Reunited (TGC)
This is a little something especially for those at College/University.
Hope you enjoy this fluffy imagine @ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff, @prettyboytgc, @glynnecarney, @albionscastle and @wardley10
From the moment you and Tom met, you knew that your relationship with him would be something special. And that it was. You thought it would be just the one encounter, however you continued to bump into him a few more times amidst the hustle and bustle in the streets of London. Tom knew he had to ask you out for a drink, which led him to nervously ask you to be his girlfriend, in which you made him wait an excruciatingly long time before giving him an answer. You obviously said yes, because 2 years later you and Tom were part of a happy, healthy relationship.
You had visited Tom over the summer, watching him bask in his glory in The Ferryman on several occasions. This made it sadder when it was the last performance with the original cast of The Ferryman was a couple of days ago. Although he missed playing the character, Tom confirmed that he had a lot more time on his hands. With his schedule being an amalgamation of filming, press junkets and auditions. This meant the time you both had together was limited, making you enjoy each other’s company all the more. As you had returned to University for another year of classes that made your brain numb, you were kept busy with the generously large work load provided by your various tutors. Oh, the joys. I mean, it did keep you occupied and diverted your attention away from missing Tom, but they could dial it down a little.
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You were in your bedroom, working on an assignment you heard your phone ring. You rolled your chair, walking it in the direction of your phone. When you checked your phone, your face immediately lit up. It was Tom. You tapped ‘accept’ and put him on loudspeaker.
“Hi stranger.” You greeted.
“Hey love.” Tom responded, his voice instantly warming you up inside. He sounded tired.
“What can I do for ya?” You asked, disconnecting your charger, taking your phone in your hand as you rolled back to your desk.
“I checked my schedule and there’s good news.”
“Are they transferring you to New Zealand? Oh my god no, New York? What’s the furthest place away from me?” You joked, eliciting a small chuckle from Tom. “Oh, I have it, The North Pole! Say hey to Santa for me!”
“Are you done?” He asked, clearly amused by your teasing.
You exhaled loudly through the phone. “Yeah, what’s up Thomas?”
“So, as I was saying.” You silently rolled your eyes. “I checked my schedule for the next few weeks and I have a weekend free in two weeks’ time. How do you feel about me coming to visit yer?” Tom asked through the phone. You could hear the hope in his voice.
“Hmmm. I don’t know Tom.” You rustled your papers, pretending to look through your diary. “I’m gonna have to check my own schedule. Ya know, being a University student is really time consuming and I...”
“Y/N.” Tom whined. “Don’t be a tease, babe. Is the 20th good for yer?”
“Sorry, love. Teasing you is fun. The 20th is perfect.”
You could practically hear him smile through the phone. “Awesome. I’ll see you then beautiful.”
You were going to say something else, but you could hear your house mates calling you from downstairs. Your favourite TV show was coming on soon. “I can’t wait to see you. Babe, I’ve gotta go. But I’ll text you later okay?”
“Okay, enjoy your show.” He teased through the phone. “Bye love.” With that you ended the call, sat there for a few moments, letting your brain register the fact that you’re finally seeing your boyfriend in the flesh soon, then you joined your house mates in the living room. It was only 2 weeks right. It wouldn’t drag that much.
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The 20th couldn’t have come around fast enough, thanks to your tutors, the work you were given kept you more than busy enough to cope with the excitement of seeing Tom. Finally, the time had come. Your last Friday lecture for the week had finished when you received a text from Tom, informing you that he was 15 minutes away. You agreed to meeting him outside of the train station, which took you exactly 15 minutes to walk to. For the past two weeks, you and Tom had phone calls planning your itinerary for the weekend. You knew exactly how you were going to spend your weekend with him and you could not wait.
You collected your belongings, placed them in your bag and bid a farewell to your course mates. Splitting off in different directions, them going back to their accommodation as you went in the direction to the train station. You leant against the wall, glancing down at the time on your watch. You were on time. Where the hell is Tom. Hearing a ping on your phone, notifying you that you received a new message, you reached into your pocket and opened the message. You were in the midst of replying when you felt someone’s presence. They stood in front of you and coughed lightly. You sighed under your breath and looked up. Your eyes widening as you realised who it was.
Tom looked marvellous. You stood there, assimilating how attractive he looked. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt, black skinny jeans (rolled up of course) and docs. To complete the look, he wore his tanned jacket. You gulped a little. You then proceeded to his beautiful face. His eyes bright and blue, defined cheekbones and plump lips – which you were excited to kiss later – the corners of his mouth turned as he smiled at you. He probably was doing the same to you. It had been a while since you both saw each other in person. Tom was wearing his glasses, which made him look 1000x more attractive than he already was. His ginger hair messy and wild, you can tell he had been running his hands through it throughout his train ride. The ends were sticking out in different directions, making it obvious that he had left his apartment with his hair fresh from washing it. Boy, did he look good.
“Took yer long enough.” Tom chuckled as you threw your arms around his neck, hugging him as tightly as you could. You felt his head dip into your neck, as he too squeezed you tightly. His backpack falling to the floor, so he could hold all of you in his arms. He hummed in delight, inhaling your perfume.
Even though it pained you, you pulled away first. Your hands still around his neck, Tom kissed you lightly then rested his forehead on yours. For what seemed like eternity, you both pulled away at the same time. Tom picked up his backpack and placed it on his right shoulder. “Where to first love?” He asked.
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The afternoon you had with Tom was sheer perfection. As it was lunch time, you both went to a high-praised local café situated in the perfect location which overlooked your mesmerising city. The two of you shared a pallet of finger sandwiches with a variety of different flavours. Once you were completed with them, the pallet was replaced with scones and mini cakes; they were accompanied with a pot of tea. During the lunch, you and Tom caught up, exchanging the most ridiculous of stories you could tell one another. Most of Tom’s were his experiences in the theatre and what the lads got up to in between shows. You held your cup of tea in your hands, letting the warmth of the hot beverage soothe you on this chilly October day. Taking a sip, you watched him over the rim of your cup, listening intently as Tom was telling you a story about Niall and Paddy causing ruckus in Soho. You smiled as he chuckled at how amusing he found his story, taking a forkful of his Victoria sponge cake in his mouth. He boyishly smiled at you as he was eating the cake, signalling to the slice on his plate with his fork, his eyes lighting up slightly. You shook your head as you took another sip of your tea.
Once you were finished with your lunch, you split the bill 50:50 and ventured outside. As soon as you were outside, Tom took a hold of your right hand, squeezing it. None of you were big on public displays of affection, which was something you established early on in your relationship. Because of that you just squeezed his hand back, let go and linked your right arm onto his left arm. You spent the rest of the afternoon strolling around the city, showing Tom all the hotspots, going into shops – both high street and boutique shops - trying on ludicrous outfits whilst Tom posed being the dork that he is.
“What about this one Y/N?” Tom asked, he had a neon green woolly children’s beanie in his hand. He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously and put it on his head. You laughed out loudly.
“You actually look so ridiculous right now.” You covered your hands in your face, as he paraded around the shop putting on a little fashion show for you. You saw out of the corner of your eye the shop owner, standing behind the till, was not impressed. You smiled apologetically at him, he just nodded and smiled back. “C’mon Naomi Campbell, let’s go.” You walked up to Tom, grabbing his hand and dragged him out.
“Hey!” He whined, taking off his hat and placing on top of a mannequin.
When you could no longer see the shop, you stopped running and slapped Tom on the arm. “Ow. What was that for?” Tom held onto his arm dramatically and pouted his bottom lip.
“Oh, shut up.” You glanced at your watch. It was 4:45pm. Tom watched your actions, knowing exactly what you were going to say.
“Shall we head to Sainsburys? Pick up the ingredients?” Tom suggested.
You looked up and winked. “You read my mind Glynn-Carney.” You linked your right arm into his left arm, pecked him on the cheek and took a leisurely stroll to your local Sainsburys.
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You kicked the living room door shut, both of your hands full with shopping bags. Yourself and Tom greeting your house mates, who were on the sofa watching Come Dine With Me. You both placed the bags on the kitchen counter, emptying the contents. You began cutting the vegetables, whilst Tom sat down next to your house mate on the sofa, joining him in the TV show whilst simultaneously engaging in a conversation about life.
As Tom chatted with your house mates, laughing and getting a long; you busied yourself with preparing the meal for yourself and Tom would be having for the evening. You didn’t have much to do, when you felt your hips bump to the side. Looking to your right, you saw Tom looking at you.
“Want any help love?” He asked.
You nodded. “Actually, yes please. Would you mind just poppin’ this in the oven?” You gestured to the seasoned chicken breast on the oven tray. You were tending to the vegetables, whilst preparing something else. Tom nodded, placed the oven mits on. He opened the oven, carefully picked up the tray and put the tray on the top shelf in the over. Tom closed the oven, took of the oven mits and put them aside. He leant on his right hand, watching you.
45 minutes later, the dinner was cooked. You were both sat on the sofa, watching TV and talking with your house mates. Tom was on the other sofa, sat next to one of your two male house mates whilst you were sat next to your other house mates. It was lovely seeing Tom get along so swimmingly with the people you lived with. They didn’t care about the fact that he was famous, they just treated him like a regular Joe.
“So, you guys are all going back home tomorrow?” You asked, confirming what you heard was true.
Your house mate nodded. “Yeah, I haven’t visited since we came back.” You nodded.
“Same here.” Your 3 other house mates nodded in unison.
“You’re still going to be here for lunch?” Tom asked. They all nodded.
“We’re going after the lunch.”
Tom smiled. “Good.”
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It was 12:30am and you were getting a little sleepy. It had been a long and productive day consisting of University and spending it with your boyfriend. You all concluded that it was time to go to bed. You said your goodnights and ventured into your own rooms. After shutting your bedroom door, you and Tom started undressing and changed into your pyjamas. For you that was checkered bottoms, with a plain black t-shirt and for Tom it was him shirtless and baggy joggers.
You turned around to see him topless, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander over his sculpted chest. He smirked.
“Like what yer see, love?” Tom teased. You blushed slightly and shook it off.
“Oh, hush you.” You walked to your bed, tossed the covers to one side and got in. Tom followed suit, bringing up the duvet covering you both. His arms snaking their way around her hips, he pulled your back to his chest and rested his chin on top your head. Neither of you spoke a word to each other as you both realised how tired you really were. It was just a matter of time before you fell into a deep sleep in Tom’s arms.
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The light peered through your thin curtain, illuminating your bedroom. You groaned slightly, rubbing your eyes as you adjusted to the daylight. The bed was empty, you furrowed your brows slightly as you looked at your alarm clock. 9:45am. Who is awake this early on a Saturday morning? Swinging your legs on the edge of the bed, you put some socks on and made your way downstairs.
Trudging into the kitchen, you were greeted with Tom, who was wearing the same joggers as last night and a plain white t-shirt, plating up 2 bacon sandwiches. He was an absolute vision, which certainly woke you up. Who needs coffee when you have Tom. He turned around with a plate in each hand, smiling widely at you. You sat down on the sofa, he handed you a plate.
“Mornin’.” He smiled, pecking you on the cheek with a mouthful of bacon sandwich. He placed his plate next to you, he walked back and picked up two cups of tea. Finally, Tom sat down next to you, the two of you enjoying your breakfast together.
“Thanks babe.” You turned to Tom and grinned widely, placing your clean plate on the floor and taking your tea in both hands. You blew on it slightly, waiting for it to cool down.
Slowly, but surely, the rest of your house came downstairs, making their breakfast before joining you both on the sofas. You and Tom, once again, engaging into a conversation about the days plans. It was agreed that you all were going out for lunch at the Students’ Union bar.
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Never was it a bigger mission to get 6 young adults out of the house and having lunch within a world record time. It was truly a miracle that this was happening. You all sat on a circle table, Tom sitting opposite you sandwiched in between your two male housemates, as you were sat beside your two female housemates. The boys ogled at the football, which just happened to be on behind you. You and the girls rolled your eyes every time the boys cheered or booed. Shaking your heads every moment you got, because you still didn’t get the obsession with this sport.
You all ordered your food, the boys ordered pints, Tom had Guinness and you and the girls ordered cocktails. It was nice chatting to everyone, until the guys got side-tracked with the TV. Occasionally, Tom would glance to you and wink, causing you to blush slightly. Your house mates noticing, but you blamed it on the copious amounts of cocktails you were consuming.
For hours, you made your way through mains and somehow still had room for dessert. You were all conversing, ordering and drinking cocktails and pints. Your house mate glanced at their phone.
“Oh guys! We should get going soon.” You all checked the time on your phones as well.
You paid for the bill separately then you collected your belongings and left the bar. You and Tom waved goodbye to your house mates, who all got onto their trains safely. Once it left the station, you linked your arms with Tom’s. Looking around, you noticed that the sky was darkening slightly. You both strolled back home, cuddling into each other, trying to keep warm as it got colder.
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Once you both entered the house, it was suddenly so quiet. The sun was setting fast outside, by the time you reached your house it was 7:30pm. It was yet another long and successful day, both of you tired. You turned off the lights downstairs, closing the doors as Tom went upstairs. You joined him. The two of you undressed and changed into your pyjamas.
“Ok. Big question.” Tom started. He put his joggers on and ran his hand through his hair. “What movie?”
“Well.” You said, scooping your hair back. “Something that doesn’t require much concentration would be lovely.” You say, picking up your laptop and walking to the bed. You opened it up and turned it on.
Tom got into the bed first, you let him get comfortable then passed him the laptop. He placed in on his legs and entered the password in as you got in after hum. As Tom busied himself, opening Netflix, you adjusted your position and got comfortable.
“What about Ferris Bueller’s Day Off?” Tom asked, turning to you. You nodded and he clicked on the movie. He placed the laptop in the between you both and wrapped his left arm around your shoulder, pulling you in closer. He played the movie and made it full screen. You cuddled into his chest as you both focused your attention on the movie.
Throughout the whole movie, you remained your chest occasionally inhaling his scent on his clothes. Tom alternated from stroking your sides, to your hair for a while. Then he’d just leave his arm around your waist. You both genuinely paying attention to the movie because you thought that it was a timely classic.
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The music signalled that the movie was over, you took your head off Tom’s chest tapping your space bar to pause the movie. You sat up, closing the tab and shutting down your laptop. Once the screen went black, you set the laptop on the bedside table. You then turned your attention back to Tom, adjusting your position so that you were leaning on your right side, right hand on your head with your elbow resting on the bed. You looked up at Tom, who was on his back with his hand behind his head.
“Good movie tha’.” Tom said.
“It’s alright, isn’t it?” You chuckled as he turned to look at you. You saw his eyes glancing around the room, then he grinned widely. “What?” You asked, elongating the word.
“We’re alone.” He stated.
“Well done Sherlock.” He rolled his eyes. You saw his arms sneaking their way down to your hips.
“Completely alone.” He said, wrapping his arms around your hips. “Nobody upstairs or downstairs.” He hummed, pulling you in one swift motion so that you were on top of him. You giggled, your hair falling over your face as Tom rubbed his nose against yours. You pushed your hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ears. “So, beautiful.” He whispered, softly stroking your face with his index and middle finger. You closed your eyes, it was so good to feel his touch again.
You leaned in slowly and kissed him softly. He sighed happily in your mouth, his hands roaming your body, leaving a trial of fire everywhere he touched. Your right hand on the back of Tom’s neck, pulling him in closer. As you deepened the kiss, your left hand explored his body too. Your hand underneath his shirt, stroking his abdomen, then his abs, pushing his shirt the further up you got. When you got to this collarbone, your right hand assisted your left, you broke the kiss and took off his shirt and tossed it somewhere in your bedroom. Your eyes glistened as they roamed his naked chest. His hand behind his head, lips parted as he watched you watching him. You smiled down at him. Your hands slowly running up and down his chest. You smirked as his chest began to heave up and down, he was getting restless already.
“Babe, calm down. We’ve got all night.” You said, leaning down and kissing him softly. He grunted into the kiss, his hands making their way to the hem of your t-shirt. He pulled away and took your shirt off you, tossing it in the corner. He mimicked your actions, his hands started at the blades of your shoulder, he explored every inch of your back, hips and waist. You bucked your hips once. You didn’t like it when he did this to you. It was torture. You whined as you felt his hand slip into your pyjama bottoms, you lifted yourself up helping him take it off. You untied the joggers and slowly pulled them down. Once they fell to his ankles, Tom took both your bottoms and chucked them in the same direction as your t-shirt.
His hand crept their way up to your bra, his unclasped it and tossed that to the side. He smiled, as he absorbed how incredible you looked.
“You’re so beautiful.” He whispered, pulling you down into a chastised kiss. It was soft, sweet and slow. Definitely what you needed to savour every little moment with Tom. You could tell he was doing the same. None of you wanted to rush this. And neither of you did. You felt Tom’s tongue brush against your bottom lip, you let him in. He slowly explored your mouth, your tongues battling. You pulled away, kissing his jawline. You made your way down his neck and started to suck gently. You didn’t want to leave him a massive bruise, just a little something to remember you by. His hands made their way through your hair, fisting it as you did exactly as you planned. “Y/N.” He pleaded. “I need yer.”
You pulled away and looked up at him. You took off his boxers, he removed your underwear, both of you tossed each other garments to the side. You reached over, went into your bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. You ripped open the packet. “No, let me.” Tom took the condom off you, placing a kiss on your nose. He removed it from the packet and put it on himself. Once it was on securely, he helped himself into you. You hovered over him and slowly settled. He gripped his hands onto your hips, guiding you. You both elicited a groan once he was inside of you. You leant down and kissed him, his left-hand open on your back supporting you as his right arm was on your waist. You established a rhythm which was easy to find, Tom gently thrusting into you as you grinded onto him. Both of you meeting halfway. None of you quickened the pace, both going slow. The warm feeling you got, not because Tom was inside of you, but because you were consumed by how much you loved him. You knew it, as this moment in time, with him underneath you, closing his eyes head against the pillow – you were in love with Tom.
Tom bought you back to reality. His hands on your waist, he kissed you before he expertly flipped you around. You were now on your back and Tom was on top. Your eyes roamed his naked body, glistening with sweat. He resembled a God. He captured your lips again, pressing your foreheads together as he gently thrusted into you. He quickened the pace, ever so slightly, hitting you in the spots where you needed him the most. His lips lingered over yours, your breathes mingling with each other. No words were spoken, just the sound of your hitching breaths and heavy pants filling the empty air. You whimpered and grunted as you rode him, bucking your hips up as he thrusted into you.
The euphoria filling you up, as you could feel yourself unravelling soon. Within a few more thrusts, you closed your eyes and released yourself around Tom. He followed suit. You both considering each other’s eyes, you both slowly rode out your highs.
Tom collapsed beside you, he discarded off the condom whilst you went to the bathroom. You walked back in to find himself laying on his back, his hair a beautiful mess, you put on an oversized t-shirt, tossing Tom his joggers which he accepted and put on. You put your hair up in a messy bun and joined Tom in bed. You cuddled into his chest, his arms wrapping around, pulling you in closer. He placed a kiss on your head.
You didn’t say a word to each other, as you knew tomorrow you both had to bid your farewells again. Neither of you ready for that.
You both fell asleep, exhausted from the long day and love-making, content in each other’s arms.
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It was inevitable, this weekend had to come to an end. You couldn’t have thought of a better way to have spent it than with Tom. He was the perfect way to relieve you off your stress.
Yours hands were wrapped around his neck. Both of you standing in the train station, embracing each other tightly. He nuzzled his head in your neck, you held on to his head, enjoying the feel of him. You knew it was going to be awhile until you next saw him.
“Babe.” He mumbled.
“Not yet.” You pleaded. Knowing it wouldn’t be long before he had to detach himself from you.
The last announcement was made for Tom’s train, you groaned in frustration pulling away from him. He looked deeply into your eyes and captured your lips. Kissing you soft once last time. He pressed his forehead against yours. “Text when you’re back home.” You demanded. He nodded. Pecked your lips once last time and walked to the train.
You watched as he stepped onto the train and found his seat. You saw he took the window seat, maintaining eye contact with you as you waved goodbye until Tom’s train had left the station. You turned around, burying your hands in your pockets walking back to your house.
