#actor!tom x reader

You nodded, your shoulders slumping a little, the little hope to meet him once more, just to glance at those blue crystal eyes, got crushed up into small pieces that sank into your heart. “Thank you, Mrs. Watson” you mumbled while forcing out a small smile, a curt nod following it, as you moved to the exit.

“Stupid, stupid” you repeated to yourself as your hands dug deeper into your trench, forming tight fists, trying to soothe your frost bitten hands. “You should have asked for his number or at least hinted that he’d ask yours” Your head turned to the shops and stores you were walking past. People were happily purchasing products, the balloons from Valentines still hung in some shops.

Your steps came to a halt when your eyes met a familiar face you wanted to see oh so much. It was Thomas. Your eyes sparkled in an instant and lost their sparkle just as quickly when you practically went inside to see him with a heaving chest, his cheek bruised, and a man laying under his legs.

Your eyes widened as you made eye contact with him “T..Tom” your voice quivered as you ran to him, your eyes scanning all over his beaten state. His jaw clenched at his vulnerable state.

“Y/N, oh Lord, sweetheart, I had been searching for you, but, but” he held your forearms, though his eyes fell on the man who groaned while standing up, making you look in the same direction as him. He softly pushed you behind him in a protective manner, his eyes digging holes in the man who was rubbing his chin.

“Nick, go before I kill you right here” his voice was below a whisper, but constant and stern, making you grip his bicep. “For hell’s sake, it was years ago, get over it” the man, Nick, spit through his gritted teeth as he stepped backwards and then turned away and left.

Your eyes watched him leave and then set back on Thomas who was looking at you. “I’m sorry, for..this” he pointed his wound and the half-torn clothes. You were about to speak up but then stopped, realising that all eyes were set on the both of you and the manager was stood in front of you and Tom, expecting you to leave.

“I..I am sorry for this Sir,” you quickly apologised for the chaos, you looked at Tom and then back at the manager who gave you a curt nod. “Please see yourself out” he said as you hastily reached for Tom’s hand, nodding at the manager, and rushing out.

The moment you had stepped out, Tom turned to you, holding your forearms firmly. “We’re idiots” he joked, shaking his head, while he pulled you into his chest, caging you in his arms. It was the second time you had met this man, but it felt so warm and so safe in his embrace. Thousands of butterflies flew around your stomach. Your hands reached for his neck, hugging him back, your digits hesitantly sliding through his curls.

“I’m sorry for this state” he apologised again once he had pulled away. “That guy used to be a friend of mine, me and him were quite the best buddies but then he” he stopped for a second, sighing loudly, suddenly getting interested in his shoes.

“Hey..you don’t have to tell me, I understand.” You said softly, your hand going to his bruised cheek as you gently lifted his head up, rubbing the skin of his cheek slowly. “You’re injured, let’s get you to the hospital” you added while looking at his eyes.

He shook his head “No, no need for a hospital, darling, it’s just a small scratch” Tom chuckled at your worried state “As my apology to you, you can come to my place? For tea?” He asked looking into your orbs nervously.

You nodded happily, “But only if you let me treat that” you pointed at his cheek, a giggle leaving your lips when his eyes lit up instantly. His hand came to yours, his orbs silently asking for permission to which you replied with intertwining your fingers together as he led you to his car.

It was a black Jaguar, making you look at him with wide eyes, to which he only smiled shyly, opening the door for you. The ride was pleasantly silent, a few stolen glances, though, the both of you were tensed up.

“And here we are” he said after parking his car. It was a rather tall building, in a quiet area, though, close to the city centre. He opened the door for you, holding out his hand for you to take, which you happily agreed to.

The lift took you to the 17th floor, the top one. Your hands were still clasped together, he used his free hand to unlock the door to his flat. It smelled so nice, just like him. It looked organised, too, clean and comfortable. The furniture was brown, with the plants resting on them.

“It looks so pretty” you said, peaking around while he looked at you. “Now wait, I need to treat that” you stopped him from moving forward. “Give me the first aid kit” you frowned at him.

“Alright, ma’am” he chuckled, letting go of your hand, as he moved to the bathroom, you assumed, soon coming back with a small kit. “But first, tea” he smiled, leading you the kitchen. He stopped at the stove, turned on the kettle and then turned to you, with a smile. “Well, darling, I’m all yours now” he chided with a grin making your heart flutter, your cheeks turning red, him motioning his cheekbone.

“Come here” you motioned him to the chairs that were around the kitchen isle. You prepared the cotton pad and slowly inched forward to this face, your hands carefully dapping on the wound making him wince “I’m so so sorry, I’ll be quick” you said while focusing back on your work, which was hard, due to the close proximity of you two, you could feel his breath on your face, his scent engulfing your senses. It took you a few minutes to put a small plaster on his cut.

“And..done” you said with a smile as your eyes went back to only meet his, looking right into yours. His eyes were two oceans, two crystals, so bright yet so deep, his lips were resting atop each other, so kissable. It was weird how it was only the second time you met him, but now you were there, imagining things you shouldn’t. But the moment you wanted to enlarge the gap between you, one of his hands came to your cheek, his lips curved into a small smile, his thumb was now a millimetre away from touching your lip, his face now much closer, the other hand now rested on your waist, pulling you into him a tad more, making you place your hands on his muscular chest.

Just then, the kettle’s whistle went on, making you two flinch away from each other. “I’ll..I’ll go make the tea” you quickly said taking all the used up cotton to the trash and focusing on making the tea, your stomach doing flips, your heartbeat faster than the light speed. You noticed him smile a little more when he came to where you were standing, you had grabbed the two mugs that sat on the cupboard, his hands reached for yours, covering them.

Your breath hitched, your nervous system not being able to comprehend with what was happening, you playfully whined. “Tom..” you stopped “I..uh..I want tea” you reasoned to which he only laughed loudly “You do? Alright alright, darling” he said stepping away, to give you a bit more freedom to move, yet he remained stood next to you. You quickly made the tea, slowly blowing on them, you picked the two mugs up, “Welp! They’re read-“ you were about to finish when a pair of lips had stopped you mid-sentence, making you gasp and let go of the tea mugs. His lips felt so soft, your mind turned off for a second or two, but then quickly you caught on what happened, though, his hands were now clasping the mugs which were loosely in your hands. He pulled away, setting them aside, a low groan following his act, as his hand slithered up your waist, pulling you into his arms, leaning onto the counter.

“I apologise but you’re hard to resist” he said with a ‘hehe’ following it. You only smiled, getting on your tippy toes, attaching your lips back on his, your hands holding his cheeks.

“Now I’m not losing you, ever.”

So after a while I got this. I do apologise if there are any mistakes, it is not proofread.

Once more, this is a part 2 to one of my previous posts, but you can read it separately.

Hope you have enjoyed it.