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Dating Tom Holland Would Include....

  • Constantly bickering with Harrison on who Tom loves more. 
  • Always winning these fights
  • “Sorry mate, but have you seen her? She’s absolutely stunning.”
  • Having all sorts of adventures with Tom and Harrison
  • Because let’s face it, wherever Tom goes, Harrison follows.
  •  But never really minding because as long as Tom is around, so are you.
  • Tom always making sure that you’re okay. 
  • “You sure, love? Okay. I just want to make sure my girl is happy.” 
  • Him wrapping his arms around you every chance he gets.
  • Calling you every kind of cute nickname in the book because he can never just pick one.
  • “Babe, love, doll, sweetie, beautiful, gorgeous, cutie, honey,” All of them.
  • Sometimes finding himself just staring at you because he can not believe how lucky he is to have you.
  • Having to break up Tom and Harrison’s arguments on who loves you more. 
  • “Enough, you two. I swear you guys are like little kids fighting over a toy, and I am NOT a toy.” 
  • “Course you’re not, babe. But, I do love you more than Haz.” 
  • “I know you do. Why do you think I’m with you.” 
  • Tom leaving you with little notes that he placed everywhere.
  • “Hey babe, I love you!”
  • “Did you know you’re amazing?”
  • “You’re my girl, don’t ever forget.” 
  • “Call me when you find this!” 
  • “I could stare you forever.” 
  • “You’re the first and last person on my mind.” 
  • “I miss you.” 
  • Tom begging you to go with him everywhere because he just doesn’t want to leave you. 
  • “Please come with me.” 
  • “No, Tom. I have to work-”
  • “-but, I’m Spiderman. You don’t have to work.” 
  • “Did you just seriously use that line on me?”
  • “Did it work?” 
  • “Absolutely not, you dork. I love you, I do but I promise I’ll come visit. Okay?”
  • “Fine, but you better.” 
  • Always, always feeling guilty because you know that sometimes he gets a little bit of anxiety and stressed and you seem to be the only remedy. 
  • Flying out on the next flight possible.
  • And immediately all the stress and anxious thoughts are thrown out the window the minute he sees you. 
  • Him always whispering in your ear, “Thank you.” 
  • Always reassuring him that he’s earned all the success in his life.
  • Sometimes feeling a little scared that he’ll forget you with his oncoming fame. 
  • Tom reading you like a book and breaking these thoughts from your head. 
  • “You do know that I love you right? And that I wouldn’t be here without you. I’d be a wreck if I ever lost you. Don’t ever think for one second that I could make it without you.” 
  • Feeling reassured until the next time you felt scared. 
  • Tom always going above and beyond in his gifts for you on birthdays, anniversaries, and just because he want to’s. 
  • Him surprising you with a vacation to a place you’ve always wanted to visit. 
  • Following him basically anywhere and everywhere because he will literally get on his hands and knees to beg.
  • Forcing you to play basketball with him even though you know that there’s a reason why you’re not a pro basketball player. 
  • But always seeming to win.
  • Knowing that he lets you.
  • But never questioning it because it was his way of spending time with you.
  • Spending time with his family.
  • Because in a way, they’re your second family.
  • Tom’s mother commenting on how happy she is that Tom has found himself a wonderful girl.
  • His father agreeing one hundred percent and cracking jokes as to when they should expect the wedding.
  • His brothers always teasing Tom about how much you have him wrapped around your finger.
  • Blushing because you would never want him to be “whipped”, but it’s nice to know that you have that power.
  • Tom clapping back with, “At least I’ve got a girlfriend.” 
  • Laughing when they’d all get into a wrestling match.
  • “If I win, [Y/N] is mine!”
  • “No, if I win, [Y/N] mine!”
  • “Bloody Hell! You gits think you’re actually going to win? [Y/N] will always be mine, whether or not I do lose.” 
  • Going to the gym with him.
  • Getting distracted because by God those muscles should be illegal.
  • Him knowing it and teasing you about it.
  • Always getting back at him by doing anything and everything that shows of your figure.
  • Tom throwing down his weights and attacking you with kisses. 
  • Him always being respectful of your boundaries. 
  • Never pushing you to do things you don’t want to do. 
  • You loving him for it.
  • Knowing that you will eventually let him but just not right now because you’re not ready.
  • And him being perfectly okay with that.
  • Sparring with him.
  • Tom being beyond impressed at your skills.
  • Telling you everyday how much he loves you.
  • Begging him to take you to go get icecream even though he can’t really have any.
  • Scolding him when he says, “fuck it,” and gets himself some. 
  • “You’re trainer is going to be pissed.”
  • “So what.” 
  • Shaking your head and enjoying your icecream date with him.
  • Taking Tess out for walks together.
  • Taking a million pictures of her because she’s just so damn cute.
  • Lazy days with Tess
  • Cuddling the poor dog into suffocation until she can’t take it anymore and leaves.
  • Leaving you two clinging onto each other.
  • Tom leaving trails of kisses along your forehead.
  • Holding you tight.
  • Falling asleep in each other’s arms. 
  • Waking up in the middle of night, panicking because your parents are going to freak out.
  • Tom shooting out of bed to get you home.
  • Him trying to help you sneak into your house without your parents waking up.
  • Him mumbling that the two of you should just move out together.
  • Telling him that it would be a good idea but to talk about it later.
  • Tom always gushing about you in interviews.
  • Always being his plus one to the films you want to see.
  • Introducing you to your favorite actors.
  • Getting embarrassed when Robert Downey Jr. finally gets to meet you.
  • “SO, this is the girl you never shut up about? It’s about damn time I finally meet her. [Y/N], it’s so lovely to meet you. I feel like I practically know you with the amount of stuff Tom has told me about you.” 
  • Also getting a little embarrassed but not as embarrassed as when fans stop you on the streets.
  • Getting panicky because you’re just waiting for the hate.
  • But being surprised when it’s nothing but love and awe.
  • Agreeing to take pictures with them and asking to take one of them so you can put it on Instagram as well. 
  • Speaking of Instagram, Tom is forever posting sly pictures of you. 
  • You are literally all over his page.
  • But, it’s okay because he is all over yours.
  • You’ve been trending on #couplegoals for days
  • Threatening Tom with his life if he doesn’t stop posting the selfies you send him. 
  • Him not caring.
  • “I’ll take my chances, babe.”
  • Getting him back on snapchat with the crazy filters.
  • Agreeing to tone down the embarrassing pictures. 
  • But one or two always comes leaking out and you are forever mortified. 
  • Starting a prank war. 
  • You always seeming to have better pranks.
  • Feeling bad and deciding to call it off but not before Tom gets you really good. 
  • Laying out under the stars and talking about the future.
  • Telling each other that as long as you have each other, the future can bring whatever it wants.
  • Tom surprising you with a promise ring. 
  • “We’re both still really young and I know a lot of people our age are getting married but I just can’t imagine getting married at this moment. But at least with this, it’s a promise that you will have my last name, just not right now.” 
  • You accepting it because there is not a damn soul on this earth aside from Tom that you could see yourself with.

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Favourites Masterlist!!

As Tumblr was being a dick, I had to cut out my favourite Supernatural fics from this masterlist and put them on this new one X

Decided to put all my favourite imagines/smut/preferences into one post. I would recommend everyone to read all of these, and be sure to check out the blogs because they are seriously amazing! (* is smut)

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Tell You Later

Warnings: lots of nsfw, cursing, will give u tom feels

Summary: you and thomas have been best friends with benefits for almost a year now, however he want’s it to be more and can’t find the moment to tell you that.  My first smut so bear 🐻 with me.  ft. slightly sub!tom

concept by Lili (@osterfieldz) story by Zara (@tomsleftbrow)

word count:  2358

key: the first part is toms perspective, flashback,  __________ denotes perspective change

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IMAGINE : your boyfriend of a year has just proposed to you , you quickly go to tom to tell him (secretly hoping he will stop you ) and he stands like so :

Once you told Henry you just need a few hours to think you took the next taxi to toms apartment. Running up the stairs after he buzzed you arrived in front of his door with him standing there smiling “ I have news ” your broke the silence “ Henry proposed to me ” you said hoping he would say ’ no ’ or something to show he loved you like you did with him ➖➖ ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ Tom stood there for a moment frozen “ that’s ” he paused as you saw his eyes become crowed with tears “ that’s great (y/n) ” he nearly whispered . You stood their with a small break in your heart “ yeah it is ” you said hoping to sound convincing. ➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖➖ You were about to leave when you heard tom mutter “ no ! I’m not letting you go ” just before you could ask what he meant he grabbed your waist and pulled you close and gently laid the most passionate loving kiss you had felt in your life “ marry me (y/n” he whispered against you lips catching your breath “ not a man who only half as loves you as much as me ” tom begged and you simply nodded you head .

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being a makeup guru and dating Tom Holland

A/N: i’ve been wanting to do this for a while. requests are open!

Originally posted by spiderholland

❣ Begging Tom to be in one of your videos
❣ ‘Tommyyyyyyyy, pleeasseee
❣ *sigh* ‘finnnneeee, but make me look hot
❣ Him watching you set up your camera and not helping at all
❣ ‘i’m already letting you do my makeup, do you really need me to help?
❣ You giving him a look so he ends up helping you
❣ Once you have everything set up, you turn your camera on to start filming
❣ But he sneezes before you can start your intro
❣ you give him a ‘are you shitting me’ look
❣ ‘annnyyywayyys, i’ll edit that out
❣ ‘what does this do?
❣ ‘Tom don’t touch that
❣ you explaining your process while you do his makeup
❣ ‘am i pretty yet?
‘you’re always pretty
❣ doing a really nice smokey eye on him
❣ ‘how about we go out to lunch after this?
❣ ‘hahaha y/n
❣ him sneezing setting powder everywhere and apologizing a million times afterward
❣ promising to buy you more
❣ you just roll your eyes and continue on
❣ ‘this is a highlighter, dear
❣ ‘pshhh, i knew that.’
❣ ‘nude or red?
❣ him giving you a suggestive look so you slap his arm
❣ ‘nude it is
❣ spraying his face with setting spray which causes him to scrunch up his face
❣ ‘i’m pretty hot’
❣ his phone ringing in towards the end
❣ ‘tell harrison i can do his makeup too
❣ hearing harrison yelling no through the phone
❣ after hanging up, his throws his arms around you and plants a kiss on your cheek
❣ him laughing his ass off because he thinks its a riot
❣ ‘are you going to let me do your makeup next?
❣ ‘yikes and that’s the end of this video. Bye!
❣ him chasing you around the house afterward with an eyeshadow palette and a blush brush
❣ ‘that’s not even the right brush!

Lost and Found

Steve x Reader Oneshot

Summary – You drive the team crazy talking about football and you think that everyone, including Steve, has forgotten your birthday.

Warnings – Absolutely none!  Just pure fluff!

Word Count – 1,403

Notes – I wrote this back in February for Chanel’s (@imaginingbucky) birthday.  I was on hiatus so I didn’t post it.  I just remembered that I wrote it and thought you guys would enjoy it!


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When (Y/N) had joined the Avengers back in June, she had made it her personal mission to convert Steve Rogers from a supporter of “America’s Favorite Pastime” into a Football Fanatic.  She had spent two months laying the groundwork before Pre-Season began. Being a close friend of Tony Stark had guaranteed that she had season tickets to all of the Patriots’ home games and being an Avenger got her invited into the locker room after the games to hang out with the players. 

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softie // tom riddle

part ii

pairing ➵ tom riddle x reader
genre ➵ angst
note ➵ this was requested and oH WOW did I get eMO writing this, anyway lol I hope you like this ♡

you and tom had grown up together as you were both orphaned and left at wool’s orphanage.

from the day he met you he felt a connection with you and therefore he didn’t want this to ever be lost. he felt that you were like him, different. he made you his best friend and he meant the world to you.

as the years went on, the differences you and tom shared got stronger and stronger.
you both could put those who were mean to you in harms way, you both could make animals do what you wanted without training them.


you’d both finally gotten a visitor and it was non other than albus dumbledore.

he proceeded to tell you both that you weren’t mad and that you were actually totally different.

a witch and a wizard.

you were both ecstatic to hear of this, now knowing that there was even more people like the 2 of you.


when it came to you both being sorted into your houses, tom got sorted into slytherin straight away.
however, when it came
to you…

truthfully, you had all the traits of a true hufflepuff: loyal, just, kind, hard working
but you didn’t want to be away from your tom so you begged the sorting hat to put you into slytherin, and so it did.


you and tom were more than happy at hogwarts, considering it your true home.

now well into your 6th year, you’d both become very experienced in magic.

even you had to admit that you totally weren’t the type for slytherin but, it wasn’t too much of a bother.

you’d be teased about being too much of a softie for slytherin and how the sorting hat eventually lost it by the time it got to you and put you in the wrong house but tom would always come to your saving grace and shut all of them up.

it never bothered you too much as nothing else mattered as long as you had your tom, you were happy.

you didn’t have many friends in slytherin and often felt very lonely but you never let tom feel your loneliness and it also didn’t mean anything to you, you had your tom.

however, it even started getting to cold, bold tom riddle.

why the hell were you in slytherin when you’re such a softie.

after having it grilled into his head by people left right and centre he finally couldn’t take it anymore.

it was just another average day, you were going about your life and so was everyone else.

you’d gotten out of lesson and were walking back into the slytherin common room to only have collided with some boy.

“I-I’m so sorry.” you stuttered, as you quickly bent down to pick up his books.

“you better be. god, a pathetic little softie like you in our great house, it’s despicable.” he spat at you before walking out of the common room, leaving you stunned.

you’d finally walked further into the room and saw tom, he was sat there the whole time.

you didn’t want to make any assumptions, maybe he’d just gotten there or maybe he was feeling unwell, there’s no way your tom would let someone clearly bully you and not do anything, right?

“hello tom, when did you get here?” you asked, begging to salazar slytherin that he’d just apparated in.
“10 minutes before you, I reckon.” he said, refusing to make eye contact.

“oh, I see.” you said, barely in a whisper.

you took a seat next to him but instead of being totally next to him you were gripping the arm of the sofa.

you couldn’t help but think why didn’t he help you? why didn’t he stand up for you if he was right there?

“(y/n), you know I can’t always stand up for you. you need to toughen up a little and stop being such a push over.” he said monotoned.

“I-I know tom, I’m sorry I just can’t help it-it’s just the way I-” you stuttered out, feeling horrible as you were being made to feel bad for just being yourself.

“christ, how did you even get sorted into slytherin.” he muttered.

“because I wanted to be with you, you prick!” you screamed finally, your tears not being able to stay in your eyes anymore.

“I wanted to be with my best friend.”

“what?” he asked with shock.

“you think I don’t know that I’m not meant for stupid fucking slytherin? clearly, I’m not! god, have you even noticed how I feel alone all the time because all the insufferable slytherin pricks make me feel awful! but no, I never say anything! because all I fucking want is for my best friend tom to be happy so I just go on and make do with what I have.” you exclaimed with tears falling down your face ferociously.

“the problem with slytherin house is the fact non of you know what loyalty is even if it smacked you over the head.” you carried on, giving tom a piece of your mind.
“like how some people even forget to look out for the person that they once called their best friend.”

“(y/n)-” he tried to talk.

“call me all you want tom riddle, a softie, a push over, but there’s not anything that would have made me leave you in the dark. I looked out for you to the best of my ability, always.” you finally finished.

tom had just gotten his reality check.

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Prompt Request: could you do a dad!tom where it’s basically where the reader and him find out she’s pregnant and some cute things he does whilst she’s pregnant and like telling his family and fans and then when the baby is born, his first bonding moment with the child and then just some cute things after about the baby and tom and reader or something please thank you! [ the baby can be any gender or even twins] (for @xkaciesearlex )

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy, fluff, some language

A/N: Takes place about 2-3 years after Spider-Man: Homecoming

When Tom finally decided to tell the press and his fans about one of the most important people in his life, his girlfriend, he had never felt so much anxiety in his life. He wanted his fans to like her as much as he did and he wanted the press to respect her the way he has. (Y/N) had taken a huge leap when she told Tom about the feelings she had for him and thought she was ready to subject herself to the ridicule of his fans and the rest of the public. After a year of dating secretly, Tom finally pulled her out into the public spotlight to show off the woman he loved. Over the course of a few months the commotion had settled down and both Tom and (Y//N) felt even more comfortable in their relationship with one another.

(Y/N) had been living with Tom since they ousted their relationship and things had become more serious than they could have imagined. He had started to seriously consider proposing to her and had even picked out a ring. He kept the small ring box rolled up in his black and red spider socks just in case the right moment happened to come.

One night, as the couple ate dinner at Tom’s parents’ home, (Y/N) felt a strange sense of uneasiness come over her. For some reason, Nikki’s incredible Shepherd’s Pie, that was (Y/N)’s favorite food, had upset her stomach to the point that she had to hurry off upstairs and hurl into their toilet bowl. Concerned (Y/N) was getting the flu, Tom hurried to get her home, but no other symptoms plagued her the rest of the night. The next morning, when Tom tried to surprise her with bacon and eggs, the same thing happened: the smell caused her stomach to churn and immediately, she started dry heaving over the kitchen sink. Tom hurried over to her side and held her hair as she bent over the sink at her waist.

She groaned in disgust for herself and spit the bile out of her mouth as Tom handed her a glass of water. Immediately, she started to panic. Without explaining anything she stated to Tom that they needed to go to the store immediately. He drove her to the closest drug store and lingered around the cold and flu medications, trying to find something to keep her from throwing up, but she walked past him toward the feminine hygiene aisle. His heart immediately stopped as she grabbed a pink, rectangular box.

“You can go wait in the car,” she stated as she grabbed her wallet from her purse.

“(Y/N),” he sighed, his large brown eyes betraying his fear.

“Please, Tom. I don’t want the rumors to hit the press before we know anything for sure. You’re much more recognized than I am.” He knew she had a point but he hated the seemingly cowardice notion that came from leaving her alone. She quickly checked out, ducked into Tom’s car, and they hurried back to their apartment.

Once inside, she rushed into the bathroom, tore the box open and uncapped the two pregnancy tests: one displaying the typical pink lines and the other digital. When she had finished, she recapped them and left them on the covered lid of the toilet seat. Her heart was pounding and her hands shaking as she exited the bathroom and collapsed into Tom’s arms.

“Do…do you know yet?” she shook her head and showed him the two minute timer she had running on her phone. He pulled her tighter against his chest and kissed the top of her head gently, over and over again, whispering the entire time, “you know I love you more than anything right?” “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met, (Y/N). I love you.” “No matter what, I’m going to be beside you.”

The ringing of her alarm sent her heart into a panic. (Y/N) jumped against Tom’s grasp and started to shake. The rest of her life could change in a second and the anxiety that came with it terrified her. “I’m going to look, love,” he said as she slipped out of his arms and onto the bed. Tom slowly made his way into the bathroom and gently lifted the two white sticks from the toilet lid and turned them over. Immediately, he rushed back to the bed and found his lips crashing onto hers. He could feel the fresh tears leave her cheeks and fall onto his but he didn’t care. Tom grabbed (Y/N)’s face and pressed his lips against hers until her shaking worsened. “We’re going to have a baby.”

(Y/N) immediately started sobbing. They were both still fairly young; she wasn’t sure if she was ready to have a child and she knew that a baby would ruin Tom’s career. His fans would think of her as nothing more than a whore he knocked up, his family would ridicule them on not being safe enough during sex, and the public would see their relationship as another one of those Hollywood tabloids about couples having to stay with one another because kids are involved.

“Why are you crying, (Y/N)?” Tom asked her. She hadn’t noticed the beaming smile forming along his face as he placed tiny kisses all of her her face and rubbed his hands along her stomach.

“This is a mistake,” she cried as she got up, trying to run away from her problems but then realizing she was trapped with it for the next nine months.

“What?” Tom exclaimed. “(Y/N), sure this wasn’t planned, but it’s not a mistake!”

“This baby is going to ruin your career!” her voice was rising and she couldn’t control the tears coming from her face.

“This baby is going to make me happier than I’ve ever been before,” he said. Immediately he remembered the ring hidden deep inside his sock drawer and he jumped to retrieve it. I plucked it from its box and hurried back to the woman who was about to give him a family. “I’ve been hiding this from you for seven months now, (Y/N), but I can’t think of a better time to give it to you,” he began.

“No, Tom, please don’t,” she begged, her eyes filled with tears as he fell to his knee.

“Why not?” he asked gently.

“Not like this,” she gasped. “Not when I’m hysterically breaking down. Not because you feel obligated. Not because I’m pregnant.” The pain in Tom’s heart released through his eyes as the woman he loved could think his love was conditional.

“This would have happened if you weren’t sad, it would have happened if you weren’t bringing a little Holland into the world, and it certainly isn’t happening because I feel obligated to be with you,” he stated firmly while taking her hand in his.

“I understand that this isn’t conventional, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please, (Y/N) be my wife.” She couldn’t speak through the tears streaming down her face, both in fear of her situation and in admiration of Tom. She nodded vigorously and Tom slipped a ring onto her finger.

“But what are we going to do?” she worried out loud. Tom refused to let her panic any longer.

“Come here,” he muttered as they walked into the bathroom. He started the warm water and allowed it to fill up the tub as he gently removed (Y/N)’s clothing and then his own. The two lowered into the tub. (Y/N) leaned against his chest between his legs, steam rose in small swirls around them and covered the mirrors. “Do you not want anyone to know?” he asked as he gently scooped the water into his hands and let it flow down her aching muscles.

“I don’t want your dreams to be ruined because of me. I don’t want your fans or your friends to hate me.”

“(Y/N), they will love you because I love you and they want me to be happy.”

“I still don’t think that telling the world we fucked up is the best idea,” she grumbled.

“Well then we won’t tell the world,” he sighed against her neck and rubbed gentle circles on her stomach.

“Who do you want to tell so badly?” she asked him sounding rather agitated.

“My parents, of course,” he said with a smile on his face. “My brothers, Harrison, my grandparents-”

“Let’s just start with your parents and then maybe your brothers and Harrison,” she said in a shaky voice. Tom knew she was terrified. Her body was about to go through a horribly scary transformation and she faced months of agony leading to the longest and most painful hours of her life, all because of a ripped condom, but Tom was terrified and excited. Sure he was young and not ready to be a dad, but the thought of (Y/N) carrying around a piece of him that was growing into another human being made the fear seem like a bad dream he had two days ago rather than the night terror his fiancé seemed to be enduring.

“I know that you don’t want a lot of people knowing, but the press is going to find out eventually,” he muttered against her warm skin.

“I know,” she muttered hopelessly. “But I-I’m scared. You’re such a great actor; I don’t want this to get in the way of it.”

“Well, why don’t we let it slip that we’re engaged and then the press will be waiting for the wedding instead of little Peter’s birthday,” Tom cooed at the mention of the baby.

“Okay, three things,” (Y/N) said before glancing up at Tom, “one, that’s a really great idea, two, what if the baby is a girl, and three, we’re not naming the baby after Peter Parker, especially since it was more than likely conceived when you decided to get kinky in the Spider-Man suit.”

“I’m glad you like my idea,” he said with a smirk, “if it’s a girl, Parker is a pretty name, and had it not been for Spider-Man, I would have never met you.”

The next day, after letting their family members know about their engagement, Tom and (Y/N) went public with their plans to marry. They answered swarms of questions and had exclusive interviews, but when the day was over, they found themselves back in the other’s arms in the comfort of their bed, still bickering over naming the baby after Spider-Man.

After a couple of months passed by and the doctors had a confirmed heartbeat, (Y/N) and Tom decided to bring their news to his parents and brothers. Dom, Nikki, and (Y/N) were sitting around the backyard watching Tom, Harry, Sam, and Paddy teach one another new gymnastics tricks and flips when Tom found the most casual way to slip (Y/N)’s pregnancy into conversation. Dom came back outside with a cooler of beers, handing one to each of his of-age sons, his wife, and his soon to be daughter-in-law. His intentions were to raise a toast to (Y/N) and Tom, but he would so find out that they had more to celebrate than their engagement. As Dom made his rounds passing out beers, he finally reached (Y/N) only to have Tom blurt out the secret that had kept for nearly three months.

“(Y/N) can’t have a beer, Dad! It’s not good for Pete,” Tom called out as he spotted Paddy’s backflip.

“Who’s Pete?” his father asked as Nikki jumped from her chair, rushed toward her oldest son, and flicked the back of his head.

“Thomas Stanley Holland,” she huffed before running back to (Y/N) and hugging her.

“What’s going on?” Dom asked.

“For the last time, Tom,” (Y/N) spoke, “we’re not naming him Peter!”

“Wait,” Harry and Sam called at the same time. “You two have been having sex this whole time?” they gasped in feigned shock.

“Oh God!” Dom finally realized. “(Y/N), you’re pregnant?” She nodded weakly at her future father-in-law as he quickly turned his head toward his eldest son. “And you’re–you’re going to be a dad?”

“Ans it’s a boy?” the twins asked in excitement as they each hugged the girl who had come into their lives so many years ago.

“We don’t know yet for sure,” Tom explained.

“But I really feel like it’s a little boy,” she continued.

“Does this mean I’m going to be an uncle?” Paddy asked as the excitement took over the Holland home.

“Yeah, Pads,” Tom called as his brothers hurried to hug and congratulate him and their new sister. “It means there’s going to be another little Holland around.”

One morning toward the end of her pregnancy, (Y/N) woke up to a text from Nikki and a smile on a sleepy Tom’s face.

“What are you looking at love?” he asked as his hands fell over her stomach. “How did you sleep?” he continued. “Johnny didn’t keep you up, did he?”

“I slept fine,” she said in reply. “John didn’t kick too much, well, at least not last night. Right now is a different story,” she huffed. Tom flipped onto his side and his long fingers slid across her largely extended belly. His eyes lit up and his mouth formed a small ‘o’ as he felt his son move beneath his hand and his fiancé’s skin. “And I was smiling at this picture your mom send me.” (Y/N) turned her phone around and showed him the black and white photograph Nikki had taken of her and Tessa during the surprise maternity shoot they planned for Tom’s birthday.

The largest smile Tom had ever made slid onto his face. “You know, love, I have seen you in a million different lights at all angles and you have never looked more stunning than you do here.” He immediately pulled her closer to him and kissed her a million times over. 

“Seriously, Tom,” she huffed and then chuckled. 

“I am serious, (Y/N). I’ve never seen you more gorgeous than you are like this.”

“Like this?” she scoffed. “Like a fat-fucking whale, secretly knocked up?” Her tone was laughing at her expense, mostly because she had grown comfortable with their situation and found it easier to make fun of themselves.

“You are stunning, exactly like this,” he said to her while kissing her lips and feeling their son roll around in her belly. “Just. Like. This.”


Summary: you guys already know i suck at these but basically things get heated at the gym with tom

Pairings: Tom x Reader

Warnings: Smut

A/N: i hope u enjoy?????

The gym wasn’t your thing, but if
if going meant you got to see Tom all worked up and glistening with sweat, you were sure to be there. Despite the fact it was Saturday morning, you made sure you looked your cutest, pairing the cutest athletic clothing you owned and some running shoes.

Checking yourself one last time in the locker room mirrors, you grabbed your water bottle and headed out to the gym area. The minute you stepped out, the sound of a punching bag being slammed against echoed throughout the building along with the occasional groaning and moaning of gym members.

As you walked further into the vicinity, you couldn’t help but stop in your tracks to admire Tom the moment you laid eyes on him. There he was, going at the punching bag, hitting it with much force. From time to time he’d let out a couple hisses under his breath for some sort of motivation.

Your eyes followed almost every movement he made - from the way his biceps contracted with every punch, the beads of sweat that trickled down his face, the way his curls fell and sculpted his face, the aggression he portrayed with every punch; you could go on.

Tom was so into his workout he didn’t even realize you were standing a couple of feet away from him, watching.

“Oh! Look who’s finally come out!” A huge smile formed on his face the moment he saw you. Dropping his gloves to the ground, he reached over to grab his water bottle.

“Shut up Tom,” you joked, throwing a playful punch at his arm, but regretted it soon after. His skin was practically doused with sweat.

Noticing the look of disgust on your face, Tom leaned in close to your ear. “Don’t act all grossed out, I know you love it when-”

“ALRIGHT Tom. I get it. Not the time,” you cut him off and made your way to where the treadmills were. Tom threw his head back in laughter from your reaction then threw his gloves back on, resuming his workout.

It had only been a couple of minutes that you’d been running and your calves were already on fire. You tried to shift your mind to someplace else but that was of no help - all that you could think of what Tom said before, which only got you all stirred up.

Suddenly, you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Tom.

“(Y/N), can you come with me for just a few?”

You practically jumped off the machine out of pure excitement. Thank goodness, you muttered under your breath. As long as you weren’t exercising, you were happy. Well, it depended, but, it was early Saturday morning and you’d much rather be in bed than exercising.

As he led you by the hand through the gym, you were unsure of what he was doing, yet intrigued at the same time. Eventually, you became familiar with the surrounding he brought you to - the locker room. After he lead you in, he closed the door shut with his foot and locked it. A smirk plastered across his rosy face.

“Tom,” you said in the form of a question rather than a statement.

“Yessss?” he responded, mocking your tone of voice.

“What are you do-” Before you could even finish what you were saying, all at once, Tom’s lips and body collided against yours as he pinned you up against the row of lockers.

“Tom. We’re in the locker room,” you reminded him. He scoffed at you, “Andddd?”

“And, we can get caught.”

“Pfft, don’t act like this isn’t turning you on,” he brought his hand up, rubbing his thumb against the bottom of your chin, “Look, no one will see us and we can have have a sneaky fuck again.”

He was right. Already from before, you were turned on from Tom’s little remark, and now this was just adding to your lust for him. Once you gave him a nod of approval, Tom brought his lips to your neck, grazing at the skin before making any further action. Just from that, a low moan escaped your mouth - so much for being “sneaky.”

“Enough with the teasing, just kiss me Tom,” you begged. Following your demand, Tom cupped your face between his hands before bringing your lips together, both of your tongues battling one another the moment they touched.

Tom brought his mouth close to your ear now, allowing you to feel his warm breath against the skin there.

“Do you feel how hard I am for you (Y/N)?” He spoke lowly, pressing his hips onto yours, making sure you aware of what you caused.

Your eyes widened, “Already?” Nodding his head, Tom then dropped his hands down low to give your ass a good squeeze.

“Can’t believe this ass is mine,” he remarked, giggling it in his hands then proceeded to give it a slap. Sliding your hands below, you wrapped your hand around his length and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Can’t believe this dick is mine,” you smirked, stroking it.

“And “this dick” can’t wait to be inside you,“ he said as he backed away, removing his grey tank, leaving him clad in sweats. Before you knew it, your clothes were off in a blink, with the help of Tom.

“Turn around and stick that ass out for me,” Tom ordered. Attempting to stifle your moans from his words, you bit down on your lip. As he wished, you turned around, with your underwear pooling at your ankles.

“I can guarantee you’re turned on enough but just to make sure,” he trailed off. Kneeling down, Tom took his hands and placed them on your ass, spreading them apart to gain better access to the thing he wanted most. His hot tongue licked up and down your slit, causing you to jolt a little. While he worked his tongue, Tom pushed a few fingers into you, the two actions overwhelming you with pleasure.

“Tom that feels so good,” you breathed. You struggled as you tried to keep quiet as he concentrated on your clit now, getting you wetter than ever. You whined as he stood back up, missing the contact.

“Don’t worry (Y/N), I’m gonna be right back,” he said, dropping his sweats along with his boxers to the ground. Once he made his way back to you, you immediately positioned yourself like how you were before, ready for him.

“Such a good girl,” he spoke in your ear. Slowly, he began rubbing his tip from your clit to your entrance. You couldn’t take the teasing anymore - you wanted Tom so badly it almost hurt.

“You’re so wet and ready for me darling,” he teased. Along with his actions, almost every word he said just edged you on even more, nearly making you come undone.

“Tom, fuck me already please.” You couldn’t believe how much he was teasing you, it was actually starting to piss you off.

Without saying anything, Tom filled himself inside you in one swift motion, causing you to throw your head back from the sensation. In no time, Tom already started to pick up the pace with his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the room.

He groaned. “You feel so good around (Y/N).”

With every thrust you bit down on your lip to conceal your moans, which was very hard to do. Tom was was fucking you so good, it didn’t take very long before you reaching your climax.

“Fuck, I love seeing from here,” he muttered under his breath as he took a fistful of your hair into his hands. As Tom could tell that you were getting close, he let go of your hair and reached down to rub your clit.

“Tom - fuck, I’m so so close,” you whimpered, biting down on your lip. His thrusts started to slow down in pace, about to reach his high.

“Me too babe,” he said, reaching for a fistful of your hair one last time. With one last thrust, Tom made your reach your high stronger than you’ve ever felt. Your whole body shook, as your high took control over you. Nearly seconds after you, Tom was twitching inside of you, filling you with his warmth, cursing sweet nothings while he did so. Once he slid himself out, the two of you stood there breathless as you attempted to recover from your climaxes.

Tom snickered. “So much for working out.”

It Just Happened (Tom Riddle Jr/Voldemort Imagine)

(A/N: Request for Tom Riddle angst! Female reader!)

You couldn’t remember how it started, just that you suddenly saw him one day - it just happened. You’d always found Tom Riddle to be handsome and like every other girl at Hogwarts you’d steal glances at him from the corner of your eye, but that meant little to you - he was just pleasing to look at.

Speaking to the boy was about as interesting as speaking to a windowpane. He was utterly dull and you’d find yourself making excuses to leave as soon as you couldn’t bare to pretend to be interested in the conversation anymore. Long story short, Tom Riddle was boring.

You hated boring.

But then one morning you woke up, dressed yourself, chatted with your roommates on the way to the Great Hall, taking your usual spot next to your closest friends, halfway up the table - and then it happened.

“Y/N, you’ll never guess who’s looking at you right now.” Your girlfriends huddled together and leaned forward, whispering to you, their eyes darting from you to something behind you.

Turning your head in the direction of their shared gaze, your eyes met with the most beautiful brown orbs you’d ever seen. Shaped by thick, long lashes that fluttered lightly as his stare intensified, you felt a painful burst of adoration for him explode within you.

“Tom Riddle is looking at you, Y/N!” You couldn’t look away, you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t blink, you could only stare back at the handsome Slytherin who had somehow after years of going unthought of captured you entirely. The rest of the morning your heart furiously pounded in your chest, refusing to calm as you came to your only shared class with the Slytherin - or lack thereof. A free period that you knew he used to study in the library, a place you rarely went to.

Breaths coming out in short pants, you felt sweat begin to form on your brow and lower back and hoped it wasn’t prominent. You were almost sprinting through corridors, up stairs and past paintings that scolded you for running inside. You didn’t care, all that was on your mind was finding Tom Riddle. His face was the only thing you could see and his name was the only thing you could hear.

Tom Riddle, Tom Riddle, Tom Marvolo Riddle, Tom, Tom, Tom.

“Tom!” You shouted as you burst into the library, eyes darting about as you rushed past book sections, frantically searching for the boy.

Practically sobbing, your heart threw itself around violently from beneath your rib cage and as you entered the far end of the library, there he was. Sitting with one leg folded over the other in his wooden desk chair, his eyes scanned over the pages of the book he held in his long, slender fingers.

What you did next was so unlike you, something your friends and family would absolutely not believe. You rushed to Tom, his name on your lips and your arms outstretched. Hands spread and gliding over his shoulders and gripping at the expanse of his broad chest. Your hands roamed all over Tom’s chest and stomach before coming up to cup his cheeks, pulling him into a desperate kiss you’d never needed before this day. As if expecting it, Riddle hummed approvingly into your mouth, book falling to the floor as his fingers wrapped around your wrists, thumbs brushing against the fabric of your robes.

“Tom,” you whimpered and the brunette chuckled, pulling away from you and watching your face carefully. “What’s gotten into you, Y/N? You’ve never been all too interested in me before.”

He was right, there was absolutely nothing natural about your sudden recognition of the boy you’d never cared for in your six years of knowing him - or knowing of him. “Of course I have!” You lied, hands shaking violently as tears welled in your eyes, you couldn’t control yourself.

“Please Tom, please,” you begged, tilting your head to kiss him again. Tom didn’t protest but he didn’t respond either and this made you panic. “I think I love you.”

Your lips trailed from his to his jawline where you whispered against his flesh. “I love you, Tom.” To your surprise, you felt the mysterious boy’s head tilt and you blushed wildly as a soft sigh left him. Pride swelled within you and you sucked dark blotches into his neck, knees quaking anxiously as you hovered above him.

“Do you love me, Y/N? Truly?” Tom asked softly and you unlatched yourself from him to meet his eyes, stroking his hair affectionately. “So, so much.” After your declaration of love to the Slytherin, you were rarely seen apart.

Hand-in-hand, the two of you went everywhere together and you even began spending time with his group of friends. You were so intent on pleasing him that you hardly noticed that you were spending less and less time with your own, not noticing their mourning of you.

“Y/N,” Tom called softly, fingertips tracing against the rosy flesh of your cheek, “I’ll return to you soon.” Crying softly, you threw yourself into your husband’s embrace. His long arms wrapped around you and his fingers ran though your hair.

“Will you long for me, dear?” You nodded furiously, sniffing as you sobbed into his vest. “Of course, my love. I long for you always.”

Tilting your head with his hand, Tom kissed you passionately and your fingers tangled into his thick waves. You continued to cry as you kissed him, lips pressing desperately into his. Your crying only ceased when you felt large hands slide up your blouse and over your swollen belly, fingers barely grazing your protruding belly button.

“I’ll definitely be here for our child,” he promised, “I simply cannot wait to meet him.” You scoffed, “It’ll be a girl.” Tom let out a low chuckle at your constant debate on your baby’s gender, he said boy, you said girl and it was a constant but playful battle. Hesitantly releasing you into the protection of the followers he’d accumulated since graduation, your husband Apparated from your sight, leaving you and your unborn baby alone in the old manor he’d claimed for himself after the murder of his muggle father and grandparents.

Weeks passed without word of Tom’s whereabouts in Albania and just as you were about to go in search for him despite his followers’ specific instructions to keep you within the manor, he returned. Face pale and eyes sunken in, Tom returned to you safely but somehow different and it troubled you deeply.

Standing in one of the many kitchens, preparing yourself a meal that would revolt anyone else, but your pregnant self demanded, you argued aggressively with the man who’s arms were lazily draped around you. “I feel fine, dear,” Tom said, “better than I’ve felt in years.”

“I know when you lie, Riddle. Don’t you know how worried I am about you? This quest of yours is getting out of hand,” you cut aggressively into your hideous sandwich and continued your rant on deaf ears. “You forget that we’re married, lovely.” The brunette teased and you scoffed, “What of it?”

Tom nuzzled into your neck and breathed in your scent, sighing deeply and squeezing you closer and you let out a low groan. “You’re so manipulati - ” Your handsome lover raised a brow at your unfinished sentence but only became alert when the dish you’d been holding slipped from your shaking hands and his eyes fell to the ground.

A puddle surrounded your shaking form and Tom wrapped himself around you, Apparating to an upstairs bedroom and carrying you to your shared bed. You shivered wordlessly there and didn’t protest when several others appeared into the room, men and women. The next eight hours were the most painful you’d ever experienced and no amount of magic could dull your agony.

You screamed, cried and begged for it to stop until your voice gave and even Tom’s usually calm demeanor was shaken. His hands cupped yours and you squeezed, screaming as you were commanded to push over and over and over.

You felt as if your body was about to break or split and despite all the tears flooding your eyes and the sweat running down your face, with one final heave you caught a glimpse of a writhing pair of legs. Head falling back, your eyes fluttered closed and the sound of a crying babe lulled you to sleep. You did it, you’d had your baby.

“Mother,” a soft voice called, “mother, I’m hungry.” You moaned softly, rubbing your lids roughly as you stirred in Tom’s arms.

Reaching out and pulling back the covers, you wriggles from your fleshy cage and slipped on your gown and slippers, smiling as your son’s hand slipped into yours. “What would you like, darling?”

Looking down at your five year old, you noted just how much he looked like his father. Dark brown hair framed his pale face and you felt your heart flutter every time those familiar brown eyes looked up at you. He was utterly gorgeous, just like his father - his father who was looking less and less like himself every day. You spent most of your time tending to your son and in return he was a well behaved, obedient boy.

And then one day, just as abruptly it had come, your love and devotion to your husband, the father of your beautiful baby boy, was gone. You packed your suitcase in the dead of night, gathering as many of your belongings as you could before waking your son, promising him you were going to take him somewhere wonderful. He gleefully accepted and you held him close, wand at the ready. You pulled off the dark ring Tom had given to you as your engagement ring and placed it on the bedside table.

You Apparated away. Far, far away in search for your long forgotten family with your son at your side, the feeling of being absolutely free and your own overwhelming you. You weren’t sure what happened, why you woke in a panic and the need to escape took over, but you knew it was right. Somehow you knew it was meant to be this way despite not knowing why.

It just happened.

anonymous asked:

5th year Tom being obsessive over upperclassman Harry

 It took everything in Tom’s body to not lurch forward and wrap his hands around that filthy Weasley girls neck. 

Why couldn’t anyone understand? The frustratingly perfect, reckless, 6th year Gryffindor was Tom’s?  Harry Potter was everything Tom ever wanted. His tan hands made for Tom’s, lips made to fit perfectly with his, everything. 

Plus, Tom knew everything about Harry. He knew his favorite treat was treacle tart, he hated bitter-sweet candy and that he had a birth mark shaped as a crown on his left shoulder blade. Harry’s lucky socks he wore to Quidditch matches were red with a fox cartoon on the bottom, and that Harry only used cinnamon scented shampoo because it was the only thing that he remembered from his parents, it even said so in his journal that he keeps under the far right corner of his mattress. Tom also knew that Harry owned this magnificent deep green, silk dress shirt that would bring out his eyes.

Nobody knew Harry like Tom does, and nobody love’s Harry like he does. Tom always made sure to watch Harry every time he got the chance, like at dinner, breakfast and lunch, to make sure he was eating. Tom knew how forgetful his Harry could be at times. He also made sure to watch Harry to make sure no one was hurting him, or posed even the slightest threat, because Merlin be dammed if anyone hurt a single hair on his precious Harry’s head.

Tom’s favorite days were when Harry would look at him sometimes in the halls and give him a smile that could surly end the world. Or when Harry would say a short ‘Hello!’ to Tom on his way to class. Tom truly lived for those moments. 

Tom often dream’t that Harry and himself would be in an empty classroom together, all the desks conveniently placed, for when it got to the point in his dreams where he would pin Harry down to a desk and make him tremble and beg beg beg, for Tom to fuck him, to make him scream Tom’s name like the most beautiful prayer. 

The thought of having his most beautiful Harry laying beneath him, his back arching off the desk and the most beautiful sounds coming from his sinful mouth. Tom was excited for the day that it would become reality, although, one night in his dreams the rolls were switched. It was Tom who was withering and begging for Harry to just take him already, it was Tom screaming his name with Harry’s green eyes looking down on him lovingly. 

In all honesty, Tom would bend over for Harry anytime without any hesitation. The thought, that someone else may be laying beneath his Harry made Tom angry. It made him want to kill kill kill , it made him want to put the fear of God into people’s hearts. 

Tom continued to watch the bitch shamelessly flirt with Harry. Twirling her dull hair around her sausage fingers, and displaying her crooked, yellow teeth with a god awful smile. To Tom’s amusement, Harry seemed to be as grossed out as Tom is, making a little spark of victory go warm Tom’s chest, because he knew Harry never looked at him like that when he smiled. Tom knew he was handsome, above average and was perfect for Harry. Harry only deserved the best, and Tom was just that. He was tall, handsome, intelligent and powerful. Nobody could protect Harry like Tom could. Despite all this, the ugly feeling of jealously still boiled furiously in Tom’s gut, because even though Harry wasn’t impressed, he wasn’t making her leave either. 

Thoughts of ways Tom could get rid of the girl swirled through his head, until his train of thought was broken by the abrupt departure of Harry leaving the Great Hall in a hurry. When Tom saw that nobody made a move to follow him, he saw this as a chance to get Harry alone and make his move. Tom stood up gracefully and announced to his… friends, that he would be retiring to the dormitory early, bid them goodnight and told them not to follow. 

Tonight, Harry Potter, you will finally be mine. Tom hissed to himself with a predatory smirk on his face as he caught sight of the lovely Harry Potter sitting on his own in the dark corridor. 

“Hello, Tom.” Harry said softly, though, much to Tom’s dismay, not looking in his direction. 

Tom smirked anyway, “Hello, Harry.”

mage-of-words  asked:

Hey there, I love love your work of tomco fanfic and if ur open for request I have one in mind. Tom has a cousin who he loathes him more than anyone in his diminsion because he's more devilishly handsome than Tom and he does everything better than Tom. He was curious that Tom is visiting earth a lot so he went there to visit his cousin and try to pry on why Tom like this earth so much...he got his answer when he met Marco, fell in love, & he want him all to himself.

This was so much fun to write! I hope you like the story! I worked really hard on this one and I hope it’s what you wanted! Let me know what you think and if you like how it turned out! Thanks for the request and thank you for saying such nice things! You are too sweet!


Tom huffed a bit and shoved his hands into his pockets. His father just kept talking to his aunt and uncle about him like he wasn’t even there. Like he didn’t hear all the horrible things they spat at him. “I just think don’t think Tom is the right kind of demon for the job. He hardly fits the role of a royal.” His aunt spoke.

“Have you thought of Saint Ogal’s for princes?” His uncle asked. Tom shrunk away and his father shot him a look.

“Yes we have, and if you recall correctly he broke out… twice.” His father hissed. Tom swallowed hard and looked away. “Perhaps Dave would be… better. But the people have come to expect Tom as their next king. I don’t think it wise to change that.” His father admitted. Tom sighed and looked away. Just as a voice spoke up Tom felt anger boil up.

“Uncle Lucifer, we all know I’m the better choice to inherit the kingdom. I know he’s your son but, Tom has done nothing but mess up ever since he was just a child.” His older cousin spoke up. Dave was only Tom’s elder by a year, but he acted like he was the supreme overlord and ruler of his entire life. Tom couldn’t breath without Dave doing it better.

“I’m not arguing that.” Lucifer assured. Tom mumbled to himself. Even his dad openly admitted that Dave was better and Tom was nothing. “Just give him some time to shape up. Trust me, I don’t tolerate failure.” He warned, glaring at Tom. The littler demon gulped and straightened himself out, worried he was doing something wrong. But he was just standing there, still, Lucifer looked at him with disdain.

Lucifer dismissed the children so he could speak with Tom’s aunt and uncle alone. They acted like their gossip was some sort of secret meeting, but they just liked to judge others. Tom bowed his head and made his way out of the room quickly, followed by Dave. “You know it’s only a matter of time before they kick you out, right?” He asked. Tom just looked away. “Everybody knows I should be the heir! Why your dad kept you around for so long is beyond any of us, not even he wants you.” Dave told him. Tom clenched his teeth.

“Did your daddy tell you that?” Tom hissed. “It wouldn’t kill you to have an opinion of your own.” He growled. Dave narrowed his eyes at his cousin.

“You always have to talk back, why can’t you ever learn to keep your mouth shut? It might help you later on. You wouldn’t get yourself into so much trouble.” Dave mumbled. “No wonder your dad treats you the way he does, you deserve it.” He hissed.

Tom wanted to fall back from that comment, but he just thought very hard. Marco told him that wasn’t true. And Marco would never lie about something like that. “No, I don’t.” Tom turned around and Dave stopped. “I don’t deserve the crap you guys throw at me, especially my dad, you’re all just ignorant and can’t accept me because I’m not what YOU want me to be! But it doesn’t matter because I can be better!” Tom screamed at him. He turned around but Dave grabbed him by the shoulder. “Don’t touch me!” Tom hissed.

“Who told you that?” Dave demanded. “The guards say you’ve been sneaking off at night, going to Earth? And one day I show up and all the sudden you’re talking back and acting like you’re worth it all! What’s gotten into you?” He asked again. Tom huffed and turned away.

“Screw you.” Tom muttered, and teleported away.


“He acts like he knows everything.” Tom grumbled. Marco leaned against the demon and held his hand.

“Well he sounds like he knows nothing.” Marco promised. Tom smiled down at the human and Marco gave him a little kiss on the nose. “I’m sorry they treat you so poorly, I really am. But I’m so proud of you for standing up for yourself.” Marco beamed. Tom smiled and closed his eyes and buried his face in Marco’s hoodie.

“Thanks Marco… I was worried it would backfire. It probably will, my dad’ll have my head for yelling at Dave like that, and then running off to earth.” Tom explained. “The guards apparently caught me, so I’m in for it when I get back.” Marco bit his lip and felt anxiety flood up in his gut. He reached over and pulled Tom closer.

“M-maybe you should stay then.” Marco offered shyly. “I mean… it’s safer for you here and people love you and treat you nice.” Marco was almost begging. Tom looked up and gave him a kiss on the head.

“We’ve talked about this, I can’t just run away.” Tom told him. “But don’t worry about me, anytime I feel unsafe I PROMISE, I’ll come here.” Tom swore. Marco smiled and took the demon’s face, feeling his hair and ears.

“Anytime?” Marco asked

“I’m here now aren’t I?” Tom asked. Marco giggled and climbed up on Tom and began covering him in kisses. Tom giggled but Marco cut the noise off with a kiss on the mouth. Tom melted in the human’s embrace and they stayed there for a long while, kissing and pulling each other as close as possible.


Marco smiled when he saw Tom was curled up at the foot of his bed like a cat, fast asleep. Marco giggled and pet Tom behind the ears. “I thought you went home.” He laughed lightly. He enjoyed it when Tom stayed. Marco got up carefully and went downstairs to make the two of them some breakfast. When he got to the kitchen, there was already a visitor waiting for him, seated at the counter.

“Marco, I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” Dave admitted. Marco looked at the new arrival curiously and tilted his head. “You’re confused. I’m Dave, and You’re the humna my little cousin has taken such a fascination in. I was curious as to why he snuck off to earth so often but I think I got my answer.” He smiled.

“You’re Tom’s older cousin?” Marco asked. Dave nodded and Marco made an angry or disgusted face.

“I see you’ve heard of me?” He asked, laughing a bit.

“Oh Tom has told me ALL about you.” Marco assured. “And the door is over there so you can show yourself out.” Marco told him.

“You hurt me, I’m a guest in your home.” Dave corrected. Marco made a fake shocked face.

“Oh goodness me! Where are my manners?” Marco’s voice was dripping with sarcasm. “Allow me to show you to the door!” Marco offered. His fake demeanor dropped and he stamped his foot. “Now leave!” Marco demanded. “Tom is happy here, he’s safe here, and I don’t want you to ruin it.” He told the demon.

“Tom isn’t safe no matter where he goes, there are some things you can’t protect him from. We all suffer from that reality, now please Marco I came to have a chat with you.” Dave motioned to the chair. “If you will?” He asked. Marco seethed, but took a seat, watching the demon intently. “I have to admit when I first saw you I didn’t see the appeal. I followed Tom here thinking he spent his time messing around with some human gangs and such, and was seriously disappointed when I saw you.” He added. “But then I saw more Marco, I kept listening and watching, you really are wise for a human of your years. You understand things.” Dave explained. “You understand Tom and, even I can’t understand him!”

“What are you saying?” Marco asked. Dave moved over to stand next to the human.

“I;m saying you are a fascinating creature! Wiser than most humans, more capable, understanding, smart; you have an aura about you.” Dave continued. Marco didn’t fall for the flattery, his compliments meant nothing to him.

“I don’t care what you think of me, I still think of you as dirt.” Marco bit. Dave chuckled and sat back down across from Marco.

“Strong of will as well. I like it.” He added. “Tell me, what is such an exquisite creature as yourself, doing with my little cousin? Surely you can find yourself one better that Tom!” Dave laughed like their relationship was a joke.

“I LOVE him!” Marco hissed.

“And I love bread, but I wouldn’t date it over Brad Pitt, darling.” Dave told Marco. “Tom is… He’s a complete screw up!” Dave insisted. “All I’m saying is, Marco, I’m not. I’m better than him, you’re better than him… for the love of god, ANYTHING is better than him!” Dave seemed annoyed. “I’ve fallen for you marco Diaz, in the short time I’ve known you, come with me, leave the mistake you made settle for something better.” Dave put his hand out.

Marco stared at the demon for a very, VERY, long time. He was absolutely shock and appalled. How this guy had the nerve to come into HIS house, talk down the love of his life, and expect to earn his heart? Marco stood up very slowly and looked at Dave in the eyes. The older demon was smiling smugly. Without much more thought Marco slapped him across the face.

“Leave.” Marco told him in a calm voice. Dave shot up, he seemed angered by Marco’s actions.

“How dare you-” Dave was cut off when Marco slapped him again.

“Get out of my house!” Marco yelled this time. “This is MY home! Tom is MY DEMON! And he is PERFECT!” Marco growled. “He’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever come across, talk down to him again and I will find you! I will find you and I will END YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!?!” Marco screamed. Dave backed away, with fear in his eyes. “If my Tommy ever, EVER comes here again, frightened or sad because of YOU, AGAIN– YOU ARE GOING TO GET A DATE WITH ME ALRIGHT! A DATE WITH MY FIST AND YOUR JAW!” Marco screamed. Dave scrambled to his feet and Marco stood there, watching him intently. “Now get out of here.” Marco demanded, much quieter, but the threatening tone stayed.

“You’re making a mistake with this, I hope you know that.” Dave growled. Marco shoved him hard and Dave put hi hands up, backing out. “Goodbye Marco, I guess I was wrong about you. You are just as stupid as everyone else on this planet.”

Dave slammed the door and Marco just stood there, raging. He was claimed when he heard light footsteps descend the stairs. He looked up and saw Tom had just left his room and was walking down stairs, rubbing his eyes.

“Marco? Were you shouting?” Tom asked, concerned. He came down the rest of the stairs quicker and Marco smiled warmly at him. He walked over and wrapped Tom up in a warm hug, covering his face in kisses.

“Don’t worry Tommy, he… it was nothing important.”