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Magnetic // Tom Blyth

Pairing // Tom Blyth x reader

Every summer your friend group goes on a trip together for a week. This year they all decided on a lake house a few hours away from where you guys live. You don’t know much about it except that it’s secluded somewhere in the woods. You don’t ever ask too many questions about where you’re going since your best friend is always the planner and you’re just happy to get out of town. Plus, she’s never let down your expectations before. In all honesty though, it wouldn’t really matter where you ended up. You and your friends can make a fun time out of anywhere. 

After what felt like a lifetime of counting down the days, the morning of the trip has finally come. Your friends insisted on taking one car and although you’re so excited for this trip, you’re absolutely dreading riding in a crammed car. But again, you’re just happy to get out of town and give life a break, so you don’t complain. There is one other thing that you’re not looking forward to though. Being around Tom. Tom got introduced to the friend group a few years ago through another mutual friend, and at first it was innocent. He was fun to be around, and then it turned into missing him when you aren’t with him. He had this contagious laugh that always made you laugh too, and then it turned into you doing anything to make him laugh just so you can hear it again. If you could put your headphones in and listen to his laugh like a song on repeat, you would. You fell for him, hard. It’s getting harder every time you see him to keep your feelings inside. You were initially going to keep it a secret because you don’t want to be that friend that puts weird feelings into the friend group, and more than anything you don’t want to do anything that would jeopardize yours and Tom’s friendship. You had to tell someone though. It was killing you, so you told your best friend. You swore her to secrecy, so she’s the only other one who knows. 

Okay so yes, you do want to be around him this week. So bad. But you don’t because it hurts.

You’re loading your bags into the trunk of the car when you feel a familiar presence come behind you and throw his bags in on top of yours. Tom. You throw a shy smile on your face and turn to look at him to see him already looking down at you with a smile on his face as well. You take in his smile and feel of small stab in your heart at how beautiful it is. 

“Sit with me,” he says coolly. 

You feel like you’re back in middle school or something as words that simple made your heart skip a beat. You nod your head and hop in the car and crawl over seats to the very back of the car. Your best friend rented a big SUV since none of you own a car big enough to hold all of you for a road trip. He follows behind and starts to climb in beside you. You can’t help but throw your head back in laughter at how he struggles to maneuver his tall body through the car seats. When he finally throws his body beside yours, he throws you a playful punch to the arm for making fun of him. That’s always been one of the greatest things between you and Tom; it’s always easy and lighthearted. When his arm falls from the playful punch, his hand lands on top of yours. For some reason it stopped time for both of you and neither one of you move. It’s not like you and Tom haven’t innocently touched before through hugs or handshakes, so you can’t explain the magnetic pull towards him that a simple touch created. His hand still on yours, you look over at him to search his face for any sign of it reading that he feels it too. Before either of you can say anything or read into the moment anymore, your friends start loudly piling into the car with excitement on their faces instantly breaking the moment between the two of you. You pull your hand away to reach over the seat in front of you to greet your friends with hugs from behind. Neither you nor Tom acknowledged the moment again.

Hours later, the SUV pulled into the driveway of the lake house. Calling the scenery beautiful would be an understatement, it was like something out of a movie. The trees were bigger and greener than any tree you’ve ever seen in your life, and they seemed to go on for miles and miles. Just out front of the house was the lake. The sunlight danced across the slow ripples of the waves giving you a happy nostalgic feeling. As you’re taking in the beauty of your surroundings, your friends come rushing past you from behind running towards the lake with roaring laughs, attitudes of pure bliss and ripping off their clothes down to their undergarments. You smile at the fact that they couldn’t even wait to put their stuff up before jumping into the lake. This moment is everything to you; something you’ll remember forever. Feeling thankful for them and everything surrounding you, you start running with them while also stripping down to your bra and underwear. The sound of laughter in the air is music to your ears. You halfway turn around as you’re approaching the dock to see Tom behind you staring at you with a smile on his face. 

“Come on!” you shout through a smile. 

Tom ripped off his shirt followed by his pants, never taking his eyes off you with a smile plastered across his face. Forget the scenery around you. That was the most beautiful sight you’ve ever seen. He runs after you and with his legs being twice as long as yours, you both reach the edge of the dock at the same time, and you jump in together.  

You break the surface of the water a split second before Tom does, and when he comes up his eyes immediately find yours from a few feet away. It hurts how badly you want to swim over to him and wrap your arms around him, but before you can get sucked too deeply into that daydream, he is swimming over to you. 

You say nothing as you watch him approach you, and you feel like time is moving in slow motion. Your friend’s chatters and splashes disappear around you and its only you and him in that lake. He reaches you and says nothing. But it’s not awkward, you’re just in this moment together, looking at each other. You can’t explain it... but whatever is happening, you don’t want it to end. Then he speaks. 

“I wanted to hold your hand.” 

Your breath hitches but you say nothing. You don’t know what to say. 

“In the car,” he continues, “I was hoping you wouldn’t move your hand away.”

Before you can even think about what he just said to you, your heart spoke for you. You replied, “then hold it.” 

He immediately moved to grab your hands, but he didn’t stop there. He pulled you into him, inviting your body to wrap around his. He lifted your hands to wrap them around his neck and you swear your bodies fit together like they were made for each other.  You don’t know how long you stayed like that. Ten seconds... ten minutes?

“She told me,” Tom whispered softly. 

You immediately knew he was talking about your best friend. You look around the lake to find her. You see her atop your friends’ shoulders trying to win a game of chicken, and you find her already looking at you with a wink waiting to be thrown in your direction. Tom could see your face start to change with panic, or disbelief, or embarrassment. you don’t know, maybe all of it.

“Don’t be upset with her, I wouldn’t have known how to tell you how I feel if she didn’t encourage me.” 

Your face leaves hers and turns back to him. 

Through burning cheeks, you shyly ask, “how do you feel?”

You’re inspecting his face waiting for his answer when you see his eyes slowly drop down to your lips, and you feel that magnetic pull again. This time you’re not going to leave him wishing you didn’t pull away. You grab his face and kiss him. The way he kissed you back told you exactly how he felt about you. He kissed you like you were his air. 

You hear your friends cheer obnoxiously behind you. One of them shouts “finally!” and you suddenly become aware of the fact that they all knew. You pull away from the kiss with a laugh and a euphoric feeling. You know this is going to be your favorite trip you’ve been on so far.

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Say Don't Go // Tom Blyth

Pairing // Tom Blyth x reader

//known it from the very start, we’re a shot in the darkest dark.//

You knew coming into this movie a several months ago that you couldn’t let your feelings for your co-star, Tom, go to your head. From the first reading you two shared, there was something inside of you that longed for him. You couldn’t decipher whether it was his wavy brown hair that made his baby blue eyes stand out, his charming British accent, or his easiness that made being around him so comfortable. Probably all of it. Meeting him flipped some sort of switch inside of you that made you think about him 24/7 and you couldn’t turn it off.  If you knew taking the movie was going to hurt this bad, you probably wouldn’t have taken it. But how could you not? This was your first big break after doing smaller acting gigs for years, and with the movie being based on a New York Times bestselling book it was already going to be a hit. The internal battle naturally ended with you convincing yourself that you could suppress these feelings until filming was over and then move on to your next job. If anything, you could use these feelings to your advantage and allow them to show during takes. You knew you were a great actor. It was proven when you landed this role of a lifetime, but there was no need for acting when it came to you two playing love interests. At least on your side anyway. You’ve come to love him, but you knew you couldn’t. He had a girlfriend.  

You quickly snap back to reality from daydreaming about him as he casually calls out “hey,” from across the room where he just finished shooting his last scene of the day. He swiftly throws on his jacket, slings his bag over his shoulder and then walks towards you with a delicate smile on his face that makes your heart do a small flip in your chest. His smile is the most beautiful smile you swear you’ve ever seen. 

“Want to go grab a bite?” he asks breaking you from daydreaming. Again. 

Of course you want to say yes, but spending a million hours a day with him already has your heart in shambles. No need to add to the heartbreak. Although recently, you’ve been filming scenes separately and haven’t seen him around as much. It’s hard not to miss him. Feelings aside, you’ve found a true friendship in him. You just wish your heart would’ve allowed the feelings to stay at a friendship level.

“I don’t know, it’s been a long day and I-”

“No excuses,” he playfully cut you off. “I was getting used to having you around so much.” His smile faded slightly as he paused and looked into your eyes like he wanted to say something more, then decided not to. A short moment passed then he continued, “I know even if you’re not hungry you’re always down for a drink.” He winked as he finished that last sentence. He was right. He doesn’t know that you drink around him to swallow your feelings though.  He grabbed you by the arm and said, “come on, first glass on me.” You can’t help the pink that rushes to your cheeks as he leads you towards the exit.

There’s a small pub about a block away from where your movie is being filmed. It’s become an all too familiar place as it’s where you find yourselves whenever you get a chance for a break. The food is decent, the drinks are good, and it’s a chill, private atmosphere. No one bothers you and you can simply just be. A pang of bitter sweetness hits you as you realize you’re going to deeply miss this place when filming wraps.

You find your usual booth near the back while Tom stops at the bar for the drink that he promised you. You take in the warm and comfortable atmosphere and feel thankful for evenings like this. A few minutes go by before he slides into the seat across from you with drinks and some fries for you two to split. 

“So where is your girlfriend tonight?” you ask genuinely curious because it’s already getting late, and you’re surprised that he didn’t want to head home to her. Or to the hotel rather since she sometimes comes into town to be with him. 

“She’s out of town right now on a job, and currently working crazier hours than we are.” he states. 

You found it shocking that anyone could work more hours than you’re already putting in, but his girlfriend is also in the film industry, so you understand that it just comes with the territory.  “Ah, I see.” you say before sipping down some wine. You smile lightly at the fact that he knew your favorite without having to tell him. 

Before long you check the time and realize that 2 hours have flown by. You’re shocked every single time by how quickly time goes by when you’re with him. You wish it didn’t. Then you start realizing how quickly the whole thing is flying by. The filming, the long days on set starting to feel like short ones when you look back on them, the early mornings spent around your hair and makeup crew, the coffee runs to make it through the longest days, the laughs shared between everyone, and of course evenings like these. Fuck you’re going to miss these evenings. You feel a deep ache in your chest as you already feel this moment turning into a memory. It’ll all be over and gone too quickly. He will be over and gone too quickly. Suddenly your thoughts are racing one hundred miles per hour. You want to tell him that you hope you can still stay friends even after all the press runs and you’ve moved onto future separate projects. You want to tell him how much you love his friendship and how it's come to mean so much to you over these past several months, and how much you’ve loved every memory that you’ve made together, and how much you love him-   “I love you.” you spit out before you even had time to stop yourself.

Time stood still. 

You are in utter disbelief with yourself and more than anything you just want to run and hide. You would do anything to be anywhere else in this moment.  You knew it was the alcohol talking. You knew you should’ve only had one glass. But one quickly turned into three, and anyone who knows you knows that three may as well have been five or six. 

You stare blankly at each other. His face is unreadable. You secretly pray to whoever is listening that this is just a dream. 

“I just mean that I’m so thankful that you got cast with me. I couldn’t have asked for a better person… I’m going to miss this, and I love you for everything you’ve done to help make this something unforgettable.”  you ramble hoping that was a nice enough save to cover your ass. 

//the waiting is a sadness, fading into madness.//

There’s only silence between you two. There are a few other people in the pub enjoying drinks in comfortable presences around you, sharing laughs and you find yourself jealous that you’re not them right now. You feel yourself slipping into madness as the stillness between you and Tom drags on. You find yourself holding your breath in fear over the fact that you can’t tell what he’s thinking right now. You and Tom have always been able to read each other ever since you got close. Spending countless days with someone allows that to happen eventually. But right now, you’re even more scared that he could read you. Did he see past the excuse you tried to make? What if you haven’t been hiding your feelings as well as you thought you have?  Does he know how you feel about him? You’re convinced he knows now. You can’t wait for him to speak anymore; you need to leave. You need fresh air. Or literally anything else. You begin sliding out of the booth and you feel his rough hands land on top on yours, stopping you. His eyes demand eye contact with yours. His eyes as blue as the prettiest ocean you can imagine, his eyes that feel like home, you give in. 

“Tell me.” He begs with a softness to his voice that you aren’t sure you’ve heard before. 

This time there’s no questioning what he’s thinking. You know he’s asking for truth. Of course he knows you well enough to have read through the lame excuse. You retract your hands and fall back against the booth seat trying to regain comfortability, but there’s nothing comfortable about this. 

“You already know,” you whisper then sigh before continuing, “I meant it.”

//why’d you whisper in the dark just to leave me in the night?//

You brush your anxieties to the side and look up at his face. He looks…sad? Are tears forming in the corners of his eyes? You’re not talking anymore, it’s his turn. 

“I love you, too.” 

You’re paralyzed by his words, but you can tell by the way he said it that it’s not that easy. There are too many improbabilities forcing you two apart. You should be happy at his confession. Instead, you’re left feeling emptier than before. It’s almost worse knowing he feels this way but will ultimately return to the one he loves most. You wish you never would have spoken. You wish he would’ve just pretended to not hear you say it. Anything other than this, because you know what comes next. Work will continue around drowned out feelings that can’t be acknowledged from this moment forward. Neither of you have to say it, you can feel it. This night will stay a secret. 

Through falling tears, you and Tom share a look of understanding. You love each other. But you can’t. This time when you slide out of the booth and walk toward the exit of the tiny pub that was once a happy place now turned into a heartbreaking memory, he doesn’t stop you. Halfway to the door, you’re holding out hope for him to say, “don’t go.” You would’ve stayed forever if he did.

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