“You’re my new pillow.” You hummed to your best friend, snuggling closer into his side, trying desperately to ignore the thrumming of your heart.

“Are you comfortable, darling?” Tom teased playfully and you hummed softly, wishing that you could just kiss him.

You’d fallen for Tom about a month after getting to know him. How could you not? He was charming and funny, and so damn good looking, and you tried desperately to find the right way to tell him how you felt.

The movie played on his tv, but you could feel his burning eyes on you, and not his favorite film of all time. Your heart was pounding, and you turned your head to confirm that yes, he was staring at you.

“What are you staring at, Holland?” You joked.

“Nothing, nothing.” He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. Leaning up, he placed his hand behind his head, focusing on the tv once more, furrowing his eyebrows and pressing his lips into a hard line. You could tell that he had more to say, but maybe he were feeling just as nervous as you were. Sucking in a deep breath, you willed yourself to just say the words you’d been wanting to say for ages.

“I think I love you.” You mumbled, eyes trained on your hands.

“What?” He whispered back, gripping your chin to make you look at him again. “Wait...do you think you love me, or you do love me because that is an important difference in phrasing and I don’t want to-” You interrupted him, pressing your lips to his quickly. Much to your own surprise, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back for even a second, quickly wrapping his arms around your waist in an effort to pull you closer until your chest was flush with his own. The warmth of his skin radiated off of him and onto you.

“I do. I do love you.” You whispered. “How could I not? You have always been so lovely to me. You’ve always been there when I needed you. You were right here all along.”

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“You should probably eat something.” Tom sighed, rubbing his eyes warily. You had a habit of staying up way too late, and in return, Tom had a habit of staying up with you. It was almost as if he were a mirror for you to see what you were doing to your own body.

You closed your eyes, allowing yourself a few seconds to rest before opening them once more. Break time was over and you had to crack down and get back to work. He let out a large, loud yawn, making you frown.

“When is the last time you slept?” He tried again, eyes barely able to stay open long enough to focus on you.

“When is the last time you slept?” You countered.

“Baby, you know the rules. I’ll go to bed when I know for sure you are coming with me. Until then, I will be right here on this couch.”

You sighed, watching him as he fought to keep his eyes open. You really, really wanted to finish your homework, but seeing Tom fight with his own consciousness was breaking your heart a little. Yeah. Maybe he had a point. Maybe it was time for bed.

“Okay, Tommy. Let’s go to sleep.” You nodded, saving your assignment and closing your laptop. Only once you’d stopped working did you realize how tired you actually were. It hit you like a freight train, and for a second you were worried you were going to fall asleep in the hallway before making it to the bedroom. But, you knew that Tom would always be there to catch you if you fell. Just like how you fell in love with him.

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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

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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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Hi nonnie! So you didn’t specify who’s birthday it would be, but since Tom’s birthday is tomorrow and mine is Wednesday, I’m gonna do a headcannon for each!!

Just a heads up this is probably going to get filthy

For Tom’s birthday...

For your birthday...

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“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies,” Sam mumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the relatively explicit sex scene in the movie.

Tom chuckled lowly, and you shot him a glare from the corner of your eye, shaking your head as discretely as you could. The twins looked to their oldest brother, eyebrows furrowed at his reaction.

“Something to say, Tom?” Harry asked with a snicker, pausing the movie right in the middle of the lead actress moaning.

“No. He doesn’t.” You growled, giving him a look that dared him to tell them anything.

“We didn’t seem to have any difficulty when we did it, did we, Y/N?” He wore a shit-eating grin, laughing to himself as you buried your head into his chest. Your cheeks burned hot in embarrassment, but Tom didn’t seem phased in the slightest.

“Jesus, Tom.” Sam’s face screwed up in distaste while Harry snickered, offering a hand for Tom to high five.

“You’ll pay for that, Tommy.” You mumbled softly into the warmth of his chest.

“Oh, darling.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and pulling you closer to him. He leaned down closer to your ear to growl softly to you. “I look forward to it.”

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Tom being soft over houseplants is my new favorite thing.

“Darling?” you could hear Tom’s voice call out to you from downstairs.

He’d been gone for months filming Cherry, and you’d missed him dearly. Of course, you did. He’d come home late last night, and the two of you had spent the morning in bed together, making up for lost time.

You rushed down the stairs, a small smile on your face, eyes widening immediately when you saw the dead spider plant he was standing beside. His eyebrows were raised, pressing his lips together as his fingers rolled the dry leaves between them.

“What did you do to Peter?” His voice was quiet, and you bit back the urge to laugh at his ridiculous name for the plant. It was then that you realized that you’d forgotten to water Tom’s precious indoor plant in his absence.

“Oh, Tommy...I’m so sorry...” You sighed with a frown, feeling genuinely guilty for killing ‘Peter a.k.a. Spider-Plant’. Tom chuckled, a large smile splitting across his face before he put a hand to his chest, pretending to wipe a tear.

“He’s dead because of you!” He cried, tipping his head away from you playfully when you wrapped your arms around his waist, tucking your head under his chin.

“I’m sorry!” You yelled between your laughter, making him chuckle as he pulled you tighter into his chest. “I’ll buy you a new one!”

“What so you can kill it too?!” He teased, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaning into your ear to whisper “It’s okay. I still love you, even if you’re a murderer.”

“Oh shut up Tom.” You giggled, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

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You sighed, pushing the earring through your earlobe, sighing in satisfaction at your own appearance. You’d put a lot of effort into your outfit followed by your hair and makeup and it all paid off when you looked this...well, hot. The tight black skirt showed your legs off beautifully, and the plain white shirt was cut just low enough that you could see some cleavage without revealing anything too crazy. Your bold red lips stood out, and your curls fell almost effortlessly around your face, and truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you had felt that confident.

Leaving your bedroom, you headed out into the living room where your best friend and roommate, Tom, was hanging out, watching some game on the tv. Tom had been one of the few constants in your life, despite his coming and going to work on one film set or the other, he always came back home to you. On Thursday nights when he was home, you go see a movie and get dinner together, and when he was away he would video chat you for a few hours, catching up and telling you about all the exciting things that had been happening on set that week. It was a tradition that you deeply appreciated, but tried not to think too much about.

Tom was nothing short of a specimen of a man. He was fit, charming, incredibly handsome, patient, and all of those things mixed together often convinced you that he was made in a lab specifically for you. But, nevertheless, for fear of ruining the relationship between you, you never told him so. In a few drunken nights, however, you got fairly close to doing just that, wanting to hide from him the following day with embarrassment at the words you’d said the night before. You figured that if he didn’t know by now, he wasn’t really meant to...or he was just oblivious, which was a valid assumption as well.

“Hey.” Tom mumbled, hearing the sound of your heels clicking on the tiled floor while his eyes were trained on the game still, not really looking over at you as you looked at the clock in the kitchen. Great. You still had an hour before you had to leave for your date. “What are you up to this evening?” He asked and you turned to face him, seeing his eyes trail down your body. You shuddered at the idea of him checking you out, quickly shoving that crazy thought to the back of your mind.

“I uh-have a date.” You nodded, pressing your lips together. It wasn’t that you weren’t excited for the date, you were, but you also couldn’t help but wish that it were Tom you were going out with instead.

“Oh.” He nodded too, eyes dropping to the floor. “Come watch some tv with me until you have to go.” He insisted, patting the couch and grabbing the remote to put something else on.

“You didn’t have to do that, I know you were watching the game.” You mumbled and he shrugged as you sat. He placed his arm along the back of the couch, fingertips brushing your shoulder, drawing small, mindless circles into the exposed skin and setting your cheeks on fire with blush.

“I wanted to. I love spending time with you.” He insisted. You ducked your head with embarrassment when you realized that he wasn’t even trying to focus on the tv anymore, despite putting on one of his favorite movies.

“You’re missing the movie.” You whispered, cheeks burning hot.

“I much prefer this view.” He responded smoothly, not hesitating for even a second.

“Awful flirtatious today, aren’t we, Tom?” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. You were starting to wonder if he didn’t know the truth about how you felt about him, and if he did, why was he taunting you? Your heart started to break a little when you came to the conclusion that you were the butt of his joke. He was bored, and toying with your emotions had clearly become a past time that he’d picked up, and that hurt.

“Maybe a little.” He shrugged, picking up a beer bottle off the table that you hadn’t noticed until he’d drawn your attention to it. Was it the beer? Was that making him do this cruel, awful thing to you? “Maybe I just don’t want you to leave.”

“Why would you not want me to leave?” You deadpanned, finding yourself angry that he would be so mean.

“Maybe I want you all to myself.” He whispered, dark brown eyes boring deeply into yours and making you squirm a little under the intensity of his gaze.

“Wait. Are you hitting on me?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing as your voice broke with complete disbelief.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N, YES! You’re a smart girl; I would have thought that you would have guessed it by now!” He groaned, pulling both hands through his curls.

“You don’t...I don’t-”

“Every single time you walk out the door looking like THAT,” He pointed to your outfit, eyes wide and cheeks flushed pink with blush, “I think to myself, ‘Tommy, now is your chance to tell her how you feel. Tell her that you’re madly in love with her, and then maybe someday it’ll be you she’s going out with instead.’ But I never do, and you always leave and then I kick myself because I have had so many opportunities to make you mine and I’ve never even tried.” He continued as if you hadn’t even spoken and you found yourself utterly speechless. As you gave yourself a moment to let what he said sink in, he glanced over to you, weary brown eyes taking in each of your features. Your lips were separated in shock, and Tom’s gaze settled on them, no longer wandering the rest of your face. When his tongue flicked out to wet his bottom lip, he muttered a quiet “Fuck it” before crashing his mouth onto yours.

Everything about him was intoxicating, dizzying. You were in too far over your head and you were concerned that there was no turning back. But, as his tongue slipped along the seam of your lips, you wondered if you would ever want to turn back anyway. Tom was everything you could have ever wanted in a boyfriend, so why not just let him take that title? Placing two hands on his chest, pushing gently, he finally got the hint, leaning away from you with a bit of concern mixed in his muddy brown eyes.

“You really want me? You’re not just-”

“I’m not.” He assured, interrupting you.

“You know this is going to change everything, right?” You asked, afraid that he would somehow have changed his mind in the span of forty seconds.

“I think it’s about time for some change, don’t you?” He replied, placing another kiss to your lips.

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I just asked for 47 & 52 but realized I didn’t include who. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Could I get that one for Tom? You’re the best!

Prompts - 47 - “Can we cuddle?” & 52 - “You’re cute when you’re angry.”

You’d been pacing near the front door for hours, waiting for Tom to come home to you. He had spent the day with his brothers, and you understood that, but you couldn’t help but want to be selfish with him. Especially after having had such a shit day. First, you’d gotten to do laundry the night before, which meant that you had no clean clothes for work and had to wear dirty ones instead. Then it had rained while you were walking home from work, and as if that weren’t bad enough, one of the boys had eaten the leftovers in the fridge that you’d been looking forward to all day long. You wanted to cry, but even more, you wanted Tom.

He finally came home another thirty minutes later, watching you warily as you padded quickly up to him. Tom prided himself in knowing his woman well. He knew right away that you’d had a bad day, and he was even more proud to know that you were seeking his comfort above everyone else’s. He loved that a part of you, even if it were just a small part of your incredibly difficult, hard-headed, head-strong being, needed him. You threw yourself into his arms right away, and he held you for a moment before pulling back to an arms’ length, trying to get a read on what had made you so upset.

“Can we cuddle?” You asked, or demanded, rather aggressively. There was no warmth in your voice despite the sweet and adorable request, and it made a small smile tug at Tom’s lips. You scowled at his smile, making him chuckle a little to himself, which you, of course, scowled at.

“What’s so funny, Tom?” You demanded, jaw tensing in anger and Tom leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek.

“It’s nothing, Darling. It’s just...” He hesitated, giving the other cheek a kiss as well, seeming to calm you down even just a little bit. “You’re cute when you’re angry, that’s all.” He shrugged nonchalantly, chuckling a little as you frowned at him.

“It’s not funny, Tom!” You whined, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, letting you know that he wasn’t laughing at you, per se. He loved you, and he did hate that you’d had such a rotten day. He wanted to make you feel better, no matter what, so he kissed the top of your head, pulling you in the direction of your shared bathroom.

“Come cuddle with me, baby. Then you can tell me all about it.”

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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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Awh, thank you so much!

11 - “I don’t want to be just friends”

38 - “Sorry… your hair was in your face… thought I should move it so I could see you better.”

His hands were shaking no matter how many deep breaths he took in an attempt to steady his heart, nothing helped. You were smiling deeply, blissfully unaware of what was going on as he toted the basket that held all of the food he’d made for the picnic he’d put together for you. He’d been thinking about this day for weeks, trying to figure out the perfect way to tell you what had been weighing heavily on his heart for years. You stopped walking, turning around to face him, beaming brightly as the breeze started to pick up.

“You want to set up here?” Tom asked gently, kind of relieved that you’d stopped because the basket was getting heavy.

“Can we?” You asked, eyes sparkling with excitement.

“Of course. Whatever you want.” He began to sit on the soft grass, offering you his hand to help you sit as well. You smiled at him, leaning your head on his shoulder, fighting the shiver that wanted to crawl through you as yet another breeze pushed through the open field. Tom noticed goosebumps rising on your arms, wrapping one of his own around you and chuckling as your hair blew into your face, tickling your nose. Slowly, as if he were afraid you would bite him, he brushed the hair behind your ear.

“Sorry...your hair was in your face...” He hesitated, unsure if he should continue, but decided that it couldn’t hurt. “I thought I should move it so I could see you better.” He murmured, and though he shouldn’t have, his eyes flickered down to your lips as his mind started to wander with the idea of what it would feel like to kiss you, to hold you, to have you, to do...other things with you.

“Tom, what are you-”

“Y/N, I gotta talk to you.” He interrupted in nothing more than a hoarse whisper. The tip of his tongue slipped out, wetting his lips as he squeezed his eyes shut. He’d backed himself into a corner that he couldn’t escape from and suddenly he began to question if he were really ready to confess his feelings for you.

“Uh- O-okay.” Your eyebrows furrowed with your blatant confusion. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I don’t want to be friends anymore.” He sighed, hanging his head and completely missing the way your mouth fell open and tears sprung immediately to your eyes.

“Wha-you don’t want to be friends anymore? Tom, I don’t...I don’t understand.” You whimpered, making Tom’s head snap up quickly as he realized the mistake he’d made. Frantically, he grabbed both of your hands, desperate to clarify the words he’d said.

“No, no no, Y/N that’s not what I- I meant to say that I don’t want to be JUST friends anymore. I just...you’re so beautiful and I-”

“So you don’t want to stop hanging out?” She clarified, sniffling quietly.

“What? No, of course not. I just...” He sighed, trying to find the right words. “I’ve liked you for years and I just never found the right way to ask you if you would-” His words were cut off by her lips pressing firmly to his, making his eyes widen in shock. He didn’t respond right away, shock keeping him frozen just long enough for her to pull away, but the second the warmth of her lips were gone, he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her in once more. After another moment, he pulled away, a soft sigh passing through his lips.

“So,” You whispered, “I guess you kinda like me, huh?” She mumbled, making Tom chuckle.

“Yeah. I guess I kinda do.”

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Alright, so I SHOULD be working on Daisies and Daydreams, but…I don’t wanna so I’m not gonna. Idk why I told you that…ANYWAY! This is a direct continuation of this blurb!

The following morning Tom had quite the bitch of a hangover. He woke with a bit of confusion, looking around the room that was definitely not inside his own apartment. After a minute, he realized he was in your house, but that didn’t explain how he’d gotten there in the first place. He grimaced as he sat up, his head throbbing painfully. Fuck. What had he done to himself last night? It wasn’t until he heard you clear your throat from behind him that he even realized that you were there.

“Hey.” You rubbed your arm uncomfortably, looking at him through your thick black eyelashes. He felt his heart splutter in his chest helplessly at your beauty. You’d just woken up, your hair was messy and you weren’t wearing makeup, and yet he’d never thought you looked more beautiful than you did right then. It took serious effort to push those feelings back down into the depths where he kept them permanently, but he finally managed to do it, offering you a gentle smile.

“Hey. I assume you brought me here last night?” He asked, laughing to himself when you rolled your eyes at him.

“I guess I’m not surprised that you don’t remember much…” You sighed, sounding…disappointed? Why would you be disappointed? What had he done?

“What did I do?” He voiced his concerns, jaw tightening in discomfort as his mind ran wild with the worst-case scenarios.

“How about we go get some breakfast and talk about it later?” You offered, but Tom knew better. The look on your face told him that you weren’t interested in having a conversation about the previous evening. You tried to turn your back on him, but he was quick to grab your wrist, preventing you from getting far.

“Talk to me.” He insisted, brown eyes holding yours, and he could see your resolve start to melt away. After another quiet moment, you hung your head, making his heart start to race. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes, telling him it had to be far worse than he thought.

“It’s nothing Tom, we can just-”

“Would you please just tell me? I’m already stressed out about what I did, and I would feel much better if you would stop hiding things from me.” He insisted, patting the spot beside him on the couch.

“Well, when I brought you here last night, I tried to get you to drink some water…”

“Yeah…?” His eyebrows furrowed, not quite seeing why that would make you act so weird.

“You uh…told me you loved me.” You mumbled quietly, and Tom felt his racing heart fall to the pit of his stomach.

“Well, I do. Why is that a big deal? I always tell you I love you.” He tried to play it off.

“And…then you kissed me.” You added, and Tom felt the air in his lungs escape in an audible woosh. Fuck.

“Y/N…I-I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t use this as an excuse, but I was so drunk and I didn’t mean-” His explanation was cut short by your lips pressing firmly to his. He didn’t waste any time in slotting his lips with yours, hooking the tip of his tongue under your top lip and giving it a soft nibble, reveling in the sound of your quiet moan before leaning away from you, placing his hands on your shoulders. “Wha-You kissed me.”

“Yeah? And as long as you meant it when you said you loved me, I’m going to be doing it a lot more often.” You beamed beautifully, and Tom nodded his head in response, cupping your chin and bringing your mouth to his once more, thanking his lucky stars that it wouldn’t be the last time.

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