#fuckboy tom holland

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Tom Holland's Masterlist

Series: 

The Marriage Games (Discontinued) -  (Y/N) (Y/L/N) grew up in the palace with her brother and the royals; her and her brother are practically apart of the royal family. The Queen decides to help her eldest son find his own queen by inviting ten female suitors to live in the palace. What happens when through this process he finds love with a woman that is not one of the contestants?:  Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |

True Love Can’t Be Bought (Completed) -  When (Y/N) (Y/L/N) needed a job to help pay off university debt; she did not expect to be working for the Hollands or that the eldest son would fall in love with her: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |

The Spider-Man Who Stole My Heart (Completed) -  When Tom helps a lost little boy, he did not expect his mom to be so young. Once they get to talking, Tom realizes she may be the girl of his dreams, but what happens when she is not ready for a relationship: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 |

Sent From A Goddess (Discontinued) - (Y/N) (Y/L/N) is the daughter of Poisedon, and for twelve years she was all alone. Growing up at camp without any family and watching people she is closed to come in and out of her life has caused her to close up. So she made a rule, the only people she is allowed to be truly close to is her brother, his family, Chiron, Tyson, Annabeth, and Grover. When Tom in his brothers come around, will he be able to break that rule: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 |

King of Collegialiter Schola Currer Cucurri (Discontinued) -   When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation: Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

Oneshots: 

Daddy Do It (Dad!Tom)

This Isn’t A Story About Our Love (Mob!Tom)

Best Friend to Boyfrined (Roommate!Tom)

How To Get Out Of A Fight

Mr.Holland (Teacher!Holland)

Good Boy, Bad Girl (Bad Girll!Reader)

The Sibling (Osterfield!Reader)

#tom x reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tomholland

[writing-wh0re]

Marvel Universe

Bucky Barnes:

Spank - Smut18+

Prompts - Smut18+

Soft Sex - Smut18+

Sebastian Stan:

Prompts - Smut18+

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Peter Parker / Spiderman (His Character in my stories is over 18!)

Prompts - Smut18+

Oh Daddy - Smut18+

I love you - Smut18+

Perfect To Me - Fluff

Ice Bath - Fluff / Implied Smut18+

Later - Fluff / Light Smut18+

Hot Chocolate - Fluff

Gamer!Peter - Fluff

Sweet Peter - Fluff - HC

Walked In On - Smut18+ - HC

Fuckboy!Peter - Smut18+

Addictive - Smut18+

Tom Holland:

Sugar Baby - Smut18+

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Loki:

Glad I’m Yours - Smut18+

Can I Have My Book Back? - Smut18+

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Druig - Eternals:

Amazing Lover - Smut18+ - HC

Waited Years - Smut18+

Something Special - Smut18+

I love you - Smut18+

Champagne and Sunshine - Smut18+

Crowded Room - Smut18+

Finally A Family - Fluff - HC

Gym - Smut 18+

#writing-wh0re-requests #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes smut #marvel smut #sebastian stan smut #loki smut #druig smut #peter parker smut #loki fanfiction #peter parker fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #peter parker fanfic #peter parker x you #loki x you #loki x reader #loki x y/n #peter parker x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x fem!reader #druig x reader #druig x y/n #Loki Laufeyson #loki (marvel) #marvel fanfiction #marvel #marvel series

[mermaidsirennikita]

omg peak jude law would've been so hot as st vincent

Thank yooou. I've told many people this and they're like "what are you talking about" and here's my thing: a lot of these reeeeally popular romance novels, especially historicals, were written like 10+ years ago and written by women who are older than than a lot of their young readers, and they have *different standards*.... *better standards*, some would say.... There are very few people who are writing romance novels with Timothee Chalamet and Tom Holland in mind, is what I'm saying.

I see Sam Claflin recommended a lot for St. Vincent and a) I personally find him attractive only in very specific situations and that cannot stand and b) I just do not think Sam Claflin has the SAUCE for St. Vincent.

When I think of a man who gives off vibes that are so, so slutty... Vibes that say "I will fuck you and never call you but you'll be okay with it".... Vibes that say "I cannot win a fight, but I will bone your girlfriend and hopefully make it out the window"... Vibes that say "I am completely broke but you'll let me stay on your mom's phone plan..."

That is Peak Jude Law. He is hot in a lean way, he gives "great conversationalist, absolute fuckboy", WE KNOW HE IS because he FUCKED THE NANNY and Sienna Miller, God bless her, WENT BACK FOR MORE???

And even the nanny was like "no ragrets" about it.

Here's the thing, too. Everyone knew Jude was a dog. (And let us be real, he probably still is, but he was incredible in The Young Pope so I'll allow it.) Everyone knew! There was no sense of "oh Jude Law is actually just a nice boy you bring home to Mom" like these guys today try to sell to the media. NO!!!! We were like "Jude Law is a fucking slut and we're living for it. Who will he bone next?"

Like, he wasn't breaking any laws (.... that I know of). He was just spreading his seed across the land, and probably still does. Why does everyone think he was so hot in The Holiday? Do people hONESTLY think a NON-SLUTTY MAN could play that role??? FOR REAL. FOR REAL FOR REAL. "I am daddy" give me a fucking break.

See: Hugh Grant playing Hugh Grant as Daniel Cleaver in Bridget Jones's Diary. I'm not even attracted to Hugh Grant like that. But I do miss that moment in time when we were like "slutty is as slutty does". Of course, there were obviously misogyny issues because women couldn't do that and you know general other issues, I'm sure Jude has given many an STI, but I'm not talking who he is as a person, I am talking his image at his height, and that is. The Vibe. For Sebastian St. Vincent.

#also see: colin farrell #WE DIDN'T LIKE COLIN BC HE WAS A NICE DUDE #WE LIKED HIM BC OF THE SEX TAPE #WE LIKED HIM BC HE WAS ALL 'BREAKFAST LUNCH AND DINNER' #and now it's like everyone wants to pretend these nice boys with tons of fangirls and more money than i'll see in my lifetime #aren't fucking anything that has a pulse (when they're single) (and also lbr often when they're not) #i just want to return to a state of honesty lol #also fun fact you know who cucked jude? daniel craig! and it was apparently lovely! good for sienna

[junetuesday]

tom holland masterlist

♡ a collection of fics, oneshots, blurbs, headcanons etc.

♡ all tom holland x female reader unless marked with a 👤 which means the reader's gender is not specified

♡ otp

All of the stories in this section are set in the same ‘universe’ with the same couple. Apart from 12 Days they’re not in any particular order so you don’t have to read any of them to get the others. 

12 Days of Christmas (and beyond): Series Masterlist // one 🔥| two | three 🔥| four | five 🔥| six | seven 🔥| eight | nine 🔥| ten🔥 | eleven | twelve 🔥 + valentine’s day 🔥 + june 1st  🔥

On The Subject of (Headcanon Series): Forehead Kisses 👤 | Neck Kisses | Hair Playing | Big Spoon/Little Spoon | Clothes Sharing | Terms of Endearment | Random Texts 

Smut

A Covert Operation

Got a Bed With Your Name On It

Pull Over

FaceTime

Keep Quiet

Beg For It

Wanna Taste?

Whistle

Jealous  👤

Missed You

4:31am

Polo and Prosecco

Mine

Uninterrupted

Fluff

Tom Holland vs Aunt Irma

Idiot.👤

Pop. Six. Squish 👤

#BestNine

Angst

Maybe We Could Go to the Movies?👤

Blurbs etc.

‘Distraction’ kiss 👤

‘Before bed’ kiss 👤

”We just watched Toy Story 3 and now we can’t stop crying”👤

‘Everyday😘’  (Pull Over add-on)

“Hear me out, what if we have sex?” 👤

Playing video games with Tom and his brothers 👤

Tom keeps a picture of you and Tessa in his wallet 👤

”Were you dreaming about me again? 👤

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”👤

Bathing Tessa Headcanon 👤

10 Best Boyfriend Qualities  👤

10 Worst Boyfriend Qualities  👤

When it’s too hot to sleep in clothes...  👤

A surprise visit 

Physical v Verbal Headcanon  👤

Travelling when you’re sick  👤

When you’ve had a bad day at work  👤

Misc. soft shit headcanon  👤

Tom being a salty puppy when he gets sunburned  👤

That time Tom got sick on the press tour  👤

Snoozey Tom Headcanon 👤

Swimming in the sea

♡ sweetener

Series Masterlist

♡ au/other

Smut

Somethin' 'Bout You 

Thinking Bout You (FWB/Roommate AU)

Girls/Boys/Boys  (Tom x Reader x Harrison Osterfield)

Truth or Dare 

Forget the Bed 

When in Paris (CEO!Tom)

Release (Uni AU)

Girls/Girls/Boys (Tom x Reader x Female OC)

Good Girl (Mob!Tom AU)

Crash Course  (Fuckboy!AU)

Strange Occurences (Enemies to Lovers AU)

Safe (Friends to FWB)

“One Drink?” (Exes to Lovers)

Crossing Boundaries (Best Friends to Lovers)

Serendipity (neighbour!tom AU)

One Night (FWB/Uni AU) 

Fluff

No Lollygaggin’👤

Lovely👤

2AM 👤

Parking Practice 👤

...and they were roommates (roommate! AU) 👤

Facial Fractures and Mugs of Moscato  (Uni AU)

Angst

The Chain 👤

Absence (Uni AU) 👤

If It Means a Lot To You 👤

Gen/No Relationship Specified

Rock, Paper, Scissors 👤 (Roommates AU)

It’s Called Fashion, Thomas 👤

Blurbs etc.

Time of the Month Headcanon

Slow Down👤

Sing👤

Insufferable (Best Friends to Lovers)👤

Wake Up Call (Dad!Tom AU) 👤

Usual? (Coffee Shop AU) 👤

Parenthood Headcanon 

First time getting a BJ Headcanon

[christinebloodwrittings]

Hiiii Could you do a Loki x reader based off Green Green Dress from tick tick boom?? It’s a 3am idea and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s probably dumb but you’d def be able to do it actually well

You ask I write! thank you so much for your request!

I am a big sucker for this song!!

*My requests are open*

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Loki's old fuckboy habits had you angry and jealous...until you decide to do something about it.

Warnings: Jealousy, karma, spicy, NSFW, Angsty. (Same universe, just putting Andrew Garfield as spiderman instead of Tom Holland)

Loki taglist: @lokisprettygirl22 @lucky-foxface @otakumultimuse-hiddlewhore @high-functioning-lokipath @thereadinggeek @el-zef @lulubelle814 @beakami @lokiprompts @ddeadlystbbxx @ilovefanfictions @laurenandloki

Smart Dress

“No fucking way, is that Loki?” Barton pointed out to the other side of the street. He had a redhead around his arm. It was the fourth girl that week. He didn’t seemed to notice you, so he couldn’t appreciate how your heart broke piece by piece.

There is this philosophical theory that says that when we lust over something and then when we have it, we don’t want it anymore. Thinking about that possibility hurt you like a million stabs. He courted you, gave you flowers, won you over, but after a few nights of sex…he started to avoid you.

None of the Avengers knew, or at least not an official Avenger.

“Woah, asshole” Peter’s back fell against the bedpost after you told him. “Yeah” tears fell down your cheeks like a river, “Come here, come on” he pulled you into a hug, “You deserve so much better than him, he’s not man enough” that only made you sob even harder, “It still hurts”.

Peter is your best friend, it hurt the world to see you so hurt, and even more if it was the god of mischief. You came to him when you and Loki had fucked for the first time, you were happy and glowing, you had gotten a movie night with the man you liked. However after a few sessions, you told him that you felt a little empty, as if he had put less effort into the act.

"I can hang him from the bridge, just say the word" he tried to cheer you up, but you weren't amused, you liked Loki so much that just thinking about hurting him hurt you. That anguish, impotence, you felt selfish, as if you had no right to demand anything from her, but leaving you alone without aftercare, was the straw that overflowed the camel's back.

The girls he brought to the tower were beautiful, even more so than you, and you knew that. Larger breasts, pronounced curves, full lips, they were beauties from Venus.

“I just want… I want him to be sorry for ignoring me” and yet that was the only thing you could think about, because it was easier to focus on the least serious thing he did to you so as not to get depressed about the worst night you had ever had.

And then, a lightbulb illuminated Peter’s head. “Stark is going to throw a party next Friday, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t feel like going” what were you going to do there anyways? Watch him with his new conquest? “Let’s go together” it seemed a good idea, “Pete, we’re just friends and you know it” but boundaries had to be set.

“Me and you? Partners in crime forever, but let’s pretend. You’ll see how he turns green of envy when he sees you’re not his to discard” he was right, he was so damn right, “Or his at all”. He hugged you tight, rocking you from side to side in excitement, “Damn right! Let’s go dress shopping!” you burst into a fit of laughs, “Hey, let Gwen know, I don’t want troubles with her”.

“I’m going to hang out with her tomorrow, I’ll tell her” he assured.  

Those days before the party you had a mission, Loki went as backup and ended up being your surveillance partner. You were as quiet as a dead man, "Everything okay?" because you knew that if you answered him, you would burst into tears like a girl whose mother has slapped her for the first time.

Because of the heartache, you were careless and wound up, "Y/n!" thanks to that he said your name for the first time in months, "It's just a scratch" you pushed him away. You didn't hate him, you couldn't, but you couldn't find a way to talk to him without wanting to yell at him.

Finally the day of the party came, “Y/n, are you coming to the party?” Tony put his arm around your shoulder as you headed to Wanda's room. "Yes, I trust we will have a great time" you hit his shoulder, playfully. "Do you even know me? I'm the party genius" he let go of you and disappeared down a hallway.

“I heard you went out with Parker yesterday” Natasha asked while putting some eyeliner on Wanda’s eyelids. “Yeah it was the best, I bought myself something for tonight” you teased, “I saw the bag, come on I want to see it” you buttoned up the last couple of buttons and then came out of the walking closet.

The dress had a sweetheart neckline, the material was green velvet, it glided over your curves perfectly, it highlighted them. the neckline had ties that tied behind your neck to keep it in place, a low back closure to hold the skirt to your hips, and a line of buttons that fell down your thigh from there to the bottom. The skirt had a slit that showed a seductive view of your black stockings. You put on gold heels to match, the ties twining around your calves like grape vines.

“Oh my, Y/N! you look beautiful!” Wanda stood up to hug you and start with your hair, “It’s green” Natasha sternly pointed the obvious, making clear that she knew, so you nodded. “I know”, she looked sad, she pitied you, “Are you sure?” or maybe she was concerned.

“I trust you two to kick asses if something happens” Wanda brushed your hair as you laughed, curling the tips with her magic, “How about a high bun? Your neck will be on display, and this pretty back you have” the dress had an open back, the material started again on your lower back, along with the zipper.

It was a dress meant to steal, win and crush some hearts.

“Hello beautiful” you heard his voice and immediately smiled, “Peter!” he was wearing a black tux, white dress shirt and a green vest, “Looking good Parker” you hugged him, “And you” he twirled you around, “Are beautiful, deadly” you giggled, “Thank you handsome”.

He took you by the hand and you walked beside him to the party, or the common room. "Attitude, don't look at him" Peter whispered in your ear before wrapping his right arm around your waist.

Several guests noticed how beautiful you looked, they let you know with envy, for the first time in days you felt sexy, empowered, pretty. You missed feeling confident.

"He is looking at you, don't turn around" he caressed your chin with two fingers indicating where to look, meanwhile he took out a necklace from his pocket. "What are you doing?" you laughed at the feel of his touch on your neck, "Trust me, if looks could kill, I'd be dead by now" Loki was thinking of a thousand ways to torture someone as he watched Peter plant a kiss on your shoulder from afar.

"Peter!" you laughed at how Machiavellian his plan was. “Forgive me” he giggled insinuating something, you didn’t understand why until music started to play.

“Deep, dark velvet hugs your silhouette

Black silk stockings, you're my Juliet

Soft, long hair, baby, beautiful eyes

Cool me down before I jump into your thighs”

He grabbed your hip turned you around, and passed his hand in between your breasts. He was all immersed in his role, the music, the provocation. By accident you saw Loki´s new hot blonde trying to get his attention, not succeeding at all.

“The green, green dress

20 buttons and a strap

The green, green dress

What a pleasure to unwrap

Green dress, oh, what it can do

What the green, green dress does to me on you

Me on you”

You were having the time of your life, dancing, you got the opportunity to sing along with Peter. Also it got a little heated, your body was pressed against his, your right leg hooked around his waist revealing a little of your stockings. All the eyes were set on you.

But then you made the mistake of looking at Loki, he was eating that blonde’s mouth without shame, they looked like they could fuck right there in front of everyone. It made your sick.

“Can I hear you laugh, babe? Can you make me smile?

I'll forget what's on my mind for a while

Can I tie you up, love? If you tell me, "Yes"

I'll unbutton every button down your green, green dress, ow!”

Peter laid you down on the table next to Loki, got on top of you, touched the buttons on your thigh with fake malice as he kept singing, it was the move that went too far.

The music died down, so Loki stood up. You moved away from Peter for two seconds to get drinks, and when you came back they were fighting.

"If I see you near her again, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Loki yelled, struggling to get out of Thor’s strong arms, "Why you bother, asshole!? You had your chance to appreciate her and you didn't, now you'll never have her, because you're an idiot" Loki growled and grunted like a furious animal, you didn’t recognized him anymore.

“YOU FILTHY VERMIN!” Loki broke free of his brother's grasp and lunged at Peter. Your first instinct was to grab the dark-haired man by the shoulders and try to shake him off.

"LET HIM GO!" the elbow he gave you in the face made you fall backwards, if it hadn't been for Wanda you would have hit the ground. When Loki looked up to see what the deathly silence was about, blood dripped from your nose onto your dress.

“Pete?” Loki’s stomach flipped inside him when he heard your voice, “Can we go? I don’t feel well” you couldn’t even look at him, your nose hurt and you wanted to cry.

“Y/n” Peter let go of Loki and rushed to you, “How old are you, five? Drop me home, please?” he nodded, “Y/N!” you were tempted to turn, but you didn’t know what kind of consequences that would’ve brought.

So you didn’t…yeah,, you didn't listened to your head, and turned around.

Loki saw your bleeding nose and immediately felt like someone kicked him in the gut. "Yes?” your voice held so much pain, yet still holding back, and he sensed it.

“I…I apologize, for your nose” he offered you his handkerchief, green and soft to the eye, but you rejected it, “’s fine” your coldness hurt him like no weapon could ever do.

“I still feel…guilty, may I fix it?” his hand was drawn towards you, the same hand that once held yours. You turned to Peter, “Go, I´ll see you there” and accompanied Loki down the hallway.

You remembered the first time you were in his room, he had taken you from training session to help you surpass a panic attack. He hugged you and kept you near him, whispering sweet nothings in your ear in a soothing way.

He wandered around his room looking for something, judging by the mess you doubted he was going to find it soon, until he knelt down on the side of his bed and pulled out a red metal box with a white cross. A first aid kit.

“Why don’t you fix it with magic?” you asked as you sat on the edge of his bed, “With these issues I prefer to be thorough and careful” Wanda had fixed your broken nose with her magic already, he was just attempting to clean an internal bleeding with external medical aid.

It was useless, but you appreciated the thought and the intention, “It stopped bleeding” he said almost as if it surprised him.

You hummed in response, “Can I go now?” he looked up from the bloodied cotton balls to your eyes, “Why don’t you stay?” he asked nonchalantly.

“I don’t feel like staying in the tower” he sighed at your response, “I meant-" he meant staying in his room, “I know. I don’t want to” you clarified.

“Are you mad at me for something?” 'how clever' you thought. Rolling your eyes you answered.

“Crazy how you can be so perceptive, but you miss so much nonetheless” it hurt, to be mad at him and he not having the slightest idea of it.

His mother had told him the very same thing, almost the same words, it spook him a little. “Right, are you going to tell me what I did to you?” but he kept the attitude.

“If you don’t know then there’s no point in me telling you” he laughed slightly, “What’s so funny?” mentally you counted to 10 repeatedly so you wouldn't lose your shit.

“The dress, the spiderling, all the provocations…you’re jealous” he got closed as he rolled his tongue on the L.

“You wish!" You laughed, "Besides, of what exactly am I supposed to be jealous about?” not of his conquest of course, but he went for it.

“Me and Elena, what else could you be possibly mad about then?” so that was the bitch's name?! “Did you brought her flowers, poems?” Yes, you were jealous.

"Of course I did, I do that with every woman I meet” once you got a spear through your thigh, it didn't do much to anything important, but it hurt horribly for a year.

What he said hurt even more violently. The sudden change in your face made his heart hurt, so he attempted to fix his stupidity, “Y/n I was joking” but it made it worse.

“That’s what I am to you, a joke?” your whole body was on fire raw anger filling you up, “No, I-“ he tried to explained himself.

“Leave me alone, I’m not your anything Loki, you had no right to punch Peter” he laughed, “You’re worried about him? How about you go fuck him instead?” it was your turn to laugh. You stood up from his bed and went to the door with a smile, “Good idea, maybe I will”.

Your hand turned the doorknob, alas, you couldn't go out thought it, he had put his arms around your waist. “Stay” he pleaded against your hair, “Give me one good reason”

“I really…uhm” it wasn't the best moment to be at loss of words, but he tripped with all sorts of different sentences, not a single one made sense or was good enough to express how he felt.

He took way too long, in tears you sighed, putting your hands on his arms to force him release you, "I knew it" you murmured.

"Fuck" he cursed. Loki turned you around, closed the door with your back against it, and before you could protest he kissed you.

Smutty pt2 soon...

#loki of jotunheim #loki x y/n #loki of asgard #loki series #loki x reader smut #loki fanfic #loki fluff #loki smut #loki laufeyson #mcu loki #loki x female reader #loki odinson #loki reader insert #jotun loki x reader #marvel #loki marvel #loki #loki x reader #loki fanfiction #loki x you #loki god of mischief #loki one shot #loki oneshot #loki god of lies #loki boyfriend #loki sex #loki fic #loki x ofc #imagine #mcu

[lila-rae]

“I think he may have reassured her cause she was throwing things at him and going batshit.”

Was this part of the gossip tea around that time? Tom Holland had a girl throwing things at him omg that is hilarious Lila! This man and his BDE got girls going bananas fighting over him getting jealous. Fuckboy era Holland was something else lmao!

Nah this is my own messy petty heart adding creative liberties to the screenplay.

[sakurajjam]

Vou ser sincera, Rinnoy (rinn e joy), eu amo usar poc porque canso dos mesmos brancos que são usados nos rps. Sonho com o dia que as pessoas vão parar de fazer a mesma Sydney Sweeney ou o mesmo Jacob Elordi (porque os chars raramente mudam). Amo ambos, mas cansei de ver por causa de sempre ter um deles nos locais, tem muito turco bonito que podem usar ou melhor, usem mais fcs pretos!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Queremos começar falando que adoramos o apelido, Rinnoy é muito fofo! Também estamos admiradas que alguém tenha falado abertamente sobre esses fcs e os mesmos tipos de personagens que são feitos com os mesmos, mas antes de tudo, queremos parabenizar você, cerejinha, que o nicho dos rpgistas consiga ser como você e comecem a usar mais pocs, que a diversidade cresça nas comunidades! Precisamos de mais diversidade, na verdade, e respeito por todos... Não tem problema algum em usar a Sydney ou o Jacob, ou fazer os mesmos personagens, mas, as vezes, nos questionamos se não cansa. Me incomoda bastante ver como em 85% dos casos, a Sydney é colocada como uma garota que só serve pra ser bonita, alguns casos a colocam até como a loira burra, isso é ruim. Sobre o Jacob... Sempre o mesmo fuckboy sem graça. E não são apenas eles, podemos citar outros fcs que sempre tem em todo lugar, dentre eles, Joy do Red Velvet, Alexa Damie, Tom Holland, as meninas do Blackpink, os meninos do BTS, Ben Barnes e por ai vai. Cada um faz o char como deseja, mas parece que é enraizado o mesmo tipo de personagem pro mesmo tipo de fc, acaba ficando marcado de uma forma ou de outra.

Nós cansamos de qualquer fc que vemos com frequência, até nossos amados, sério. Vocês não tem noção do quanto eu amo o Tom Holland, mas de tanto ver ele em rp, cansei demais, nem Miranha consigo ver direito (o mesmo com a Sydney). Queremos notificar que isso não é uma problematização, apenas um desabafo nosso, condizente com o que o pompurin lançou; cada um faz o que quer, mas nós temos a opção de cansar também. Sem mais rodeios, concordamos com tudo, principalmente que existem muitos turcos bonitos por ai, assim como qualquer fc de todas as regiões do globo, todos são bonitos e ponto. Temos uma infinidade de opções, algumas até com resources, só falta abrirmos os olhos e começarmos a usar, pelo menos, experimentar e sair de nossa zona de conforto. Por mais fcs pretos (principalmente mulheres), turcos, filipinos, chineses, japoneses, indianos, por todos os fcs do mundo no mundo dos rpgistas.

#♡ · ✉️ : respondidas #( rinn a poderosa chefinha ) #( joy a intrometida ) #( about : diversidade )

[morningbluue]

the way to your heart - chapter eight

pairing: fuckboy!exbestfriend!Tom x reader | college au

summary: Tom Holland was your best friend in middle and high school and now he is the biggest player in college. Everything changed in only a few years and the only thing you want is to stay away from trouble, especially because Tom is the definition of trouble. But it is hard to stay away if there is a post-it note with a cheesy pickup line on your desk every day — from none other than Tom Holland.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex, someone making out

word count: 1,5k

A/N: I’m on a run right now, so let’s enjoy it while it lasts ;))

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How often do you get the chance to do something better or different? How often do you get a second chance? Not a lot. Sometimes you only get a second chance when you do something for it. And sometimes life gives you a second chance when you fucked up the first.

You didn’t think it was your second chance with Tom when you two met on your first day of college, it was just a coincidence. But let’s be honest, there is a reason why you cross paths so much. 

This time you are more than sure that it is the end. The notes are gone, Tom apologized, and now you both have to move on with your lives and forget this ever happened. This is an unspoken agreement. Right?

You try to stay focused and concentrate on the big stack of paper in front of you, but you just can’t anymore. You have been sitting in the library for a few hours now, even if it feels like the entire day, and the words seem to melt together. You need a coffee or a nap or just anything to get your mind off for a little.

And that’s when you hear his name.

You can’t help yourself but listen to the conversation between two girls that are sitting behind you, and a part of you hates yourself for doing this.

“I heard Tom is going to a house party on Friday. I think the boy throwing this party is in my math class. He’s cute too,” the girl says, and you can’t stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Of course, Tom is out there partying instead of studying or doing anything college related.

The other girl starts chuckling. “Do you really want to go to this party just to meet Tom?” she asks, “you know there is probably only a small chance that he’s going to talk to you.” As if he does not talk to every girl on this campus, and sadly he gets them all with his British charm and brown puppy eyes and chocolate curls. As if some girl would ever turn him down. 

“I have to try. He is just so hot, you know,” the first girl gives back, and for a second you furrow your brows because you don’t understand it. What do all these girls see in Tom? There is no chance in hell that they don’t know what he is doing all day and especially all night on campus. So why do they all like him so much?

You once read something about how you still remember all the little details about someone even if they aren’t in your life anymore, and nothing has hit you harder since Tom’s post-it notes.

Would all the girls still drool over the brunette if they knew that he cries when he watches Disney movies? Or that he gets freaking stubborn over his favorite chocolate? Or that he loved it to lay in your lap while you read him something out of a book?

Would they still want him if they knew that he needs more time to do his hair than you need for your entire morning routine? Or that he would exchange you for a new PlayStation game without a second thought?

Thinking about it for a second, you cannot believe that you loved all this so much about him because all this made him who he was. And in some way, all these habits were cute and kind of funny. Especially the hair one was your favorite thing to annoy him with. 

The corners of your mouth curl up in a smile as you remember all your annoying jokes and all the teasing, all the inside jokes, and the many moments you only needed to look into each other’s eyes to know that the other was laughing about you in their head. 

It is unfair that all the good memories with an old friend or lover or whatever hurt so much more than the bad ones. Good memories make you smile, but they sting in your heart too. 

So yes, what do you do with all the information about someone that is not there anymore? 

The girls behind you continue their talk about Tom, but you don’t listen to it anymore. You don’t want to hear about how charming and good-looking he is. A while later you don’t even want to hear his name anymore, so you pack your things together and leave the library.

But as if your life wants to give you a lesson for whatever, you run into the brunette boy as soon as the big doors fall close behind you. You almost stumble over your own feet as you come to a halt a few meters in front of him.

It is dark outside already and the streetlights aren’t always the best, so there could be a chance that this is not Tom, but no, no other laugh sounds like his. Nobody knows this better than you.

Tom is leaning against the opposite building, laughing and talking about something, and a girl with blonde hair is pressed against his chest. One of her hands is placed on his body while the other is curling a hair strand around her finger, and you just know that she thinks that this is the best day of her life. You can see it in her gaze. They all look like this when they get attention from Tom.

The brunette leans down a bit and whispers something in her ear that makes her chuckle, and you think you can see her blush. It is almost unfair that he only needs to say some compliments or cute things, and they are head over heals for him instantly.

But who are you to talk? Tom was your best friend, he got you pulled into his charm too. He is just a person that you want to be friends with, and not only because of his looks. But because he is friendly and funny and a good listener and everything makes a lot more fun if he is there.

He just never used it to get girls to fall for him, or worse, to only get girls to sleep with him.

The next thing you know is that Tom places his hands on the girls waist and pulls her even closer to him before he kisses her, and you scrunch up your face in disgust because it is not a sweet little kiss.

You would vomit, but that would only gain their attention, or maybe not, it seems like they are pretty focused on their make out session. Gross. It is a wonder that they did not notice you already but let’s say that their chemistry is too big to notice everything else.

You turn around and walk away from them as far as possible, your things pressed against your chest as if they are the only thing that keeps you from drowning. You don’t look back, but that does not change the fact that your chest feels tight.

At some point you were far past sadness and hurt and the anger came crawling up your body, even if you did not want to. But that is the thing with emotions, you can’t control them. The anger was there now, and oh boy, you have a lot of it.

“Do you want to get some milkshakes later?” Nate asks and nudges your foot gently with his.

The two of you are sitting opposite each other on a bench on campus. The blonde wanted to hang out after his last class, and you never say no to sitting in the sun and talking with a friend.

You look up from your book with a wide smile. “What question is this?” you raise your eyebrows, “you know I would never say no to a chocolate milkshake.”

He laughs. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry, y/n. I will never ask this question again.”

“Good,” you smile. You clap your book shut and put it back into your backpack. “I only have one class left today. Do you talk to Steph?” you turn around to him. “I’m gonna be done by 3pm, I think.”

“Yeah I’ll talk to her. Have fun,” he says as you stand up and swing your backpack over your shoulder.

You roll your eyes. “Math is never fun.” Nate cracks a smile, and you wave him goodbye before you turn around.

“By the way it’s your turn!” he shouts after you and laughs when you show him your middle finger. He is an idiot but you love him.

Sliding off your chair at the end of your class, you let out a small sigh and grab your backpack to put all your stuff back. It takes you a moment to notice the small yellow paper on the back of your chair, and your heart misses a beat when you realize it.

For a second, you weight off your decisions, maybe you do not have to read it because you sure as hell don’t want to. But your curiosity is bigger, so you grab the note and let your eyes wander over it, and as soon as you are done, you crumble it up. This is enough.

Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes? -T

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[alldayangst]

100 letters, just for me (Tom Holland)

All of my fics are LGBT and PoC friendly. PAIRING: uni (fuckboy/frat) Tom x uni reader. Summary: ‘You wrote a hundred letters just for me / And I find them in my closet in the pockets of my jeans / Now I’m constantly reminded me of the time I was nineteen / Every single ones forgotten in a laundromat machine’.

“Walk of shame?” your friend, Camren, sat in the lounge, TV on low as Tom walked with his clothes carelessly thrown on his body, recovered hoodies and jumpers you previously stole sat in a pile as high as mountains in his hands, leading Camren to wonder whether or not it was really the end this time round. “Third time this week!”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be back anytime soon.” Tom slams the door behind him as hard as he could, and just when Camren thinks they can get a moment of peace, they hear a screeching sob rip through the air through the walls of your room. And Camren swears they live in a movie; a scratched CD of a bad romantic drama, that replays the part where the lovers face their problems over and over again.

‘My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it’

You remembered the start of this debacle like it was yesterday. You and Tom were in the bathtub and Tom told you to reach inside the back pocket of your jeans, he’d left something important in there. “I’m not ready to get married, if you left a ring in there. I’m only 19.” Tom kissed your shoulder, back cold and pressed against the tub - but he’d been willing to compromise to be the crutch you leaned against, to be the haven you found refuge in. To be the hill you died on.

“It better not be a ring, Holland. I swear.”

“I’ve never met someone who didn’t want to get proposed to as much as you.” He laid his chin against your shoulder once your search become successful, and you found a strip of paper in your trouser back pocket.

“My mouth hasn’t shut up about you, since you kissed it.” You turned to Tom who could only see your face in the corner of his eye, having found a new living situation of the warm, wet slope previously called your shoulder. “Tom, what is this?”

“100 letters, just for you. You’ll find them in every pair of your jeans. I’m with you forever.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and press a hard, loving kiss on your lips, causing you to drop the tiny piece upon which Tom scribbled his message. “Just for me? You stole this from a love letter by Alex Turner to Alexa Chung!” Tom couldn’t take his love-hazed gaze off of you, and kissed you again like he was oblivious to the words you were saying or you were speaking a foreign language he didn’t understand. “You don’t stop complaining, do you?”

Six months later marked the end of yours and Tom’s gap year, and you decided to move in together off campus.

“I can’t find it.” Tom smiled as he shook his head, your orange in his hand as he sat on a stool opposite your lunchbox. He knew you had a presentation that day and was eager to impress, so you’d shoved your most sensible pair of slacks in the washing machine without a care and when Tom went to unload it, his note for you torn into tiny pieces and covered in botched ink slithered out and caplunked into a minuscule puddle on your wooden floor.

“I’m serious, you didn’t write one this time.” You rummaged through your blazer pockets just to check for certain you were right before you turned to Tom with every bit of confidence that he’d truly forgotten to write you a little love letter this time around.

Tom placed the orange back into the fruit basket and opted for a tomato instead. He took note of the shock in your face and the wince you made as he juggled it, and it drew dangerously close to the ground. “Tom, don’t juggle that. If it hits the ground, it will splatter everywhere.” Tom giggled. 

“Have you checked your slacks?”

“You think I haven’t checked my trousers?” You turned your trouser pockets inside out with the flare of pride.”You’ve forgotten. It’s OK, Tom.”

You opened your lunchbox to place your orange in, but a piece of red card occupied the compartment usually owed to your snacks. 

You held the card up: “I love you from my head tomatoes.” Tom chuckled cheekily, not watching as the tomato rolled off the counter and depicted a large, red splatter on the kitchen floor. But Tom promised he would clean it up.

Tom didn’t forget about writing one love letter, until he did. And by that point, his letters had felt almost as autonomous as the days of the week. You didn’t even have to think about it, they just went by. So you’d be raking through every end of the house, expecting to find his letter.

“Tom, where’s the letter?”

“Huh? I don’t know.” Tom locked the door as if he’d been chased by wolves, looking up and down through the peephole and then giving a satisfied lick of the lip.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” 

“As in, I don’t know - you’d have to look for it darling.”

Little did he know that’s what you spent your whole day doing. And you hadn’t found anyone with sharper eyes or a bigger will to find it for you.

You didn’t find the note that night. You didn’t know there wasn’t any.

“I found one! ‘You’re my happy place’.” Huh. Tom hadn’t written a new one in a while. He must have put a note in both of the pockets in this pair of jeans. These jeans had been tossed aside, barely worn, in fact - never worn since you’d tried them out in the dressing room at the store two months ago. You were in awe of how young love could take you so far, and kissed the tired Tom that laid beside you. You pulled back and caressed his cheek.

“Why didn’t you kiss back?” You asked, too drunk on ignorant bliss to acknowledge the warning signs and the parade of red flags that told you to leave before you got truly hurt. “M’ just tired.” And it showed. His hair was matted, clad to his face, a few shades darker that it usually was due to all the sweat. He took in every breath like he’d never breathed before and kept watering at the eye; the kind of cry you did when even the fatigue wouldn’t let you sleep. 

It was inevitable. Three months later, you and Tom broke up. You were freshly twenty, and freshly out of a relationship. Tom moved out of your shared apartment, and you found yourself trying to navigate university with a compass that seemed to only point South. You never had to have friends here before, because you had Tom. It was out of sheer luck that you stumbled upon Camren who not only shared your soul and your mind, but agreed to share your home. Tom Holland quickly became synonymous with London nightlife and out of reluctance to let you go (call it withdrawal symptoms), requested that you continue to see each other as long as romance was left out of the equation. You’d happily obliged and incessantly kept a cobweb-covered carousel going years after it stopped being the main attraction. On the nights you left with Tom, Camren was tossed aside, forgotten like coat in a cloakroom, so it was only fair game that they’d tease and whine at you when Tom left in the morning. If Tom left in the morning.

Tom was ravenous, and you ended up on Camren’s nest of a sofa. “I love the bones off you.” he muttered, and Tom was perhaps too keen to grab a handful of your backside, he docked both hands into both your pockets, fingernails scrambling at little torn pieces of paper. His heart went into panic mode. He squirmed to get out. The piece of paper landed beside you as he forcefully yanked his hands out, feeling like a prisoner freed to a world that was only half of what it was before.

‘I’d be a crazy, blind man to ever leave you.’

The room fell silent. Maybe with Camren’s TV on low, you didn’t have the space to have these moments. To stop indulging in the highs of life and really examine why the lows were the lows.

“Tom. I’m demanding honesty.”

Tom sighs. He’s so different these days, so cold. He unentangles your bodies and huffs and puffs like a little kid who hasn’t gotten their way. This, before you’d even said anything. You don’t know if you can deal with this white noise. 

“I just want to know why we broke up.”

Tom chooses to look at the artwork opposite the couch, because his safe place is no longer his safe place. Because now that you’re demanding honesty, instead of taking it when it comes, his happy place becomes his vulnerable. Tom didn’t like to be vulnerable. It’s why he ended things in the first place.

“Well, we’re in uni..” Tom’s not sure if he wants to continue. He can feel the spotlight on him, you looking at him. He’s center stage but not one for attention. He’s suddenly painfully aware of the fragility of his answer, and worries it will go ‘splat!’ and make like a tomato, and then you’ll really never speak to him again. He furrows his brows as he looks down into his lap, twiddling and pulling at his fingers as if they had the answer (they used to) before he says it in the best way he knows how, your eyes boring into him. “We’re at uni, and there’s so many beautiful women and handsome men, and mighty attractive human beings walking around here, and it’s hard to believe one person you met at a stupid age could compare to the pool of people that are here.”

And how it sounds in Tom’s head, how he meant it is so much better to the way it sounds and means to you. Because words like ‘compare’ and ‘pool of people’ highlight how insignificant and worthless Tom felt he was to you. He felt he communicated how he insecure he was feeling. To you? Words like ‘comapre’ only shine a torch on your own insecurities and phrases like ‘pool of people’ makes you contemplate whether Tom was ever unfaithful, and it made you feel insignificant, worthless. 

“So, I’m definitely not the only person in your life right now.” Tom looks up and before he can say anything- “I’m not something you can butter up and taste when you get bored.”

“Y/N.” Tom starts. “That would never be the way I could see you.”

“I’d like you to leave, Tom.”

And leave he does.

Two weeks later, you and Camren found yourself in a predicament. “Can you get it out?” Camren had their hand down the drain of your bathtub. Cautiously, they launched two fingers in. “Can you get it out?” You asked again, nibbling lightly on the tip of your nails out of nervousness.

“Honestly, it doesn’t feel that big.” Camren stops their search after hooking their finger around the culprit of which blocked your plughole. “It’s a piece of fucking paper.” Camren sighs a breath of relief. “My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it.”

You breathe in.

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TOM-HOLLAND-PARKER MASTERLIST

who I write for: 

Tom Holland

Peter Parker

Arvin Russel

Sebastian Stan (On hold for now)

Bucky Barnes

TAGLIST

Kinktober masterlist 2021

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Sugar daddy AU survey 

Champagne Problems:

Summary: Tom asked you a life changing question but you can’t give the right answer.

Warning: Themes of mental health issues such as depression and Eating disorders

Word count: 1481

Late nights:

Summary: Tom has spent more time memorizing his script than he does sleeping.

Word count: 488

A Classroom Visit:

Summary: Tom visit your kindergarten class one day to drop off your lunch bag. Now all your students know you date Spiderman

Word count: 1063

Detective!Tom

No body No crime:

Summary: Tom knows you had something to do with the victims disappearance and its driving his crazy that you don’t crack easily

Warning: Murder?? Sexual innuendos, Cops

Word Count: 1412

Rockstar!Tom

Rockstar:

Summary: It’s a tradition for Tom to fuck you before going on stage

Warning: Smut, cursing

Word count: 700

Scotty Doesn't Know: (Prologue to Rockstar)

Summary: The story on how you’re relationship with Tom began

Warning: Smut, violence, and cheating

Word count: 2324

Mob!Tom

What Baby:

Summary: Dating the leader of the toughest gang in London was bound to gain you enemies. So after one particular encounter Y/N in sent to the hospital to recover but they didn’t expect this news

Warning: Car crash, slight mention of violence

Word count: 1453

Secrets:

Summary: Tom is terrified about you finding out his job but when he brings you to his house he has no choice but to tell you

Warning: SMALL mention of murder but nothing bad

Word count: 2374

Tease

Summary: After a bad mistake of wanting to make Tom jealous you have to deal with the consequences of being a tease

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 2326

She’s not me

Summary: when Tom decides to come back to you after realizing now one else can satisfy him the way you do, you aren't as forgiving as he expected

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1400

Face the Mirror

Summary: Tom broke your rules and now he has to deal with the punishment

Warning: SMUT 18+

Word count: 1419

Dad!Tom

Painted picture

Summary: Tom has an emergency meeting and asks you to babysit. You say yes, determined to get his daughter to be comfortable around you

Word count: 1516

Are those my jeans?

Summary: When you start to suspect that you’re pregnant, you’re too scared to tell Tom

Word count: 631

Boxer!Tom

Let me thank you

Summary: Tom keeps waking you up at late hours so you can patch him up. Tonight me finally thanks you

Warning:  Smut (Oral Female receiving), mentions of bruises and cuts

Word count: 1005

Richkid!Tom

Perfect Little Angel

Summary: After finally getting away from your mother and her annoying party guests, you and Tom decided to make this party a little more interesting

Warning: SMUT (oral, exhibitonism daddy kink) drinking

Word count: 1365

The Wine Cellar

Summary: When you’re asked to find a wine that would go good with dinner, tom decides to help you out

Warning: SMUT (oral, daddy kink)

Word count: 1200

Professor!Tom

I Wanna Wear Your Tie

Request: Can you please do a professor tom x student reader, shes of age of course, and he takes a liking to her for being so smart and he can barely contain himself with every outfit she wears. And one day after class he asks her to hang back and things get very SMUTTY?

Warning: Smut (oral, choking, vaginal sex), student/teacher relationship, cursing, age gap (legal)

Word count: 4081

Roommate!Tom

Roommates help each other out

Summary: You and your roommate Tom have always had obvious sexual tension between you, but what happens when he walks in on you masturbating

Warning: 18+ (SMUT)

Word count: 1463

CEO!TOM

Gray Blazer

Summary: It was an honest mistake forgetting your jacket but when your CEO boss offers you his blazer you end up with a date

Warning: none just fluff

Word Count: 868

HEADCANNONS

Tom watching his daughter grow up (dad!tom)

REQUEST

Surprising Tom on set (Stepdad ! Tom Holland x mom actress reader)

Tom get jealous of your ex boyfriend

Tom apologizes after an argument (song request)

Tom fucking you on the kitchen counter (richkid!tom) part 2

Answering questions after your students find out you’re dating Tom

Snow Day:

Summary: Peter is determined to get you to enjoy the snow

Word count: 681

Breathe

Summary: dealing with the stress of your family's expectations leads you to have an anxiety attack on the roof. Thankful Peter is a great shoulder to cry on

Warning: Themes of anxiety, dropping out of college, family expectations

Word Count: 1550

Stark!reader

Let's get married:

Summary: On a class trip to Vegas, Peter is determined to make this trip a memorable one, even if it means doing something crazy.

Word count: 2911

The Moment I knew:

Summary: All you asked for was one day to spend with your boyfriend and family, but Peter has let him role as Spiderman take over his life

Warning: maybe a curse word towards the end but other than that nothing 

Word Count: 1520

Begin Again (part 2 of the moment I knew)

Summary: 8 months after you broke up with Peter, you finally agree to meet up with him, but you’re still unsure if he deserves a second chance

Word count: 1409

Headspace

Summary: Sometimes you can’t help but feel like you aren’t enough to satisfy Peter but he’s always there to remind you that he love you

Word count: 669

Warning: 18+ (not really smut but conversations about sex), Peter is obviously 18+

HEADCANNONS

College!Peter dating someone clumsy

REQUEST

Peter loves your boobs especially when he’s stressed

Tell Peter you’re ready for more than a quick make out  (part 2 SMUT)

Peter watching you leave for the summer (Part 2 (Reuniting))

Peter dating someone with an oral fixation

Stark!reader begging Peter to not cast the spell that make her forget him

My Boyfriend’s Back

Summary: Arvin is out of town for a few days but when he returns and hears the news about boys making you uncomfortable he decides to take matters into his own hands

Warning: Violence??, Creepy boys, curse words

Word count: 1185

REQUEST

Your ex boyfriend messed up Arvin’s car

Sick days

Summary: When you get sick, Sebastian is there to take care of you

Word count: 538

Closer

Summary: You’d never felt like this before, it was like some primal instinct deep down inside of you. You just needed to be close to him. The only problem was that you were already wrapped in his arms and it still didn’t feel close enough  

Warning: 18+ smut (cockwarming, boob worship?)

Word count: 620

Avenger!reader

I Hate you?

Summary: You’re convinced Bucky hates you. Bucky’s convinced you hate him. Steve is just tired of hearing you both complain and finally decides to set you both up

Word count: 1569

Sleepyhead

Summary: Bucky doesn’t like to be touched but when you accidentally fall asleep on him one night he realizes he could never get tired of your touch

Word count: 1175

7/11 Slushies

Summary: You give Bucky his first slushie

Word count: 415

Picnic in the park

Summary: Valentine’s day with Bucky

Word count: 1178

A good man

Summary: When Bucky has a nightmare all he wants if for you to hold him close

Word count:1272  

40s Bucky

Drafted

Summary: Bucky has to tell you that he leaves tomorrow but not without leaving you with plans for when he gets back

Word count: 1344

Firefighter!Bucky 

Heat on High (Mini series)

Summary: When you and your daughter moved you expected a lot of changes, but you never expects to move across the hall from a hot firefighter than has a soft spot for you

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[loverholland]

strings attached

pairing: rich kid! fuckboy! fwb! tom holland x rich kid! fem! reader au | request | original | prompt summary: no strings attached was the agreement. word count: 4,700 warnings: mentions of drinking, mentions of mary j, mentions of friends with benefits relationship, & sexual and strong language used. a/n: this is, as requested, fuckboy tom but kind of with a twist. i hope you enjoy this, nonnie!

Going to a party wasn’t really a part of the agenda for today, it was quite the contrary. She had been stressed from working as an intern at her father’s company in Northern London and was going to spend her night unwinding to the newest Bachelorette episode while doing a face mask and sipping on the wine her mom bought her earlier in the week. She wasn’t too sure why, but she appreciated the thought. But the night turned around when her best friend, Cheryl, aka Cherry, had told her that Tom was going to a party, one that she didn’t know about. She didn’t originally want to come, she knew how it would look, and it wasn’t her favorite look. It made her look obsessive in a way, but she didn’t think she was. Cherry was the one who asked, not only because of Tom, but because a few of their mutual friends were there. So, Y/N agreed.

Y/N: hey, i’m going to be at a house party tonight! if you see me, text me! :) x

She wanted to keep it casual and like she wasn’t going to be in the same place as him. But she knew that 217 Liberty Avenue was exactly where he was. She felt wrong for being here. Wrong for letting Cherry bring her to the same party Tom was at. Y/N sighed as Cherry interlinked her fingers with Y/N’s. They stood outside for a moment, the loud rap music pounding the walls.

“Did he reply?” Cherry asked, big green eyes looking up at her.

“No clue.” Y/N replied honestly, moving her free hand to her back pocket of her black ripped skinny jeans and pulling out her phone. She went through the Face ID and pressed on the light green icon to see her messages. She saw his contact and her message, biting her lip. She pressed his contact, darting to the Read at 9:45pm tag. She felt a pang in her heart and a helpless breath of air leaving her lips, her shoulders slugging and fingers unlinking as she locked her phone again. “No. He didn’t.”

“Oh sweetie,” Cherry’s hands touched her shoulders and she laid her head on Y/N’s arm, which was partly covered by the dark green, silk Gucci shirt she was wearing. It was much like Tom’s and she hated that it matched, especially when they’re going through whatever they’re going through.

“I’m sorry. He’s not worth it anyways. We can go drink and have the time of our lives, alright?” She smiled, eyes growing large as she began to drag Y/N to the door. It was white and large and was pushed open with very little force. The music became louder and the lights were dark with pink and green disco lights. It was fucking fantastic and she wished so deeply she had a gram of ouid on her or something. But, she didn't, so whatever.

Cherry dragged her through the crowd of people and into the kitchen where the liquor sat out. Cherry immediately got a recyclable shot glass and one of the bottles, pouring 2 shots out.

“One shot for you,” she pushed one glass to Y/N. “And one for me.” She smiled and picked up the shot glass, raising it. Y/N did the same and clinked theirs together. Y/N pressed the lip of the shot glass against her strawberry red lips and tilted her head back, allowing the nail polish remover to run down her throat.

“Gross.” Y/N started and sat the glass down, looking at Cherry.

“Oh, whatever!” She laughed, “I’m going to make you a drink.” And with that, she bounced off, heels clickity-clackiting across the floor. Her blonde curls bounced over her shoulders and she made sure she was known to be there, such a big personality for such a small human. Y/N sighed and leaned against the counter, fingers tapping on the wood. She was bored but she didn’t want to look at her phone. It reminded her of Tom, weirdly enough. Being reminded of him wasn’t bad, oh God no, it was quite nice. She couldn’t help wonder what he was talking about and how the words would look forming across her lips. If he was thinking about what it would be like to completely destroy her in the closets bathroom. Maybe taking her in the back of his car, again, before taking her back home to properly do the job. She definitely thought about it and it made her miss him more.

Y/N bit her lip as she battled with herself on actually looking at her phone. Another huff and suddenly her phone is up and being unlocked with Face ID. Y/N admired her home screen for a moment, a picture of her, Tom, Harrison, and Cherry at the Eiffel Tower in París. They had gone on vacation a few months back together after she officially graduated with her Bacholors. The photo was bright and they each held a champagne flute. Tom’s fingers were interlocked with hers and they both shared bright smiles. Y/N loved the picture and she often wondered if Tom knew that was her home screen.

Y/N tapped on the yellow Snapchat icon, swiping left immediately to see the stories posted by her friends. Cherry was first, a few snaps from before she had left her apartment to meet with you. Then a video of her doing a shot. Typical. Then it was Y/N’s younger sister, Charity, a 16 year old who was basically Y/N’s younger twin. Charity and a few of her friends had gone to the country club today. Playing golf and going swimming, the typical things. Tapping on, was Harrison’s story. There was a video of Harrison and Tom taking a shot, Tom’s face scrunched up and he stuck out his tongue.

“Gross.” Tom said disgustingly as Harrison laughed.

Y/N giggled and with another tap she was at Tom’s story.

He had posted a shirtless picture to his private story, a bulge very prominent in his grey sweats. Was this in the story only meant for her? Yup! Fuck. He looked absolutely delightful, but with another tap, she saw a photo of him with a girl in his lap. She rolled her eyes and swiped down and off of the stories before swiping to the camera. She sat her phone against one of the many bottles, stepping a few feet back to take an equally hot picture of herself. She made sure to accentuate her hips and her chest, throwing her head back, the way she knows Tom likes. Her hair draped loosely over her shoulders and then, the picture was done. She checked it, made sure that it was up to her standards before adding a GIF to go along with it.

Before she knew it, a hand clasped over her shoulder, making her jump out of fear. She turned around quickly, stabiling herself with the counter, mentally readying herself to start swinging but it was only her best friend who was standing in front of her with a large grin on her face.

“Try it!” Cherry smiled and pushed the red solo cup into Y/N’s hands. Y/N looked down at the brown liquid in the cup, raising an eyebrow at Cherry before bringing the edge of the cup to her lips and taking the smallest sip of it. It tasted like the drink she almost always gets; fireball and coke. Y/N could laugh at the way Cherry whispered a soft “How’d I do?”

Y/N smacked her lips and smiled at Cherry. “You did perfect.” Y/N complimented. “Fireball and coke is a good choice.”

“Well, I know that it’s usually what you get and you told me explicitly that you could not have anything other than fireball, which I still don’t understand because fireball makes you angry sometimes and I don’t know if you’re looking for a fight, but all I’m saying is to let me know before you start throwing down with some bitch because I need to make sure I get it on video.” Cherry rambled, leaning onto the counter to try and leverage herself.

“I’m not going to fight anyone.” Y/N responded, sipping on the drink again. Cherry laughed a pitiful laugh.

“You say that and then someone's going to look at Tom wrong an-” Cherry paused and with wide eyes, looked at her best friend. “Oh no, I'm so sorry I-”

“You're right. I promise I won't fight anyone tonight.”

Cherry smiled and lept onto Y/N, arms catching her neck in a hug, one that Y/N was all too familiar with. She wrapped her arms around Cherry's waist and squeezed her for a moment.

“I love you.” Cherry whispered into Y/N’s ear.

“Ditto.”

And with that they separated. Cherry smiled up and her before kissing her cheek and removing herself completely.

“Do you mind if I go find Charolette? She said she was going to be here.”

“Yeah. I'll stay here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. If anything changes I'll text you.” Y/N smiled and Cherry returned it, skipping away as her heels clacked against the hardwood floor.

And there Y/N was, once again, alone. Y/N sighed and turned so her back faced the archway, unlocking her phone again and going to respond to a few of the messages she had ignored. This wasn’t her best idea, by far. She didn’t want to be here and knowing that Tom was with someone else and didn’t tell her, made it a bit worse for her. But, Cherry wanted her to have a good time and she would. Especially when they get to go to a breakfast diner later, which was all Y/N needed to be convinced to come out tonight, other than her friends, of course. But she was just tired. Annoyed.

“Y/N?” a familiar voice sounded, causing Y/N to jump again. Damn. She turned on her heel quickly, looking at the blonde man standing in front of her. Harrison Otwrfield. Tom Holland’s best friend and one of her most seen friends. He's not a close friend of hers, not even a “friend”, some would say. More of an acquaintance, if anything. But he was always with Tom and she saw Tom regularly, making Harrison a regular with her. But she  didn't trust him. Not for a good reason, she just doens’t trust blonde men, just something about them screams WRONG WAY!

No clue why, they just do.

“Hm?” She hummed, hiking one of her eyebrows up. She lifted her drink and took a large swig before titling it to point at him. “Go on, what do you need?”

“I didn't know you were going to be here.” He simply stated.

“I could say the same.” She looked him up and down. “Daddy’s money” screamed from the Rolex on his wrist and the Gucci belt he wore. “Want a shot?” Y/N asked, turning her back to Harrison, taking the closet vodka. Blue raspberry. How cute.

Taken aback, Harrison chuckled. “You already have a drink.” He mentioned.

“So? Is that a no?”

“Your limit is like 2. Plus, Tom would kill me if you got too drunk.”

“Oh, so now you're watching out for me?” She scoffed, turning around with both shots in between her fingers. “It's one shot compared to the drink I have.”

“Which is?”

“None of your business.” She snapped. “If you're asking for Tom, you can tell him he can ask himself.” She sat the extra shot glass down before tapping the remaining one, throwing it back in a swift gulp.

Y/N grabbed her drink, palm over the opening just so no one can easily slip anything into it. She didn't know where she was going, but it was going to be the next less crowded space in the house. She had to push past bodies, some would give her looks and others would call out her name to get to stop and talk. But she never did, she just continued walking past and towards a corner on the other side of the room. It was small but there weren't many people and it was still in view of the dance floor, so she could give Cherry an exact location. Y/N much preferred to be reliable when they go out and drink. She's had one too many times of over drinking and needing a sitter and not having one, that's when Cherry came into the picture. She was somehow a saving grace and Y/N just wanted to offer that back to her.

Y/N let out the air she had been holding, relaxing her shoulders for a minute. She reached and grabbed her phone and opened her messages, going to Cherry’s contact

Y/N: i'm over by the backyard door. it's close to the DJ area. had to move bc of Haz.

She knew this wasn't the best type of buddy system but it's always worked for them. They have their location for one another on everything and they share their location at all times. Y/N wouldn't let anything happen to Cherry and vice versa. Neither of them ever wanted to overstep when they partied so having a system where one person can drink a little bit but not enough to inhabit them to walk home. The other one on the other hand can drink as much as they want. Sometimes if they had rides, usually Tom and Harrison, they both would drink. But only them would they both be wasted together.

Y/N lifted her drink and repositioned her hand before taking another large swig. She watched over the party, tapping her fingers along to the music. It wasn't good but it was okay. She knew exactly what she wanted to listen to so she unlocked her phone, pulling up Cherry’s contact again.

Y/N: come meet me over here im going to put on Majesty and we HAVE TO DANCE TO IT!

She quickly went to the phone on the chair, the phone was unlocked and already on Spotify. Nice. Um… Search… Majesty… Nicki-Aha! Y/N swiped left and queued the song, going into the already queued and moving it up to the 4th song. Enough time for Cherry to text her back.

Y/N finishes her drink by the time Cherry shows up. She’s alone, unlike many of the times before, but her pink lips still wore the cheekiest smile.

“Missed you!” She said and Y/N repeated the words back. “When's the song going to play?”

“After this one.”

“Okay!” Cherry clapped, taking one of her hands and grabbing Y/N’s, taking them close to the center of the dance floor. Cherry stood in front of her, her hips beginning to move and her arms rising above her. “Let’s move, baby!”

The song started a minute later and Cherry took Y/N’s hands again, moving them so that Y/N would begin moving her hips a bit, and it worked. Time stopped for a moment as they dance and sang together, Cherry turning to dance against Y/N, giggling as they danced with one another. Their hands interlinked as Y/N helped spin Cherry a bit, dropping low with her and following the lead of her best friend. The song naturally fell from their lips; one of the most listened to songs for both of them and the movements were rehearsed in their kitchens, bedrooms, bathrooms and anywhere whenever the song came on.

They even had specific parts they would sing in the car with one another. Y/N and Cherry took turns rapping Eminiems words as they danced with one another as the highway’s went by. The world all melting together while they drove down with the sunroof open and with the windows down, the world all becoming a memory. A memory that she cherished every day of her life.

“Like I'm a meteorite, and motherfuck the fucking media / Right in the behind, I'm a human encyclopedia / I must be like pie crust because I was bread to rise like I was yeast.” The girls screamed to one another and as the next words came up and the syllables left Y/N’s lips, there was a voice she knew all too well.

“And you're never gonna reach these heights / They're just too high to reach / And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest / You better pick another game / try hide-and-seek-” Thomas fucking Holland rapped in her ear. His voice was low and one of the sexiest things she’s heard him do. He always said he hated this song and he just comes out here bang rapping? Y/N deeply swallowed as Tom’s rough hands touched her bicep, squeezing softly.

Y/N turned and looked at him. She could feel Cherry’s hand on her shoulder as well. Tom’s face was stone cold, red with frustration, she assumed. His eyes held so much annoyance that she was concerned about whatever was going on because he didn't have a right to be angry at her dancing with Cherry, right?

“Hi.” Y/N greeted.

“We're going home.” Tom said sternly. Y/N went to fight back but Cherry squeezed her shoulder.

“I think he's right.” She agreed.

“What?”

“We're going home.” Tom removed his hand from her bicep and instead draped his arm over her shoulder, guiding her to the front door. Dumbfounded by Cherry's agreement and Tom's sudden intimacy that he refused to ever show in this sort of public eye. The hand holding pictures are only some that are taken, they always take some holding hands and then some where there's no touching.

She bumped into people as she was led towards the door, which Tom opened for both of the women he was leading out. Harrison was standing at his black matte BMW, arms crossed as he watched the three of them walk out. Cherry walked from around them and towards Harrison. Was this planned? Y/N’s eyebrows knitted together in curiosity.

Tom led Y/N to his car, not saying anything. It was a white Lexus, one of the newer models. It had red leather seats and matte black accents. She absolutely fucking loved his car, for more than one reason but she couldn't imagine him wanting to fuck after they've both drank. They both agreed a long time ago that we won't sleep together if we're drunk, at least right now.

Tom opened the passenger side door and Y/N ducked in. Settling on the warm leather that summer brought . Tom walked over to the driver side, settling in before looking over at Y/N, eyes looking over her body. The black sheer lace hugging her torso like none other, and the ripped black jeans looked fantastic. Not to mention the black heels she wore. Her hair fell perfect around her face.

“I thought you didn't like Majesty?” Y/N murmured, a hand buckling the seatbelt before crossing her arms.

“I don't.”

“Oh whatever.” She kicked and looked out the window. Tom huffed and pressed a few buttons, a woman's voice saying “bluetooth'' spoke up and he did a bit more. She didn’t watch him, she just knows from all the times before when she did watch him. Tom would do this every time they left somewhere, he refused to listen to the radio. “What playlist are you putting on?”

“Does it matter?”

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning her head to look at him. “Why of course it does. You know it does! I don’t want to sit in whatever this is without a good playlist at least.”

“What don’t you want to sit in?”

Y/N took a deep breath before releasing everything she’s wanted to say. “Everything that’s been happening over the past few weeks. You’ve ignored my texts and my calls, you never come over anymore and everytime you post on your story it’s something suggestive and all I want to do is tell you how good you look but I don’t feel like I can because you’re not even talking to me.

I don’t understand what’s changed because I would tell you how fucking good you looked and you always responded. Not just to those texts but you responded to every single one. Showing up to parties, wanting a cuddle buddy or just need someone to talk to. You’ve always been there so what fucking happened?”

Tom stared at her for a moment before smiling and shaking his head, pressing the start button and putting his left hand on the wheel. Tom looked over his shoulder and began to pull out from his spot, completely ignoring Y/N’s question. She scoffed and leaned her head back dramatically, rolling her eyes.

“What’s wrong now?” He asked.

“Answer my question.”

“Why?”

Another scoff from her lips. “Because I don’t understand it! You ignore me one minute and then you’re taking me home planning…” she gestured with her hands “...something! I don’t understand what’s happening, Thomas! If you want to end this, then fine! It’s ended, no worries because no strings attached right?” She ranted, tears swelling in her eyes, choking back tears.

“We’re not going to talk about this right now.” He huffed out, falling back into the driver’s seat. “We’ll talk about it later.”

“When’s later? A month from now when you get off your high horse?”

“No, I just want to be parked.”

There was a moment of silence while the soft music from their Fast Approach, a classical playlist. She’s so frustrated but she knows he’s right for wanting to be safe and she couldn’t blame him. “Fine.”

Tom rolled his shoulders and sighed, turning up the volume so that 4 Romantic Pieces played over their thoughts, which were consuming her mind. She felt so much adrenaline, not really knowing if she was in the right but goddamn she was sick and tired of him not answering her. He never acted like this before, all touchy and quiet about how he felt. He always let you know when he didn’t like something. Anytime some guy would begin to dance with her, he always seemed to fuck her like no other had, jealous would rush through his veins and he would make sure that everyone knew she was supposedly his. Leaving bite marks and bruises up and down her breasts and neck.

The drive back to her apartment was long and drewey. She didn’t want to hear his reasons for not talking to her. She was afraid of her heart being broken like time and time again. She would never admit the crush on Tom that she gained with their relationship. No one truly understood that it wasn’t purely just a flirtatious or sexual relationship and it was hard for her to accept the romantic feelings that she slowly began to develop.

They saw each other almost every single night. They would binge watch shows or make playlists and drive around the city. They would get take out and go to bookstores and they made each other one too many things. Too many to throw out, that’s for sure. Fuck, Tom had a drawer at her apartment! He always kept a nice suit at her apartment, gray joggers, a hoodie, a few shirts, changes of underwear and his toiletry products. She had much of the same at his apartment, just adding in some make-up. She found so much peace in his touch, love in his kiss and releif in his words. She couldn’t imagine him going away.

She couldn’t imagine this going away. She’s upset, sure, but the world was everything to her because of him. He took her on drives around the city, always pointing out things. Always taking her somewhere new, whether it is to a new bar or some high class restaurant. She would tell him about the little things, what she appreciated out of life. She would tell him everything and anything he wanted to know, amazed by her mind. She had a Bachlors in Buisness Management from New York Univerity. She wanted a Masters and possible a PhD. She was beyond smart and he couldn’t imagine how her brain works and that’s what he loved most, he told her everytime she said something he didn’t know. The words always followed with a sincere smile.

He’s everything she ever imagined. He’s everything she’s ever needed and the way her heart began to break over the idea of losing him was a lot. Too much in some ways.

She watched the streetlamps pass and took a deep breath as Tom pulled into the parking lot next to her apartment building, bringing the car to a stop in one of the open spots. Y/N didn’t watch him as he turned off the headlights and still didn’t budge when he turned to look at her, a hand gripping the stearing  wheel.

“So,” Tom pursed his lips. “Want to talk about it?”

“Fuck you, Tom.” She laughed and tilted her head down as she tongued at her cheek. “I just want to know what happened. It’s fine if you want to end it. I don’t care, okay? I just want to understand and have a solid ending.”

Tom sighed and turned to face the front again. He stared through the windshield, at the bushes in front of them. It was silent with only Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven and Luke Woodapple playing in the background. Y/N sniffled once or twice as she tried to control the intense emotions of frustration begin to welt up in her eyes. She just wanted answers and once again, he’s not answering. He’s leaving her hanging again.

“What changed, Tom?”

The question was much quiter than everything she had said before. Finally letting the tears roll down her cheeks as a flood of emotions hit her all at once. Everyone felt like it was falling apart and the world wasn’t going to stop turning for her. She had never felt such heart break. Not even when she was stabbed in the back in college or when her “high school sweetheart” cheated on her. Nothing could compare to this pain that her heart felt.

“You.”

The world paused for a moment as the words registered in her brain. What does he mean her? There’s no fucking way. She stared at Tom, arms unfolding as tears continued to fall down her cheeks and onto her chest. So many dots felt like they still weren’t connected, but at the same, so many were connecting. Y/N wanted to protest, but Tom beat her to speaking.

“Haz has been on my arse about this for the last month, okay? He’s known forever and Cherry started hopping on the train. I don’t want us to end, I just don’t know what to do because this wasn’t the plan. The plan wasn’t to fall in love with you. You just… changed everything for me. You bring me soup when I’m sick and you let me come over when I can’t bear to be home. There’s no one with a touch like yours and…” a huff as Tom pushed his loose curls back. “...I didn’t know what to do than to get other girls to replace it and no one did and then you just because home and you just became everything I needed. I don’t even know when it happened or how, it just did and now, here we are.”

Tom sighed, giving Y/N the softest smile as he gestured as a way to say ‘there you go.’ And there it was. Her questions were answered, in a way. The worries she had before were now gone and although her heart still ached, she also felt calm. He felt the same. Y/N laughed softly as she wiped the tears, sniffling as she continued giggling.

“What’s funny?” He asked. “You can’t just laugh at me when I’m telling you there are strings attached.” He whined, making Y/N laugh a bit harder, looking over at him.

“Just kiss me, loser.”

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Pairing: fuckboy!Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Tom asks you to be in a fake relationship with him in order to make someone jealous, after you confessed your feelings for him.

Warnings: angst, fluff, fuckboy!Tom, happy ending

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“You’re joking, right?” You ask him, furrowing your brows.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re friends and friends help each other,” Tom says.

“You’re asking me to go to a party with you, to pretend that I’m in a relationship with you, just because you wanna get someone jealous? No way, I’m not gonna do that,” you reply, whispering, because you’re currently looking for a book you need for your thesis.

“I don’t know what to do... I have always used this method, but Z is busy with her thesis right now”.

“Hello? I am too!” You almost exclaim. But then, something hits you. You’re suddenly aware of his thoughts, as you’re reading his mind. He looks at you confused. “But it’s different with me, right? Because I confessed my feelings for you a week ago. And you said that it was fine”.

“Y/N, please, don’t...”

“Do you think that I’m a puppet or something?” You shout, your veins boiling because of how much you’re angry in this moment. “I don’t even know how I could fall in love with someone like you, Tom,” you say it with such venom in your voice tone, that Tom’s eyes grow wide, astonished.

The librarian kicks you both out from the college library, but you were tired of that conversation anyway. Tom tries to stop you, but you run faster than him, disappearing from his view.

-

After a night spent in tears, you go to class with your eyes circled in red and swollen. Your sunglasses cover them for the most part, but Zendaya seems to notice that there’s something wrong.

“He asked you, I assume,” she says and you nod. “What a...”

“Y/N!” Tom calls, but you shake your head. Talking to him is the last thing you want to do. He would apologize, without even meaning it and you would forgive him like you always do. But not this time.

You run to the bathroom, locking yourself in, but you hear Tom knocking at your door anyway. You’re sure that’s him.

“Go away, Tom!”

“Y/N, I’m sorry that I wanted to take advantage of your kindness. I shouldn’t have done that”, he says.

“It’s too late, Tom. You know, I was okay with you rejecting me last week, because I didn’t confess my feelings to you in order to receive something. I just wanted you to know it, to know that you were loved. But now I really ask myself what I saw in you,” you say, sighing.

Tom’s hand slips on the door. You feel him breathing, when a sob slips from his lips like his hand did on the door. You made him cry.

“I’ve never been in love, Y/N. I don’t know what love looks like or how that’s supposed to be. I don’t like commitment, because I don’t wanna disappoint anyone. Because what if they find out that I’m empty? Or that I’m just a giant black hole that swallows people alive? Maybe nobody should really love me, Y/N. Especially not you,” he says. You remain quiet, looking at your shoes. He had never told you that. “When you said that you fell in love with me, today, I felt a sense of warmth inside of me that I don’t even know how to explain. Your feelings don’t make you weak, Y/N, they just make you human. And to be completely honest, I really love that about you,” he continues.

You go out from the bathroom and look at him directly into his eyes: he’s not lying. He takes your chin between two fingers and then, slowly, he kisses you. And now, you feel a sense of warmth too into your chest. You feel at home.

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Apartment 509 (Epilogue)

Pairing: Roomate!Fuckboy!Tom x Reader

Summary: To happy endings and new beginnings.

A/N: *taps mic* Is this thing on? Hello everyone! Wow it’s been a long time since I’ve updated this story. I’ve quite literally made y’all wait years for this epilogue and I’m so sorry for that. However, the time has finally come for it to end. I can’t even begin to express how grateful and appreciative I am for all of you that have stuck by me and read it along the way. I had so much fun writing this story and sharing it with all of you. That being said, I hope you all enjoy the end to Apartment 509. Much love. ❤️

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Six years later..

If someone were to tell you years ago that you’d fall in love with your roommate you would have laughed and told them that they were crazy. That you weren’t that type of person to fall into that fantasy story. 

Boy were you wrong about that. 

If you were being honest you weren’t sure if you were ever going to find your person, a part of you had given up, just accepting the fact that you’d be single forever, but then the universe threw it’s plan at you like a ton of bricks. You truly never expected to fall in love the way you did, but now you couldn’t be more grateful. 

Becoming roommates with Tom and Jacob was the best thing to ever happen to you, not only was the apartment a saving grace for your time of need, but you made new friends and you found your person as well. 

Needless to say Tom and you didn’t get along so well in the beginning which was no surprise there, you couldn’t stand fuckboys, and that’s what intrigued him more about you. You never saw yourself dating the type of person you used to despise, yet you proved yourself wrong.

You couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, thinking back at all the memories of the past couple years. It was definitely a wild ride, something you were surprised you made it out of, but with Tom by your side you knew you could accomplish anything. 

“What is that beautiful mind thinking of?” His voice snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to turn your head and look at him. “Just thinking about how insane these past few years have been, how much my life has changed, how much yours has too.” You smiled softly at him, your fingers tracing his cheek gently. 

Tom adjusted himself under the sheet covers, pulling you closer to his chest as he pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “I will agree to that, so much has happened to us, but I couldn’t be more thankful and blessed.” He hummed, his fingers caressing your back soothingly. 

You melted into his touch, a smile on your lips as your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling. You both laid in silence for a few moments, just enjoying one another’s presence, until Tom lifted his head causing you to open your eyes.

“As much as I love laying here with you darling, we do have a party we have to start getting ready for.” Tom whispered, his voice soft and calm as you pouted, burying your face into his shoulder, pressing a faint kiss to his bare skin.

“I know, but I’d love to spend all day in bed with you.” You whined, making him chuckle, his chest vibrating making you smile widely. “I would love that too, but our friends wouldn’t want to experience this.” He teased, making you laugh and pull away from him.

“You’re right.” You huffed out, staring at the ceiling as Tom grinned at your childish behavior, something he thought was adorable. “Plus, we have two little munchkins who will destroy this house if we don’t get out there.” He pointed out, causing your eyes to widen just at the thought. 

“Do you know how long it took to get jelly out of Mason’s hair the other day?” You glanced over at him, “An hour. A full hour Thomas! That boy thought it was your hair gel and wanted to be like his daddy.” You squinted your eyes at him as he gave you a sheepish smile. 

“What can I say, he has good style! Just needs to use the right products and well.. Not food to do it.” Tom laughed, hopping out of the comfortable bed before you could whack his arm. You gave him a playful glare as he winked at you, disappearing into the bathroom. 

You let out a content sigh, hearing the water run in the bathroom as you looked around the bedroom. Your life was completely different than how it was five years ago. 

Not only did you graduate college, while being pregnant might you add, but you also started dating Tom. Once you gave birth to your beautiful baby boy Mason, you and Tom decided it was time to start house hunting. You both knew the apartment wasn’t a big enough space for a child, plus you both didn’t want to bother Jacob as well.

You both had been saving up money for a while, wanting to eventually find a house to buy, and then one day while you were searching online, you found your dream home. You quickly ran out to show Tom, and the second he saw it his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.

Within the next two hours you and Tom went to go walk through the house, whilst Jacob being the best friend he is, babysat Mason. Tom and you knew once you got done walking through the beautiful home that it was perfect. 

You both did some talking with the realtor, sorting out some things with the house and land, but in the end, you both decided that it was too perfect to pass up. A couple more hours of signing papers and details that Tom ended up taking over, you both were now the new owners of a gorgeous home.

Needless to say you both were extremely excited.

Once you both returned to the apartment Tom was eager to break the news to Jacob, who was super happy for the both of you. You let the two boys talk while you took Mason back to your room, getting a bottle ready for him.

Over the course of a couple weeks you both moved things out of the apartment and into your new house, with the help of Jacob, Harrison, and Madison of course. Once everything was finally moved in you all had dinner and relaxed. 

You were extremely thankful to have such amazing friends.

Weeks after you started living in your new house, things were going great, you both along with Mason were the happiest you’d ever been. However, you were nowhere near prepared for what was about to happen.

You came home one day after being out with Madison, she had wanted to do a fun girls day, of course you were a bit anxious, you didn’t want to leave Mason, but Tom convinced you to go have fun and that he could watch him.

So, you ended up going out with her and having a blast, you didn’t realize how bad you needed to get out and let go. You both ended up getting your hair and nails done, along with some lovely shopping. 

By the time you arrived back at your house it was evening, you bid Madison goodbye, making your way up to your front door, only to enter and see rose petals scattered along the floor, small lit candles making a path for you to follow. 

You couldn’t help but smile, shaking your head at how adorable he was being. You set your bags down at the door, following the lit path and rose petals that lead you outside to the backyard. However, Tom was nowhere to be found.

You glanced around the yard, your eyes landing on a small folded up letter on the glass table.

My dearest Y/N, 

As you can see I’m nowhere to be found, but what you can find is a stunning red dress that I know you’d look gorgeous in. Meet me at our favorite place. 

Love, Tom

You couldn’t help but smile widely at his cheesiness, but you loved it just as much. You opened the box that was underneath the letter, a beautiful red dress sitting prettily in it. With zero hesitation you rushed back into the house, slipping into the dress, admiring how it hugged your body in all the right places.

You made sure your makeup and hair looked good, and then you headed down the stairs, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door. The drive to the area wasn’t too long, you knew it like the back of your hand. 

About ten minutes later you pulled up to the place, the sun had begun to set, causing the sky to turn into a beautiful sunset. You got out of the car, seeing more rose petals and candles creating a path for you.

You began to follow them along the wooden path, your eyes widening when you saw Tom standing in the middle of the field. His head snapped over towards you, his eyes drinking you in as you smiled warmly at him. 

He looked extremely good, he was dressed up in a black suit, his hair slightly gelled back but not too much to the point where you couldn’t see his curls. The river of water flowed behind him, as a light warm breeze blew. 

You carefully made your way towards him, your nerves skyrocketing as you got closer. Eventually you made it up to him, a happy yet nervous smile on your face as you stood in front of him. 

“I see you found my note.” He grinned teasingly, making you laugh and nod your head as he grabbed your hands gently in his. “This whole thing is beautiful Tom, the dress, the roses and candles, our place, the sunset.” You gushed, a wide smile on your lips as he smiled adoringly at you.

“I’m glad you like it.” He rubbed your hands with the pads of his thumbs. “Like it? Tom I love it, this is perfect.” You smiled at him as he grinned. “I do have to ask though, what is all of this for? Did I forget a date night?” You tilted your head at him slightly, watching as he inhaled a deep breath.

“No, no you didn’t forget a date night.” He let out a small chuckle, clearing his throat as his nerves started to set in. 

“I did all of this because tonight is a special night, it’s something I’ve been wanting to do for a while, but it was never the right time, until now.” He nervously spoke, his eyes fixed on yours as you felt your heart starting to race in your chest. 

“The day we met I knew that you were the one, of course we had our ups and downs but that just made us stronger into who we are today.” Tom began, licking his lips as he held your hands in his, his palms getting sweaty.

“I was a broken guy who slept with random girls to fill a void I was missing, I never knew what love was, until I met you.” He smiled warmly at you, making you smile in response. “I look at us now and I always think, ‘wow, I am so lucky to have this wonderful person in my life, I don’t know what I’d do without them.’” He chuckled, making you laugh quietly with him, tears rimming your eyes.

“Not only that but we have our amazing son Mason and I couldn’t be more grateful.” He beamed, squeezing your hands. 

“Y/N, you have brought so much happiness and joy into my life, I love waking up with you sleeping next to me, I love taking care of Mason with you, I love making so many memories together, but most importantly, I love you so much, so..” He paused, letting go of your hands as he got down on one knee, pulling a small black box out of his jacket pocket.

You covered your mouth with your hands, tears slipping down your cheeks as he opened the box revealing the most gorgeous diamond ring you had ever seen. 

“Y/N, will you marry me?” He looked up at you, his own eyes brimming with tears as you nodded your head rapidly. “Yes! One hundred percent yes!” You cried out as he quickly stood, taking a step towards you as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. 

You both broke away, laughter leaving both your mouths as tears slipped down each of your cheeks. Tom held your hand, slipping the blinding ring onto your finger with shaky hands.

“I love you so much.” He murmured, pulling you in for another kiss as you smiled against his lips, “I love you so much more.” You whispered against his, making him smile widely in response.

What you didn’t expect next was for all your friends to emerge out of hiding, cheers erupting from their mouths making you and Tom both smile brightly. Madison was holding Mason while Harrison was taking pictures of the entire proposal. Jacob was clapping and holding a bottle of champagne.

Needless to say, it was the most magical and special proposal you’d ever had.

“You’re still in bed?” You heard your husband chuckle, your eyes darting over to see him all dressed and looking sexy as ever. “Of course, it’s comfy here, plus I was just thinking about the day you proposed to me.” You grinned at him as his cheeks flushed a light shade of red.

“That day and our wedding day will forever be two of my most favorite moments in life.” He smiled lovingly at you, walking over and pressing a short kiss to your lips. “What are the other ones?” You questioned, curious about what he was going to say. 

“Well obviously having Mason and Henry.” Tom stated as if it was basic knowledge, making you snort in response as he smirked at you. “Now go get ready, we have less than three hours to get the house prepped and to tell everyone the big news.” Tom squinted his eyes at you making you laugh and raise your hands in surrender.

“Alright! I’m going, I'm going!” You smiled as you got out of bed, waving him off as you went into the bathroom this time. You spent the next twenty minutes getting ready and tidying up the bedroom. Once you were satisfied with how everything looked, you headed out of the bedroom.

You made your way down the stairs, hearing numerous voices filling your ears as you walked into the kitchen, a smile forming on your lips as you saw Tom helping Mason and Henry. “Look at my three little helpers.” You cooed, hands on your hips as Tom grinned at you, Mason and Henry running over towards you.

“Mom! Look what we did!” Mason tugged on your hand excitedly as Henry held your other hand. You let the boys walk you over towards the counter, your face lighting up at the vase of followers. 

“These are beautiful boys, did you cut them to fit the vase all by yourselves?” You beamed at the two of them as they nodded excitedly, eyes wide. “Yes! With daddy’s help.” Henry giggled, making you laugh and pull them both in for a hug.

“Well they look amazing, uncle Harrison and aunt Maddie are going to love them.” You ruffled their hair as they let out a chorus of laughter. Tom however was simply standing off to the side and watching the entire thing, his heart warming at the three people he loved the most. 

“Boys, do you want to help me go grab some drinks from the garage?” Tom chimed in, seeing their heads snap over in pure excitement of helping. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh as they went running off in the direction of the garage, a grin on Tom’s lips as he winked at you, following after the two kids.

While Tom had the kids distracted for a moment you spent the next couple minutes organizing the kitchen, making it look presentable and tidy. Once they came back they helped place the drinks on the table, before going outside to play for a bit.

You and Tom spent that time fixing up the rest of the main floor, picking up shoes and toys. Soon enough you heard the doorbell ring throughout the house before footsteps and voices could be heard.

“Your favorite people are here!” Madison announced as she walked into the kitchen, a beaming smile on her face as a guy followed behind her. “Oooh, who is this?” You teased, raising your eyebrows as Madison smiled widely, wrapping her arm around the guys bicep. 

“You remember Andrew right?” She wiggled her eyebrows as your eyes widened in surprise. “It’s about damn time!” You cheered, making her and Andrew laugh in response. “It took some time, but he finally asked me to be his girlfriend.” She beamed as Andrew kissed her forehead gently.

“I wasted so much time, I don’t know what the past me was thinking.” He chuckled, making the both of you smile. “Well, I’m glad you two are finally together, you make a great couple and seem so happy.” You congratulated them as Madison broke away from Andrew to give you a hug.

You eventually broke away, walking over to give Andrew a welcoming hug as well and telling him to make himself at home. You knew how much Madison liked Andrew, she had been crushing on him for as long as you could remember. You felt your heart sore at the sight of them, she deserved nothing but happiness and she was finally getting it.

You decided to let them be on their own, going to look for Tom when you heard another pair of voices enter the house. The familiar blonde hair coming into view, a girl also following behind him, as well as Jacob.

You smiled warmly at them all as Tom walked into the kitchen, a smile on his lips as he did his hand shake with the two of them.

“Hey man, I’m glad you all could make it.” Tom greeted them, his eyes landing on the girl then back at Harrison. He gave a small grin as Tom’s eyes widened in surprise.

You however watched this entire interaction in confusion, until your eyes darted down to the girls hand. Your jaw dropping in shock, eyes wide as you made the connection.

“Everyone, this is Natalie, my fiancée.” Harrison introduced her as all of you clapped and cheered, making the two of them blush and laugh. “We’re so happy for the both of you.” Jacob congratulated them as they smiled lovingly at one another.

“I knew you’d find your person.” You smiled happily at the blonde as he smiled back. “Thank you for always believing in me.” He spoke softly, giving you a side hug as you returned it. “Always.” You smiled.

Once you two let go you glanced over at Madison who lifted her glass into the air, clanking a knife against it. “Since we’re doing introductions, I’d also like to introduce you all to someone.” She grinned as Andrew stood beside her, his face flushed.

“Everyone this is my boyfriend Andrew, Andrew this is Tom, Harrison, Natalie, and Jacob.” Madison spoke happily as they all greeted each other. “It’s about time you two got together.” Tom grinned as Harrison and Jacob smirked to one another.

“Does everyone know how much you liked me?” Andrew teased as Madison laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I wasn’t exactly subtle about it.” She admitted, making you all laugh, shaking your heads at the two of them.

You all talked for a while, catching up and just having a good time together, eventually Mason and Henry came inside saying they were hungry. You all then decided to eat, grabbing all different types of foods that were spread out on the numerous counters.

You all gathered around your outdoor table, chatting amongst each other, sharing stories and laughing. This was the happiest you had seen everyone in a while, nobody once showed any signs of unhappiness or negativity. 

You were listening to Madison and Andrew tell a story about a girl they work with, everyone’s focus on them when you felt Tom’s hand grip your thigh gently. Looking over at him he rose his eyebrows at you in a questioning manner as you smiled at him, nodding your head.

You both waited for them to finish telling the story, laughter leaving all of your mouths as Mason and Henry ate their food happily, not fazed by them talking at all.

Once everyone’s laughter died down, Tom rose from his chair, clearing his throat as everyone’s attention focused on him. “I just wanted to start off by saying thank you all for coming, Y/N and I love having you all over, as do Mason and Henry.” He chuckled as the boys smiled goofily at him in response.

“However, Y/N and I have been keeping something from you all for a while, two things actually.” Tom grinned, watching as curious expressions washed over their faces. “We wanted to hold this little gathering to tell you all the amazing news because you’re such important people in our lives.” He explained as everyone smiled at him in response.

“Come on Holland, you’re killing us here.” Madison teased, eager to know what the big surprise was. Tom let out a laugh as did everyone else as he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay okay, the first half of the big news is..” He trailed off, a bright smile on his face.

“I got the role as Spiderman, I’m going to be in the next Marvel movie!” He excitedly spoke, watching as everyone’s eyes widened in pure shock and surprise as you beamed up at him. “That’s amazing man!” Harrison cheered, standing up within an instant and giving his friend a tight hug.

“Wow that’s crazy! I can totally see it though!” Madison congratulated, excusing herself from her chair, joining the hug with Tom and Harrison. “How long have you been keeping that a secret mate?” Harrison chuckled as Tom smirked.

“For the past couple months, it’s been hard, you know how bad I am at keeping spoilers.” Tom laughed as you nodded your head in agreement. “You have no idea how many times I had to cut him off or stop him from accidentally almost posting something on social media.” You teased, making him pout in response.

“It was only a couple of times!” He whined, making you all laugh as you rolled your eyes playfully. “Sure Tommy, whatever you say.” You cooed, making him smile in response. 

“Wait, you said there was something else as well that you wanted to tell us?” Madison spoke up, now standing next to Harrison who looked at everyone then back at Tom. “Yes! You are right.” He nodded his head, clapping his hands.

“However, this part is connected to my new job, except it’s not my place to share it.” He grinned happily as his eyes landed on Jacob who rose from his seat. “I also got a job, I needed to get away from my old one, so I took a leap of faith and I auditioned with Tom and I ended up getting the role of Peter Parker’s best friend, Ned Leeds.” He stated happily as everyone clapped loudly.

“That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you!” Madison cheered, giving him a hug as well as Harrison grinned at his two friends. “Wow so many good things are happening for everyone.” Natalie smiled warmly at the group of people surrounding her.

“It gets better though.” Tom chimed in, catching everyone’s attention once more. “I was told I could have an assistant.” He suggestively spoke, his eyes training over towards Harrison whose eyes widened in shock.

“Wait- Are you?” He stammered as Tom nodded his head, seeing Harrison’s face light up. He quickly turned to Natalie, wanting her opinion as she smiled warmly at him. “It’s a great opportunity Haz, take it.” She encouraged him as he pulled her in for a tight hug, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I love you so much.” He murmured as she whispered it back.

He broke away eventually, turning to face his friend as he held his hand out. “You got yourself an assistant mate.” He grinned as Tom shook his hand excitedly, an ecstatic expression on his face.

“This day just keeps getting better and better.” Madison laughed as Andrew wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “It’s not even done yet.” You smirked, seeing her jaw drop in response. “There’s more news? Lord what have you all been up to.” She laughed as you also stood from your chair, walking next to Tom.

“Well, as you know we live in a beautiful home now, we have our two amazing boys who are busy engulfing that blueberry pie.” You paused to laugh as everyone looked over at the two of them shoveling forkfuls of the sugary substance.

You shook your head in amusement as you trained your focus back on everyone, “Tom and I were talking a while ago about something and well..” You turned to look at your husband who was already beaming with excitement. 

“Wait hold on, are you-” Madison began, eyes wide as Tom grinned happily. “We’re pregnant again!” He cheered as everyone let out gasps of surprise as you both laughed.

“No freakin’ way!” Madison shouted excitedly, rushing over to give you a tight hug as Harrison and Jacob went to hug Tom. Natalie and Andrew smiled at the group, even though they were new they could see how much they all meant to each other.

“This is insane! You’re having another little Holland.” She screeched, making you laugh as you nodded your head. “Crazy right? We decided we wanted to have one more, Tom’s really hoping it’ll be a girl.” You smiled warmly at your friend as she covered her mouth, still in shock.

You glanced behind her seeing Andrew watching from his seat, you waved him over as he smiled and walked up to the both of you. “Congratulations Y/N.” He smiled as you thanked him. 

“Who knows, maybe you two will be having your own little kids running around soon.” You wiggled your eyebrows at the two of them as they both let out laughs. “Hey now, slow down there, we’re nowhere near ready for that yet.” Madison shook her head as Andrew smirked. 

“We’re taking everything one step at a time.” He agreed, nodding his head as Madison kissed his cheek gently. “That’s good to hear, I’m truly so happy for the two of you again.” You smiled at the two of them, rubbing Madison’s shoulder before breaking off to go over to Tom.

“So you’re going to have three little ones running around soon huh?” Harrison grinned as you walked up to Tom, wrapping your arm around his bicep. “Yup, and I can’t wait.” He chuckled as you leaned your head against his arm.

“Well, I can already tell that they’re going to grow up in a wonderful and loving family.” Natalie chimed in making your heart warm at her words. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say.” You replied happily as Harrison wrapped an arm around her waist.

“If there’s anyone who’s fit for parenthood it’s you two.” Harrison agreed, making Tom smile. “Thanks mate, that means a lot.” He nodded his head at his friend as Jacob smiled. “Today really has been full of surprises huh?” He chuckled, making everyone laugh.

“It really has.” Harrison agreed, chuckling as Madison and Andrew walked up to them, glasses of champagne being handed out. “Not for you though, you get some lovely apple cider.” She teased, making you laugh.

Once everyone had a glass she raised hers into the air.

“I wanted to start this speech off by saying thank you for inviting us all here today, it means a lot that you would want to share all of this with us.” She began, looking around at everyone. 

“That being said, here’s to friendship, family members who couldn’t be here with us today but are in spirit; along with family members we haven’t met yet, and new opportunities.” She smiled as she spoke as everyone listened quietly.

“We have all grown so much over the past years and I can’t wait for more amazing things to happen for all of us. I love you all.” She sniffled, getting slightly emotional as everyone smiled. She let out a quiet laugh, raising her glass out to everyone.

“Cheers to that!” Tom shouted as everyone cheered along with him, glasses clinking together as everyone took a sip.

After that Jacob decided to turn some music on, grooving around to the tunes as Madison and Andrew joined him, Harrison and Natalie joining as well. Whilst Mason and Henry were busy playing around in the yard as you turned to look at Tom.

He tilted his head down to look at you, his warm brown eyes scanning over your face as you made a funny face at him. He couldn’t help but laugh before pressing a soft loving kiss to your lips. 

The kiss was short and sweet, but you could feel every ounce of love he put into it, something you’d cherish forever.

You both glanced around the backyard, looking at all the people that meant the world to you, content smiles on both of your faces as you held each other's hands. Tom’s thumb rubbing over yours as a smirk made its way onto his lips as he dragged you out to the dance floor. 

You let out a laugh as he pulled you close to his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist as yours comfortably hung around his neck, your bodies swaying together. Laughter soon filled the air as everyone danced, having a blast together.

It was as if the skies cleared and the sun finally shone down on everyone.

Tom smiled down at you as you caressed his cheek lovingly.

“This is it huh?” You hummed, watching as he let out a chuckle. “Seems that way, things are only going to go up from here.” He replied happily, making you smile. 

“As long as I’m with you, nothing else matters.” You murmured, his heart racing at your words as if it was the first time he heard them. “You complete me Y/N, forever and always.” He softly spoke, before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate kiss.

You eventually broke apart, your heart thumping wildly in your chest as he held you close, his eyes pouring into yours as you melted in his touch. You caressed his cheek once more, pulling him back in for a soft kiss.

“Forever and always.”

The End. 

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[breakablebarnes]

really think i’m going to start writing fics again 🤔

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[piscesparker]

Newbie T.H

fuckboy!tom

Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, usual typos

You were sitting in your classroom reading through your textbook and waiting for the professor to come, when all of a sudden the sound of whispers followed by an eruption of laughter coming from the group of frat boys caught your attention. You raised your head and look at them through the frames of you glasses only to see all of them looking at you making you even more self-conscious  

Shifting your attention back your book you heard an even louder sound of laughter erupt from them; of course they must've been talking about you, there was no doubt there. If anyone had handed you a surprise test you would have aced it, but if you were put at any social event you would pass out just at the thought of, that is why college was a nightmare. You had no idea how these bozos could go to a party every second day and yet be alive at this point.

Soon enough the lecture was over and you were collecting your things to head to your next class, you realized that the only way to do so was to pass the group of boys. Clutching on to your things you successfully passed their posse, or so you thought.

"Hey Y/n!" One of them called out, you grimaced before turning, "We're having this party today would you like to come?" He teased. No one had ever seen you at any party and now it was just a teasing game to them, but you hated being a goody-too-shoes. "Knock it off guys," A certain brown haired said as he himself tried to hold back his laughter, "I'm sure she doesn't time to let loose, she must be having a tea party with her stuffed animals." He teased as they all burst into fits of laughter making you storm out in anger, you had enough of it and now it was your turn to have your fun.

Walking up to the door of the frat house in you blue dress  that barely reached your knees, a shiver running down your spine as the wind began to pick up. There was no need to knock on the gigantic doors of the house they were already open. Entering the house it looked like every typical frat party you had seen in movies and tv shows, butterflies interrupting in your stomach as you walked around.

There were many students from your classes who were there and were shocked to see you; of course it was your first ever party because you had no idea what you were supposed to do. The music boomed around the house as you walked deeper in, hoping to find someone you know, and you did but not in the position you expected to see them. The same mope of brown curls that teased you earlier, Tom, he had his hands wrapped around some girls waist and making out with her. You internally gagged at the site and began to walk away thinking it was a bad idea.

You were almost out the door when the faint calling of your name reached your ears over the music. It was the same boy who was just pushing his tongue down that girls throat moments ago, "Hey you made it!" He exclaimed and pulled you into a hug, hesitantly you were in his embrace and inhaling his cologne mixed with alcohol.

"Sorry I was just about to leave."

"What why?" he asked.

"Isn't it kind of obvious? I don't belong here." You said wrapping your arms around your self.

"That's because you haven't given it a chance, come on!" He stated and took your hand, dragging you back in. "Wait here." He said, leaving you stranded in one corner. Moments later he came back with a red solo cup in one hand and a bottle of beer in the other, "Here." He said handing you the cup. "What's this?" You asked.

"Well I'm assuming you've never had alcohol so I got you coke."

"I thought you would be corrupting me." You raised an eyebrow. He smirked and lowered his head, his lips near your ear, "Baby steps darling." He whispered, your cheeks turning into a tint of red at the sound of that nickname. And that's when you thought, 'Screw baby steps'.

You caught him off guard by snatching the beer bottle from his hand and downing almost half the bottle in a go. "Woah, woah slow down there!" He coaxed, your face scrunching up when the bottle left your lips. It might have been little but your head was already spinning a bit.

"You okay?" He chuckled at the sight of how adorable you looked, you nodded and reached again for the bottle when he stopped you, "Normally I would allow this but I'm cutting you off."

"What? Come on, let me have it!" You whined, he tried to stop you by putting his hand behind his back, trying to reach out for it you realized how your arms were around him; standing chest to chest as you stared into his chocolate brown like eyes. "Tom!" His friend called him causing the two to brake eyes contact. Taking the opportunity you took the bottle out of his grip, and making a run for it. He chased you, pushing himself through the sea of people, this is the first time he's ever done anything like this, being secretly glad that you came.

You downed the entire bottle and waited behind a pillar waiting for Tom, when suddenly his strong arms wrapped around your waist, your back was pressed against his strong chest as he spun you around; a giggle escaping your lips. "I'm cutting you off." He laughed putting you down as you turned and faced him, wrapping your arms around his neck; you were clearly drunk.

A surge of confidence came over you, "Kiss me." You whispered.

"No."

"Why not?" You whined.

"This isn't like you."

"Then what is like me?"

"Being a cute nerd is like more you."

"You think I'm cute?" You furrowed your eyebrows as he shrugged, a small smile crept on his lips. "You should get home y/n."

"What aren't you going to bed me?" You asked him, "Isn't this what you do? Get a girl drunk and then sleep with her?"

"Yeah, but you're not the type of girl to have one night stands with." You gave him a confused look, "You're the type of girl I'd take on dates and stuff." He confessed, okay so maybe he had been harboring a crush over you and that is why he acted like a dick and teased you.  "Did I make you go all soft?" He nodded answering your question. "Then kiss me." He did smiling into the kiss as did you.

Who knew just a kiss could make him a changed man, and he even proved you by asking you out the next day, and taking you on cute little dates further on. He paid no mind to the teasing of how soft he went for you by his friends as long as he was with you, nothing could get to him.  

a/n: I have no idea what I have written 😂

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[spidey-sophie]

Feeling very inspired at the moment (me?? inspired??) and have two ideas and I love both of them equally atm. So I need your help to decide which one should I write first??

Richkid!Tom x richkid!Reader (slow burn aka accidental meetings aka will they - won't they?)

You've been overprotected and under a spotlight for your entire life. After yet another boring gala filled with arguments with your mother you storm outside. It is there where you meet an intriguing and beautiful stranger who offers you a shoulder to cry on, some drink and lots of fun.

Fuckboy!Tom x Reader (friends to lovers)

After series of unsuccessful dates, you swear you won't meet, use tinder or go on dates with anyone else for a month. To make things more fun, you dare your best friend, a notorious fuckboy, to join you and don't have sex with anyone for a month.

Help me and vote here ! 💗

P.s. those are just rough summaries, both fics are outlined and planned to evolve into a lot more. Both will contain smut, so as usual, minors dni.

P.p.s. the poll is anonymous!

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