, looking up in disbelief at the location you’d chosen. “You decided to get us all to meet up for drinks, for your birthday, and we could have gone anywhere. And you choose your work?!”

“Well, yeah, I’m not allowed to use my staff discount while I’m on shift, obviously, so why not take advantage of it on my big day, eh?!” You grin. 

She rolls her eyes, “You’re a menace.”

“Yeah, but you put up with me,” you rest your chin on her shoulder, still beaming from ear to ear as you both stumble into the pub together.

“Ooh, Tommy the Tank Engine at 2 o’clock,” your best friend giggles, pointing over at a group of men that, sure enough, includes Tom himself.

“Don’t point, dickhead!” You hush, grabbing her hand and shoving it back to her side. “Oh, bless him, look at him. Now, listen, you cannot let me get so drunk that I make a tit of myself in front of him, okay? I’ve got a - you know, a -” You wave your hand around in front of you, trying to think of a word. “Not quite reputation, but you know what I mean. A thing we’ve got.”

“I don’t think that I do,” she laughs, shaking her head. “Unless you mean, like… Because you’ve told him you’ll only believe him if he’s sober, you don’t wanna flirt with him while you’re drunk.”

“You get me,” you smile wistfully as you lean against her, cuddling up to her.

Giggling again, she shoves you away. “Gerroff, unless you really wanna give him the wrong impression! Besides, I say go for it, anyway. Ride that train,” she mimics pulling a steam train whistle and you scold her as you shove her towards the bar.

You meet up with the rest of your friends and have a shot with them. One of your regulars wishes you a happy birthday and buys you another. One of your coworkers gives you another one on the house.

You’ve totally forgotten who else was even here, until after your best friend insists on buying you your favourite cocktail, and as you shuffle between other people waiting at the bar to let others get out, you feel your back collide with the solid weight of someone else’s chest, followed by an all-too-familiar, “Easy, tiger!”

You take a deep breath in and look at your best friend in bewilderment before steeling yourself and pivoting to look at Tom, “Oh my god, hi! I’m so sorry!”

“’S alright. Someone’s having a good night, aren’t they?” He smiles down at you.

“It’s her birthday, you know!” Your best friend shouts over at him, and he gives a thoughtful frown back, raising his eyebrows at her.

“I did not know that, as a matter of fact! S’pose I better do my rightful duty and get the birthday girl a drink, too, shouldn’t I?”

“Trying to get me drunk, now, are ya? I see your game, Mr Grant,” you tease, earning a sly grin from him and a side-eye from your best friend.

“Fair’s fair, you’ve seen me plastered enough times,” he waggles his eyebrows at you. “What’s your poison, ladies?”

Tom buys both yours and your best friend’s drinks for you, and orders something for himself while your friend sneaks away to leave you both to it, though you don’t realise it. You frown when you see Tom pick up a full pint glass of Coke and point at it. “Big glass for a mixed drink.”

“Yeah. Almost as though it isn’t,” he smirks, moving his glass to chime it against yours. “Happy birthday, love.”

Though your heart sinks at the idea that he really did try to keep to his word tonight, you decide to keep up the playful rapport the two of you know so well. Punctuating your first three words each with a poke to the middle of his chest, you grin slyly, “I think you are just looking for an excuse to see me drunk, for once.”

Running two of his fingers alternately up your shoulder at his first three words, he mimics your tone, “I think you are just looking for an excuse to touch me.” He rests his wrist on your shoulder, and the fingertips that ghost the skin on your back send shivers all through you.

“Says the man who’s keeping his arm there,” you reply with a smug lipped smile, and he shrugs, that fake frown making another appearance on his face.

“Alright, I guess if you don’t want it,” he slides his arm away from you tantalisingly slowly, his eyes locked onto yours the whole time. You whimper involuntarily, your voice betraying you, when his fingertips are the only thing dragging against you. With a proud chuckle, he rests the heel of his hand back on your shoulder again, his fingertips leaving goosebumps where they ghost against the skin left exposed from the strap of your dress. “You should really get back to your friends now.”

“Not without you,” you pull a face at him, “not after all this! You bought the two of us a drink, remember, you can’t just leave us now!”

He smiles in quiet pride. “What would I tell all my mates, eh? That I’m abandoning them?”

“They can come over, too!” you counter. “My friends won’t mind, they’d love extra company.”

“Why, do you plan on being distracted all night?” he asks, raising his eyebrows at you again.

“Where’s this Tom been hiding then, anyway, eh?” you buffer his question with your own. “How come I don’t see this version of you when I’m sober? Am I that intimidating?”

“Ooh, yeah, dead scary,” Tom answers sarcastically, shaking his head and furrowing his brow, but he laughs when you waggle your fingers in a jokingly haunting manner.

“Will you at least drink with me, so I’m not the only one making an arse of myself?” you pout, trying to give him your best doe eyes.

“But then who will be here to document all your arse-ry?” Tom starts, but you interrupt.

“That’s not a word!”

“Piss off, drunky, how do you know?” he teases, laughing at your offended gasp. “No, if you’re gonna make a scene, I wanna make sure my head is crystal clear so I can lord it over you for the rest of time. As it is, I’m sure you’ve got plenty of material to embarrass me with tonight,” he flashes his eyes at you as you approach his friend group, waving your own over.

You all eventually commandeer your own corner of the pub, you and Tom sat on one of the old leather sofas as the other is crammed with a mix of both his friends and yours, as well as others being peppered around on regular dining chairs. After asking around, and others insisting that they’re fine where they are, thereby refusing your invitation to join you and Tom on the sofa, your legs start to ache. Not being able to find enough floor space to stretch them out adequately, you simply decide to drape them across Tom’s lap, which he takes to naturally. 

He doesn’t even acknowledge the fact that they’re there at first, which has your mind turning over and over, until he starts gently, absent-mindedly stroking his fingertips up and down your leg. The tingles that shot through you at his touch earlier return again. He notices your longing stare in his direction and, without moving his head, glances over at you, winks, then looks back at the person he's talking to. The sensation that causes goes straight to your core.

“Whose round is it then?” one of your friends asks, standing just next to the sofa you’re sat on. 

Leaning back, you wave her over so that she bends down to you, pulling her head down as close as it’ll get to your face before whispering in her ear, “Could you actually just get me a Coke? Nothing in it?” She nods and you grin at her as she stands tall again. “Oh!” You fish your staff ID out of your bag and hand it over to her. “Don’t forget to use that, don’t go paying full price here if you can help it!”

“Not exactly a great advertisement for this place, are you?” One of Tom’s friends asks amusedly before declaring he’ll buy the drinks in, and you watch as him and your friend go to the bar with the intent to order them - though even once they’re out of your earshot, you still notice that they seem to be distracting themselves.

Tom finally finishes his other conversation and nudges you to ask in an intrigued voice, “What were you two whispering about earlier, then?” 

“And why’s that any of your business?” You ask back with a sly smile.

He shrugs, “Dunno, might have been about me.”

"If I was gonna talk about you, I'd say it to you," you grin, leaning to rest your head on the back cushion of the sofa.

"Yeah?" he asks with raised eyebrows. “In front of everyone?”

You shrug, “Depends. You got anything you want to tell me in front of everyone?”

He beckons you close with two fingers - a gesture you try desperately not to fixate on - and leans in close to your ear, cups his hand around it and whispers, "I proper fancy you."

"Yeah, and water's wet," you lean around to raise your eyebrows back at him, giggling as he frowns at you. “Glad to hear it from this version of you, though.”

He can't keep his frowning up for long, though, his own eyebrows soon waggling with anticipation. "Alright, so, c’mon, then. You got anything to say to me?”

You lean in with the intention to whisper back in his ear, but you get distracted by your friend handing you your drink, along with a very knowing look. “You two need a room?” They ask with a smirk.

“Like you two weren’t locking lips over at the bar?” You tease back, flashing your eyes over to Tom’s friend briefly. Laughing it off with you, your friend joins her new companion for the night as you settle yourself in next to Tom.

“Big glass for a mixed drink,” he repeats what you’d said to him earlier with a smug look on his face.

Knowing what he’s doing, you grin back, “Almost as if it isn’t.” Leaning across to grab his own glass again from the table, he clinks it against yours for the second time this evening and takes a big swig, his eyes never leaving yours.

When the pub finally closes, you, Tom, and those of your friends that haven’t already dispersed for the night, decide to make for the first fast-food place you see. One of Tom’s friends even takes advantage of Tom insisting on buying you a burger by holding his lighter on top of it while everyone sings Happy Birthday to you. You spend the last few minutes of your birthday surrounded by friends, old and new, singing and laughing and falling against Tom’s arm while he feeds you fries. Sure, you could have gotten even more drunk, found some other club that was open and danced the night away - but something about this just feels nicer.

Everyone’s figuring out their taxi situations when Tom turns to you. “What about you, which cab are you taking?”

“Neither,” you shake your head, scrunching your face up. He looks at you quizzically, and you hold your hand out in front of you to gesture down the road, moving it around a couple of times to gesture your route home. “Walking distance.”

Just as Tom's about to reply, he's interrupted by his friends yelling at him to get in their cab. He looks over at them and turns his nose up. "Nah, think I'm gonna stick with this one, not sure how much I trust these streets. I'll get my own later, it's fine." You don't hear exactly what his mates say, but the general tone of their collective jeering and grabbing Tom's arm as he bats them away and tells them, “Alright, gerroff!” tells you everything.

They chorus one more happy birthday! to you before Tom shuts the car door on them. You shout back that you'll treat them to a round next time they come into the pub and you can hear their cheers even when the door is shut, which makes you laugh. The pair of you wave both taxis off as they drive away, and you and Tom naturally link arms as you start walking back to your place.

"How you feeling?" he asks.

"Pretty damn good. You keep some decent company," you smile at him.

"What, that gaggle of idiots? Yeah, they're not so bad," he laughs softly. "Good birthday, d'you reckon?" 

"Best so far," your smile widens as you hug his arm, leaning your head against it. He rests his head on top of yours, reaching over with his free hand to rub where your two meet around his bicep.

The pair of you make little pockets of small talk in the short walk to your house until you stop in front of it. Tom whistles as he looks it up and down. "What's your pay like at that pub? I'll have to start working there."

You laugh, "Calm down, I just rent out the top floor." You sigh happily. "Come see it, if you like."

"Ooh, inviting me in, eh? So late at night? Whatever will the neighbours say?" Tom teases, making you laugh.

"Oh, shut it," you smirk, shaking your head.

"Well, you are sending me mixed signals, here," Tom widens his face and crosses his arms. "See, I've wore my heart on my sleeve. I've told you what I think of you, many a time, in fact. And yet here you go, stringing a poor boy on, leaving him without a clue how you feel," he rocks himself from side to side, his movements and tone getting more and more extravagant as he keeps talking.

You swat at him playfully, "Shut up, or else you really will wake up the neighbours!" You step closer to him and beckon him closer. As he leans in, you move round to cup your hands over his ear and whisper, "I proper fancy you, too."

“Oh, yeah?” He murmurs seductively, reaching over to stroke his hands up and down your arms. “An’ how can I be so sure of that, drunky?”

“Piss off, I’m sober now,” you make the weakest attempt at shoving his chest, your palms flat against it, but it does nothing to his gait, only making him laugh under his breath. Instead, your hands grab the shirt beneath them as you grin, “C’mere,” and pull him in for a kiss. It’s filled with all the passionate relief of finally getting to do something you’ve both wanted for so long, and it only ramps up the longer you kiss for. 

You hum in questioning, breaking away for a second to jerk your head towards your door, and he chuckles between even more kisses as he cradles your face, constantly pulling you back in for more. “Trying to get me inside, are you?”

With a sly smile, you pull back. “Well, if you don’t want to -” You swivel to face the door itself, digging your keys out of your bag, but Tom’s back on you in a flash. His body presses into your form as his hands slide back around your body, down to squeeze your hips, back up to wrap around your breasts, all while he kisses your neck.

You melt into his touch, leaning back to press yourself against him. You allow your hips to sway back and forth, grinding your ass against what is almost certainly a bulge straining against the denim. He hums against your neck, “Don’t even wanna wait ’til we get in? Dirty girl,” he accompanies his last remark by leaning back just enough to reach down and lightly spank your ass cheek, making you gasp audibly. Stepping forward to close the gap again, he nuzzles your ear as he purrs, “Oh, she likes that, doesn’t she?”

You whine in agreement and he continues nuzzling his nose down past your jaw, ghosting his lips against the sensitive flesh of your neck once again. You hum out a soft moan as you finally wrestle your key into the lock. The pair of you practically fall over each other to get through the door, but you're quick to pin him against it as soon as it shuts, kissing him desperately.

He moans into your mouth, "Oh, fuck, someone's eager, aren't you? Wanna just take me right here and now, huh?" You laugh against his lips as you keep kissing him. He hums back, "Let's see how much you want me, yeah?" as his hand ghosts beneath the skirt of your dress, sliding up your inner thigh to press against your core through your panties. 

You whimper into the kiss and he drawls, "Fuck me, you're so wet, already. Thinking about this on the walk here, were you?" He slides a finger up and down the fabric of your underwear as he mutters into the inch of space between your lips. "Or while we were at the pub?" He asks as he presses against your covered clit. You grab at his shirt, where you'd already made a mess of it, and he whispers smugly, "Or have you secretly spent your whole birthday hoping it'd end with this?' 

You cry out again, finally finding your voice, "God, please, Tom… Want more.” You look at him with pleading eyes and he chuckles back.

"Mmm, now there's a face that I've been dreaming about. But you were the one to pin me to the door here, so I think I should get to enjoy kissing you a little bit longer, at least," he mutters as he leans back in to resume his embrace.

"Tease," you accuse against him, and he laughs again.

"'M not teasing at all, sweetness, just been waiting so long for this, I wanna take my time an– Yeah, I'm totally teasing you," he grins as he cranes his head to kiss your neck again. You whine in protest, and he deftly moves your panties aside to slide one long middle finger inside of you. “Go on, then, just one, for now. Seeing as it is your birthday, an’ all,” he grins wickedly, but he soon melts against you as you squirm and moan around him. As his posture relaxes, you move your hands onto his shoulders and start pushing, which he points out with an amused, “You try’na tell me something there?”

“I mean, seeing as it is my birthday…” You counter, lilting with an obviously fake nonchalance.

Tom grins as he sinks himself lower. “Yeah, I’ll get on my knees for you, love.” Once he’s knelt at your feet, he feels his way up your thighs, past your dress until his fingers hook into the sides of your panties. He looks up at you pleadingly with a soft noise of questioning, soon beaming once you nod in affirmation as he pulls them down to your ankles. He sighs dreamily as he looks up at you. “Fuck, babe, look at you,” he breathes out. “Could just stare at you for hours.” You pout at him, and he responds with a cheeky, “Yeah, maybe I will. Maybe I’ll just -” He sits back on his heels with a small, smug smile, “sit right back here and watch as - oh, someone’s twitchy, aren’t they?” He asks with soft intrigue, cocking his head to the side as he leans in closer between your legs.

“Tom, please…” You plead. “Enough teasing, now.”

“Yeah? Alright, then,” he sits up to bury his face into you, his tongue lapping away at the edges of your folds. “Mmm, y’taste so good, babe. So much better’n I imagined. C’mere,” he wraps his arms around your thighs as he carries on eating you out. He starts off so carefully, sweet little kitten licks to your clit and long, slow, drawn out ministrations through your core, but he takes the hint when you whine out in frustration, grab his hair and push his head further in.

He starts fucking you with his tongue, making you cry out in ecstasy, especially when he reaches up to rub at your clit in quick circles. You keel over and perch yourself on the door when he switches up to suck on your clit while sinking two fingers into you and curving them. He keeps mumbling into your skin, words you wish you could hear were it not for the blood pumping in your ears, but it seems as though Tom only intends for his compliments to be heard only between him and your cunt.

He finally pulls away, breathing heavily, and pushes himself up to stand, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to pull you in for another kiss. He moans as he presses his body against yours, as though the thought of making you taste yourself is turning him on all the more. “Wanna fuck you,” he pants as he presses his forehead to yours. “Please, I wan- need to be inside you, like, now.”

“Not so cocky, now, are you, babe?” you smirk, and he laughs.

“No, miss, just one taste and I’m already wrapped ’round your finger,” he jokes.

You jerk your head behind you, “Think you can wait ’til we get up them stairs?”

Tom steps aside and gestures towards them with an, “After you.”

You laugh as you first kick away the underwear still sitting on your ankles before taking your shoes off, prompting Tom to do the same. He stays behind you as you run up the flight of stairs leading into your living area, though not without another soft smack to your ass as he follows it.

Once you’re back on flat ground, you hold your hand out for him to take, walking backwards as you pull him towards your bedroom, even while the pair of you lock lips once again. You scramble to get his shirt off before you’ve even reached your bedroom door, though every attempt to lean back and admire him is scuppered by him leaning in to keep kissing you, until you practically fall through the doorway.

You guide him over to your bed and push him down onto it. His hands explore your body as you stand between his legs, before sliding up your thighs and pushing your dress up over your ass. His hands grip your cheeks roughly as he pulls you closer, craning his neck around to look at it as he plays with it, gently slapping each one alternately as it jiggles and loving the sights and sounds of it. "Fuck, angel, want you so bad," he groans before looking up at you pleadingly. "D'you want me, too?"

Caressing his face gently, you beam, "Get the rest of those clothes off and shuffle back on the bed, and I'll show you." Tom scrambles backwards, wriggling himself free of his jeans and boxers as he does, until he's laying back on your pillows, clothes discarded on your bedroom floor. You slowly strip yourself of your own clothes, too, opting to shimmy your dress down past your hips, really putting on a show for him as you push it over your bare ass, before unclipping your bra, holding it high and dropping it down onto the floor.

You stop for a moment to just enjoy the sight of him, your favourite customer, laying on your bed, biting his lip as he jerks off to the sight of you right in front of you. You whimper as you fall to rest one knee on your mattress, rubbing at your own clit as you watch him, the tip of his cock peeking out through his foreskin with every tug, tantalising you. He looks just a little bigger and just a little wider than you're used to, and you feel your pussy drench beneath you at the thought of him filling you up. "You gonna keep that gorgeous body of yours that far away from me for long, sweetness?" Tom pouts, and you hurriedly climb him like a tree. You go to kiss him once you've straddled him, but he jokingly turns his head aside. “No, no, if you’d rather stay away from me, don’t let me stop you,” he jokes, and you consider playing him at his own game, but you realise the quickest way to get what you want.

Pouting, you lean yourself down onto him, especially making sure you squeeze your breasts against his chest, and croon, “Oh, please, Tom, I need you so bad. ’M sorry I got so distracted by what a pretty cock you’ve got, please let me ride it, I swear, I’ll be so good for you.”

Tom slowly turns his head back to look at you, a proud smirk on his face as he lifts his head to place a hand behind it. “Go on, keep begging, that’s my girl,” he drawls, lightly tracing your back with the fingertips of his free hand.

Feeling your heart soar and cunt throb at the sentiment, you whine, grinding your hips against his, "God, Tom… Want you to fuck me so bad, been dreaming about it f'too long, need to feel it now, please? Just for tonight?"

Tom wrinkles his nose. "Dunno about that…" And for a fleeting second, you're filled with a disappointed doubt that he's changed his mind, until he grabs at you and, with a mischievous grin, throws you off to the side, wrestling your giggling self until you're the one laying beneath him. He perches himself on his elbows to hover above you, and playfully and tenderly strokes all around your face before purring happily between kisses, "'M definitely gonna fuck you tonight… But I'm also gonna fuck you in the morning… And again, a little bit after that… And again, after that… Sound good so far?"

You hum happily, "Sounds perfect. But, please can I have your cock inside of me, now? Have I earned it yet?"

"Aww, gonna milk it, pretty girl?" He coos,  reaching down to guide his tip between your folds. "Gonna take it all in that tight little pussy of yours, yeah? Gonna be good f'me?" You nod, whining desperately as you feel him starting to push into you. "Oh my god," he whimpers as he enters you, kissing you passionately as he fills you. Your hips start to buck down instinctively as he moves, and he tuts, "Fussy girl can't wait?"

You pout your lower lip out, "'M not fussy."

He does the same expression back to you sarcastically. "You're not?" He asks mockingly as he slowly starts pulling out. You grab his shoulders in protest, and that wicked smile of his comes back. "Fuck me, you are dirty, aren't you?" You nod in defeat, and he presses another kiss to your lips. "Good," he beams before sinking himself back into you, filling you up.

Your fingers dig into the supple flesh just above his shoulder blades as your legs wrap around his hips. "Oh, fuck, Tom… So much… Better…"

"Better, eh? So you'd think about me, too? While I spent - mmm - my nights getting off to the - fuck - thought of you, you were - shit - doing the same?" You nod, whining in agreement, and he moans as his thrusts get more frantic. "Fuck, I've wanted you - needed you - for so long, now… Never letting you go, never gonna stop - ah, shit, yes," he groans.

You pout at him, "Not even at least long enough for me to get on all fours?"

He looks at you as though all of his Christmases have come at once. "You want that?"

You nod, biting your lip. "And, since you love it so much, you can pull out and cum on my ass, if you want."

Add all his birthdays at once as well, based on his reaction. "Always knew you were the perfect woman, holy shit," he mutters in awe as he pulls out of you. You turn yourself around to get on your hands and knees, arching your back to present yourself to him, and he grabs at your ass to admire the sight in front of him, and he growls under his breath. A guttural, feral sound that has you clenching around nothing. “Been thinking about this much, then?”

“Oh, only pretty much every time I’m closing up the bar,” you chirp in reply. “Why’d you think I’ve been asking for you to stay sober for a night?”

“Fuck, if this is what one night gets me, I’m going teetotal,” he sighs wistfully, making you giggle.

“What was that line you gave me earlier about keeping that body away from me?” You tease, biting your lip as you anticipate the inevitable spank to your ass cheek with glee.

“Cheeky,” he smirks back as he admires how your skin ripples under his touch, "not so fun when it's the other way around, is it?"

"Does that mean you're gonna beg for me now, then?" You ask hopefully.

Tom pushes your back down enough for him to lean over you entirely to be within whisper distance of your ear. You feel his cock pressing into the crack of your ass as he whimpers, "Oh, please, miss, let me fuck you into oblivion. 'M such a good boy f'you, been waiting all this time to show you, been thinking about this all along. Please give me what I want."

"Yeah?" You moan against your pillow. "Tell me as you're filling me up again."

You feel him start to line his cock up with your pussy from behind as he admits, "Think about the day you'd finally tell me to hang back. I'd sit you on the pool table and eat that sweet little pussy of yours 'til it stains it. Bend you over that bar - that you've been spending months teasing me behind - an' just -" He lets out a long, shaky breath as he pushes his tip inside of you, revelling in the feeling of your cunt immediately pulling him in for more.

"Please, Tom…" you whine. "'S all I think about when I'm closing, too. Can't look anywhere without thinking of how you'd fuck me," you admit half-sheepishly as you rock back onto him.

Tom's hips buck to meet yours as he groans. "God, I've been a fucking idiot, then, haven't I?" He half-laughs.

"'S fine, just - fuck me now, please? Just how you’ve always wanted to?" You beg, crying out in delight as he grabs your hips and starts thrusting frantically into you. 

You've always thought it was cliche as all hell when people say that with the right person, it feels as though they're made for you - but Tom barely needs any direction from you to bring you to your apex. He feels right inside of you, he's hitting just the right spots at just the right pace, without you even needing to ask him. And the sounds he makes as he's fucking you, just the knowledge that you're clearly making him feel the same way, turns you on even more.

His moans become more strained, and his grip tightens. "Fuck, babe, need - need to feel you cum so I can - fuck, are you close?"

You whine out an, "Almost. I can get there quicker, though," you start shuffling to reach down between your legs, but Tom bats your hand away.

"Please, allow me," he smirks as he strokes your clit up and down.

"Such a gentleman," you tease, and he chuckles.

"Not much gentle about me, love," he purrs before rubbing your clit in deliberate, tight, fast circles, slapping your ass once more for good measure and practically losing himself inside of you when he feels how you clench around him at that.

When you climax, it's more intense than you've felt for a long time, if at all. You paint his cock in your juices, and he only just about manages to pull it out of you in time to spread warm spurts of thick cum against your ass. 

You flop down onto the bed, still stomach first, in exhaustion, smiling wistfully at the feeling of Tom lightly dragging the tip of his cock through the strings of cum he's left on your ass cheeks. "Having fun back there?"

"Just sort of sinking in that it's really happened," he replies in a state of dazed happiness. "How you feeling?"

"Good," you smile back in the same tone, "so very good."

"Yeah?" he smirks proudly.

"Should probably clean up," you mutter into your pillow, "but I don't wanna move right now."

Tom laughs, "C'mon, let's see if we can share a shower without you trying to go for round two, eh?"

You sit up on your knees, pivoting to face him, and gasp in shocked offence, making him laugh even more. “Oh, if I can, eh? And what about you?!”

He leans in with a grin, holding you by the throat as he kisses you deeply, longingly. “I already know I can’t.”

Once you’re both stood up, the rest of the night catches up with you and you both spend a moment blinking at each other heavily and laughing in exhaustion. You do share a shower, but it’s tender, soft, intimate. Lots of gentle caressing and slow kisses as you bathe Tom in your signature scent, the two of you becoming as one. 

When you’re all clean, dry, and snuggled in Tom’s arms in your bed, you sigh. He turns his head to rest his face against the top of your head, pressing a soft kiss to it as he asks, “What’s wrong, sweetness?”

“Don’t want to fall asleep, now. Means it’s over,” you mumble into his bare chest.

“What, d’you really think I’m gonna ghost you after this?!” Tom asks with amusement. “You’re stuck with me now, babe.”

“Oh, no(!) How terrible(!)” You joke, and Tom gasps.

“Cheeky!”

“Ah, can’t reach down to spank me now, can you?” You tease.

Tom hums sleepily, “Hmm, I’m keeping track in my head of what I owe you, don’t you worry,” and you giggle. “Y’know, this wasn’t really how I wanted to do things with you.”

“How’d you mean?”

Tom shuffles a little, “Well, y’know. The deal was only ever to get your number, at first. Then, I was gonna wow you with my excellent flirting skil- why’re you laughing?” He pokes the soft part of your side, tickling you and making you laugh even more. “Anyway, wanted to do it all… Y’know, proper. Wine and dine you, so you knew it was for real.”

You frown, tracing the freckles on his chest absent-mindedly. “Yeah, but you did do all that. You bought me a drink at the start… Bought me my burger… And I think I know how you feel about me well enough by this point,” you grin. “Just thought you’d earned a night of teasing me, for once. Don’t get too used to it, though.”

“Oh? Sounds like a challenge,” Tom smirks, and you laugh. He sighs happily, “I really do like you, by the way. Not just drunky Tom, an’ I wasn’t just trying to get you in bed, neither. Not that I’m complaining,” he squeezes you closer to him, smiling into your hair.

“I like you too, Mr Grant,” you tease back, looking up at him to kiss him. One kiss gets followed by another, and another. “Things just feel right with you, y’know?”

“Yeah, I do,” he replies wistfully. “Like… Not to bring up my ex, but being Ruth was just like… Doing it to get it over with, d’you know what I mean? Like we did because it’s a thing people do. But that was just fun, like we were having a laugh but it was so fucking good at the same time. ’M just sorry I only made you come the once, especially on your birthday. How inconsiderate, eh?!” he jokes, and you laugh so loudly that your hand flies up to your mouth, but Tom gently guides it back away, watching you with adoration.

“Trust me, that was plenty! If anything, I’m sorry I didn’t get to play with you more,” you go back to playing with his freckles.

“Right, so, plan is, we get up nice an’ early in the morning, you suck me off and then ride my face until you’ve had at least three orgasms, yeah?” Tom jokes.

Laughing, you offer, “Deal. If you’re still asleep when I wake up, I'll just get started and wait for you to catch up, shall I?"

"God, it's like you're in my brain," Tom shakes his head as you both fill the room with laughter.

“S’pose we should get some sleep then, shouldn’t we?” You suggest, shuffling around until you’re comfortable. He matches your posture easily, spooning you and wrapping you up in his embrace as he settles down next to you.

“G’night, love. Hope you enjoyed your birthday,” he muses in your ear.

“Definitely the best one yet.” You smile sleepily as you feel him lean over to kiss your cheek, and turn your head around to sneak in a few more kisses before finally falling asleep.

tagging a few people who might especially want to read, feel free to tell me if you don't want to be tagged <3: @keerysquinn @pedgito @babybluebex @reysorigins @keeponquinning

#tom grant #tom grant x reader #tom grant x you #tom grant imagine #tom grant fanfiction #tom grant fanfic #tom grant fic #tom make up #tom make up x reader #tom make up x you #tom make up imagine #tom make up fanfiction #tom make up fanfic #tom make up fic #*myfics #fic: tom g

[tsuyoiqueen]

forever mourning the fact that we never got to see loki in their female form. i'm dying to know what kind of actress the producers would choose, a tom hiddleston duplicate? someone entirely different? the possibilities are endless. never forget what they've taken from us, my friends.

#also i don't want to make this about shipping so i'm leaving it in the tags #but imagine mobius' reaction if loki just showed up as a woman someday #i loved seeing them in suits on episode 2 but we could've had loki in female form!!! typical undercover married couple vibes #we were ROBBED #imagine how powerful it would be if we got to see fem!loki beside sylvie and b-15 #ROBBED I SAY #tom hiddleston #loki laufeyson #loki #loki season 2 #loki series #fem!loki #lokius #for the tags #aryspeaks

[inklore]

okay okay and "I'll always want to listen to you" with tom!! (love that you've included him on your list!!) 💕💕

adore you

pairing: tom grant x (f)reader warnings: minors dni, fluff fluff fluff, friends to lovers. etc: this is the first time i’m writing for this sweet boy and he had like ten seconds of screen time so his characterization is hella up to interpretation lmao.

“I’m sorry.” You frown, realize that you’ve spent the last hour rambling; getting lost in your own thoughts, letting all of the frustrations, happiness, excitement, eventful things that had happened to you within the day pour out of you like a stream of exasperation, declarations, gasps, and laughs.

Something that Tom was probably used to from you by now, but something you still felt bad about—getting lost in the stories you needed to get out, that you wanted to tell him. The first person you went to talk to about anything, everything.

It had been like that for the handful of years the two of you had been friends. Tom was always the ear you needed, the friend, the welcome hug, the first thought in your head when anything good or bad happened.

“You’re probably sick of me stealing the thunder of our conversations all the time.” You laugh, press your fingers to your lips nervously, pushing your back into the cushions of his couch a little more.

“No,” he shakes his head, smiling. Reaches out to pull your legs into his lap, pulling you closer to him. “I'll always want to listen to you.”

The small circle he’s rubbing into the side of your ankle makes your stomach flutter, cheeks burn from the smile on them. From the simple act of friendship, of kindness, that feels so much deeper than that in the pit of the organ that’s in your chest—keeping you alive.

You don’t remember when the crush had started, presented itself. Had shown its ugly face ready to ruin everything the two of you had built over the years; the perfect friendship, commitment in each other that went far past the normal understanding of being there for a friend, or being a listening ear, or a shoulder to cry on when it came to shitty breakups.

But ever since the feelings had slipped into your heart you can’t help but catch your breath every time your eyes meet from across a room, when you get put on the same workload and you get to spend a little extra time with him—to mostly goof off and throw things at each other, or sit on the floor and talk. Or after work when he all but drags you to his trailer to have dinner with him, watch his favorite show or film.

Stealing glances at him while his face lights up, while he laughed, smiled, poked fun at you.

Your stomach filled with those cheeky butterflies that made your entire chest feel warm and fingers tremble nervously—wanting to reach out and brush against his cheek, or hold his hand, the thought alone nerve ending, merciless to your insides.

It had been two years since his shitty breakup and there hasn't been anyone since. You’d hate to admit it but after the initial two month respite of it all, Tom had become more himself again. The Tom you knew before he was drained from an awful relationship, a Tom you never let yourself feel anything for because he was in a relationship, because these types of feelings were tricky, scary.

And now you couldn't run from them even if you tried.

If only you could tell him.

“What?” He asks, eyebrows pulled together as he gives you a questionably teasing look.

“What?”

“You’re staring,” he smirks.

“At you?”

“Mhm.” He presses his lips together, turns his attention back to the ankle he’s currently making feel too warm.

“You wish.”

“Oh, is that right?” He gives no warning when he grips your ankle hard, pulling both your feet into the crook of his arm to start tickling the bottoms of them.

“Tom! Stop!” Your shriek, cries, can be heard from miles away you’re sure as you try to kick out of his hold. A mute point that only pulls you closer to him, your butt almost in his lap.

“Admit it then!”

“Admit what?!”

“That you love staring at me,” he laughs.

You want to spit something smart at him but your body's fight or flight is making you want to throw slaps at him to get him off of you. “Fine!” Your breath is heavy in your lungs, exasperated. “I love staring at you!”

After he’s pulled away, let your feet drop back into his lap, he’s grinning at you. “I know. I like staring at you too.”

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[emsgoodthinkin]

GODDDDDDDD, CMON all I see is Eddie, Tom and Joe all in one. finna buss

get them hands on MEEEEEEEE PLEASE

Reblogs appreciated:>

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #tom grant #tom grant make up #make up movie #jqedit #joseph quinn imagine #eddie munson smut #tom grant smut #stranger things

[compacflt]

the thought of icemav celebrating christmas together makes me a bit crazy. what do they give each other???

usually nothing . That’s kind of a big deal. in the 80s/90s they’d (reluctantly) celebrate Christmas with carole and bradley (who took that shit kinda seriously) so they wouldn’t really do anything by themselves. Maybe go out for a nice clandestine dinner just cause. After Carole dies and Bradley’s papers get pulled from the academy, ice’s low key newfound interest in celebrating christmas is one of his many many ways to try and normalize relations between him & maverick and try to improve their relationship in the conspicuous absence of the rest of their family. but yes he does make an effort—as does mav—to take advantage of holiday time to be with him as often as possible so, though their schedules don’t always line up, after 2006 they spend about 3/4 xmases together

Ice has very few hobbies besides a.) lovingly working on his cars & plane and b.) reading, so he is exceptionally easy to shop for (as most hobbyless men are): nice tie pins, cufflinks, those unnecessarily expensive hardcover books about weird random topics you find in airport bookstores, fountain pens, nautical /aeronautical themed paperweights, nice leather watchbands etc. highbrow rich guy stuff

Maverick has sooooo many stupid little hobbies that each last between 4-6 months so he is ridiculously hard to shop for— “i thought you were into woodworking so i got you some tools :)!” “uh no that was in April. im trying to learn how to make wallets now” :( so mostly if ice ever gets him anything it’s usually just an expensive dinner date in the city or cash in a blank card or a blank signed check for airplane parts for the next year. Buy whatever you want idc <3

any and all gifts are given with extremely little fanfare PLEASE don’t make it a big deal… hidden around the house with a little “merry xmas!” note attached, or shoved into each others suitcases pre-leaving-for-navy-reasons, or unceremoniously dropped into one’s lap while he’s watching tv, “here you go,” “oh, this is nice, thanks!” Et cetera. love language of gifts/acts of service, but, like, very quietly.

#baby’s just making shit up now #in the mid-2010s they realize the potential of the hangar to have a >10ft xmas tree so that becomes a tradition late on in their rlnship #holy shit the ceiling is so high we could get like a 14fter in here #uhhh no my back will give out if we try to carry it in #etc etc #every place ice goes internationally he starts buying Xmas ornaments #daydreaming of Christmas with maverick #can’t wait can’t wait can’t wait :)))) #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #top gun #asks #ice & mav both have undiagnosed adhd this is a hc ive had for a full fucking year now #ice can read a 400 pg book in one sitting & mav has to take breaks every five minutes when he does taxes #or something #you guys ask me for headcanons and it’s usually just ‘imagine what two really repressed guys would do’ lol #but thanks for the ask! #even after they get married it’s still the opposite of a big deal #it’s just a little smth nice :) tokens of friendship/affection either way

[roennq]

Aramis: What's wrong?

D'Artagnan: I just got a look from Athos. Sometimes, I wish I knew...

Aramis: *interrupts* Here...

The Many Faces of Athos: A Beginner's Guide

D'Artagnan: ...

D'Artagnan: *eyes light up*

Aramis: *smugly* You're welcome!

Part 2/3 | 3/3

#bbc musketeers #the musketeers #athos #aramis #d’artagnan #the many faces of athos #a beginner's guide #imagining d’artagnan holding it up each time athos makes a face #actually i think we can all use that guide #image prompt #humour #incorrect quotes #lol #tom burke #santiago cabrera #luke pasqualino

[pleasinghellfire]

Locked Out

summary: getting locked out of your home in the pouring rain, tom let’s you stay the night at his place

word count: 750

All Rights Reserved.

a/n: i got this idea listening to an eddie shifting audio, click here to listen. the audio is also on spotify, click here for that link. i absolutely love these ambience audios. even tho this audio is eddie, i imagined being with tom listening to the rain. i hope you enjoy!

By the time you were finished cleaning out the last trailer for the newest tenants, it was well into the night and you were tired. You pushed your hair away from your face and looked out the window. You can barely see the outside lights as the heaving pelting rain blurred the world around you.

You sighed, knowing you were going to get absolutely soaked the second you opened the door. You decided to just leave your basket of cleaning supplies in the trailer and pick it up early in the morning before the new family moved in. You pulled the hood of your coat above your head and zipped it all the way up to shield you from the rain and chilly wind.

You braced yourself, giving yourself a pep talk before opening the door and running out into the heavy rain. You were immediately drenched and the cold air traveling from the ocean wasn’t making it any better. You quickly turned left and ran through the park towards your own trailer, trying to keep your head down.

After making your way up the steps of your home, you patted your pockets trying to find your keys. You let out a loud groan when you remembered you left your keys on the desk back in the main office on the other side of the park.

You were too wet, cold, and tired to try and run to the office for your keys knowing that Shirley had already locked up for the night.

You turned your head and saw blue lights illuminating from Tom’s trailer. You quickly ran to his window and saw him leaned against the back of his couch, watching whatever was on TV and chewing on a piece of chocolate candy. Knocking on the window, Tom jumped and saw your head poking from the bottom of the window, not quite tall enough to see through without standing on your tippy toes. You pointed your finger to his door and he rushed to open and let you in.

You barged through the door the second you heard him click the lock. “For fucks sake, I am so cold.”

“Bloody hell! What are you doin’ out in the rain like that?” Tom talked at the same time as you.

“They made me cl-clean out the trailer f-for the new folks tomorrow but I-I forgot my keys back i-in the main hall.” You shivered.

“Do you want me to get it open for you?” Tom started to make his way towards his raincoat but you stopped him.

“No! You can’t. It’s pouring badly out there.” Tom nodded his head okay. “Do you mind if I just spend the night here? I don’t think the rain is gonna stop.”

Tom nervously cleared his throat. “Yeah, umm, yeah. Let me just get you a change of clothes.”

Tom walked to his bedroom and grabbed a pair of bottoms and a thick jumper to keep you warm from the top shelf. He gave them to you, telling you there was a towel in the bathroom you can dry off with.

Quickly peeling off your submerged clothing, you dried off your body and squeezed the remaining water from your hair. You changed into Tom’s clothes immediately becoming warmer.

You walked back to Tom, pulling the sleeves of his jumper over your hands and sat near him on the couch. The changing lights from the TV was the only source of brightness in these early hours of the night. The sound of the rain was getting hard and hard against the roof of the warm trailer.

“Thank you.” You whispered. “For letting me stay here.”

“Are you still chilly?” Tom noticed you were still shivering. Even in the warmth of new clothes and the heater starting to run through the small home, you still had tremble in your hands.

You nodded your head. Tom motioned for you to come closer to him. You curled your body in the side of him as he draped the large blanket across the both of you, caging all the warm under the blanket.

You rested your head against his chest as one of his hands rubbed your leg that laid across his and his other hand softly played with your hair. Listening to the faint sound of a song playing through the TV and the rain from outside pulled you into a trance as you fell asleep against Tom.

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[rocknrollbabe14]

Another Sad Love Song (Tom Grant x Reader)

Rating: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Warning: Cursing, depressing behaviors such as not eating, not cleaning, and not sleeping, Tom is very wounded in this fic as well as his manhood,  drunk unprotected sex (however the reader is on birth control and consent is mutual), angst, harsh words?, regret? Let me know if I missed anything!

I didn’t proof read this so if there’s any mistakes, please forgive me. Maybe he will get a 2nd part??

Your cab ride to Cornwall was long, grueling. You stared down at your hands. It had been awhile since you had seen him. Not that you didn’t want to see him or couldn’t see him. He often wrote you or called you every now and then to check in. Last you had heard Ruth was coming to see him. Ruth was his long time girlfriend of three years. You knew it would be good for him. It was hard for him to be apart from her, often detailing in letters how much he missed her. 

You decided early on into their relationship, you’d give him space. You told him you’d always be there for him. No matter what happened. However, you also knew what a girl best friend could do to a budding relationship. He understood, but reminded you that you all had been friends way before Ruth had came into the picture. You didn’t back down on your stance. 

You remembered the phone call you’d received just last week. 

“Y/N…”, a familiar voiced sobbed on the other end of the line.  

It was borderline sad but you also heard the anger laced in your name. You almost dropped the phone, tightening your grip on it quickly.

“Tom?”, you asked, surprise evident in your voice. 

“Fuck.”, he cussed, desperation coming out in his voice.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is Ruth okay?”, you asked quickly. 

You had met Ruth several times. You and Tom would go on double dates during high school, bringing Ruth and whoever you decided to take out at the time. There were a few different ones—Adam, George, Harry. None stellar enough to knock you off your feet. Ruth would barely speak to you, acing as if she was jealous of you. It had taken you aback, even surprising Tom.

“She fuckin’ cheated on me.”, you could hear him gritting his teeth.

“What?”, you asked, not sure you had heard him correctly.

“She—fuckin’—cheated—on—me, Y/N.”, he spoke slower, his voice breaking. 

“Oh—Tom. I’m so sorry.”

Ruth may not have had your total seal of approval but you didn’t want her to wreck Tom and hurt him.  That’s why you didn’t butt in or give your true opinion on certain matters. You didn’t want their breakup or fights to be blamed on you. But this puzzled you—they had hardly ever fought to your knowledge. Tom was silent on the other end of the line, something you weren’t used to. He usually joked with you and asked how things were back home.

“Tom?”

“I can’t fuckin’ believe this.”, he muttered. 

Your heart sank. Tom was always light-hearted, fun, and easy-going. He would do anything for anyone.  It was so odd to hear him so upset. You were unsure what had happened just in a few short weeks since Ruth’s arrival. What had went so wrong? Which guy had she cheated with? Tom mentioned his friend Kai often, but surely Ruth wouldn’t have cheated on him with someone he worked with. Or would she? 

“When can you be here?”, Tom asked sadly.

“Um….let me check my schedule.”, you sighed, looking to your refrigerator. 

The other end of the line was silent as you went through the days. 

"Friday?”

“You’ll come? Please. I just need you.”, Tom asked, sniffling.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. 

“Yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Has Ruth left?”, you asked, leaning against your countertop. 

“Yes.”, his voice cracked again. 

It killed you to see Tom like this. He was your best friend. Through everything you all had still remained friends. 

“It’s not because of me, is it? The letters and phone calls?”

“No.”, Tom answered easily. 

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Y/N. I’m sure.”

He was a little more firm with his answer and you decided to drop it. You all finalized plans for you to come out. You would come Friday. You were off from work and it would be the best day to see him. You were going to worry about him up until that point but it was out of your hands.

You paid your cab fare. It was morning. It was foggy and dreary outside. You could already hear the waves crashing against the shore. Tom had told you exactly which trailer he lived in. It was windy which caused your to pull your jacket tighter. You passed trailer upon trailer before coming to Tom’s. In your mind, you wondered who all stayed or lived here.  

You walked up the small steps, eyeing the door. You knocked gently. No answer. Your brow furrowed in confusion. Tom said he was off from work today. He worked on the property maintaining the trailer park. Did something go wrong and they asked him to work? You knocked again a little louder this time. There wasn’t an answer immediately. You were about to try the knob when the door opened unexpectedly, causing you to jump back, a small squeal escaping you.

“Tom.”, you breathed.

He was shirtless with just pajama pants on. His necklace around his neck. You took him in. It had been a long time since you’d last laid eyes on him. He looked like he had lost a little weight. You gulped down any more of a response.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”, he rubbed his eyes before he rubbed his face. 

Tom looked tired, exhausted to put it nicely. He looked like he had barely slept in days. You were sure your face was full of concern. 

“It’s okay. How have you been, Tom?”, you replaced your look of concern with the same smile he was used to seeing. 

“Makin’ it.”, he responded, giving you the saddest smile you’d ever seen.

You nodded easily, rain beginning to fall.

“Come in, (Y/ Nick Name).”, he moved aside.

You cleared his doorway. You could see straight down the hallway to his bedroom. His bed was unmade, like he had just climbed out of it. You weren’t blaming him if he had. It was just surprising to you. You looked around, taking it all in. 

“Sorry, I just woke up.”, he apologized, sitting down on his couch. 

“It’s fine.”, you slid your coat off easily, laying it down on the chair before taking a seat beside him.

Your eyes immediately panned to Ruth’s pile of things—she clearly had left. Your heart instantly sank into your stomach. Tom must have noticed what had caught your attention.

“She’s not-not here. I just haven’t been able to return her things.”, he sighed, his brown eyes on you.

“Where is she?”, you asked quietly, treading lightly on the subject. 

“Somewhere here.”, he muttered. 

It took you a minute to comprehend his words. You wanted to sound caring but not overbearing. You didn’t want to try and pry the information from him. He would give it to you when he was ready. That was your theory. 

You nodded uncomfortably. 

“In the caravan park.”, he specified. 

You nodded again. It must have been one of his coworkers. 

“I see.”

“She cheated on me—with a woman.”, he looked down at his hands before his brows furrowed as if he could cry at any moment. 

“A woman?”, you repeated.

  “Jade.”, he choked out.

Your eyes widened, nodding. 

“Just—I wish she’d told me she didn’t want me instead of fucking a girl I work with.”

You nodded, surprised by the use of his candid language. Tom was visibly still upset that she had cheated on him. That was normal. His manhood had been wounded. He felt as though he was inadequate in all this. But this wasn’t Tom’s fault. It wasn’t his fault that Ruth wanted something different and had felt a connection with Jade. The sooner Tom accepted this fact, the better off he would be. 

“Tom, it’s not your fault.”, you said simply. 

He scoffed at you, eyes narrowing. “How is it not? Should I have moved here? What could I have done different?”

He was exasperated, clearly confused himself. He was trying to make sense of all this. Tom was reading too much into this. You couldn’t really relate to him. You had always been the one to end relationships. Never by cheating but because you weren’t satisfied with them. Currently, you were single. You had been out on a few dates but they hadn’t went anywhere. You didn’t want them to. 

You sighed easily before reaching for his hand.

This was not out of sorts for you both. Physical touch was your all’s love language. It always had been. You both were very close to one another. Looking back, you could see why Ruth was jealous of you. Before she and Tom had grown more serious, you all hung out constantly. When you were together, you all could talk about anything even with Ruth in the room. It appeared he almost completely ignored her while you were around. You’d shove him playfully when he said something stupidly funny. He’d laugh at the contact. 

He eyed you, his eyes softening from your contact. 

“Tom, it’s not your fault. I know you think it is right now. But you moved out here. You told her she could come too. She didn’t want to at the time. There’s nothing you could have done different—except maybe getting rid of me.”

No, this wasn’t Tom’s fault. If anyone was at fault, you were the domino that set all this into motion. You looked down at the floor, your all’s contact not breaking.

Tom sighed before getting agitated at your assumption. “No, no, no. You’re not fucking putting this on yourself.”

You smiled sadly. “Why do you think I backed off?”

Before Ruth came into the picture, there were many nights you’d go over to Tom’s house. His parents often stayed out of town, working. You all would drink a little and fall asleep in bed together. Not sexually just from being hungover and exhausted. Some mornings you’d even wake up with his arms around your waist. He never made moves on you and neither did you on him. You felt safe with Tom. You could trust him. Your parents loved Tom. It was nothing for you to bring him over to your house. At least he’d get a hot dinner. 

Tom eyed you, tears forming in his beautiful brown eyes. “What?”

You eyed him back. “I didn’t want to cause problems between you and Ruth. It’s quite obvious she was jealous of me. And, well, I didn’t want to ruin your relationship.”

Tom looked down, nodding, eyeing the floor of his trailer. “And who’s here now?”

You perked up easily. You didn’t want to get ahead of yourself. Tom was your best friend. But there was more to this that Tom didn’t exactly know. You weren’t happy in any relationship because they weren’t him—they weren’t Tom Grant.  You were going to tell Tom how you felt about him. You were going to tell him that you knew you both were best friends but you couldn’t stop thinking about him. The answers were already prepared for his possible protests. 

You’d tell him you knew this was risky. You were aware it could ruin your friendship. But he was worth that risk. 

You were silent, eyeing him. There was a knock the came to his door—causing you both to jump. You eyed him as you rose up from the couch. You had silently decided to answer the door in the event it was Ruth or Jade. Tom watched nervously from the couch, peering around you. Your hand shook slightly as you put your hand on the door knob, mentally preparing yourself for who was on the other end.

  Without any more hesitation, you opened the door. A short haired man stood in front of you. 

“Is Tom around?”, he asked easily.

“Who are you?”, you shot back. 

“Kai. And I could ask the same to you.”, he eyed you up and down.

“Y/N. I’m a friend of Tom’s.”

You heard Tom get off the couch, coming behind you. He was so close to you, you felt your breathing hitch. You swallowed down the feeling quickly.

“Ah, there you are,”, he began eyeing Tom. “This one’s much prettier. Where have you kept her hiding?”

Kai finished with a smile but Tom was frowning. 

“Don’t talk about her like that—she’s not some object.”

You could see the fire in Tom’s brown eyes. 

“Always so defensive here lately. I’m just saying she’s prettier.”

There appeared to be some unresolved tension in the air among them. If you had a knife, you could have cut the tension. You looked down nervously. 

Tom sighed, quickly resolving his anger. “What do you want, Kai?”

“Look, mate I’m just saying I’m sorry I was right about Ruth.”

Tom looked up at Kai, visibly annoyed at his words. “Did ya come here to brag?”

Kai eyed him. “No. I am sorry, Tom. But you’re better off without her.”

Tom looked back at you. “Do you care to give us a minute?”

You shook your head easily. Tom grabbed his hoodie from the couch as he closed the door behind him. Tom and Kai stood at outside. You went to the kitchen, looking out the kitchen window. Tom and Kai were talking. Things appeared to be under control for now. You hoped they stayed that way. Maybe you could be nice and make breakfast for Tom. You went over to the fridge. There was barely anything inside. What was he eating? There was probably enough to get through breakfast but you’d definitely have to go to the store for him before you left.

Tom came back in, the sound of the door closing causing you to look up. 

“Tom, what have you been eating?”, you asked him easily.

He shrugged. “Haven’t really been eating.”

You eyed him. “Clearly.”

He smiled softly. You grabbed the egg carton in his fridge, checking the date on it. He had a little bit of a small loaf of bread left and you found some bacon that Tom said had only been used a couple days ago. You sat everything out and turned his oven on. He took the hoodie back off, sitting down at the table and sighing. 

“Can I ask?”, you looked at him.

“Kai told me about Ruth. Said she was into Jade. I thought he was just fucking around with me.”

You were digging through his cabinets, trying to find a skillet. “And?”

“Well, one day she came back from the beach, soaking wet. Me and Kai and a few others were working. Jade was with her and she was wearing her jacket. He made a comment and well, we kinda got into a little scuffle.”

You weren’t looking at him. You sat the skillet on the stove before cracking a couple eggs, hearing them sizzle in the pan. 

“I see.”

“I guess I really shouldn’t be mad at him. He was trying to spare me some grief.”

“Trying to be a friend, maybe?”, you asked easily. 

Tom nodded. “I just never saw this coming.”

“Neither did I, honestly.”

Tom was quiet for the next few minutes as you fried the eggs and bacon. You dropped the toast in his toaster as you sat his plate in front of him. You gave him some orange juice, one of the only drinks in his fridge. He looked up at you easily. He looked like a sad, little puppy dog. Your heart ached to see him like this. This wasn’t Tom. Or at least the one you were used to being around. 

You grabbed your plate and cup of orange juice, sitting down across from him. You both ate in silence for the first few minutes. 

“We’ve been talking about me so much.”, he sighed. “What about you? How’s work? Your love life?”

You smirked easily. “Work’s great. I just got a promotion at the office. Love life is non-existent.”

Tom’s eyes widened easily. “Really? Josh is no more?”

Josh had been your latest flavor of the month as you liked to call them. Josh was nice and everything even good-looking, but he wasn’t Tom. 

“No, he was nice and all but we just didn’t have enough chemistry.”, you took a drink of your orange juice. 

“You say that about every guy you’ve dated since high school.”

You nodded. “I guess I’m just hard to please.”

You were hard to please—you wanted Thomas Grant. 

Tom chuckled easily. This was the first time you had seen him laugh since you arrived. It made you smile. If he only knew how you felt about him. Right now wasn’t a good time to tell him—he had loved Ruth. You were sure he still loved her. 

“You’ve always been picky and hard to please.”, he teased lightly. 

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Whatever.”

You both finished breakfast. You were relieved Tom had actually eaten. You cleaned the table up, placing the dishes in his sink among the others. Tom went to his bedroom for a few minutes. You were determined to do his dishes and go to the store before you returned home. You eyed Ruth’s stuff in the corner. Was Tom planning on her coming and getting them or taking them to her? You weren’t sure but preferred if she didn’t see you in Tom’s trailer.

You could imagine what she would say. “I always knew you wanted her, Tom.” “Already moving on, huh?” You shook your head, trying to remove the negative thoughts away from your mind. Tom came through dressed in his work pants and black shirt. You eyed him easily.

“Thought you weren’t working today?”, you asked him.

You immediately cursed yourself for your choice of words. You probably sounded nagging like Ruth.

“Just a small job Kai needs help with. I promise I won’t be long.”

You nodded. “Promise?”

“Promise.”, Tom smiled as he outstretched his arms, asking for a hug. 

You leaned in, wrapping both arms around him. He followed suit, wrapping his arms around you. If you could have, you would have melted into him there and then. You had missed feeling his arms around you. Even if it was just for a hug or when you all had fell asleep together. All felt right in the world in this moment. You all pulled away easily, eye contact hanging on as he smiled and walked out the door of his trailer. 

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While Tom was working, you decided to turn on the television at least to have some noise. The quiet was driving you crazy. You had went to his bedroom, noticing he had let his laundry pile up. You grabbed the hamper easily, bringing it to the living room. Tom wasn’t like this normally. You chalked it up to depression. You’d go do his laundry shortly. You stripped his bed, unsure of how long he had let it go. You brought another hamper into the living room. 

You went into his bathroom, tidying up the counter. You hunted for his cleaning supplies, beginning to clean his bathroom. You threw your hair up with the ponytail holder you had on your wrist. Once finished with the bathroom, you moved on to his bedroom. You straightened things up, careful not to go through his stuff. You wanted to respect his privacy. 

Next, you moved into the kitchen. You washed all his dishes he had. You wiped his counters and table off. You slid your coat back on, grabbing the hamper with his bedding first. You closed his door and sat out to find the laundromat on site. It wasn’t too hard to find. You started his bedding before heading back to get his work clothes. You made quick work of doing his laundry, multitasking them. 

You put the sheets and comforter back on Tom’s bed. You were in the process of hanging up his clothes when he came through the door. 

“Y/N?”, he asked, not immediately seeing you.

“I’m in here!”, you called out from his bedroom. 

He walked in the doorway to see you hanging his work clothes up. 

“You didn’t have to do that.”, he began easily.

“It’s okay, Tom. I’m only here for a day so I thought I’d make myself useful.”, you smiled back at him.

You already dreading leaving Tom. You had missed him a lot. One day just wasn’t enough time to catch up and spend with him.

His head dropped at your words. “Do you have to leave so soon?”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I didn’t bring any clothes or makeup.”, you smiled sheepishly.

“You can have one of my shirts to sleep in and we can launder your clothes and you don’t need makeup.”, he eyed you.

“And just where am I gonna sleep?”, you smirked at him, trying to ignore the thought of sleeping in his shirt.

“My bed…I can go to the couch if you feel more comfortable.”, he offered. 

“Are you sure, Tom?”

He nodded. “I have missed you, Y/N.”

You smirked. “Well, we definitely have to go to the store.”

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Later that evening, you and Tom took a cab out to the nearest town to grab some groceries from the store. Tom seemed to slightly be returning back to himself. You knew it was going to take more time, but even seeing him slightly joke and smile made you feel better. You all bought enough for the weekend and you offered to make Tom some easy meals he could just warm up.

Tom asked if you wanted some alcohol. He chose some beer while you chose some fruity seltzers, not able to handle the beer. You all arrived back at his trailer. He had Saturday off as well. He had informed you if that when you all were on your way back in the cab.  You both put the groceries away. For a moment, it felt like you two were more than just friends. You both were smiling, making small jokes. A lot like old times.

You all wasted no time in cracking open the alcohol. You all turned on the radio, continuing to drink and talk. Tom stood up after getting three beers in his system, beginning to dance. You began giggling, taking another sip and finishing off your second drink. Tom was smiling from ear to ear, clearly feeling himself. Hell, so were you. You got up from the couch, joining him. 

You both were laughing, Tom twirling you around. It was late. Almost midnight. But you all had lost all concept of time. All you were focused on was each other. 

“I need a shower.”, you said randomly, sure it was the alcohol talking. 

“Go shower.”, he smiled. 

You smirked at him. “What am I gonna wear?”

“This.”, he smiled as he dug through his drawers, tossing a t-shirt to you. 

You caught it easily before slipping off into the bathroom. You eyed yourself in the mirror. You were definitely a little wasted. You laid his t-shirt on the counter top before stripping your clothes off, tossing them on his floor. You turned the hot water on, letting the shower warm up before climbing in. You felt your eyes closing, ready to be warm. You stepped in easily, feeling the warm water rush over your skin. Luckily, Ruth forgot her shampoo and you didn’t mind to use Tom’s body wash. At least you’d smell like him.

Just as you were about to grab her shampoo, you felt a presence. You opened your eyes to see Tom standing there. 

“Tom!”, you squealed easily. 

“Sorry I just wanted to make sure you made it in the shower.”

“It’s fine.”, you eyed him easily. 

You saw his eyes widened, taking in your body. “Fuck.”

“What?”, you asked him easily. 

“Just—I’ve NEVER seen you na-”

“Naked?”, you finished for him.

He nodded.

You smirked easily. 

“Ruth always accused me of fuckin’ around with you.”, he eyed you.

“Can I tell you something stupid?’, you smirked.

If you weren’t drunk you would have never told Tom what you were about to tell him. Looking back, you weren’t sure if it was smart or not. Why were you going to confess this in the middle of a shower, naked in front of Tom? You had no idea. 

“Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you.”, Tom smiled.

You felt your cheeks grow warm. “Well, I kinda have always liked you. I was gonna tell you how I felt about you but you met Ruth.”

Tom looked slightly surprised. “Really?”

“Really.”

Your faces were inches from one another. Tom’s brown eyes softened and you bit your lip. Steam was rolling out of the shower where you had the door cracked. Without warning, he grabbed your face, bringing you in for a kiss. It didn’t take long for you to realize this was real and not some fever dream, even if you were drunk. You reciprocated his kiss, placing your hands on his shoulders. He didn’t seem to mind they were wet. 

You all deepened the kiss, his hands finding your waist. 

“Can I finish my shower?”, you broke the kiss easily.

“Yes, love. I’ll wait for you in the bedroom.”, he smiled.

Love. He had never called you that before. You all kissed once more before he headed to the bedroom. You quickly soaped up your hair and washed your body. You rinsed and grabbed the two towels he had laid out for you. You eyed yourself in the foggy mirror. You looked okay. Your eyeliner and mascara had slightly washed down your cheek. You wiped it away quickly before drying your hair as best you could without your hair dryer. 

You felt satisfied and finished drying off before sliding Tom’s shirt over your head. It hung down just below your mid thigh. Enough to cover everything up for now. You exited the bathroom and walked back into his bedroom. He heard you enter the bedroom, his eyes immediately shooting up. A smirk was across his face. He was under the comforter, his right hand obviously busy. He was leaned back against the pillow, resting on his left arm. His eyes watched your body, taking you in.

Your mind could only imagine his hand stroking his rock hard cock. You came on his side of the bed. He immediately ceased his actions, opening the comforter up, inviting you in. You obliged. 

“Just fuckin’ look at you in my shirt.”, he breathed as you slid in bed beside him.

You giggled easily. Your buzz was still very apparent. 

“Want to take it off?”, you whispered as he pinned you down on the bed, climbing on top of you. You felt his rock hard cock brush your thigh, causing your stomach to turn and twist deep with desire. 

“Yes.”, he responded breathlessly in your ear, beginning to kiss from your ear down your cheek before landing on your lips. 

You let out a sigh as he reached for the hem of his shirt you were wearing. His finger brushed your legs. You were glad you had shaved the night before. He smirked into the kiss as he brushed his fingers against your skin, teasing you. He knew exactly what he was doing. He brushed your outer thigh before finding your inner thigh, trailing up, causing shivers down your spine. He easily stopped right at your throbbing clit. 

Without warning, he slid two finger deep inside of you causing you to elicit a moan. 

“No panties? You really want this, don’t you?”

You nodded absentmindedly. 

“God, you’re already so fuckin’ wet. How long have you been fantasizing about our first time having sex?”

You looked up at him, shrugging. “A while.”

“How bad do you want it right now?”, he asked.

“Very bad.”

He easily grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off of you, leaving you completely exposed. You felt the chills climb all over your body. 

“Just fuckin’ look at you.”, he groaned easily. 

“Are you gonna put it in me?”, you asked hazily with a love drunk smile.

He nodded, clearly feeling his buzz from both the impending sex and alcohol. He steadied himself, beginning to brush himself against your entrance, teasing you. Your breathing hitched, looking into his deep brown eyes. 

“Tell me what you want.”, he whispered easily barely audible. 

“I want you to fuck me, please.”, you eyed him, whispering back.

He leaned down, you both sharing another passionate kiss. Your hands moved to his head, running your hand through his curls. 

He moaned into your kiss as you felt him line himself up against your wet pussy.

“Guide me in.”, he whispered, breaking the kiss. 

You wasted no time in answering his request. You reached down inbetween you both, grabbing his rock hard cock. You felt him pulse in your hands as your guided him to your entrance. You let go before he began easing himself into you, causing you to grip the bedsheets easily. He was much thicker than you had imagined or expected. You gasped as he finished shoving himself inside. At least even when you were drunk off your ass, you didn’t have to worry about popping a birth control pill. This was the very reason you went to the shot. 

“God, you feel so good.”, he groaned as he began working in and out of you, his pace smooth and steady. 

He was so good at this. God, was he so good at this. He looked down at you, desire burning deep in his brown eyes as he watched you take all of him. It was just the boost of confidence he needed during this time. 

“Do I?”, you smirked groggily. 

He nodded. “Yes, I want you to cum all over my cock.”

Your stomach twisted into a thick knot at his words, causing you to close your eyes, exhaling deeply. He could tell he was easing you right on near an orgasm. He smirked as he continued to thrust into you, each one hitting just the right spot. You gulped down a moan as he ran his free hand that he wasn’t using to steady himself through your hair. He took a fistful of it, twisting it easily causing you to mewl under his touch. 

“Tom.”, you moaned easily.

“Hmmm?”, he hummed, satisfied at how you were faltering under his touch. 

“I’m getting close…..”, you trailed off easily. 

You were close—so close. You didn’t want to admit how quickly your orgasm was going to wash over you under his touch. Your subconscious knew how much you had wanted this—how much you had craved this with him. Now, it was happening. It probably would have been a little better sober but you needed Tom and he needed you. 

“Cum for me, love. Cum all over my fuckin’ cock—right now.”, he groaned, his thrust going deeper if that was even possible. 

You hiccuped a moan with each of his thrusts, realizing you were about to loose your uphill battle. Holding it back was becoming damn near impossible. No other man you had slept with had this effect on you. He had you down for him so badly. He just didn’t know it. Your eyes began closing, your breathing hitching. Tom smirked at the sight, recognizing your impending orgasm was sure to follow. His job was almost done, almost accomplished. 

That’s when your back arched against his mattress the last inkling that your orgasm was coming hard and fast.

“Tom.”, you breathed shakily. 

“Yes?”

“I’m gonna—gonna cu—cum like right now.”, you hiccuped easily.

He smirked, this was the moment he had been waiting for. “Cum for me.”

His words instantly sent you over the edge. You gripped his shoulders, needing something to sink your fingertips into. You moaned out, feeling your release wash over your entire body. You felt your muscles tighten around his cock causing him to close his eyes and his breathing to hitch. It was obvious he wouldn’t be far behind you. Your head felt dizzy and began slightly throbbing from the rush of your high—or maybe the alcohol. You weren’t sure. 

Your chest was heaving, trying to catch your breath and recover. Each time he continued to fuck himself into you, it felt so much more intense. Between hazy eyes, you continued to watch him as he fucked himself into you, his thrusts becoming more sloppy. 

“Are you ready for me to cum?”, he grunted through breaths.

You nodded groggily.

That was all it took for him. He fucked himself into one last time, hitting the spot that made you forget your name. His thrusts ceased, his hips stuttering. His chest was heaving as he felt his cock pumping his cum deep inside of you. You both stared at each other groggily before both your lips twisted into a smile. Once was satisfied he was finished cumming, he slid himself out of you causing you to whimper at the loss of contact. God, did you look spent and it was all thanks to him. 

He pulled the comforter on top of you all, you both laying in bed, trying to make some sense out of what just happened. He smiled over at you. 

“God, that was fuckin’ amazing, Y/N.”

“It was.”, you agreed.

You both leaned in for another kiss before he took you in his arms, just like he always did. Only this time—it was different. It didn’t take long for you both to give into your exhaustion and slip into a stupor from the alcohol consumption. Rain began to fall harder outside, but you both were oblivious as you had created your own storm.

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The sun was shining through the window, a surprise this time of year in Cornwall. You began to blink your eyes open, feeling your head pounding. You opened your eyes in a panic. You felt just the soft satin material of the comforter against your bare skin. You had no clothes on. Panic immediately rose in your chest as you dared to look beside of you.

There was Tom, his arm still lazily wrapped around your waist. 

“Shit, shit, shit.”, you began to mutter.

You had slept with your best friend while you were drunk. The damage was done. This is not how you intended to tell Tom about your feelings for him.  A nauseating feeling rose in your stomach and you were unsure if it was your nerves or the hangover you had. 

Tom’s eyes fluttered open. He removed his hand from your waist, bring them to his eyes and rubbing them as if it would help him wake up. 

“Y/N?”, he asked easily.

Your eyes shot over to him. He still wasn’t fully conscious in that moment. But it didn’t take long for him to become fully aware of the situation.

“Shit.”, he responded, sitting straight in the bed. “Did we sleep together?”

You sighed. “I think so.”

“Fuck.”, he groaned, rubbing his head.

Your heart sank, realizing this was probably a mistake. He acted like he wasn’t exactly happy this had occurred between you both. 

“I’m sorry.”, you began, feeling a pain in your chest. Your heart physically hurt while you apologized to him.

“How did we? Why did we?”, he began asking.

“I don’t know.”, you answered, meekly. “I think we were drunk.”

Tom groaned. “This was a mistake.”

“A mistake?”, you choked out, repeating his words.

“It can’t happen again. We’re best friends.”, he looked at you, visibly bothered. 

He did think this was a mistake. Your heart sank and it was taking everything in you not to break down. 

“I mean I’m not over Ruth and now I’ve fucked my best friend…..”

He trailed off, clearly in a daze. He was trying to accept the consequences of his actions. 

You scoffed slightly, him oblivious to it. 

You got up from the bed, wrapping the bedsheet around you. You were silent as you went to the bathroom, grabbing your clothes. Tears were burning your eyes as you choked them back. You couldn’t let him see you cry. You wouldn’t let him see you cry. You slid your clothes on, dropping the sheet on his bathroom floor. You didn’t speak to him as you walked back into his bedroom, the only path to the living room. 

“Y/N, we need to talk.”, he said easily, following you.

He was now dressed in pajama pants.

“Just forget it, Tom.”, you sighed as you grabbed your jacket.

“Where are you going?”, he asked.

“Home. Since I’m such a fuckin’ mistake.”

You slid your jacket on, not looking at him.

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that—I’m just shocked.”

You rolled your eyes. “How else did you mean it? Look, I am so fuckin’ sorry about this. Believe me, if I could take it back, I would.”

Tom eyed you, clearly becoming exasperated. “Please don’t leave me, Y/N.”

Your heart was breaking in two, listening to him plead with you. But you knew you had fucked up and made a huge mistake. Probably just ruined your friendship with Tom. One of the only people who truly understood you. 

You looked back at him, no response escaping your lips. You had never felt more empty in your entire life. 

You gulped down the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, turning away from him and grabbing the door knob. You took a deep breath, somehow mustering the courage up to walk out the door. It was the hardest thing you’d ever done. 

“So now you’re just going to fuckin’ walk away too?!”, he yelled, tears in his voice.

A tear slid down your cheek as you walked away from Tom Grant, the only man you ever loved.

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[joekeeryswife]

Omg hi!! I saw your taking requests for Tom from Make Up!!! Can I request one where the reader gets a call from one of his friends and has to pick him up from the pub and he’s SUPER wasted and the reader has to take care of him all night? Ty Ty!!!

Smashed - T.G

hi love thank you for your request! this is so bad and i’m so sorry. i’ve been so busy at work and it’s been a hectic week but i guess enjoy <3

you had moved to Cornwall two years ago and in that time you met your boyfriend Tom. he came into your life at a terrible time and being with him made you come out of the negative mental state you were in and you were so grateful for him. he worked on the caravan park site, where you both lived, and decided tonight he'd go out to the pub with a few work friends which you didn't mind. you weren't really the going out type and staying home sounded so much better than going out.

you were sat on the sofa, TV playing some random show whilst you were reading 'It Ends with Us', your phone next to you as you concentrated on the book. you loved to read whether is was in your heads or reading out loud in bed to comfort Tom, sending him into a deep sleep. your reading was cut short when your phone had a non stop buzzing sound coming from it. you looked at your phone seeing it said 'incoming call from Daniel'. he was one of Toms closest friends but he never called you, he had no reason to do for him to call you made you worried.

"hey Daniel, everything okay?" you asked, balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder as you put your bookmark in your book. "hey y/n. everything's fine it's just Tom is pissed out of his head and i was just wondering if you could come get him? he's like calling your name so i'm assuming he wants you" Daniel said, making you smile shyly. "i'll be there soon, i'll call you when i'm outside" you said, walking to the door to slip on your sliders. you weren't dressing to impress anyone so pyjamas and sliders would do.

you grabbed your keys and slipped them into your pocket as you walked out the door. you locked it then made your way to the car, hoping that Tom was okay. he never usually got drunk and when he did he would turn into the biggest baby ever. he would be so clingy and cuddly which you didn't mind on you, but if he was doing that to his friends you knew he would be embarrassed when you told him in the morning. the drive to the pub was quick, it was about 20 minutes away so you didn't mind driving to get him.

when you arrived outside the pub, you didn't have to call Daniel. he was already outside with Tom, he was lent against the wall, head in his hands as Daniel tried to keep him against the wall so he wouldn't fall. you stopped the car and quickly rushed to Daniel and Tom. you could head Tom groaning and his slurred voice as you walked closer to the pair. "no man i just need y/n" he slurred, rubbing his eye. you approached the two and Daniel felt relieved, he had him waiting outside so he could go straight home instead of drinking more.

"oh y/n thank god. he's been asking about you for ages." Daniel said as you placed your hand on Tom's shoulder. "don't worry, i can take it from here. go have a good time and thank you for taking care of him" you replied sending him a smile which he reciprocated and then went back to the bar. Tom still had his head in his hands, still lent against the wall. "Tom, love, i'm here baby" you said, stroking his shoulder comfortingly, he finally looked up and his face completely changed.

he looked sad when he looked up but then he saw you and flung his arms around your shoulders, pulling you into his hold. "y/n. oh my god i missed you so much" Tom said, leaving a sloppy kiss on your temple. "hi sweetheart. you ready to go home" you laughed, your hand rubbing up and down his back. "yes i am. i can't wait to cuddle and sleep" he said as you pulled away from the hug, his eyes closed as he swayed slightly.

you smiled and pulled him gently to the car, holding his hand as you guided him along the pathway. "woah the world is moving" he said as he swayed as he walked closer and closer to the car. you laughed loudly as you finally got to the car and opened the passenger door for him. he sat down in the seat and as soon as you closed the door his head fell onto the window, eyes closed as he 'rested his eyes' as he liked to call it. you got into the car and started driving home. the whole way home the car was almost silent worn Toms small snores filling the car.

you kept looking over at Tom, making sure he was okay as you drove to the caravan. after ten minutes, Toms head moved from the window to your shoulder, getting more comfortable as he slept. you let your hand move to stroke his cheek, giving him some comfort as you drove. you arrived home 15 minutes later and parked the car as close as you could to the caravan which was the car park down the road. you took the key out of the ignition and turned the car light on. you quietly opened the car door and walked around to the passenger side to help Tom out of the car.

you opened the passenger door and gently shook Tom awake. "Tom, sweetheart. do you think you can get out of the car?" you whispered, hand on his shoulder as he opened his eyes and looked at his surroundings. he allowed you to help him out of the car and walk to the caravan. the walk to the caravan was filled with Tom slurring his sentences and almost tripping up over nothing. once you'd got into the caravan you got Tom into the bedroom and sat him down on the bed. you started taking off his clothes so you could put on his pyjamas but he stopped you by grabbing your hands.

"excuse me. i have a girlfriend and i do not consent" he said, making you smile at him. even in his drunken state he was loyal to you and you were so grateful. "Tom, love, i am your girlfriend i'm just trying to help you get into your pyjamas" you said, stroking his arm comfortingly. he looked at you confused for a moment before his face changed to content and happy. "baby, oh i missed you so much" he said, smile widening as he pulled you into a tight hug. "i missed you too. now let's get you into your pyjamas so we can go to bed" you replied as your hand went up to stroke his cheek softly.

you helped him get changed into his pyjamas and got him into bed before getting yourself ready for bed.you brushed your teeth and washed your face before turning the lights off and made your way back to the bedroom where Tom was already fast asleep. you slipped into bed and Tom immediately laid his head on your chest, cuddling into you more. "goodnight love. sweet dreams” you said, kissing his forehead as he snored loudly, obviously in a deep sleep. you let your chin rest on top of his head, letting yourself fall asleep. whenever Tom slept he always let his head fall to your chest. it was like the only thing that helped him get to sleep was the sound of your heartbeat and you loved him so much.

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[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the gorgeous and fabulous @cordiallyfuturedwight and @aprylynn for february's roundup:

tagging the usual music favs: @jiminsproof @thvinyl @jimin-gaon @visionsofgideontheninth @spicyclematis @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @monismochi plus @kimtaegis for the amy macdonald of it all 💜 and also you, dear reader. MWAH

#heads up! here comes the director's commentary: #16 Carriages - now listen. i love texas hold 'em as much as the next daddy lessons supremacist #but holy shit. it doesn't hold so much as a candle to this track. #just unbelievably stunning. i'm begging you to give it another chance if you skipped over it the first time #Don't Forget Me - me and kayla and apryl all having ms rogers in this month's list... i think we might be better than everyone else actuall #End Of Beginning - good GOD we couldn't gatekeep djo any longer but it's worth it if only for all the bear tiktok edits. #and thus i have fallen for this track all over again. yes CHEF #Showtime - now if you've known me long enough you'll know i'm an absolute sucker for british indie rock bands #especially if their frontman looks like they might not make it through another winter #so you can imagine catfish has had an inexplicable hold on me. anyway their comeback single is actually pretty good #This Is The Life - fantastic tune. 2007 if you can believe it? #what a time to be alive and at the school disco and you're singing the songs and thinking this is the life and so on and so forth #Loving You Will Be The Death Of Me - tom odell can do no wrong in my eyes (ears?) anyway. lovely lovely new album #Never Need Me - been loving rachel for a while now and this single is brilliant. highly recommended. #plus the video features florence pugh and if that doesn't sweeten the deal then christ i don't know what will #Baby Now That I've Found You - i didn't even realise this was a cover of the foundations until hearing it again recently #because alison krauss just has an incredible way of making them her own and thus it's been on repeat. #Deeper Well - okay so now i'm seeing the country thread through this month's picks. #this is another lovely new one. hearing it on the radio and the fact that they have to censor “i used to wake and bake” is hilarious to me #shoutout kayla again because great minds.. #Stay For Something - CMAT is phenomenal and if you haven't listened to her yet i can't recommend her entire discography enough. #she had her arsecrack out at the brits last night and well. i would die for her #(speaking of the brits. raye... i literally cried for her. go find the recording of her live at the royal albert hall. #-watch it twice and then come back and thank me) #artists-wise - most of these guys are consistently up there. #katie melua is a new feature this time because all my amy macdonald-ing put me back onto nine million bicycles. #used to get that one mixed up with 99 luftballoons but they're really very different. i'm a fool #so tl;dr: fantastic tunes. do listen #tag #receiptify

[sherifftillman]

Cheers to the Weekend

Pairing: Tom Grant x f!Reader

Genre: smut

Tags: Make Up (film), 18+ (minors DNI), established relationship, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), pillow humping, cmnf (clothed male, naked female)

Summary: You and your boyfriend discuss what to do with your weekend off together.

Word count: 3k

"Babe, I'm here!" Your most favourite words. You jump up from where you'd been sprawled across the couch, running all of about five feet before being able to embrace your boyfriend. He buries his face into your shoulder, humming happily.

"You alright?" You ask as you let go, reaching over to gently intertwine your fingers with his instead.

"'M very tired," he admits with a sleepy smile. "How was your shift?"

"My cheeks hurt from all the customer-service-smiling I've been doing," you admit with a grimace. "Still, that family's the weekend staff's problem now."

"Yep, and now your only problem this weekend is having your annoyingly doting boyfriend constantly wanting to snuggle with you, watch TV with you, maybe go for a little walk on the beach with you…" Tom's head cocks from side to side as he lists off activities.

"That sounds like the opposite of a problem, actually," you grin at him, pulling him in for a kiss. He kisses you back, starting with little pecks that gradually linger more, getting more and more intense with each one, pulling you into the bedroom.

He pulls back with one final chaste kiss. "So, what was that family's deal?" He asks, sitting on the edge of the mattress to start unlacing his boots.

Getting yourself comfortable on the bed, you sigh loudly, "Mum was trying to find every excuse to get free stuff while her kid emptied all the soil out of Fergus' pot onto the floor. "

Tom lets out a sharp gasp as he tugs one shoe off, "Not Fergus the ficus! That's murder!" You laugh, and he smiles over at you adoringly. "See, this is why I couldn't do your job, I'd have told them all to piss off and made that kid scoop it all back in," he shakes his head as he kicks off the other shoe. He flops onto the bed on his stomach, groaning into the pillow. The way his face squishes into it makes you laugh again. "Ugh, was your bed always this comfortable, or is it just the day I've had?"

"It's definitely just you," you point out amusedly, laying on your side and propping yourself up by your elbow. "I could never do your job, either. Big, strong handyman, slaving away at that workshop, carrying all those big, heavy things…"

Tom laughs as he pushes himself up. "Y'give me far too much credit, angel."

You soon fall into your natural position in bed; Tom's arm wrapped around you, his fingers rubbing up and down the top of your arm, your head against his chest, his heart thumping against your cheekbone. It isn't long, though, before he squeezes your shoulder in a way you know means that he wants you to lean up so he can kiss you some more. Tom hums, "Really missed you today."

"Missed you, too, Tommy," you purr between kisses.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you," Tom admits, and you grin.

"Oh, yeah? What about me?"

"Just, y’know. Thinking about all the stuff we can do this weekend, all those things I were just saying about," he muses.

You grin coyly, "And nothing else?"

He rolls his eyes and tuts jokingly. "Yes, yes, and that stuff, too, horndog."

"What?" You giggle. "You're the one thinking about that stuff at work."

"Oh, and you're not?" Tom asks you in disbelief.

"...I didn't say that," you tease, moving over to straddle him.

"Oh, hello," he grins at the change of position, his hands running up and down the sides of your body, wrapping his arms around your back once you lean down to kiss him intensely, hips grinding down against his. He hums against your lips, "Mmm, somebody's eager, aren't they?"

"No shit, look at you," you grin back before kissing him again, your tongues engaging in a twisting dance of passion, accompanied by the harmony of you both moaning together.

"Fuck, yes, sweets, y'feel so good like that," Tom groans. "Keep making those sounds, yeah? Please, s'fucking hot." You move just slightly to moan deliberately into his ear, and his grip on you tightens. "Mmm, is this what you've been thinking about all day, love? Counting down the minutes until you could ravish me?"

With a sheepish giggle, you lie, "No…"

"Certainly seems like it," he raises his eyebrows at you as you sit upright, rocking yourself in circles against the erection you feel pressing through his tracksuit bottoms. He bites his lip tightly as he watches you, his hands slipping underneath your pyjama top to squeeze your hips, digging his grip in. He groans, "Want this off, want to see my fingers press into you."

"Is that all you want to see from me being topless?" You mimic his tone from earlier, and Tom laughs as he helps you pull the garment off of your body. He constantly slides his hands up and down your body, stopping each way to grip your breasts and your hips. Every squeeze earns him an evermore desperate buck of your hips.

Tom smiles dreamily up at you. "'M never gonna get tired of this view, pretty girl. My pretty girl."

You hope your, "'M not," is muttered quietly enough for Tom not to hear it, but no such luck.

"Uh, excuse you, you're fucking gorgeous, babe. 'M a lucky, lucky boy," he smirks, pulling your face down to kiss you again. He gasps out a moan against your lips, "And the way you're humping me like that, fuck, so good. Make me feel so good, looking like that, 've hit the jackpot, me. Fuck, is that good for you, too, yeah?"

You play with the collar of his shirt. "Please, Tommy… Wanna really make you feel good."

He groans again, this time out of exhaustion. "Listen, babe, literally any other time, you know I'd have my clothes off at that in an instant, but… 'M just so tired tonight, angel. I'm sorry."

"I could just ride you?" You offer, and he chuckles, rubbing his face wearily.

"You know I don't like just sitting there and letting you do all the work," he frowns up at you.

You mirror him, "And yet you'll spend the best part of an hour going down on me without expecting anything back?"

He pulls a face of intrigue. "What a wonderful idea." Before you can react, he wraps an arm and a leg around you, swinging his whole body around to roll you onto your back, as he hovers over you.

You giggle, "What happened to being tired, eh?"

"That was my last bit of energy," he grins back. "Well, almost. Think I've got just about enough to get these off you." He hooks his fingers over the elastic of your shorts, pulling them down your legs before settling himself between them. "There she is," he coos under his breath, his fingertips tracing the outside of your folds. "I've especially missed you."

You groan, "Tommy… 'S not faaaair."

"What isn't, angel?" he asks, sliding his middle finger inside of you with ease. You gasp out a long moan, your eyes unfocusing, and he grins up at the sight of you.

“Wanna make you feel good, too,” you whine.

He tuts, shaking his head. “Now, now. Sulking in’t gonna get you anywhere, is it?” He pulls his finger almost completely out of you before sinking it back in again quicker. You thrash your fists against the mattress and he breathes out a soft laugh. “What did I just say, sweets?” he asks in the same soft tone as before.

“Not sulking,” you pout. “Just wanna - wanna touch you and taste you and fu- Fuck, Tommy, I really wanna fuck you, please,” you plead as he adds another finger.

He does climb up your body, still working your core with one hand, to silently kiss you. His motions get far more rapid, moving in and out of you until his fingers are so slick with your juices that they just slip out of you, to which he then starts rubbing your clit at the same speed. Your cries of pleasure come out as muted vibrations against his lips, and you don’t realise him taking the pillow next to you and pulling it back down with him even as he breaks away. You blink your heavy-lidded eyes over and over, watching the imaginary spots that shower your field of vision slowly dissipate. 

“Plenty of time for that, love,” he soothes once he’s settled back down where he wants to be. “But right now, I fucking need your thighs around me.” His palms slide up and down the inner sides of your legs as a gentle prompt, and you comply, crossing your ankles loosely between his shoulder blades. He sighs contentedly. “So soft…” He shuffles into position to press a kiss to your clit, his hands wrapping around the flesh of your thighs to hold them in place. “So warm…” you hear him from the cave he’s made for himself between your legs as you feel him nuzzle his way further down to your core. “Perfect.” 

His tongue works as tenderly as it would if he were kissing you, gently poking its way through your folds and sliding through. Your fingers card through his curls as his head turns, this way and that, as he plays you like an instrument, eliciting different noises from you with every motion. Your legs twitch, instinctively squeezing together around his head, and he moans delightfully, pushing down on your thighs to tighten their hold on his head even more. He snakes his tongue inside of you, extending it to its stiffest, most pointed length as he bobs his head back and forth to fuck you with it.

Your legs wrap tighter still around him, and you feel his grip slip around to your ass cheeks to grip them roughly. The sensation of his fingernails digging into your supple flesh have you crying out in pleasure, which you can tell from his moans is turning him on insanely quickly.

But, with your thighs in a vice around him, it gets harder for you to grab his hair, make a mess of his curls so that when he resurfaces, it's obvious for the rest of the day what he's been up to. You don't get to look into those dark, rich eyes of his that caramelise when the sun sets just right through the window.

You pout, "Tommy…" as you relax your thighs, pulling them slightly away from him.

"Everything alright, sweets?" He asks with concern.

You continue in the same tone, "Miss your face."

With a soft laugh, he kneels up slightly, your heels naturally sliding off of his shoulder blades as he does. "Of course, angel, 'm sorry." He pushes your legs wide open, looking down adoringly at your glistening folds. "Such a perfect, pretty thing, isn't she?" he smiles, running the pad of his finger along them. Placing his hands just within the crooks of your legs, he gently pushes outward, spreading you even wider. He marvels at the sight in front of him studiously, his eyes darting around until he places another, calculated, kiss down between your legs, his lips and tongue working in ways no form of self-pleasure could ever replicate. 

His eyes flutter shut as he flicks his tongue in all kinds of formations: he lays it flat against you as he licks along your folds from the bottom up; he gently traces the insides of your lips with the tip; he waggles his tongue back and forth, at a speed your eyes can barely keep up with, as it works your clit from every angle he can move his head to reach. Every sound of pleasure you make is harmonised by his humming against you.

As you melt against him, warm brown eyes flicker up to look at you through his eyelashes as he starts suckling on your clit. All you can see of him are his curls, now wildly spread out thanks to your handiwork, his eyes and his nose, but with just those alone, his expression tells you how much he adores you. The way his brow softly knits together, the glint in his eye, it makes you feel like a goddess that he's obsessed with worshipping. 

You cry out, "Fuck, Tom… Feel… So good, 'm gonna -" The rest of your sentence is swallowed in a high-pitched whine as you feel the first pang of your crescendo forming.

Tom groans against you, pulling away just to tell you, "Perfect timing as always, angel, this has been turning me on like mad, wanna make you cum so badly."

You whimper, "Please… Want yours, too, Tommy."

He tuts, shaking his head. "No time, sweets. Think you coming on my face is exactly what I need to get off, too." Before you can answer back, he resumes suckling on your clit, burying two fingers inside of you and working them at the same speed he had earlier, until you're seeing those spots again. "So fucking gorgeous when you're all fucked out, babe," he croons. "C'mon, be a good girl and come all over me."

As you let your orgasm take full control over your body, he stops fingering you to immediately get his tongue in there, cleaning you up as you cream all over his mouth for what feels like eternity. His look changes as he devours you, one you recognise as his own orgasmic expression. You notice a little movement in the corner of your eye, and prop yourself up on your elbow to investigate.

You'd not even noticed you were a pillow short, let alone that he had slid his tracksuit bottoms to his knees to fold the pillow between his thighs, humping it as erratically as he'd move if he were coming. You let out a small, disappointed whimper. "Y'didn't need to use a pillow, 'm right here."

"Can't eat you out and cum inside you at the same time, sweets," he points out with a smirk, his whole body looking on the verge of giving up all movement as he slides back up to be eye-level with you.

"I could've sat on your face and sucked you off at the same time," you retaliate in a similar tone, and he chuckles.

"Nah, needed that. To just make my girl forget that anything else exists for a bit. Helps me feel the same, too," he explains, leaning over to kiss your forehead. "S'pose I should clean up what's in these boxers, though, eh?"

"Is it weird that it actually turns me on, knowing you came in your pants over me?" You ask as he heads into the bathroom, and half his laughter gets drowned out by the sound of running water. As he's cleaning himself up, you notice the discarded pillow and start rearranging the others until the one he'd been humping is beneath your head.

As he returns, he looks quizzically at the bottom of the bed, pointing to where the pillow had been. You bury half your face into it, smiling coyly as you look over at him, and he bites his lip. "Speaking of things that weirdly turn y'on, that's so doing it for me," he groans under his breath as he sits on the corner of the bed and reaches again for his shoes.

You frown, "Where you off to?"

"We have to eat at some stage, horndog," he teases, leaning over to tap your nose playfully.

"What are you gonna go and get, then?" You ask as he puts on his second boot.

"Thinking that Chinese place just outside of here, it's never that long of a wait," he shrugs, and you hum happily as you redress yourself in your pyjamas, opting to stay sitting up on your bed as he gets up.

"Sounds good to me. Could I have a -" Tom interrupts you by reciting your order exactly as he walks towards the door. Feeling nothing but the pure ecstacy of being around someone who remembers even the littlest details, you mindlessly call back to him, "You're the best! Love you!"

Your little bubble of contentment pops when you realise what you've said. How it's the first time you've said it. And it's just on a throwaway goodbye on his way to get a takeaway. He rushes the few paces it takes to get back to your bedroom to look at you, his expression tough to read, and say, "Say that again." You start to fluster, unsure how you can potentially backtrack from here, but he kneels one leg back onto your bed, leaning over to cradle your cheek in his hand. "Please. Say it properly, to my face," he pleads softly.

Grinning widely, you place your hand over his and look him dead in the eyes as he gives you that worshipping gaze all over again. "I love you, Tommy." A surprised chirp escapes the back of your throat as he tackles you back down onto the bed, furiously kissing your lips over and over and over again, and you laugh against him. "What happened to getting food, horndog? Now you've made me hungry!"

"'M not doing this to fuck ya, 'm doing this 'cause I love ya," he mutters as he kisses your neck. You lay back and revel in how good it feels until your stomach betrays you, growling loudly. The breath from Tom's laugh tickles your neck as he slides down to pull your pyjama top up enough to expose your tummy so he can kiss it. "Alright, message received, loud and clear, boss," he says directly to it before climbing off the bed. You giggle as you readjust your top, and he looks at you softly. "I do love you, y'know."

"If you did, you wouldn't keep me starving here, now, would you?" You tease, falling apart with laughter once more as he bolts out of the door. You head back to where the sofa is - where you'd left your phone - and send him a text: I love you, too, btw. 😘

#tom grant #tom grant x reader #tom grant x you #tom grant imagine #tom grant fanfiction #tom grant fanfic #tom grant fic #tom make up #tom make up x reader #tom make up x you #tom make up imagine #tom make up fanfiction #tom make up fanfic #tom make up fic #*myfics #fic: tom g

[romancanine]

somewhere outside a bar, 2015 (?)

#TOMSHIV IF I AM NOT GRANTED YOUR ARCANE LORE I SHALL MAKE IT MYSELF! #i imagine tom was super awkward and midwestern when he was trying to pick her up and shiv was unfortunately in the exact right headspace #to find him endearing #anyway. im aching. i ache physically #succession #my post #tom wambsgans #succession hbo #shiv roy #sarah snook #tomshiv #matthew mcfayden #also tom is talking about how his great uncle went to high school with walter f mondale #trying to earn clout i guess #also i made his hand too fucking small i’m gonna kill myself #my art

[thomasew7]

Hmhfdkbaads here's some Au in progress bc im so fucking greatfull for all 51 of you

Page 1: "might as well just kill that old bitch."

"TOM NO-"

Page 2: "you should cut that hair of yours.."

"Youre the last one to talk."

"Yeah ya right."

[Page 2 bottom]

"Gimme my cape back Tom."

"No, I wanna keep it."

#eddsworld #eddsworld tom #doodle #ew tom #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt #ew matt #ew edd #eddsworld tord #ew tord #orginal au #idek if ill keep this up but its still in making so yeah #Lmao imagine not being active for over 2 weeks then booming your acc🥱🥱😍

[emsgoodthinkin]

‘i sAiD aYe LuVYa ROoF’

god I can’t not say it goofy🤣

#joseph quinn #make up movie #tom grant #tom grant x reader #joe quinn #tom grant x y/n #joseph quinn imagine

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Cheer Up

Pairing: Tom x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Tom are friends and he's been having a hard time after everything that happened with Ruth, so you try to cheer him up.

A/N: This is my first time writing for Tom so I hope it's okay aha.

You couldn't think of what to say as you sat in silence beside Tom, holding a half empty beer bottle between your knees.

It'd only been like a week since he broke up with Ruth and you'd been round his caravan almost everyday, just sitting with him in an effort to offer him some comfort.

You'd known Tom for years, you were practically best friends. Which was why you couldn't bare to see him like this. You missed the Tom that would dance around the kitchen like an idiot. You missed seeing him smile. So you came up with an idea.

"Come on." You suddenly said, jumping up from the couch, leaving your beer bottle on the floor. "Dance with me."

"There's no music." He muttered, his eyes never leaving his beer bottle as he remained sat there.

"Alright then." You shrugged before turning and walking over to the radio.

You switched it on and a song you hadn't heard before blared through the speakers. It was good enough you supposed.

"Dance with me." You tried again, shoving your hand in his face. "Come on."

"(y/n), I'm not in the mood, alright?"

"Don't be a spoil sport." You huffed, keeping your hand where it was in front of his face. "Let's dance. It might make you feel better."

He eventually gave up, setting the bottle down on the table and taking your hand. You slipped your other hand into his and then the two of you proceeded to move along to the beat of the song.

It wasn't a particularly slow song but it wasn't too upbeat either, so you both ended up awkwardly sort of swaying around the room together, never really managing to stay in time with the song.

"You having fun yet?" You asked him, accidentally tripping over his feet.

He laughed then, ducking his head a little. "I suppose."

"See? Knew you'd cheer up." You grinned up at him proudly.

He just shook his head at you, a small smile on his face. "Shut up."

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[pollyna]

2020!Ice back in '86 would tell Mav about the hop, or at least try to make him understand to take caution against jet washes even if it cost him to come back to an empty bed and a life without Maverick in it.

#i know it's a popular theme but it always makes my brain go dvdhdvdhdb ice would do that 100% #and probably hit himself behind his young self head a little and tell him how proud he is of what he accomplished #he would act like a kindness even knowing the risks #even knowing that he could come back to life without maverick in it and without bradley too #it's not about telling his young self about cancer it's just-being sure that the person he cares the most could be really happy #can u imagine living with the unconscious thought of never being enough to make some happy bc you think if that person wasn't dead he- #-wouldn't even be around? like not something ice thinks about or anything just something that sometimes comes up when he's tired drunk and- #-he goes back to an empty home #i read the ff 'bout mav the sky and ice believing not to be enough and i can't stop thinkin' about this #tom iceman kazansky #pete maverick mitchell #icemav #fix it (of sort) #insecutiry #top gun (1986) #top gun: maverick