The story of how you discovered Tom was the love of your life, with no doubt.
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There's stuff in Spanish, but you've got it all translated!
The best time of the day would always have to be when you got home. When after hours, and hours of tiring work you finally got to go home. It was really the highlight of your day. Getting home, opening the door, and breathing in the sweet scent of your house. Your boyfriend's cologne's smell was faint in the air, but mixed with the chronic coffee scent of your house, it was a heaven-like smell. After closing the door, you would leave all your stuff on the floor, and would walk towards wherever Tom was. He would give you the biggest hug and a sweet kiss, which would turn into a more passionate one that sometimes would led to the bedroom.
And today was no different. It was kind of late already, and you just wanted to get home, change into comfortable clothes, see Tom, and take your bra off, specially take your damn bra off. You drove to the flat you shared with your beloved boyfriend, singing to one of Ashe's songs that was playing on the radio.
After what felt like hours, you were in front of the door, and you opened with a yawn, to reveal a silent house. It wasn't until you started walking towards your bedroom, you started hearing a faint voice saying words in Spanish, and then, to your surprise, your boyfriend's voice was heard, repeating the same Spanish words.
"Me gusta el chocolate (I like chocolate)" Said the electronic voice and your boyfriend said the same, with an adorable British accent. "¿Puedo tomar una taza de té? (Can I have a cup of tea?)" They both said then, and slowly, you got into the room, with a big smile tattooed on your face. He turned to you and smiled, as he hadn't noticed you had got home.
"Hola mi amor. (Hello my love)" Tom said smiling, and he put the iPad by his night stand before you sat by his side, on your side of the bed and he hugged you like he hadn't seen you for days. You nuzzled your face on his chest with a giggle and he caressed your back, looking down at you with loving eyes. "Hola Tommy. ¿Sabes español? (Hi Tommy. You know Spanish?)" You said with a smile as you looked up and held eye contact with the man of your dreams.
"Ah, solo un poco. (Only a little)" He answered, and the smile on his face was starting to make his cheeks hurt, but it wasn't like he minded. "Estoy aprendiendo, pero es mucho difícil. (I'm learning, but it's really hard)"
"Yo no sabía que estabas aprendiendo a hablar en español. (I didn't know you were learning to speak Spanish)" You said and you broke the hug for a second to sat on his lap and place your arms around his neck, one of them caressing his caramel curls.
"What? I mean- ¿Qué? Tú hablar... habla... hablas? mucho rápido. No- mucho... Whatever, I meant you speak hella fast, darling." He said with a chuckle and you laughed as well.
"I said I didn't know-"
"In español! " He scolded and you giggled. "Yo no sabía que tú estabas aprendiendo a hablar en español." You repeated, this time saying the words more slowly and clearly.
"Ahhh, ahora entiendo! Yo aprendo español y tú no sabías. (Ah, I understand now! I learn Spanish and you didn't know)" He said excitedly, with a proud grin, and although what he said wasn't completely correct, you were too proud of him to correct him.
"Yes baby! You get it!" You cheered "I do!" He said, you two laughed, and you both laid down on the bed. After some seconds, the room was peacefully silent, and Tom played with your hair as a distraction.
"I love that you're learning Spanish, babe." You said with a giggle and he chuckled "Anything for you, love. Although if you were Russian I'd think about learning the language twice, but luckily, Spanish isn't so hard."
"Why are you learning Spanish though? I mean, don't get me wrong, as I said, I love it, but why right now, all of a sudden?" You asked and you scoot closer to him, so you were able to admire his beautiful features. His eyes were so gorgeous, I swear. He smacked his lips before replying,
"Well, you're taking me to meet your family soon, and I wanna be able to at least speak a couple of words to your grandparents, y'know? I'll probably not even understand what they're saying, my Spanish isn't really good, but I have to try and tell them I love their granddaughter with my whole heart, even if they won't really understand, but oh well-" You cut him off by placing your soft lips against his, and almost immediately, he reacted, and kissed you back.
"Thank you, Tommy. I truly don't know what I did to deserve you."
"The question is what did I do to deserve such a goddess like you, ma'am." He replied, and before letting you answer, his lips got back to yours, because after all, that's exactly where they were meant to be.
"And that was when I realised your father was the love of my life, cielo (honey). When he learnt Spanish for me and to meet my abuelo (grandpa) and abuela. (grandma)" You told your 7-year-old daughter, Alma. A moment that had happened over 10 years ago, but still made your heart flutter with joy.
"Tell me more stories about when you and daddy were young, mamá! (Mum!)"
"Yeah cariño (baby), tell more stories 'bout when we were young." Tom said from the door frame of your little girl's bedroom. "Daddy!" Alma squealed, running to his arms with a smile that mirrored her father's. He picked her up and he greeted her, before walking towards you, and giving you a sweet peck.
"Hola amor. No sabía que volvías temprano hoy. (Hi love. I didn't know you were coming home early today)" You said. "Acabamos antes de lo esperado, por suerte. Te eché de menos. (We were lucky and finished earlier than planned. I missed you.)" He replied, before kissing your temple.
He had such a good Spanish level now, and he did it all just for you. The thought alone brought a smile to your face, how could someone be so sweet? You never thought you'd end up with such a great man, but you did. And you would be forever grateful to him. The man who gave you your little baby girl. The man who made you laugh everyday. Because if you hadn't moved to England, none of this would have ever happened. You would've never met al amor de tu vida. (the love of your life)
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"Thank you so much for helping me to work today the traffic is crazy" James
"yeah no problem," I say
"you wanna listen to some music?"
"let's do it"
"Are we gonna have a problem?
You got a bone to pick?
You've come so far why now are you pulling on my dick?
I'd normally slap your face off
And everyone here could watch
But I'm feeling nice
Here's some advice
Listen up beeyotch"
"I like"
Lookin' hot
Buying stuff
They can not
"I like"
"Drinking hard
Maxing dad's credit card"
I like
Skippin' gym
Scarin' her
Screwin' him
I like
Killer clothes
Kickin' nerds in the nose
If you lack the balls
You can go play dolls
Let your mommy fix you a snack(whoa)Or you could come smoke
Pound some rum and coke
In my Porsche with the quarterback (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
Time for you to prove you're not a loser
Anymore
And step into my candy store
Guys fall
At your feet
Pay the check
Help you cheat
All you
Have to do
Say goodbye
To Shamu
That freak's
Not your friend
I can tell
In the endIf she
Had your shot
She would leave
You to rot
Course if you don't care
Fine, go braid her hair
Maybe Sesame Street is on(whoa)
Or forget that creep
And get in my jeep
Let's go tear up
Someone's lawn (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Welcome to my candy store
You just gotta prove
You're not a pussy
Anymore
And step into my candy store
You can join the team
Or you can bitch and moan
You can live the dream
Or you can die alone
You can fly with eagles
Or if you prefer
Keep on testing me
And end up like her
Honey, what you waitin' for?
Shut up, Heather!
Step into my candy store
Time for you to prove
You're not a lame-ass
Anymore
And step into my candy store
It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy
It's my candy store
It's my candy store
"I think I just got chills there," James says as we laugh "so Y/n it's so great to have you here"
"it's so great to be here it's like a dream come true" I smile
"y/n you are a Broadway singer and actress"
(all of these musicals and movies don't really make sense with the years they were made in but just imagine that they fit the age the reader is if that makes sense"
"yes that's correct"
"so what was your first role like ever"
"ever was Jan in grease"
"really" James looks at me
"yeah I was so happy"
"that's amazing and you were how old"
"fourteen"
"wow and what was your first broadway musical"
"that was heathers as the role of heather chandler as we just heard"
"I love the heathers songs and you are still in contact with some of your co-workers right"
"right I am really close with Barret who played Veronica but we don't get to see each other too much but when we do it's amazing"
"but you two played in mean girls too right"
"right I played Regina George and she played Janis, and that was probably one of my favourite musicals I have been in because obviously mean girls was like my favourite movie when i was younger"
"yeah so what was your favourite song from mean girls"
"oh totally world burn I think it's amazing"
"My name is Regina George
And I am a massive deal
I will grind you to sand
Beneath my Louboutin heel
This is what I get for helping
Helping someone lame fit in
Cady Heron, enjoy your temporary win" I sing
"My name is Regina George
"Regina is a fugly cow."
Hey Cady, how ya like me now?
I wanna watch the world burn
I got the gasoline
I wanna watch the world burn
And everyone get mean
I wanna watch the world burn
I got the gasoline
I wanna watch the world burn
And everyone get mean
Cady, time to watch your back
Cady, time to turn and cough
Because you took me down
But you didn't finish me off
My name is Regina George
And in case you're keeping score
Cady may have won the battle
But I will win the war, for
I wanna watch the world burn
Trang Pak is a grotsky bi-otch!
I got the gasoline
Ms Norbury is a drug pusher!
I wanna make the world burn
Janis is a space dyke!
Regina is a fugly cow
Regina is a fugly cow
And you can quote this
Ohh. Woah-oh-oh!
Who wrote this?
Who wrote this?
Who wrote this?
I wanna watch the world burn
I got the gasoline!
I wanna watch the world burn
And everyone turn
Mean
So mean!
Mean
So mean!
Mean!
I wanna watch the world burn
Who wrote this?
Who wrote this?
I wanna make the world turn
So mean!
I wanna watch the world burn!
"yes I played fantine which was amazing but it hit hard you know it was very much touching
There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong
I dreamed a dream in times gone by
When hope was high and a life worth living
I dreamed, that love would never die
I dreamed that Go
d would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted
But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dream to shame
He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came
And still, I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream
I dreamed
She's always dressed up
She always wins Spring Fling Queen
We're just drones that work for her
And then die"James says as he turns on the radio
"My name is Regina George
And I am a massive deal
Fear me, love me
Stand and stare at me
And these, these are real I've got money and looks
I am, like, drunk with power
This whole school
Humps my leg like a chihuahua the prettiest poison you've ever seen
I never weigh more than one-fifteen
My name is Regina George
And I am a massive deal
I don't care who you are
I don't care how you feel"
"in this song, you sing 'i never weigh more than 115' but you said something in a video that Regina doesn't have to be that and that you aren't and i found that amazing"
"thank you I really don't think that she has to be that and I am not and will never be near that and I'm proud of that you should be proud of how you look"
"I love that. you're also in a musical right now hamilton"
"yes I am in England"
"so any plans for what you are going to do after hamilton"
"yes but it's a secret for now
"Okay but you play one of the Schuyler sisters"
"yes I play Eliza"
"and you're amazing in it I saw it some time ago and I love it as I wrote to you"
"it still warms my heart"
"but my biggest dream is being in hamilton but as one of the Schuyler sisters"
"mmm-hmm" I laugh
"I wanna be angelica"
"you can be James"
There's nothing rich folks love more
Than going downtown and slumming it with the poor
They pull up in their carriages and gawk at the students in the common
Just to watch 'em talk
Take Philip Schuyler, the man is loaded
Uh oh, but little does he know that
His daughters, Peggy, Angelica, Eliza
Sneak into the city just to watch all the guys at
Work, work
Angelica!
Work, work
Eliza!
And Peggy!
Work, work
The Schuyler sisters
Angelica!
Peggy!
Eliza!
Work!
Daddy said to be home by sundown
Daddy doesn't need to know
Daddy said not to go downtown
Like I said, you're free to go
But—look around, look around
The revolution's happening in New York
New York
Angelica
Work!
It's bad enough Daddy wants to go to war
People shouting in the square
It's bad enough there'll be violence on our shore
New ideas in the air
Look around, look around
Angelica, remind me what we're looking for
She's looking for me!
Eliza, I'm looking for a mind at work (work, work)
I'm looking for a mind at work (work, work) [x2]
Woa-oah
Woa-oah
Work!
Ooh, there's nothing like summer in the city
Someone in a rush next to someone lookin' pretty
Excuse me, miss, I know it's not funny
But your perfume smells like your daddy's got money
Why you slummin' in the city in your fancy heels?
You searchin' for an urchin who can give you ideals?
Burr, you disgust me
Ahh, so you've discussed me
I'm a trust fund, baby, you can trust me
I've been reading Common Sense by Thomas Paine
So men say that I'm intense or I'm insane
You want a revolution? I want a revelation
So listen to my declaration:
"We hold these truths to be self-evident
That all men are created equal"
And when I meet Thomas Jefferson (unh!)
I'mma compel him to include women in the sequel
Work!
Look around, look around at how
Lucky we are to be alive right now
Look around, look around at how
Lucky we are to be alive right now
History is happening in Manhattan and we
Just happen to be in the greatest city in the world In the greatest city in the world!
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"All my dreams just came true," James says as I laugh at his comment "okay now time for something a little different"
"oh gosh," I say "what is it"
"we're going to take a lie detector test"
"nooo"
after some time I'm all strapped up while a man is on a computer checking whether I speak the truth or not
"okay let's start out by some to test if it works"
"okay"
"is your name Y/n"
"yes"
"true"
"are you currently in hamilton"
"yes"
"true"
"did you play Regina George"
"yes"
"she's telling the truth"
"Great let's start easy so...Y/n"
"yes"
"Which one of your castmates is your favourite"
"Barrett"
"true"
"great, y/n am I your favourite host"
"oh absolutely"
"true"
"yes you had to get that right, okay this one is the best one are you dating tom holland"
shit
"no"
"lie"
"YES I KNEW IT I KNEW IT OMG YES" he smiles
"no that's the truth," I say
"you can't lie on accident"
"well fuck me then"
"how long"
"not long"
"lie"
"okay five years almost"
"WHAT," James says in shock
"I'm sorry we just didn't want our relationship the get ruined by hate"
"five years"
"yeah"
"When were you going to tell everyone when you had seven kids"
"haha no I don't know when but I guess it's out now"
"well some people are going to get heartbroken, someone gets hurt"
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Ice queen, that's what you see
It's what they all expect from me
But it's all show Face it, you used me
You saw the sexy clothes
My supermodel pose
But did you know?Was I a game to you?
Was I way to be cool?
I truly cared
Was I the fool? It's fine for you
It's fine to flirt
It's fine
'Till someone gets hurt
'Till someone gets hurt
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"Y/n it was amazing to have you here"
"it was amazing to be here James, even tho I now have to go home to Tom and tell him the news, gosh this is so fucked"
"wait you guys live together too"
"bye James" I run out the door
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"Baby I'm home" I smile
"hi love," Tom says as he walks over to me and kisses me, gosh I missed him
summary - peter is sick on your 1st anniversary, and is super upset that your not doing what he was planning to do. but, you go over to his house and spend the day with him.
warnings - may be some swearing, mainly fluff
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i feel disgusting
i don’t think i’m going into school today :(
i shouldn’t of ate that fish ned told me to eat last night, i’m honestly going to kill him
i had so many plans for us today as well, and i’m so sorry
call me please❤️
you woke up to peter texting you and that you had 7 missed calls from him. you didn’t bother texting him back, and decided to call him instead.
“ughh babeee.” peter groaned through the phone, making you frown at how weak he sounded.
“it’s okay pete. we can have our anniversary tomorrow.”
“i know, but it won’t be the same. i’m so so sorry love.” you could sense he was pouting behind the phone.
“it will be! actually i think i’m going to ditch school too, and then i can come and visit my baby for the day, does that sound good?”
there was a moment of silence, before peter groaned out in pain, making you laugh a bit.
“i take that as a yes? i’ll see you in a minute.”
“m’kay.” peter replied, before you ended the call with a ‘i love you.’ you grabbed some light snacks at your corner shop, before catching a taxi to peter’s apartment.
once you arrived at peters front door, you used your spare key to enter. you knew may wouldn’t be home, as she would probably be in work. once you called out peter’s name, you instantly heard him groan from his bedroom.
“hey pete, i’ve got some water and some light snacks. i think you need something to drink,” you spoke, before pulling the covers back to reveal a shirtless peter, “how do you look so handsome when your sick? i look like a potato when i get food poisoning!”
“you always look beautiful.”
“that’s just your sickness talking.” you teased, before he sighed and pulled you into his bed.
“i would kiss you right now, but i have sick in my mouth.”
“yeah, don’t do that.” you laughed, before snuggling into his chest.
eventually you both fell asleep in each other’s arms and enjoying each other’s warmth. you could get used to this.
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a/n
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You Know, For Research Purposes - Tom Holland x Reader College!AU
Summary: Working on their research project, group mates Miles, Ned, Haz, Betty, Tom and Y/N grew closer together over the course of a few months. Also, how does Cheetos and ice cream taste together? ;)))
Word Count: 2,433
A/N: (gif not mine.) lolz hi! Look what boredom did to me.. I made a fanfic... [first time doing this idk what to do so there's that moving on. Hope u like it! Geronimo.]
Tom ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the strands with force. He banged his head lightly on the table. He looked back at his Lit folder and saw he still had half of it to finish. He closed it and decided he would do it later. Managing the research project and studying for exams were taking a toll on his body and his sanity. He got up and went to the get some water.
It was halfway through midnight. His parents and brothers were asleep on their rooms. Miles, Haz, Y/N, Betty and Ned - his Qualitative Research applied subject classmates were sprawled all over the living room, laptops shoved to their faces, bond papers in hand. It was a typical students' night. The group had gotten together at Tom's house, and planned to stay overnight.
Miles and Y/N have History 1 together, while Betty and Haz had Calculus. But other than that, this was the only classes they all had together. Being in college is no easy feat, proper time management was necessary.
Ned had assigned each member to a specific part of the paper, and they've been at it since 8 pm. They all have to multitask and manage their time. Tom had almost finished his part of the paper, so he tried to do his Lit homework now.
Tom heard footsteps stomping on the floors. He turned and saw Y/N marching up to him with an annoyed look on her face and was about to speak but he cut her off.
"If you complain about the heat one more time, I'm give you a real reason to sweat," Tom set the cup of water with a smug look on his face.
She halted on her tracks and smacked the paper she brought on his arms. Tom chuckled, but didn't move.
"No, you idiot," Y/N rolled her eyes. "You might wanna fix that paper before you go off scaring people to death with that annoying face of yours."
His mouth twitched in amusement and took the stapled papers from her hands. "So you admit you've been looking at my face."
"You're so full of it," Y/N stepped around him and grabbed another glass, getting water from the tap.
Tom looked at the incorrect charts and tables he had made on the paper. He cursed under his breath. He had been working on it in the wee hours of last night. Spontaneous typing, no pit stops on spelling errors and everything else, just got it done.
"The original file is on my computer upstairs," he groaned. "I'll have to re-do this again."
"You do that," she clicked her tongue. "And I'll just chill here by your fridge for a moment."
Y/N opened the fridge and took the remaining slice of cake laid on a plate.
"That's mine -" Tom protested.
"Not anymore." Y/N ate the cake.
He scowled and moved to close the door of the fridge. Y/N leaned her back on the door. There they were, a few inches away from each other. Tom stood seething; Y/N chewed the cake with an amused expression. She wiped the frosting on her lower lip with her tongue reflexively. Before he realized it his eyes wandered to her lips.
Tom inched his face closer, eyes darting over to her eyes and lips. "If you don't stop biting your lips ..."
"What are you gonna do?"
Tom remained quiet but clenched his jaw.
Y/N chuckled, "You're all talk and no action."
Heavy footsteps echoed on the hallway to the kitchen, gaining both their attention away from each other. Tom whipped his head to the of the voice and shot him a look.
"I told you 7000 times, a chicken is a bird -" Haz bursted into the room with a phone clutched to his ears, pausing when he caught sight of Tom and Y/N. "D'you have a charger I could borrow?" Haz covered his phone with his hands.
"I have one in my backpack." Y/N said.
Haz nodded, talking again to his sister on the phone about chickens. He walked back to the living room, waiting for Y/N to follow him.
Y/N stopped by the table where Tom had been working on, and pointed at his paper. "I can't finish my part if you can't finish yours." Seeing as his paper's original file was on his computer upstairs, she grabbed his laptop without waiting for him to reply. "Imma borrow this ... Thanks."
She went back to the living room, laptop on hand.
"And don't look at my browser history!" She heard Tom call back from the kitchen.
"Wouldn't dare," she countered in a mocking tone.
As the weeks passed, they started collecting data on the field. They went through one institution to another, gathering reports and statistics, and validating it with professionals. Then after that it was all a blur. They submitted the paper to Mrs. Luxley and was graded, only given back to them for minor revisions.
The gang decided to spend that same night they passed the assignment on Tom's house again, just like they did when they were still making the paper. Tom's parents had gotten used to them staying over, and Sam always tried to flirt with Betty when he was around.
Ned and Haz raced to Tom's bedroom. Ned threw himself on the bed first. "God, I've never felt the bed being this good," he sighed and melted with pleasure. All those sleepless nights they've had finally paid off.
Haz hit him with a pillow. "Move over!"
Y/N laid on the couch, feet perched on top of Tom's lap, getting comfortable. Betty and Miles slept on the carpets of Tom's living room. They just sort of crawled to the floor in delight and just stayed there, too tired to move anywhere else. Haz came back to the living room, holding a bottle of champagne on his hands from the Hollands' cupboards.
He cheered. "Let's celebrate!"
But they celebrated the victory by sleeping out for an entire day spread all over the Hollands' house.
Even though their project was finished, the lot still remained close with each other. They spent times at Miles' favourite diner by the corner of the campus during their collective free time.
And last week, Haz's sister gave birth to a pretty baby girl. Haz invited them over and they all came to join the little house party his sister threw. The group counted on this as the official celebration of their hard work.
It was a Thursday afternoon. Family and friends chatted and caught up with each other in the Osterfield's backyard. Dream by Fleetwood Mac could be heard playing on the living room speakers.
Tom was talking with his dad. Betty and Ned sat at the garden chairs talking to one of Haz's brothers. Those two really were people persons. Miles and Y/N laughed at a hilarious history joke their professor rambled about. Tom tried to pay them no mind, though his glance drifted to them every now and then. His dad eventually noticed the shift in his mood, but decided to ignore it because his mum came to them, carrying Haz's niece. Tom accepted the baby to his arms while his mum and dad went to the kitchen.
Lily, the smol bean's eyes crinkled with joy and giggled. Her chubby little hands reached out to him. Tom stuck his tongue out affectionately her. He turned his head to the low whistle he heard.
"Wow... Daddy," Y/N smirked.
That day was all fun and games, but by the end it they still had school stuff to catch up on. A few weeks later, they decided to cram in the library.
Nothing feels better than suffering with acads together friends.
The group sat in a table by the corner, immersed in their own world. Tom went to the bookshelves to look for an autobiography book his proffesor suggested. Ned was compiling essays on his laptop. Miles was reading a book by Neil Gaiman. Haz and Betty were doing their Calculus homework.
Y/N's chin rested on her hands, staring blankly at her laptop screen. A straight line blinked repeatedly on the ends of the only sentence she typed.
What the fuck |
She just needed a head start on this critique paper. Nothing too heavy, just one paragraph to kick it all into place. That's where it's always hard. The first line. So now she's stuck with cursing. Before Y/N realize it, she's slumped her face down to the wooden table with a light bang. The group lifted their eyes to her, asking if she was alright. She shoved her thumbs up above her head, and they went back to what they what they were doing.
Haz who sat on her right, patted her back. "Same here, sis," he fought back a yawn.
Her eyes felt heavy. Then she groggily looked up to the little 'thunk' dropped on the table.
"Oh, great you're alive," she muttered before setting her face back on the table again.
Tom pulled his chair beside her. "Miss me already? I was barely gone for a few minutes."
"I'm so blessed to be with your presence," she stated in a monotonous voice.
Tom snorted. "Your professor is really gonna give you an A+ with those colorful words. 'What the fuck,' short but sweet."
She looked up and stuck her tongue out. Seeing his face has started to get old ... she tried convincing herself that, though.
They did their business. Ever so often, Y/N and Tom's elbows would brush against each other. Y/N had her earphones on, listening to her shuffled playlist on Spotify. Tom heard muffled tunes, and turned his head closer.
"What are you listening to?" He whispered; his breath fanned the side of her neck that sent chills up her spine.
She didn't look at him and instead continued to write key points to make on her essay. She spoke, her voice low. "This one's called Uncomfortable by Wallows."
He grinned and leaned even closer. "Can I listen?"
From across the table, Ned took 10 bucks from his wallet and shoved it on Betty’s hand. She pumped her fist in a silent triumph.
Y/N shifted her head to look at him, only to find his cute, devilishly handsome face inches away from hers. If she would tilt her head a little... their lips would touch. They locked eyes for a second, before she plucked one earphone and gave it to him.
He cocked his head, liking the song. Minutes passed. The only noises were from turning book pages, soft patter of keys on the laptops, and bits of hushed voices encompassed the area.
An hour later, Y/N felt herself getting hungry and went out to buy food, Betty tagging along. They ate outside since the library was strict on the 'NO eating policy.' Not even other drinks are allowed, only water. The others stayed behind. Then Betty came back to her seat.
"Where's Y/N?"
Betty sat on her chair, "She's outside, still eating."
Tom nodded and felt himself getting hungry, too. He opened his backpack and took a bag of Cheetos he stashed. He stood and said to them he was gonna eat outside. He went out, and spotted her leaning on a pillar, scooping ice cream out of a cup.
"I'm starving," he stood beside her.
"We've been there for ages," she scooped another spoonful of mint chocolate ice cream she got from the shop across the street.
Tom munched on his Cheetos. He turned to look at her happily savoring her ice cream. He moved for Y/N's ice cream cup but she swerved it out of his reach.
"Get your own," she swatted his arms away.
A thought crossed his mind. It reminded him of the last time they did this at his kitchen, over a slice of cake. And how they've been so close...
For the past few months, he's gotten a strange feeling whenever Y/N was around. Like there's an electric buzz in him, his heart would warm up at the sight of her. He couldn't stay away from her, and he wants to know her better, and feel her and just be there right beside her. He couldn't explain it.
Tom grinned at the memory, chucking a piece of Cheetos on his mouth. He stepped forward. "D'you wanna know how Cheetos and mint chocolate chip ice cream tastes like together?" he leaned closer to her face; his breath hot against her skin. His gaze shifted down to her parted lips. "You know, for research purposes..."
"Hmm?" She held her eyes up on his own gleaming brown ones. "Probably good. Anything's good with mint chocolate ice cream."
"Yeah?" His hands reached out to move the strands of her hair away from her face. "Wanna test it out?"
She shrugged.
Tom found his hand on the back of her neck and slammed his lips to hers. Y/N's eyes fluttered shut. He tasted full of that cheesy goodness. And her, a heavenly taste of vanilla and the aroma of mint. Her arm stretched out to keep the ice cream cup away. She parted from his lips to set the cup down onto the pillar. He wrapped his arms to her waist, pulling her flush against him. With her now empty hands, she ran her fingers on his soft brown curls. She tugged at the strands, eliciting a low guttural sound from him muffled by her mouth on his.
He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead on hers, breathless. "We should get back inside to do ... stuff."
"No no. Don't care." She pulled the back of his neck and closed their distance again. He chuckled.
Y/N loved the way their mouths danced to a rhythm, flavors mixing together from the forgotten taste-testing session, now a different kind of session.
A hand still on her waist, the other cupped her cheeks and tilted her chin to give him more access. She wrapped both her arms around his neck, welcoming warm the feelings burning inside her.
They parted, but still inches away from each other. Y/N bit his lower lip. Tom hissed in surprise but she kissed it better.
"So ... what do you think?" He murmured in a low voice.
"Mmm, I like it." Cheetos and ice cream forgotten.
"Yeah?" He grinned at her. "Me too."
Seconds lapsed. Neither of them moved, still stuck in a more romantic version of a staring contest.
"I like you." Tom's heartbeat raced.
She grinned back at him. "I like you, too. Like 3000. I like you that much."
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