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The door in front of you looked vaguely familiar, but not enough for you to push through the drunken haze of your mind. You leaned forward, your forehead thumping against the door. A moment later, it swung open, a strong arm catching you before you could faceplant into his living room carpet, the familiar warmth of his touch making you frown.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked softly, making you grimace. Tom’s voice had always been so comforting to you, and this was no exception either. You resisted the urge to wrap your arms around him and inhale his scent like you used to.

Two months ago, you had picked a fight with Tom over how much he’d been working. He was almost never home, and when he was, he seemed absent. You’d gone crazy with loneliness and said some things you didn’t mean. What had officially sunk the relationship, though, was Tom lashing out at you in return. You deserved it at the time, but of course, things had escalated and before you knew it, you broke up with the love of your life. You hadn’t seen him since.

“Are you drunk?” He asked, pushing you back onto your feet as his eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Y/N?” He murmured when you didn’t respond, tucking some hair behind your ear and you tried to ignore the way your heart hummed in satisfaction at the fact that he still cared for you. You resisted the urge to press your lips to his and beg for forgiveness.

“You’re an asshole.” You whispered hoarsely, tears springing to your eyes as the words he’d said to you that night sprung into your head. “I hate you.”

“Come on, darling. You don’t mean that.” He sighed, rubbing his thumbs along your biceps and up to the back of your neck. “Please tell me you don’t mean that.” He begged, pressing his forehead to yours. “Please tell me you don’t mean it because I don’t know if my heart can take it if you do. I miss you, Y/N, and god knows I never stopped loving you.”

Of course, you didn’t mean it. But now you were here, and you’d caused a scene and to say you were embarrassed would have been an understatement. But, here he was...the man of your dreams being vulnerable with you just like he used to. And his lips were so close, you could feel his breath on your face. You missed him. You loved him. And you would be damned if you let him slip through your fingers again.

So, you pressed your lips to his, relishing in the taste of his mouth on yours for the first time in months. Your Tommy was yours once again, even if just for a moment.

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hee it is me the one who wanted number 4,64, 66 and 77 I noticed that I forgot to specify the list so they are from list A ... Sorry hahaha

Don’t apologize! Thank you for the request and the compliment. I really hope I do it justice! <3 As far as series go, I’m HOPING to start something soon but woof.

He’d been flirting with that stupid blonde for half an hour and it made your skin crawl. Once upon a time, everyone in your lives was convinced that the two of you were going to be together someday, but watching his chocolate eyes playfully dance between her ice blue ones made it perfectly clear that that wasn’t going to happen.

“You’re so beautiful.” He’d whispered to you moments before the two of you had arrived at the bar, smiling warmly at you as if he hadn’t just sent your heart into overdrive. “Is that a new perfume?”

You weren’t sure how to react at the time, not that it mattered in the slightest as the blonde stepped impossibly closer to Tom. Your window of opportunity was closing quickly and you still weren’t even sure if you had the guts to say anything to him in the first place. Just as you tipped your head back to finish the rest of your whiskey, you happened to catch Tom’s warm brown eyes as he made direct eye contact with you, widening them before tugging on his left ear.

Years ago, when the two of you were mere kids, you’d come up with the tug on the left ear as a signal. It was your way of telling each other ‘please come save me’ without drawing attention to yourselves. He needed you, so without hesitation, you headed over to where he was standing. Unfortunately, though, the whiskey must have given you too much confidence, making you wrap your entire body around Tom’s muscular frame upon approaching him, making the blonde scowl.

“There you are, Tommy!” You squealed in excitement. “I’ve been looking for you!” You giggled drunkenly.

“She’s gone, love, thank you.” He mumbled, gently wrapping his arms around your waist. “She wouldn’t stop talking about her ex and that is a red flag I cannot ignore.” He chuckled.

“Mmm. She annoyed me from across the bar.”

“Why? Are you jealous?” He asked playfully, not anticipating you to press your lips to his cheek feverishly. He gasped lowly, his big hands gripping your shirt tightly on your hips, pulling the soft fabric up just enough.

“Maybe.” You hummed. “Maybe I don’t love you anymore.” A frown graced your features as you realized what you’d said. He laughed lowly, pulling your chest further into his own and you relished in the warmth you could feel radiating off of him. “I didn’t mean-”

He cut you off, his lips soft and warm against your own, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips. After letting out a yelp, you closed your eyes tangling your fingers into his hair as you let yourself relax and kiss him back. Even if for just a moment, he was yours.

“I was wondering how many girls I’d have to flirt with to get your attention since flirting with you went over your head.” He beamed, chuckling as you leaned in to kiss him again. The pad of his thumb ran along your bottom lip, kissing your forehead gently when you pouted. “Why don’t we go home, yeah?”

“And then we can kiss more?” You grinned hopefully.

“Oh, so much more, my love.”

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You’d loved Tom since the day you met him. It was an easy thing to do. He was so charming and sweet, truthfully he practically forced you to do it. But, you were nervous, and yeah, a little insecure. Worries your worthiness riddled your brain, preventing you from ever truly being able to make a move on your best friend. Instead, you frequently would drop lame-ass pickup lines on him, hoping that one day he would read between the lines and understand that you were hitting on him.

“You don’t need keys to drive me crazy.” You beamed at him as he grabbed his car keys to take you out for a night of bar hopping. 

“Thank you.” He chuckled to himself, opening the door for you. “Wait crazy in a good way or in a bad way?”

You stopped, grabbing his arm in an effort to make him look at you. He turned, eyebrows raising as a small smile stretched across his face.

“Crazy in the best way.” You nodded.

“Oh. Okay, cool!” He chuckled, continuing to his car.

Another month passed with no further progress. Trying to swallow your disappointment, you decided that as soon as you had an opportunity, you would try again. You were running lines with him, something you did frequently, and this time, he was studying lines for Peter Parker. The scene was supposed to be with Ned, but of course, you had to fill in.

“Are you science? Because I’ve got my ion you.” You giggled, feeling severe disappointment when he didn’t even crack a smile. He merely looked up from his script, face contorting in confusion.

“That’s not in the script, love.” He mumbled.

“Right. Right, sorry.”

You were ready to give up, quite honestly, and so months went by, living by the ‘better to have him as a friend than to lose him completely’ mindset. You were tired of your advances being ignored, and you figured that if Tom really liked you back, he would have said or done something to respond. So, you learned to accept your lot and move on with your life.

Months had gone by, and you were sitting on the couch with Tom, watching one of your favorite movies. Your head was on his shoulder, your arms curled around his bicep, holding it close to your chest. His head was leaned against yours, and you hated that your heart still thudded so heavily when he held you close.

“Are you tired?” He asked softly.

“No. I’m okay.” You mumbled.

“Are you sure you’re not tired?” He asked, pulling his head away from yours. You leaned up, looking into his deep brown eyes, eyebrows furrowing. You licked your lips, trying not to pay too much attention to the fact that he watched your movements. About to respond, you froze when he cut you off. “Because you’ve been running through my mind all day.”

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He wasn’t taking your relationship seriously anymore. At least, that’s how you felt. Between press junkets and the number of movies he was working on, you understood to an extent, but it was getting ridiculous. He would come home late, leave early the next morning. You couldn’t even remember the last time you had an actual conversation with him, and thanks to that fact, you were quickly losing your patience with him.

He surprised you one day, coming home much earlier than you’d anticipated and while he seemed eager to see you, you couldn’t say that you returned the feelings. He seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly, giving you some space for an hour or so before deciding to approach you about it.

“Alright then, what is your problem? Why are you so pissy?”

“Leave me alone, Tom.” You grumbled, trying to step around him and sneering at him when he moved in front of you once more.

“Talk to me. What’s happened to you?”

“ME?” You hissed, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is all because of you!”

“What have I done this time?” He sounded mildly annoyed, making you roll your eyes.

“You have gotten so lazy, Tom.” You sighed, not having the energy to get into a fight with him. “I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”

“Like what, darling?” He asked, voice cracking. His soft brown eyes held yours, trying to get you to talk to him.

“I’m tired of feeling like your last priority. I’m tired of feeling like everything and everyone else in your life matters more to you than I do. I understand that you’re living your dream, and I’m not asking you to put it on hold for me, but would it kill you to come home and talk to me instead of heading straight to bed? Would it kill you to skip drinks with your brothers for one night and have dinner with me? Would it kill you to make me feel wanted…like-” You paused, clearing your throat as your voice broke too, tears stinging your eyes. “Like you used to.”

Tom stayed silent for a moment, ducking his head and taking a deep breath before whispering, “I didn’t know you felt that way.” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“How could you have known, Tom? You’re never home and when you are, you’re only here to sleep and then you’re off again, hanging out with Harrison, or doing a junket, or filming, or playing golf with your brothers. I’m just so tired of feeling like I’m the last thing you think about.”

“Darling, our relationship is the most important thing in my life. I’m so sorry that I’ve ever made you feel otherwise. If you give me the chance, I promise that I will make it up to you…starting today I will put more effort into us. I don’t want to lose you.”

You both knew that it would take some effort. But you also both knew that Tom had never been one to shy away from a challenge before and that as long as he made good on his promise, your relationship would be fine. And so it was.

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You had been waiting for it all day long, and now it was nearing the end of the day and yet he hadn’t said anything to you. You didn’t want to believe that he’d forgotten, but when he went to bed with barely a kiss, you knew it had to be true. Tom had forgotten your birthday.

The next morning, you were, understandably upset. You didn’t say anything to him when he woke up, and you didn’t kiss him goodbye as your left your shared flat to go for a run. He didn’t stop you as you exited through the front door, but you could see the confusion on his face. He’d sent you a text or two trying to figure out if you were okay, which you ignored.

7:50 - Hey baby, are you okay? You left kinda quick this morning??

8:15 - When do you think you’ll be home? I want to make you breakfast.

8:36 - Okay, why aren’t you talking to me? At least let me know you’re safe…

Finally, by almost nine, you returned to the flat, heading straight into the shower without a word to Tom, rolling your eyes as he raised his eyebrows expectantly at you. The warm water felt great over your sore muscles, so you stayed in the shower a little longer than you probably should have, finding Tom in the kitchen where his arms were folded tightly over his broad chest, jaw clenched in irritation at you now.

“Alright, you want to tell me what’s going on?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You growled with a shrug, drying your hair off on a towel.

“Oh don’t start that shit with me, Y/N. You didn’t say anything to me before you left, you didn’t text me while you were gone, and you didn’t even acknowledge me when you came home. You only do that when you’re mad at me and I’ve been here all morning trying to figure out what the hell I could have done to make you angry and I’ve come up with nothing, so would you please fill in the blanks for me?”

“It’s nothing Tom, just forget it.” You turned, about to make a break for the bedroom when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist.

“It’s obviously not nothing, Y/N. So, spit it out. I had a romantic day planned for you, and it’s going to be kind of hard to do that when you’re acting like this.”

“You forgot my fucking birthday, Tom!” You shouted, throwing your arms up in anger that you had to spell it out for him, trying to turn away from him again just to do a full 360 and face him once more.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, eyebrows knitting together.

“My birthday, Tom! The day of my birth! The one day a year that you’re supposed to pay attention to me and you MISSED it! You had all day yesterday to say anything to me, and you DIDN’T!”

“Darling…yesterday wasn’t your birthday.” He shook his head at you.

“What are you talking about?! I think I would remember my own birthday, Tom! It was yesterday!”

“No,” He drug out the vowel, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone and opening the calendar app. “Y/N, your birthday is TODAY.” You looked at the screen, eyes nearly bugging out of your head when you realized he was right. You’d given him hell all day long for absolutely no reason at all. Guilt settled uncomfortably in you as you slowly handed his phone back to him.

“Tommy, I’m so, so sorry.”

“Oh, it’s Tommy now, is it?” He teased, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him, brushing his lips against yours. “Happy birthday, love.” He whispered against your mouth before pulling you into a deep kiss, slipping his tongue between your lips for a second before pulling away. “Now, can I spoil my girl on her special day? Or are you going to keep giving me this ‘tude?”

“Yes, Tommy. Thank you.” You whispered, pulling him into another kiss, knowing that tomorrow, you’d probably pay for your attitude, but today would be all about you.

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