The movie was so so so deeply sad but it was the BEST and Most Beautiful Movie I've ever seen! And it was ❤️❤️❤️ to See Andrew Garfield Spider-Man again too. All three Spider-Men Meeting each other, working together and becoming friends best idea ever. This makes this the best movie ever because no other movie has ever done that. I LOVED EVERY BIT of this Movie but the Movie was Also 😭😭😭😭 especially the ending and the ending scenes.
P.S. it was so so so so heartbreaking and sad when Andrew Spider-Man Saved Michelle Jones and Started Crying 😭😭😭😭and When he starts crying and tells that Gwen was My MJ 😭😭😭😭
This is the Best Movie and I Absolutely LOVE This Peter and MJ and Ship them Hardcore! ❤️😍
Why does Tom’s relationship remind me of Justin Bieber. Like how he was with Selena and then married Haley yet all his fans hate that because they wanted him with Selena. Same how they’ll treat whoever he marries because they want him with Zendaya?
I wouldn’t wish that type of toxicity on any relationship so i hope not lol. whoever they decide to be happy with is their choice and as fans people should be happy for them.
The dream had felt so real, being held by Superman as they flew over Metropolis. ...Don’t let go, Jordan pleads, despite knowing very well THE Superman wouldn’t even dream of it. He started feeling his chest tighten as they get closer to the ground, already imagining just how unsteady he’ll be the second they stand. However, a sudden ringing is heard in the distance and before Jordan knew it, he was back in his bed. Eyes tiredly opening, he groans, reaching over for his phone on his nightstand. He catches a sleepy glimpse at the name, unlocking it. “It’s like 3am...” he groans, annoyed. “Wait, are you not home?”
#c: reya #time: many years ago lmao #also this is reflecting my dream from last night #where tom hollands spiderman was swinging me across the desert #we wont mention how #but it was glorious :')
can you write a blurb about tom and the readers wedding? like his reaction to her waking down the isle and then their vows?
this is so so little but i kind of adore it
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you’d just looked so ethereal, waling towards him in your white dress, holding the bouquet you’d picked out together and grinning so wide he was sure his face would split.
tom could feel his eyes welling with tears, filled to the brim with joy and gratitude. all he could see was you, he couldn’t feel anything else, just the love that pumped through his veins every time he looked at you.
“hi,” you beam quietly when you made it to the end of isle. tom wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, and you had to do the same.
“hi,” he whispers back, leaning in just a bit, “you look beautiful, my love,” there’s a crack in his voice when he says it, but his smile remains strong.
“thank you, you look amazing too,” you nod, reaching out to squeeze his arm.
both of you cry when you say your vows. the words are so raw and full of the unprecedented love you and tom have for each other. he can’t help but reach out and squeeze your hand, his thumb stroking over the newly placed wedding band on your left hand, his eyes swimming in adoration and spilling with tears of elatment.
“i do,” he nods, giving your hand another gentle squeeze, a three count, his subtle way of saying i love you.
“I do,” you smile right back, not a trace of hesitation in your eyes. you’d always been told that when you’d found the one you’d know, and god, did you know.
so does tom.
when he’s told he can kiss his bride, tom kisses you as his wife, and he never wants to stop, because now, he’s your husband.
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“Why ain’t we just drivin’ near the church?” I inquired curiously, squeezing my skirt as I stared out at the passing forest scenery.
The preacher chuckled from beside me. “I know the town. And I know where the Lord’s spirit is strongest. Won't take that log at all,” he reassured.
I nodded, biting my lip. I fiddled with the seatbelt slightly, eyes glued to the road. Silence fell over us again as he turned left, descending down a dirt offspring. The gravel and rocks crunched underneath the tires, clanking against the metal. The surround forest was beautiful with how the light cascaded across the viridescent grass; I would have to show Arvin sometime.
I could tell that we had driven a few miles in. My ears popped from heightened elevation, but the priest was finally starting to slow. We came up to a crevice, and he parked the car between two rock walls. The area was covered in shade, and we were completely disconnected from the outside world, unless if we were to back out in the car.
“Ain’t there somewhere with a better view?” I questioned, peering over my shoulder.
The priest chuckled. “The Lord is everywhere, even in the darkness.” I drew my attention back to him, eyeing him curiously. “Now,” he clasped his hands together," pray with me, child.”
Faithfully, I followed suit. I clasped my hands together and shut my eyes. I sighed as the words of praise and love for the Lord flooded my mind. It was that of a honeymoon phase, just like the love I harbored for my Arvin.
Dear Lord, please cleanse me of those wicked boys who touched me. I was a victim and do not deserve to be wracked with the devil’s touch.
I jolted back into reality as something drifted over my leg. I turned to the priest, bewildered, warily glancing between him and his hand, which was gripping at my thigh. He was staring at me so adamantly and seriously, but I felt uncomfortable.
“Is… is everything alright?”
“My child, the Lord has told me what needs to be done. I have seen visions of his miracle works and I know how to save you.”
I bit my lip, shivers running down my siren as he leaned closer. I pressed my back into the cushioned truck my heart racing within my bosom. I gulped down my anxiety as he stared with prying eyes. I grabbed at his hand when it attempted to progress further up my thigh.
“Do you trust me, my child?”
Sometime within my gut was telling me to say no; but he was a priest and he had never been wrong before. I slowly nodded, a prayer rousing in my chest. I clasped my hands together once more, my mouth going dry. I could feel the priest’s body growing closer, the warmth radiating off me. And yet, my body had never felt colder.
His hand encompassed each side of my waist, gliding up closer. The intimacy was odd; I had only been so close to my lover. I wasn’t able to focus on my prayers because of how close he was. I was scared.
“Pray harder,” the priest huskily instructed.
I felt his breath ghost over my cheek. As though recognizing the wrongness in what he was doing, I began to treble from the touch. A silent scream bubbled in my throat, and yet, I was paralyzed as he pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek.
When he pulled away, I finally mustered the courage to open my eyes and push at his close chesty, which was almost pressing to mine. His eyes fluttered open in surprise, but I could tell there was something sinister in them. But.. he was a man of God. Truly, he was not deceiving me.
“I… cannot, sir. I have a lover. Bein’ unfaithful in any way is far worse than bein’ wracked with the devil.”
His brows furrowed and he pulled away, but only slightly. His fingers ghosted up to my shoulders. “…My child. It is not unfaithful to be touched by the Lord.”
I shook my head stubbornly. “No. It’s just ain’t right,” I pleaded. “Ain’t there another way to cleanse the devil from me.”
“No. The devil is in you. So the Lord needs to be, too, in order to cleanse your spirit completely” he insisted, gripping my shoulders tightly.
Panic consumed me. I pushed at his chest, but he pressed my further against the cushions. He seemed angry by my defiance. “The devil has possessed you,” he shakily fumed. “And it is my job as a man of the Lord to cleanse your spirit whether you like it or not.”
His hands suddenly grabbed my throat. I attempted to scream, but I was silenced by his two hands squeezing my lungs. He straddled me while I flailed beneath him. I grabbed at his hands, tears springing to his eyes. But he was much, much stronger than me, and was able to force me to lie down against the cushions.
Even when I was trapped against it, and quickly being drained of my energy, he still squeezed. I couldn’t help but wonder. Was this how I… how I died?
The light was fading from my view. My body felt limp, and I was only vaguely aware of his hands palming at inappropriate places. But I didn’t have the strength to fight. Everything around me had grown dark, so I could do nothing but accept my fate.
Oh, how I was wracked in shame as I gripped the sides of the toilet and released my stomach into it. Vomit splashed against the side and the small bathroom echoed with my retching. Tears were sliding down my cheeks and I was trying my best to get rid of my pain as quickly as possible.
Ever since that day, life had gone downhill. I was becoming more and more sick, and my worst fears were confirmed when I picked up a small pregnancy test from the local gas station and tested positive. And oh, was I ashamed. I couldn’t bare to go to school or church or even leave my bedroom. I didn’t want to see Arvin.
I was terrified that he would be heartbroken and leave me. Not that I would blame him. I was sure I was possessed by the devil more than ever now, but I felt like it wasn’t my fault.
I finally finished vomiting, using some toilet paper to wipe my mouth before tossing it in. I shakily rose to my feet and hovered over the sink. I washed my face, unable to meet my own gaze in the mirror. I felt like a victim and yet, at the same time, I felt so guilty.
I stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway. My mother ducked into her room once more after sending me an accusing glare. Did she know? Was she just itching to label me a whore like that damned priest did?
I gulped dryly before making my way back to my room, hands subconsciously rubbing my stomach. At least there wasn’t a bump yet.
I was about to enter my room, but there was a knock at the front door. Arvin. He’d dropped by every damn day and my mother did me the slightest favor of telling him I wasn’t around. She didn’t care enough to question my absence with every event, but she cared about being left alone by a ‘pesky’ teenager. I felt bad for dodging him especially, worried he’d think I didn’t love him.
Because I did. But he didn’t deserve to put up with me when I was touched by the real devil.
I hovered in the doorway. My mother scoffed and darted past, clearly pestered by the incessant banging. I heard Arvin’s muffled voice calling for someone to answer.
I gripped my door handle, watching with glassy eyes. I opened it quietly and stepped in, shutting the door almost completely. However, I stared through the crack, watching as my mother peeled open the front door.
“Mr. Russell, now, I’ve told you to stop comin’ by,” my mother sneered, preventing him from enter by blocking the doorway.
“Ms. L/n, I’m not here to see you. I’m just tryin’ ta find Y/n —“ he insisted, trying to push in by shoving at her arm.
Tears sprung to my eyes for some reason. It had been the first time I’d seen him in weeks,, and I couldn’t take it. I closed to door as quietly as possible, sending the boy one last glance. I could still hear y mother aggressively shewing him away and Arvin matching that aggression, but it quickly died off.
I went over to my bed, my stomach churning. I laid down and curled into a ball, holding my legs to my chest.A few quiet sniffles escaped, and I often had to wipe my nose. The silence inside the room was deafening.
As ill as I felt, I couldn’t take it. I’d been trapped inside all day, and although I couldn’t run and jump and play, at least I could go on a walk to clear my mind. And as miserable as I was… I’d heard that being depressed affected the baby, and I couldn’t have that.
But I couldn’t go out the front door. Arvin could still be around, since I hadn’t heard his engine start up. I lifted myself from my bed and went over to my window. I slid it open, and it squeaked with age, causing me to cringe. I took a step stool so that I could exit the window with ease instead of frivolously tossing myself over. My bare feet came into contact with the dirt, and a sense of comfort flooded my system.
I peeked around the corner of the house to the front. Indeed, Arvin was there, leaning against the side of his car while taking a swig of his cigar. A silent call rose to my throat, but I bit it back, feeling ashamed of myself.
I turned tail and began walking to the back. The moment I was surrounded by trees, some of the anxiety from being pregnant slid down my back like an ice cube. I kept walked, listening keenly to every chirp and rustle of leaves. It was like mother nature was walking with me.
I huffed, cupping my belly. I lifted my shirt just enough so that my bare fingers ghosted over the expanding flesh. My feet eventually slowed, and I approached a mossy patch which covered a smooth, stone surface. A sob surfaced to my throat as I sat down, my emotions overflowing. I felt so, terribly alone. And I knew that it wasn’t, but I believed it was my own fault.
I hid my face in my hands, letting loose completely. My cries echoed in the wilderness. Even though the forest and sun enveloped me in a warm, glowing hug, I was stumped. I was not stupid. If my mother found out, she would kick me out of the house. If Arvin found out, he would hate me for letting it happen. How could I raise a child alone?
My entire body was trembling with agony. I was spiteful. Not just toward that damned priest, but the Lord himself. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t let such an evil man be a spokesperson. If the Lord existed, he wouldn’t have given me a lifetime of suffering. If the Lord existed —
Two arms gripped my shoulders. I shot up, a croaking gasp escaping. I turned, only bio be met with a… concerned Arvin. He didn’t seem angry, even though I was avoiding him. But he would be. He would hate me, and now, I knew I would have to tell him.
But, for now, I could pretend that wasn’t going to happen.I continued to cry, and he saddled up beside me, pulling me to his chest. He let out soothing hushed as he rubbed my back. I gripped his white cotton shirt, my tears dampening his clothing completely. My heart melted as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head.
And so, I cried. I cried for a very long time. But, my feelings began to numb and I was getting exhausted from the emotional turmoil. My hands eventually let go of his shirt, trailing to his waist. Arvin sighed grabbing my shoulders and pushing me away, enough so that he could see my face. He then cupped both of my cheeks, a prominent pout on his handsome expression.
“Why have you been ignorin’ me, darlin’?”
A few more tears escaped and I felt too ashamed to meet his gaze. His grip tightened, but in a possessive, painless way. My heart thudded anxiously in my chest.
“…If I tell ya, you’ll hate me,” I meekly croaked.
Arvin tilted his head, his brows furrowing. “I could never. I love ya, Y/n. You can do no wrong.”
I bowed my head slightly. “You… you were right. About that damned priest.” I paused, noticing how he immediately tensed. But, I mustered the courage to continue. “He took me into the woods in his car to pray and get the devil out of me. I thought I could trust him, but…” My throat burned from a threatening sob bubbling in my throat. “Well, he started touching up on me. I told him to stop, but he started - well, he - he started choking me. I thought I was goin’ ta die. But I - I felt every minute. I just… And then… I just…”
I didn’t want to cry more. But I couldn’t continue. I forced myself free of his grasp and stumbled to my feet, furiously wiping at my eyes. I didn’t dare look at his expression further, but I could tell he was angry. He rose to his feet as well.
“Yer fuckin’ kidding me…!” he suddenly cursed, banging his fist into the tree beside him. “That bastard. How fuckin’ dare he —“
“I’m sorry, Arvin,” I whispered. “I’m so sorry. I tried, but —“
He tore my hands away from my eyes, forcing me to look at him. Although he was angry, there was a hint of despair behind his gorgeous blue eyes. He held my wrists and pulled me into a hug. He gripped my back, burying his face in the crook of his neck.
“Stop it,” he hissed. “Ya ain’t done nothin’ wrong. That bastard - I’ll, I’ll kill him —“
“Arvin, ya can’t,” I exclaimed desparately. “He’s a priest —“
“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he seethed. “That bastard went forcing himself on my woman. Hell, who knows what other women he done the same thing to. You ain’t done nothin’ wrong, darlin’. I’ll kill him. And - and, we’ll run away. We’ll run away from this hell hole, and - and we’ll buy a nice place in the country and - and raise our kid and we’ll be happy, okay?”
“‘Our…’?” I squeaked, a warmth fluttering across my entire bodice. I wrapped my arms around his torso, feeling an onset of tears returning, although it was out of joy.
I couldn’t believe that Arvin still loved me.
“Our baby. That damned priest, he ain’t goin’ ta be alive long enough ta see it.”
“But… could you really… kill him?” I parroted unsurely.
“Damn right I could.” He pulled away, cupping my cheeks once more. His thumbs circled across my skin smoothly. “I’d do anythin’ for ya, darling. Hell, when I - I saw what those nasty boys were tryin’ to do ta ya, I went off after school and beat each and every one of them up into a bloody pulp. My pa taught me that ya always got ta choose the right time, and I dan did. There’s a lot of bad men out there, and I ain’t lettin’ one bad guy hurt ya. It’ll be our baby and our new life and we’ll leave this entire town behind. For good.”
“But, Arvin,” I sighed,” what about Lenora? And your uncle? And your grandma?”
“They’ll be better off without me. They’ll understand that… I was doin’ what I had to do.”
I was like putty in his hands. I was so overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, I could not hold back any further. I pulled this face toward mine and we both melted into a passionate kiss. My hands ghosted over his neck before gripping at his shirt collar.
He pulled away, and his dazzling orbs were overcome with a possessive haze. I melted under the intensity, hands fiddling with the buttons of his shirt aimlessly. His breath fanned over my face and I fluttered my lids expectantly.
“I want… it to be your baby,” I whispered.
Arvin smiled sweetly, pressing a chaste kiss to my nose.
“Then let’s make it our baby.”
“What are you doing?”
I turned tail, dropping the pile of clothes on the bed. Standing in the doorway of my room was my mother. She was staring me down with accusation and suspicion in her eyes. I exchanged glances between the open suitcase and her imposing figure. I was previously excited, but I became subconscious now. I was in my father’s old dress shirt, but a bump was still noticeable.
By now, she had certainly connected the dots.
“I’m leaving,” I stated, gulping down my anxiety.
Her face fell. “…What? How? It better not be that boy who you fooled around with. That boy’s filled with the devil —“
“Ma, you’re full of shit,” I seethed, turning away from her. I continued to stuff clothing into the bag, deciding it was best to ignore her.
Her feet clacked behind me and she suddenly grabbed my upper arm, pulling me away from my bed violently. I was about to push her away, but my face was suddenly slung the other way. It stung. But it was not the first time the woman had slapped me. It still hurt, though; after all, I was leaving.
And yet, she was still giving me more of a reason to do so.
“Don’t you dare disrespect me!” she shrieked. “I am your mother. What did I ever do to deserve such a disrespectful child? I have done everything for you —“
“Oh, yeah? Like what ya did to B/n? Yeah, you’re just a grand mother. You’re so great, in fact, you’re the reason he damn killed himself.”
Her face fell. “…What lies are spewing now, devil child? Your brother would be very disappointed to hear you spittin’ such vile stories.”
I snorted, violently pushing her away. All the anger and hatred that I’d covered up over the years was bubbling over the surface, and for the first time ever, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could kill her. I’d always wanted her dead, ever since I was a kid. But never, never had I wished so desperately to do so.
“I never told you, but over a year ago, an officer can to our door. ‘e told me that B/n was found hangin’ from the ceiling in his cell. I never wanted to tell ya, ‘cause my plan was to leave you alone for the rest of your life feelin’ like shit because you’re a shit mother who deserves to die alone!”
For the first time, she had nothing to say.
And she was frozen in her spot, so I took the chance to turn back to my suitcase. I shoved the last articles of clothing in and zipped it up. I heard a quiet sob emit from behind me, and it felt nice to hear. Never had I thought I would see her begging and crying over her worthless devil daughter and son, but here she was.
I snickered cruelly, lifting the bag up. I didn’t spare her even a glance as I walked past her.
But she finally roused herself and followed after me. I went to the front door, but her hand shot out in front of me, blocking the handle.
“Please, Y/n. Can’t we use talk about this?” she croaked. “Just sit down and let’s talk. Why, we can pray together, and the Lord —“
“We had an entire fuckin’ lifetime to talk. I don’t have time for yer shit anymore, ma. I’m goin’ with a man who treats me right and you ain’t ever goin’ ta see me again. I hope you die alone, ya hear me?” I replied, barely above a whisper.
I pushed at her arm and opened the door. Just then, a horn was honked, and I realized that Arvin had just pulled up, adorning his baseball cap. He had it pulled over his seat and was gripping the steering wheel tightly. I stepped out of the house.
An arm shot out to my ankle. I let out a squeak and turned.
Never did I think I would see her on her knees, bowing before me. She was gripping my ankle as though her life depended on it, and her hair cascaded her face, which I could presume was wracked with well-deserved grief. I towered over her. Never had I seen her look so pathetic.
It was satisfying.
“Please,” she begged. “Let’s just talk. You’re my daughter. I love you —“
And as one final act of revenge, I brought my heel and stomped on her wrist.
She let out a shriek and writhed. I heard a satisfying crack, and finally released her. As a spiteful act, I released her wrist, but also spit at her. Her sobs grew louder.
But, I turned away.
And I left her there.
And I felt good about it.
I opened the car door and tossed my bag into the back seat while getting comfortable. I kept my face blank, not looking back. Instead, I leaned over the seat and grabbed Arvin’s face, turning it so that I could place a kiss on his perfect lips.
“Ready?” he inquired hoarsely as I pulled away.
He couldn’t meet my gaze. And poking out of his pocket was a gun. He really had killed him.
But I loved him. And that damned priest deserved it.
Synopsis: you meet Tom on the set of No Way Home as his make up artist and he begins to suspect you only like him when he’s wearing the Spiderman suit
“All right Adam. I’m ready for you to make me the sexy kind of dirty looking.” Tom rubbed his hands together as he entered the makeup trailer. Instead of seeing his normal makeup artist, you turned around with an armful of makeup palettes and a tangerine barely hanging on between two of your fingers. You quickly swallowed the orange slice in your mouth and gave Tom a sheepish smile.
“Hi.” You tried to wave, almost dropping some of your palettes. Tom quickly stepped forward and helped catch the palettes.
“Hi. You’re not Adam.” He returned the shy smile as he steadied you. You set the orange down on the counter and set the rest of the palettes on a tray.
“No, I’m not. I’m Y/n. I’m the new makeup artist.”
“You are? What happened to Adam?”
“He had a family emergency and had to go back home. I was called to fill in for him for the rest of production.”
“Oh. Well it’s nice to meet you. I’m Tom.” Tom said as he held out his hand. He could not take his eyes off of you as you shook his hand.
“I know. I know who you are.” You laughed shyly and let your hand linger in his for a minute before pulling away.
“Y/n, huh? Do you have a last name?” Tom asked as he sat down in the make up chair.
“I might.” You shrugged as you draped a cape over him to protect his clothes.
“Can I know it?” He asked as he looked at you in the brightly lit mirror.
“It’s L/n. Why?”
“So I can look you up and see your work. I don’t let just anyway touch this face.” He scoffed, making you laugh. He felt like he had successfully broken the ice and watched with awe as you got out your makeup.
“I wouldn’t either. It’s a pretty great face.” You smiled at him in the mirror as you painted some primer on his face with a brush.
“Thanks. You have a pretty great face too.” He said softly. You mixed some foundation on the back of your hand.
“I’m surprised to see you not in the suit.” You commented as you painted his foundation on his face.
“Yeah. Not for this scene.” Tom shrugged and looked down at his clothes. You nodded and pulled out the filming schedule to check what makeup you had to do on him for the next scene.
“Oh.” You said quietly and let out a little gulp.
“What?” Tom wondered.
“You’re shirtless in this scene. I’m supposed to do some dirt streaks on your chest and arms and a cut on your left shoulder blade.” You said as you set the schedule down on the counter. Tom watched you in the mirror as you went to the closet and got out some body paint. You came back over to him and looked him up and down.
“Um, can you….” You trailed off and smiled nervously.
“Yeah. Sure.” Tom unbuttoned his cape and pulled his shirt over his head. You looked him up and down again and let out another gulp.
“Thanks.” You said quietly. Tom smiled shyly at you and rested his arms on the arm rest. You got some brown paint on a sponge and dabbed it on Tom’s shoulder, making him flinch.
“Sorry. I thought that was gonna be cold.” He laughed in embarrassment.
“I warmed it up before you came.” You admitted. “When I thought I would just be doing your face. And not your…you know. Body and what not.”
“Wow. That was really smart.” Tom complimented as you brought the color down his bicep.
“This isn’t my first rodeo.” You shrugged and gave him a coy smile in the mirror.
“How long have you been doing makeup?”
“Couple years. This is my first high profile job though. I can’t believe they hired me to work on a Marvel movie. They won’t actually tell me the name of the movie though. But its still exciting.”
“The movie is called No Way Home. But you didn’t hear it from me. I actually had to hear it from someone else because they refused to tell me. And just so you know, I think you’re doing a great job so far.”
“Am I? Because this dirt streak I just made on your arm kinda looks like a penis.” You said as you turned Tom’s arm towards the mirror to show him the phallus shaped make you had made on his body.
“Wow. Look at that. It does look like a penis.” Tom noticed.
“Sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You laughed nervously and wiped the makeup off.
“Why?” He wondered as you started over.
“Because I’m kinda a fan and you’re kinda shirtless.” You said quietly as you looked him up and down again.
“Well you’re kinda doing a grt job.” Tom said, blushing from the way you were looking at him.
“Thanks.” You smiled softly at him as you moved in front of him to paint a dirt streak on his collar bone.
“Damn it.” You mumbled under your breath.
“What’s wrong?” Tom wondered.
“I made another penis.” You whined a little and grabbed a makeup wipe.
“Hey, for what it’s worth, its a really good penis.” Tom assured you, making you laugh again.
“Is it?” You laughed and he nodded.
“Can I, uh…” You trailed off again as your eyes flicked up and down his body.
“Yeah. Go ahead. Do what you need to do.” Tom smiled softly. You sucked in a nervous breath and rested your hand on his shoulder as you fixed the streak on his collar bone.
“Thanks.” You said quietly once you finished up. Tom nodded in response and watched as you dug around in your makeup kit.
“Chin up, please.” You asked as you held up a brush with fake blood on the top. Tom tilted his face up and you cupped his chin between your fingers. His face flushed a few red as you painted a cut above his eyebrow.
“Who are you fighting in this scene? Because they got you pretty good.”
“I can’t tell you that, darling.” Tom clicked his tongue. “You’ll just have to see the movie.”
“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “Just like every body else.”
“Maybe I could sneak you an advanced copy. If you’re lucky.”
“I’m feeling pretty lucky.” You smirked as you gave him a fake bloody nose. You exchanged a smile before you went back to your makeup kit.
“Do you think you’ll be in the suit tomorrow?” You asked him.
“Not tomorrow. I think next week. Why?”
“No reason.” You said quietly. Tom eyed you curiously in the mirror but said nothing.
As the week went on, Tom’s favorite part of his day became the time he spent in your makeup chair. He didn’t end up wearing the Spiderman suit for the first two weeks he knew you, but he noticed that you asked about it often. Finally, on your third week on set, Tom showed up to your makeup trailer in the Spiderman suit.
“Good morning, darling.” Tom greeted as he stepped into the trailer. You had a makeup brush between your teeth as you peeled an orange with your hands. You looked up at him and dropped your jaw, making the make up brush fall and clatter to the floor.
“What?” He wondered when he saw your eyes widen.
“Bruh.” You mumbled under your breath.
“What was that, love?”
“Bruh.” You repeated, louder this time.
“What? Whats wrong?” He laughed in confusion as he looked down at his suit.
“You’re in the suit.” You said and gulped a little.
“Yeah. I’m in the suit all day today. What do you think?” He asked as he gestured to his costume.
“Looks good.” You squeaked and quickly turned around. You began to fumble with your makeup, accidentally dropping a couple brushes on the ground.
“Yeah, I think so too. It’s a new one they made for this movie.” Tom eyed your curiously as he sat down in the chair.
“Uh huh.” You nodded, keeping your back to him as you dug around in your makeup bag. Tom could see your face in the mirror and noticed you looked visibly flustered.
“The colors are different and they added this band here. Do you like it?” Tom asked as he looked up at you with a coy smile.
“Uh huh.” You said again, making his smile grow. He could tell the suit was having an effect on you and he was loving it.
“It’s kinda tight, though. Tighter than the last one.” He said as he adjusted himself in the seat.
“Uh huh.” You gulped, hands shaking as you painted some foundation on his face. Tom frowned a little and gently pulled your hand away from his face.
“Are you okay, love?” He asked you.
“What? I’m fine.” You scoffed like it was the most ridiculous thing you had ever heard and went back to doing his makeup. Instead of the normal banter that occurred when you did his makeup, you stayed silent as you made up his face.
“Are you sure you’re okay, love? You’re very quiet today.”
“I’m fine. I just…” You trailed off and took a step back, biting down on the end of your makeup brush as you looked at him.
“I just think you look really good in the suit.” You said quietly. “That’s all.”
“Oh. Thanks.” Tom smirked and sat up straighter in his chair.
As the weeks went on, you and Tom grew closer. He woke up every morning and couldn’t wait to go to your makeup trailer to see you and eat the orange slices you always provided. You were always very friendly with each other, but something was different whenever he was in the Spiderman suit. You couldn’t keep your hands off him when he was wearing it, forever playing with his hair or touching his face. You were nicer to him, complimented him more, and were all around flirtier whenever he was in the suit.
A couple months after filming ended, you and Tom were still close. He showed up at your house one day with two presents in hand. You opened your front door and smiled at the sight of him in a Spiderman printed hoodie.
“Hey. Up for a movie night?” Tom asked as he held up a DVD.
“What’s this?” You wondered and took the DVD from him.
“An advanced copy of the movie. Still feeling lucky?” He asked, making your eyes widen in excitement.
“Extremely. Let’s do it.” You grinned and pulled him by the hand into your room. You sat down together on your couch and put the movie into your DVD player before hitting play. You and Tom sat shoulder to shoulder as you watched the movie for the first time. It was the most highly anticipated movie of the decade, but all he could look at was you to gage your reaction. At that moment, your approval was the most important thing in the world to him. When the movie ended, you shut off your TV and looked over at Tom.
“So what did you think?” He asked you. You looked at Tom did a double take.
“Wait, who the fuck are you?” You asked and pulled away a little.
“Very funny.” Tom playfully rolled his eyes at you.
“I’m just teasing.” You smiled at him. “Really, I’m so proud of you Tommy. I can’t wait for the world to see this movie.”
“Me either. I’m glad we got to do this together.” Tom returned the smile as he took your hand into his.
“So am I. But I didn’t do much. It was all you.” You said as you squeezed his hand.
“That’s not true. I left your makeup chair feeling very confident every day thanks to your incredible work.”
“Well I had a pretty nice canvas to work with. And makeup can only take you so far. I just accentuated the confidence that was already within you.”
“You’re sweet.” Tom blushed and sheepishly rubbed his eyes.
“And you’re blushing. It’s like you’re in love with me or something.” You clicked your tongue, making Tom blush harder.
“Or something.” He mumbled and gave you a shy smile. You returned the smile and let the eye contact linger for a minute. Your eyes flicked down to your still intertwined hands and you gave his hand another squeeze.
“I have to say, I’m really gonna miss seeing you in that suit.” You told him as you rubbed the back of his hand with your thumb.
“I’m really gonna miss seeing you.” Tom said softly as his eyes slowly traveled from your hands to your eyes. You stared at each other for a moment until you got so nervous that you looked away. Tom felt a jolt of disappointment and cleared his throat.
“I, uh, I have another present for you.” Tom said as he got off your bed. He went over to his bag and pulled out a Manila folder.
“Yes. Here.” He smiled nervously and handed you the folder. You looked at him curiously before opening the folder and looking inside.
“A job offer. I know Sony hired you to work on me just for this movie, but I was hoping I could hire you to be my personal make up artist? You’d come with me on press tours and movie sets and stuff and basically lead my makeup team.” Tom explained as he nervously toyed with his fingers.
“You want to hire me? Full time?” You looked up at him with a smile.
“Of course I do. You’re the best at what you do. And I only settle for the best.”
“We have that in common.” Your smile grew as you stood up from the bed.
“Is that a yes?” Tom asked hopefully. You grabbed a pen from your night stand and signed the contract right in front of Tom before handing it back to him.
“Pleasure doing business with you, Holland.” You said as you held out your hand.
“Pleasure is all mine, darling.” He grinned as he shook your hand.
A couple months later, Tom was sitting at home, bored and thinking of you. The press tour would be starting soon but he couldn’t wait that long. He needed to see you and he needed to see you now.
“I need you. emergency!!!” He texted you and impatiently waited for a response.
“I’ll be right there” You texted back and he smiled in relief. Thirty minutes later, you showed up at Tom’s house and used your spare key to get inside. Tom looked up from his phone and did a double take when he saw you in a body hugging lavender dress.
“What’s wrong? What’s the emergency?” You asked as you dropped your purse on his couch.
“I…I have a pimple.” Tom blinked a few times in surprise as he shamelessly checked you out in your dress.
“Are you kidding me? I left a date for a zit?” You asked as you sat down on the couch beside him.
“Hold on. You were on a date? With who?” Tom felt an instant bolt of jealously into his stomach.
“Your mom. She sends her love by the way. Now come here.” You replied as you cupped his face to get a better look at his pimple. Tom gulped a little as his eyes flickered to your lips.
“Holy shit. That’s really juicy.” You gasped when you saw the white head on his chin.
“No. You’re not popping it. It’ll leave a mark.” Tom shook his head and pulled away from you.
“It’s so cute how you think you can stop me.” You smiled fondly and put a thumb on either side of the pimple.
“Ow.” Tom winced as you popped it.
“Shut up, baby.” You teased.
“Did you just call me baby?”
“I was calling you a baby. There’s a difference.”
“Uh huh. So who were you on a date with?” Tom asked as he looked at your dress again.
“Just some guy.” You shrugged.
“Did you like him?” Tom asked nervously.
“He was okay. Kinda boring. But he looked like Jake from Hannah Montana.”
“That doesn’t mean anything to me. I was team Jesse.”
“I was both. It literally stresses me out so much to think about what would happen if I was ever in that situation. I never would’ve been able to choose between Jesse and Jake. I have lost so much sleep over this. If We Were A Movie slaps but He Could Be The One? Are you kidding? Are you actually kidding? They were both so hot. Jesse had the forbidden love angle but Jake had the enemies to lovers arc. I don’t know how Miley chose. She is a stronger woman than I am.”
“Seems to me like you’re team Jake. Since you were just out on a date with him and all.” Tom said and playfully rolled his eyes.
“Shut up.” You laughed and pulled out your phone. “I left before our food came so I’m ordering a pizza.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten yet.” Tom frowned. “In my defense though, it was a really juicy pimple and you are my make up artist. But I’m sorry I ruined your date.”
“No you’re not.” You chuckled.
“No, I’m not.” He agreed. “What are you doing going on dates with other boys? I thought we were in the middle of our friends to lovers arc?”
“Oh, please. You’re an actor. You should know better than anyone that a third party has to be introduced to create a jealousy plot that finally pushes the love interests together.”
“Right.” Tom smiled. “My mistake.”
“All right. Pizza will be here in 10 minutes. I’m getting changed.” You put your phone down and got off the couch. Tom watched you as you walked into his bed room while unzipping the back of your dress.
“You can take some of my-“
“Already doing it.” You called from his bedroom as you riffled through his pajama drawer. Once you went into the bathroom, Tom went into his room and grabbed some pajamas for himself. You came out of the bathroom in a pair of Tom’s pajamas and saw him in a fuzzy Spiderman onesie.
“Aw. You look so cute.” You gushed and ran your fingertips down his arm.
“Thanks. I’m pretty sure this is meant for children, but.” Tom shrugged as a blush painted his cheeks
“I miss seeing you in the suit. You look so good in it. Even in pajama form.”
You sighed happily as you kept a hand on his shoulder and shamelessly checked him out.
“Thanks, darling.” Tom smiled shyly and took a step closer to you. You slowly looked up into his eyes and let your gaze drop to his lips. You both started to lean in but right before your lips could touch, the doorbell rang.
“Uh, pizzas here.” You said in a quiet voice without ever taking your eyes away from his lips. You quickly turned and left the room, leaving Tom alone with his disappointment.
A few weeks later, you were in a hotel room in Los Angeles the night before the start of the press tour. You were along for the ride as Tom’s makeup artist, which was exciting in itself. But what excited you the most was that you were on your very first press tour for a highly anticipated movie. You were setting out your clothes when you heard a knock at your door.
“Darling? It’s me. Can you open up?”
You opened the door and immediately lit up with joy when you saw that Tom was wearing his Spiderman suit.
“No way. Where did you get this?” You grinned as you put your hands on his chest.
“I have to wear it tomorrow for my appearance at Disney land. I thought I’d come surprise you.” Tom smiled sheepishly as he looked down at his suit.
“You put this on just for me?” You asked as you ran your fingertips up and down his arms.
“Well I know how much you like it.” He shrugged as he kept his eyes on you.
“I do like it. Come on in.” You slipped your hand into his and pulled him into your room. Tom noticed that you didn’t let go of his hand, even once you were behind closed doors.
“So what have you been doing tonight?” He asked as he ran his gloved thumb over your knuckles.
“Just getting an outfit ready for tomorrow. Can I get your opinion?”
“Stay here. I’ll be right back.” You pushed him down on your bed before going over to your bathroom. Tom swung his legs as he waited for you to come out of the bathroom.
“This is option number one. What do you think?” You asked once you came out of the bathroom in a red floral romper.
“You look beautiful, darling. I love those things on you. What are they called? Rumper?”
“Romper.” You laughed. “You were close. Let me show you option two.”
You disappeared back in the bathroom and came back out a few minutes later in a little black dress. You leaned against the bathroom doorframe with one arm and put your hand on your hip to show off your dress.
“So? What do you think?”
“Wow. That’s a bit extravagant for Disney land, don’t you think?” Tom gulped as he shamelessly stared at you in the dress.
“It’s not for Disney. It’s for after. In case we want to celebrate your big movie.”
“Our big movie, love.” He corrected you with a smile.
“I don’t know. You’re the star. People are coming to see you. And I mean, I can’t blame them. You’re just so damn nice to look at.” You said as you walked over to him. You rested your hands on Tom’s shoulders and sat down on his lap.
“Especially in this suit.” You said before connected your lips to his. Tom’s hands rubbed up and down your body as he kissed you. You tangled your fingers in his curls as he pulled your bottoms lip between his teeth.
“What are we doing?“ He asked against your lips.
“I don’t know.“ You shook your head and continued to kiss him. There was a knock at the door suddenly, making you jump apart.
“Fuck. The tangerine.” You whispered and looked angry with yourself.
“What was that?“ Tom wondered.
“I’m so sorry. I ordered room service right before you came.” You smiled apologetically and got up from the bed. You threw a robe on before answering the door. When you came back, you had a single orange in your hand.
“That’s all you got? One orange?” Tom asked in disbelief, lips still tingling from the kiss.
“Don’t judge me.” You whispered again as you began to peel the orange.
“I’m not. As long as you share.” Tom shrugged, making you smile. You broke the orange in half and handed it to him.
“Thanks. Sony will kill me if I get juice all over this. I’m gonna take this off.” He told you as he got up from the bed.
“Oh. Okay.” You said. Tom noticed that you looked visibly disappointed and looked down at his suit.
“I mean, I could leave it on for a little longer.”
“Okay.” You smiled, all traces of disappointment gone. Tom frowned a little at your unexplained mood change but said nothing.
A couple days into the press tour, Tom sat in your makeup chair as you got him ready for a photoshoot with Toby and Andrew. It would be your first time meeting Toby and Andrew and your hands shook as you primed Tom’s face.
“I’m so excited. I can’t believe this is happening. I mean, the three of you together in a room again? I can’t wait. I’m so excited.” You said through a smile as you placed concealer under Tom’s eyes.
“I can tell.” Tom chuckled. “I can’t believe you joined production after we filmed the scenes with Andrew and Toby.”
“Don’t remind me. That’s why I’m so happy I get to be here today. Eek! I’m gonna scream.” You said in a high pitched voice.
“You just did.” He teased.
“Shut up and get out of my chair.” You playfully scolded him as you took the makeup cape off of him, revealing his suit. You stepped back and let out a happy sigh and he stood up and looked at himself in the mirror.
“All done?” He turned to you to ask. You nodded and walked up to him, placing your hands on his shoulders and dusting them off.
“All done.” You told him. “You look very handsome.”
“Thanks, darling.” He smiled softly. You looked at each other for a moment and he started to lean in.
“If I kissed you right now, would it mess up my makeup?”
“Did you feel me use lipstick on you, dumbass?” You replied in the same hushed tone he was using.
“No.” He shook his head as a smile tugged at his lips.
“Then it wouldn’t mess up your makeup, would it?”
“No.” His smile grew right before he leaned in to kiss you. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled against his lips. As per usual, the kiss was interrupted by the sound of knocking at the door.
“Tom, they’re ready for you.” Someone called through the door. You looked at each other and sighed before Tom stole a few more kisses.
“We should go.” He sighed again and kissed your cheek before leading you out of the room. When you walked onto the set of the photo shoot, you saw Toby and Andrew in their respective Spiderman suits, knocking the wind out of you.
“Oh my God. I’m gonna die.“ You whispered.
“You’re not gonna die. I got you.” Tom assured you. You hung back as Tom went up to Toby and Andrew, just happy to be in the room with them all. Toby left to take individual picture and you hung back as Tom talked to Andrew. You were perfect out content with staying back when you saw Tom look back at you and wave you over. You quickly shook your head and he laughed a little and waved you over until you walked to where he was.
“This is my makeup artist, Y/n.” Tom said as he put a hand on your back.
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.” Andrew said and held out his hand.
“You too.” You said and shook his hand, smiling when you felt the material of his gloves. Tom noticed the way you were staring at Andrew, a look that was usually reserved for him, and felt a little pang of jealousy.
“Tom, over here.” The photographer called.
“I’ll be right back.” He told you before running over to the photographer, leaving you and Andrew alone. The photographer was telling Tom something, but he wasn’t listening to a single word. He was too busy staring at you as you threw your head back laughing at something Andrew had said.
“You look so good. Like seriously amazing.” You complimented Andrew as you gestured to him.
“What? In this old thing?” He joked as he looked down at his suit.
“I must’ve seen your movies a million times. I can’t even believe you’re standing in front of me in the suit right now.” You said, kicking yourself internally for geeking out in front of him.
“Me either. I definitely did not think I’d be slipping back into this thing.” Andrew told you as Tom eavesdropped.
“Well I’m glad you did. You look amazing. I think your suit might be my favorite of all of them.”
“Is it?” Andrew laughed, making Tom’s jealousy grow.
“Yeah. Don’t tell Tom.” You said and winked at him. Tom threw up a little in his mouth and quickly slapped a hand over his mouth.
“You okay, Tom?” The photographer asked. Tom quickly nodded and ran off the set. He washed his mouth out in the bathroom before looking at himself in the mirror.
“All right. That wasn’t a very reasonable reaction.” He said to his reflection. “Get it together. We must stay focused brothers.”
Tom splashed some water on his face before going back to the set. You excused yourself and walked over to Tom.
“There you are. I was looking for you.“
“Here I am.” Tom smiled weakly. “Can we talk later? It’s important.”
“Oh, okay, sure. You know where to find me.” You said as instinctively touched up his hair.
“I will do that. I will find you.” Tom nodded. You gave him a strange look before he got called over to the backdrop.
When Tom knocked on your door that night, he had a whole speech planned for you. He needed to know what the stolen kisses meant for your relationship. You had crossed a line you had never crossed before and he hoped that meant your friendship would evolve into a relationship. He knocked on your door and anxiously waited until you opened up.
“Hey.” He smiled nervously when you opened up.
“Hey Tom. What’s up?”
Tom noticed you didn’t kiss him and his smile faltered a little. You weren’t being cold to him, but you also weren’t giving him the attention you usually gave him. The attention he got when he was wearing the suit.
“I just wanted to stop by and say hi before went went to bed. That’s all.” He said, chickening out from asking you what he came to ask.
“Aw. You’re so sweet. Hi.”
“Sweet?” He whispered to himself as you went to close the door.
“Wait, didn’t you want to talk about something?” You said and opened the door again.
“It can wait. Have a good night.” He said quickly before practically running away.
On the night of the premier, you anxiously bounced your leg as you and Tom wete driven to the premier. He was in a black suit and tie and you were in a red dress with black beading on it that resembled spider webbing. He sensed your nerves and put a hand on your knee before giving you a reassuring smile. You put your hand over his and squeezed it as the driver pulled up to the premier.
“You’ll do great. Just follow my lead.” He whispered in your ear as he led you over to the first journalist.
“Hi Tom! You’re looking incredible tonight. And who are you with?” The journalist asked as he held the microphone out.
“This is my makeup artist, Y/n. She’s also my date tonight.” Tom smiled proudly at you and rubbed your back.
“It’s nice to meet you, Y/n. You both look amazing. How are you feeling tonight?” The journalist asked you.
“I’m very excited. It’s my first big Hollywood premier.”
“First of many. Once the world sees her incredible work in this movie, every executive in Hollywood will be begging for her to work on their productions. It’s too bad, though. Because she signed a contact with me. She’s all mine.” Tom said as you shared a fond smile.
“So as his makeup artist, you must’ve gotten to see all behind the scenes action. What was your reaction the first time you saw him in the suit?”
“Oh my God.” You chuckled. “It was kinda embarrassing, actually.”
“She was a little star struck.” Tom said as he pinched his fingers together.
“I was very star struck. I couldn’t even get a word out. And he still hasn’t let me live it down.”
“Because you had that reaction every single time you saw me in the suit. We worked together on this movie for five months and you must’ve seen me in that suit a hundred times. Yet every time, you’d freak out.”
“I couldn’t help it. I’ve loved the character of Spiderman since I was a kid so seeing you in person in the suit was surreal every time. When I used to watch Tobys movie a million times as a kid, I never thought they’d be doing remakes. And I certainly never thought I’d be working on one. It was a truly magical experience and I was reminded of how lucky I was every time I saw you in the suit.” You said as you looked at Tom, forgetting entirely about the journalist.
“It’s a great suit. It’s iconic.” The journalist added, reminding you that she was there.
“It is.” You agreed. “And he looks amazing in it.”
“And get this, she totally treats me different when I’m in the suit.” Tom said for the first time out loud.
“I know. I do. I can’t help it. I just love seeing you in the suit so much.” You replied, surprising Tom that you already knew you tested him differently.
“Treats you differently how?” The journalist asked.
“For starters, she never stops touching me.”
“I like the way it feels.” You shrugged. “It’s like a basketball.”
“But you don’t keep your hands to the suit. You play with my hair and my ears and whatever else you can reach.”
“Yeah. I just like it. I like the way it looks on you.”
“I don’t know about that. I swear, you like me better when I’m in the suit.” Tom said and clicked his tongue.
“Maybe I do.” You shrugged as the two of you held eye contact.
“Wow.” He pretended to be offended.
“I’m kidding. I love you always.” You assured him, making him blush. The rest of the night went by in a blur as you went from journalist to journalist and avoided questions about both the movie and your relationship to each other.
You went back to Toms hotel room that night, still buzzing with adrenaline from the premier. Your were seated on his bed scrolling through your Instagram as he took off his suit jacket.
“What are you looking at?”
“Just some pictures from tonight. I can’t get over how magical it was.” You sighed happily as you scrolled through the photos. You turned your phone to show him a picture of you under the gigantic Spiderman inflatable that was over the entrance of the premier.
“Look at that. I look so good under you.” You said with a coy smile.
“I’ve noticed.” Tom smirked as his eyes flicked between you and picture. “You looked beautiful tonight, darling. Absolutely radiant.”
“You didn’t look so bad yourself.” You said as you popped his collar up.
“It’s because I have a really good makeup artists. You’d like her.” Tom joked as you started to undo his tie.
“I bet I would. I have to say, as handsome as you look in a tuxedo, nothing beats the Spiderman suit.” You smiled as you tugged his tie off.
“You really love that suit, don’t you?” Tom smirked as you began to undo the buttons of his shirt.
“I do. You look so confident when you wear it. So tall and sure of yourself. You stand straighter too. I’ll never get over how good you look in it.” You said as you slowly looked up into his eyes.
“Thanks, darling.” Tom said quietly with his eyes locked on your lips.
“You’re welcome. You know I fall in love with you every time I see you in the suit, right?” You asked him.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. It’s true. You should wear it more often.”
“Maybe I will.” He gulped. “Can I show you something I stole from set?”
“Okay.” You laughed skeptically as Tom went over to his closet. He riffled around for a minute before pulling out his Spiderman suit.
“No way.” You gasped. “You stole an entire costume?”
“They have a million of these. They won’t miss it.”
“Can you put it on for me?” You asked as you walked over to him.
“You want me to?”
“Pretty please?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
“Stay right here. Don’t move. I swear to God. I’ll be right back.” Tom pecked your lips before disappearing into the bathroom. He came out a few minutes later in his suit, making you suck in a sharp breath.
“Oh fuck yes.” You sighed happily before crashing your lips to his. Tom’s gloved hands wrapped around your body as he kissed you the way he had been dreaming off since the first day he walked into your makeup trailer. You stumbled back towards the bed and he climbed on top of you without ever breaking the kiss.
“If anyone knocks at the door I swear to God.” Tom groaned against your lips, making you laugh.
“They won’t.” You giggled into the kiss.
“I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Tom sighed as he kissed down your neck.
“So have I, Peter.” You replied, making him stop. He instantly sat up and covered his mouth with his hand.
“Oh my God.”
“Woah. What’s wrong?” You wondered.
“You just called me Peter.” He said as he got off the bed.
“No I didn’t.” You laughed.
“You did. You totally just called me Peter.” Tom stated as he started to undo the zips of his suit.
“Tom, don’t be silly. Why would I call you Peter?”
“Because you’re not in love with me. You’re in love with him.” Tom said sadly as he came to the realization for himself.
“Him? Who’s him?”
“Peter. The suit. The character. All of it. You don’t want me. You just think you do because of how much you love the character.” Tom said as he struggled to get out of the suit by kicking his feet around.
“Tom. At least let me help you.” You said as you watched him struggle.
“No. I don’t want your help. I’m so stupid. How did I not see that from the beginning? You’ve always treated me differently when I was in the suit. We joked about how you only liked me when I was wearing it, but that wasn’t a joke, was it?”
You got off the bed and walked over to Tom, who was still struggling to get the suit off. You touched his cheek and he stopped. When he looked at you, you could see that his eyes were glassy with tears.
“Tom. While I appreciate a good theory as much as the next guy, what you’re saying isn’t true.”
“Then how come we only kiss when I’m in the suit? That’s the only time we go from friends to more.” Tom said sadly without meeting your eyes.
“I have an answer. I swear, I do. I just can’t tell you.”
“Because it’s embarrassing. Can you just take my word for it that I love you always, not just when you’re in the suit?” You said as you rested your hands on his shoulders.
“I want to believe you. I really do. But I can’t. Not without an explanation.” Tom said. You nodded in understanding and took a deep breath before mumbling something under your breath.
“What was that?” Tom asked.
“I was very clear.” You shrugged, making Tom’s confusion grow.
“I literally didn’t hear a single word you said.”
“Because the suit makes me wicked horny, okay?” You shouted in exasperation. “Like unbearably horny. I can hide my feelings for you when you’re in plain clothes but when you’re in the suit, I’m defenseless. I’m a goner. I don’t stand a chance. Not one single chance, Tom. I’m in love with you no matter what you’re wearing but when I see you in that goddamn suit, I cannot control myself. I am completely helpless to the violent lust that takes over my body when I see you in the suit. It’s like I go into heat or something. Or like a really horny demon possesses my body. I wanna bark when I see you. I wanna scream “awooga” and whistle. Do you understand? You make me want to catcall you. I can literally feel my heartbeat in my vagina. Do you know how turned on you have to be to feel your heartbeat in your vagina? No. You don’t. Because you don’t have a vagina. But I do. And when I see you in that suit, my vagina - are you laughing at me?”
“No.” Tom shook his head as he put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter.
“Are you laughing at me? Are you seriously fucking laughing at me?” You asked as you playfully smacked his arm.
“Awooga?” He said before bursting out laughing.
“Awooga? I just confessed my feelings for you and all you can say is “awooga”?
“You said it first.” He mumbled under his breath.
“I hate you.” You whined and walked away from him.
“Hold up.” He caught your wrist. “If you’re so in love with me, then why did you just call me Peter?”
“I don’t really have an explanation for that one. The only explanation I can offer is that “Tom” is only one syllable and that’s kinda hard to moan.” You shrugged, making Tom smile in relief.
“Fair enough.” He replied. You walked back over to him and tilted his chin up to make him look at you.
“I love you, Tom. Not Peter. Not your suit. You. Only you.”
“I love you too.” Tom smiled softly.
“You can put your clothes back on now. I’ll still love you in your pajamas.”
“You better.” Tom said before leaning in to kiss you again. He grabbed a pair of pajamas and got changed in the bathroom before coming back into the room.
“There he is.” You smiled. “My love.”
Tom returned the smile as he cupped your face and kissed you again. This time, you were able to kiss each other without all the confusion clouding your minds. Tom pulled away after a minute to look at you.
“I love you, darling. I’ve loved you for a long time. I love you and I’m glad you exist.”
“I love you too, Andrew.” You replied, making his smile immediately drop.
“That was a joke. I swear.” You told him with a short laugh.
“You’re not as funny as you think you are.” Tom shook his head and started to walk away. You laughed again and grabbed him by the hand.
“Come back. I’m sorry. Let’s kiss and make up. Get it? Because I’m your makeup artist?”
“It’s a good thing you’re so good at makeup because you do not have a future in standup comedy.“ Tom mumbled, making you playfully gaps. He cracked a smile and wrapped his arms around you.
“In all seriousness, I’d like you to be more than my makeup artist, love. I want you to be my girlfriend.”
“I want that too.” You told him as you rested your forehead against his. You tilted your chin up to kiss him again, which he happily accepted. When you pulled away, your eyes flicked over to the Spiderman suit that was laying lifelessly on the ground.
“What would you say to putting the suit-“
“No.” Tom said immediately.
“It was worth a shot.”
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Summary: You’re struggling to get back to normal after the birth of your son
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“Tom please,” you groaned in frustration, “Please just stay a little longer. I just need you to keep an eye on him while I shower.”
“Darling I can’t, I’ve got to get to this meeting,” he kissed your forehead and gave you a sympathetic smile, “I know you’re worried, but he’s sleeping. He won’t notice if you slip away for a moment and take a shower.”
“Tom he’s too young, I can’t leave him on his own yet.”
“I’m not saying leave him alone, just leave the bathroom door open so you can hear him if he starts crying,” he cupped your face, “I’ve really got to get going alright? I promise I won’t be long though. If you're really that worried just wait until I get back.”
“O-Okay,” you blushed, “Have a good meeting.”
“Thank you Peach,” he kissed both of your cheeks and then your lips, “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”
You sighed, watching as he disappeared out the door, leaving you alone with the baby once again. Luca was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone there, even if you were just a few feet away in the shower. You were too worried that he would roll onto his stomach or somehow hurt himself. So instead of showering you laid on the bed and watched him sleep in the bassinet. You held one of his hands while he slept, massaging the back of his soft hand with your thumb.
It was nice, relaxing even, but he didn’t stay asleep for long. Luckily he wasn’t in a fussy mood and after a quick diaper change he was happy to lay on the bed while you cooed at him. Relief flooded over you when Tom finally returned home, you couldn’t wait to shower and finally take a few minutes to yourself. Feeling good about yourself had been a struggle since giving birth, and not being able to spend much time on self care certainly didn’t help.
“Tom,” you smiled happily as he entered your bedroom, “I’m so glad you're home.”
“Ah, me too Peach,” he pressed his lips to your and turned his attention to Luca, “How’s the little monster? Not giving you too much trouble I hope.”
“He’s good, I just hanged him, he might get hungry soon,” you began explaining, “You can just grab me if you need me.”
“I can handle it,” he assured you as he scooped Luca out of your arms, “I’m sorry I made you wait love, I want you to go take a nice, long, relaxing shower to make up for it.”
You let out a deep breath and nodded, “I-I will. Just come get me if he needs something.”
“I will,” he kissed you again before he began to coo at the boy in his arms, “Come on little devil, let’s give mommy a little break,” he peaked up at you, “Go on love, I’ve got him.”
You nodded and took another deep breath before you disappeared into the bathroom. You took a long and very hot shower that left you feeling very clean and very relaxed, at least until you left the bathroom. Tom and Luca were no longer in the bedroom where you’d left them, and it instantly sent your mind into a panic. Worriedly you ran to the nursery, but they weren’t in there either. Your heart was pounding and your mind was in overdrive, you were nearly in tears when you threw open Tom’s office door. At last you found them, Tom was seated at his desk with Luca’s bassinet right beside him.
Tom glanced up at you, a frown coming to his lips when he noticed how upset you looked, “What’s wrong Peach?”
You flushed angrily and stomped over to the bassinet. You lifted Luca out of it and cradled him to your chest, “You can’t just run off with him like that Tom!” you snapped as you rocked the boy in your arms, “How could you do that?!”
He went wide eyed, “I didn’t run off with, I just brought him to my office. We were only a few meters from you.”
“But I didn’t know where he was!” tears welled up in your eyes as you yelled at him, Luca started to bawl almost instantly, “A-And you’re supposed to be watching him!”
“I was watching him love, I had him right beside me,” he stood up, a deep frown etched on his face as he approached you, “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”
“You weren’t watching him!” you started to sob and pressed your lips to Luca’s head to try and calm him, “I-I didn’t know where he is and you just left him sitting there! I need to know where he is Tom, he’s just a baby.”
“I know, but I only took him to my office,” he rubbed your arms gently to try and soothe you, “Take a deep breath love, I’m sorry I scared you so bad but I promise I was taking care of him. He fell asleep so I laid him down, I wouldn’t just leave him there if he was awake.”
You took a deep, shaky breath and tried to compose yourself, “I just don’t want you taking him places and not telling me about it.”
“And I would never take him somewhere outside of the house without telling you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one of your wet cheeks, “I only brought him to my office Peach.”
“But I’m his mom Tom, I should always know where he is. H-H needs me for everything, he’s only a month old.”
“I know Peach, I understand,” he cupped your face carefully, “I think you’re overreacting a bit though, and you seem really stressed. Why don’t I watch Luca today? You can go relax and take a little me day.”
“I was relaxed,” you flushed and turned away from him, “But then I couldn’t find my son and I got worried.”
“(y/n), it’s okay if you need help,” he brought you close to him again, “I know this has been way more stressful for you than it is for me and you’re trying to deal with postpartum stuff too, but I’m here for you, you can lean on me if you need to.”
“I don’t need help!” you back away from him again, “I’m not having problems Tom, h-he’s my son and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t love, I'm just trying to help,” he tried again, “I want to be here for you if you’re struggling.”
“I’m not,” you glared at him, “I’m taking Luca to the nursery. I need you to put the bassinet back in our room.”
“I will,” he promised with a sigh, “I love you.”
You just pursed your lips and left the room.
Tom decided to swing by the nursery around 2 to check on you and Luca. Luca was staring up at you while he ate, Tom watched as you cooed affectionately at him. He smiled at the sight and came to stand beside the rocking chair you were in.
“How are you darling?” he set his hand on your shoulder.
“Wonderful, and how’s our little man?” he reached down to rub Luca’s cheek, “Eating lots, getting nice and strong?”
“Don’t bug him while he’s eating,” you scolded.
“Sorry,” he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, “Have you eaten yet Peach?”
You shook your head, “No, I haven’t had time.”
“You have to take care of yourself too,” he hummed, brushing some of your hair out of your face, “How about I go make you something and bring it up?”
“Will you stay and eat with me?” you blushed and looked up at him.
He nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”
Tom ran to the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches for you both, he grabbed some fruit too, and a big water bottle for you. When he returned to the nursery you were burping Luca, patting his back and gently cooing at him. Tom offered to help but you refused so he sat up lunch on the floor for you instead. He pulled out a small cushioned mat and mobile for Luca and asked you to sit, but again you refused.
“He hasn’t burped yet,” you’d switched from standing to sitting with Luca laying down over your lap.
“You’ve been at it for a while Peach, maybe he just doesn’t have to burp,” he suggested, squeezing your leg gently, “Why don’t you put him on the mat for a little while so you can eat?”
You took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, yeah.”
Tom kissed the back of one of your hands and took Luca from you. He carefully laid him on the mat and waited for you to join him. Tom had made sure to sit Luca beside him so he could take care of him if need be and you could focus on eating.
“Dig in,” he smiled at you.
A small smile graced your lips as you bit into the sandwich, “Thank you for making lunch.”
“I’m happy to do it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sorry about earlier love.”
“It’s okay,” you sighed and blushed, “I-I know I overreacted, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. I get really anxious when he isn’t with me. I mean I’m his whole world right now, he needs me for everything.”
“I know he does darling,” Tom scooted closer to you and set his hand on your leg again, “It’s alright if you're feeling anxious or scared or anything else, I just need you to tell me so I can help you. I want to be here for you, and him. The last thing I ever want to do is make this harder on you.”
“Y-You aren’t,” you sighed, “You’re the only person I trust with him Tom. It’s just hard right now, I worry about him all the time, I just want to do everything right.”
“You are,” he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead, “(y/n) you’re a wonderful mother, it’s just like you said, you’re his whole world, he absolutely adores you. It’s okay if you're struggling with the postpartum stuff, the doctor said it can be really hard on some people, we can go talk to her about it if we need to.”
“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I’m okay, I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”
“You don’t have to apologize, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure and you’re hardly sleeping,” he frowned, “You know we could try the bottle again.”
You quickly shook your head, “No, no, he hated it Tom.”
“I know, but that was two weeks ago. They said between two and four weeks, it might be better now,” he sighed as Luca started to cry, you tried to get up to help but he stopped you, “Eat your lunch, I’ll take care of him.”
“He probably needs a pacifier,” you suggest.
“I got it Peach, just relax,” he took the small boy in his arms and began rocking him. Quickly the boy quieted down and began to coo up at his father, “If we got him on the bottles then I could start getting up with him in the night too, that way you could get some more sleep.”
Watching Tom rock him made you smile and you nodded, “Okay, but if he doesn’t like it still I don’t want to push him.”
“That’s alright, we’ll just give it another try,” he ticked the boy's stomach, “And you’re gonna start using those bottles aren’t you brat? You’ve been keeping your mom up non stop, she needs to sleep.”
Luca had been much more receptive to the bottles when you tried them again. It was nice because it allowed Tom to feed him at night so you could start catching up on some much needed sleep. Unfortunately the extra sleep did nothing to calm your nerves. You still couldn’t stand to be away from Luca for more than a few minutes, and you hated to see anyone but you and Tom holding him. Tom’s parents had come to visit and it took everything in you not to snap at his mom while she held Luca. You felt awful, you loved and trusted Nikki with all of your heart, but the second she picked him up your mind began spiraling to a million worst case scenarios.
Struggling so hard made you feel awful, like you were a bad mom. You thought both your son and husband deserved better, but you kept your struggles to yourself. Tom did his best to help you but work kept him very busy, and it was hard to get through to you when you wouldn’t open up to him. That’s why he had again brought up the idea of going talking to your doctor about possible postpartum struggles, but you just couldn’t stand to hear it. Everything he said just amplified your own anxious thoughts, you couldn’t handle Tom also thinking that you were a bad mother.
“I don’t need help Tom!” you snapped at him as soon as he brought the idea up, “I’m perfectly fine! You’re not even around enough to realize how fine I am!”
His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, “I-I’m sorry, if you need me around more th-”
“No! That’s not what I said!” you pinched your nose in frustration. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you just wanted him to think you were capable, “I’m just saying you’re not here all the time. I am perfectly fine okay? I can take care of our son, I’m gonna be a good mom. I’m just adjusting still, I can’t get used to all of this overnight.”
“I don’t expect you too, we both knew things would be different,” he reached for you, a deep frown came to his lips when you pushed him away, “It just seems like you're really struggling here and I want to help. I don’t want you to feel so stressed out all the time, and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but your doctor-”
“Will you stop bringing up the fucking doctor?!” you cut him off, suddenly tears were welling in your eyes and you found yourself crying again, “I don’t want to talk to the fucking doctor Tom. I don’t want to, I don’t need to, I-I can do this.”
You’re yelling had woken up Luca, causing him to start crying in his bassinet. Tom looked between you and him, his mouth hanging open as he debated what to do. Of course he wanted to reach out and comfort you but Luca demanded his attention. So he got out of bed and scooped the boy from his bassinet before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He cooed at the boy and rocked him while you sniffled alone on your side of the bed.
“(y/n)?” Tom peaked over you.
You refused to look at him, instead drawing your legs to your chest and hugging yourself tight, “What?”
“I love you.”
“Yeah, you too,” you mumbled into your knees.
“Do you wanna take him for a second?” he offered a now calmed Luca to you with a smile, “Look, he’s smiling at you, I think he wants you,” the tiniest smile graced your lips and you opened up your arms to take the baby from him. Tom wiped your eyes as he handed him over, “See? He totally adores you.”
You rocked Luca for just a moment before he started to sob once more. You felt your own anxiety spiking again and passed him back to Tom so he could sooth him again. Tom blushed as he took him, he apologized to you as he rocked the boy in his arms. He started to settle again and your heart dropped into your stomach.
“It’s probably his stomach,” Tom tried to assure you, “I mean he ate a little bit ago, he’s about due for a new diaper.”
You felt so awful and you were already so exhausted that you just didn’t have it in you to say anything else. You didn’t want to argue with him about doctors or whether or not you needed help, and you didn’t want to stay up and watch Tom take care of your son when you couldn’t. So you rolled over while Tom climbed out of bed, deciding it would be better for you to stare at the wall until you fell asleep.
When you woke up the following morning you were still exhausted. Tom had gotten up with Luca throughout the night in an effort to let you get some more sleep, but it hadn’t really helped. Your anxiety kept you up through most of the night.
It certainly didn’t help that Luca had been in a fussy mood all morning. Nothing could keep his attention for more than a few minutes and when you sat down to try and feed him he refused to latch. He just kept crying and you did your best to soothe him while you moved him to your other breast, hoping that would fix the issue.
You ran into the same problem of him refusing to latch and you had no idea what to do. You tried some things the doctors told you could help him latch but none of them helped. He was obviously hungry, and you were trying to help, but he just wouldn’t eat. You felt awful listening to him cry and you tried to rock him and sooth him the best you could but nothing helped. It became too much for your sleep deprived mind and you found yourself starting to cry too.
“Come on Luca, you’ve got to eat,” you tried to prompt him, “We’ve done everything else, I know you’re hungry. We’ve done it a million times, you’ve just got to latch on okay? Come on,” you tried again but he only started crying harder when you brought his mouth to you, which made you cry even harder too, “I’m trying so hard Luca, I’m sorry, please eat for me.”
When Tom walked into the nursery he found the rocking chair facing the window, gently rocking back and forth. Luca was crying and when he stepped closer he was shocked to find you were sobbing just as hard. You had him cradled to your chest, like he was about to eat, but he was just bawling.
“What’s wrong?” Tom asked curiously.
“He won’t eat,” you sobbed, “I-I’ve been trying and trying and he just won’t latch on. I don’t know what to do Tom. I know he’s hungry but he won’t eat, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”
“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he bent down in front of you, “Why don’t I grab a bottle and give that a try? It seems like you could use a minute.”
Reluctantly you nodded and passed Luca to him. Tom rocked the boy in his arms and cooed at him while he warmed up a bottle. Luca calmed down a bit while his father rocked him, but he kept crying until the bottle was ready. With no effort at all Tom got him to take the bottle, he stopped crying in an instant and made happy little sounds while he ate.
“There we go buddy. That’s better right?” Tom poked his nose with a smile, “Just wanted to be a brat huh?”
You were happy he was eating, but you hated how easily Tom had calmed him and gotten to eat. You hated that he’d taken the bottle over you. He was barely over a month old, he was supposed to love you more than anything in the world, but he’d picked a plastic bottle over you. It made you feel awful and reminded you of your failure to be the kind of mother he deserved. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.
“Tom?” you sniffled.
He smiled over at you, “Do you wanna take over?”
You shook your head, “No, I-I just really need some sleep. Could you watch him for a little while?”
“Of course,” he nodded, “Take all the time you need, I’ll stay with him.”
“Thank you,” your hands trembled as you stood.
Tom leaned over to give you a kiss, you barely let your lips brush his before you left the room. You ran right to your bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed. You pulled a pillow to your chest and ended up crying yourself to sleep there.
While you were sleeping Tom took care of Luca, but he came by your room to check on you. He found you were curled up on your bed, clutching a pillow with puffy, tear stained cheeks and red eyes. It made him feel awful, he wanted so badly to help you but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t let you continue to feel so awful, he had to do something. Just talking to you didn’t seem like a great idea since last time he tried to get you to open up you’d just ended up fighting. Instead he ended up calling Harrison and his brothers over to help him come up with something. After a bit of plotting, Sam helped him cook a nice dinner for you and he went up to your room to wake you up. You were groggy and tired as he pulled you over to the nursery where Harrison was waiting.
“Why is Harrison here?” you blushed.
“Because he’s going to watch Luca for us,” Tom smiled happily at you but your heart rate skyrocketed instantly, “I know you don’t like being away from him though, so we aren’t going to go far. I just thought you and I could have a nice dinner down in the garden. Harrison will watch Luca and Sam and Harry are here too in case he needs help, but I’m sure he won’t.”
You pursed your lips, reluctant to hand over the baby in your arms, “I-I don’t know Tom.”
“(y/n) you don’t have to worry,” Harrison assured you, he stepped up to you with open arms, “You two will be just down stairs, I promise I’ll take the best care of him in the world.”
“Harrison is his godfather,” Tom reminded you, “We decided we trust him enough to raise him, I’m sure we can leave him in his care for just a few hours.”
“I do trust him,” you blushed, “B-But he’s so young.”
“I could come down there with you,” Harrison offered, “If you’d rather he be close to you I could come down and sit just a few feet away with him the whole time. It’s okay if you’re anxious about it, but Tom told me you’ve been really stressed and I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just watching the baby for a night.”
You took a deep breath before you passed Luca over to him, “I-It’s okay, you can stay up here with him. Just promise you’ll come get us if he gets too fussy?”
“Of course, go enjoy your date,” he wrapped his free arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Try and relax a little.”
You nodded and kissed Luca’s head, “Be good for Hazzy okay?”
“He will be, he wants his mom to have a nice relaxing evening,” Tom kissed your cheek and took your hand, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”
Tom led you downstairs, Harry and Sam were busy at work in the kitchen finishing dinner and dessert for you. They greeted you happily and insisted you go sit down and let them take care of you. Outside was a small outdoor dining table and chairs you and Tom had eaten at a lot before Luca was born. The fresh air felt nice and helped ease your nerves about being away from Luca.
“It’s nice out here,” you commented, “I don’t think I’ve been outside in a few weeks.”
“Dinner’s here!” Harry interrupted, beaming as he sat a plate in front of each of you, “I hope you’re both hungry.”
“It’s not good for you love,” Tom squeezed your thigh.
“I know, but I don’t want Luca to get sick.”
You giggled while he played waiter for you both, “Thanks Harry.”
“You’re welcome, enjoy,” he winked while he walked away.
Tom chuckled, “I helped Sam with some of the cooking so I hope it’s good.”
“I’m sure it will be,” you couldn’t help but glance up at the nursery window, “Did he eat again?”
Tom nodded, “Yeah, just a little bit ago, and he’s got plenty of bottles up there,” Tom frowned as your face fell, “What’s wrong?’
“Nothing,” you bit your cheek, “I-I’m trying not to worry about him too much.”
“It’s okay if you are. We can talk about it.”
You looked away shamefully, “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get over it.”
“Not if you don’t talk about it,” he pushed again, “I don’t want to fight again, but I really want to help you, and I know you’re struggling. You spent half of today crying, I hate seeing you like that.”
“It’s not a big deal,” you tried again, “I’ll be okay Tom.”
“It is a big deal, you’re my wife, I want to take care of you,” he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could take both of your hands, “I can tell you're struggling but I need you to let me in so I can help you. I feel awful (y/n), we’ve never had problems like this, I-I don’t know if I did something or what but I just want to fix it.”
Your bottom lip started to quiver and you felt your eyes starting to water again, “It’s not you Tom.”
“Then what is it? Please let me help, I’m your husband, I love you so much. I just want to give you, and our son, the best life I can.”
“I-It’s Luca,” you mumbled, sinking into your chair to try and hide, “I feel so anxious all the time. I hate it when I’m not with him, I hate it when anyone else holds him. I feel like I can’t trust anyone but you with him, and I just don’t know what to do. I feel like such a bad mom. I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much, a-and then today I couldn’t even feed him!” you were sobbing at that point, “He’s just a baby, he’s supposed to need me still.”
“(y/n),” he pulled you to his chest so you could sob against him, “You aren’t a bad mom, it’s alright to struggle. And he absolutely does need you, he might just prefer the bottle sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything, you’re still the one providing for him.”
“What if I never get better? What if I’m just terrified all the time and I smother him and he ends up hating me.”
“You won’t, I promise you won’t,” he rocked you in his arms while he spoke, “There is nothing wrong with needing help with this, struggling doesn’t make you a worse mom. The doctor told us lots of people struggle with postpartum, remember? And I’ve been doing a little research on it, it’s a lot more common than you think. You just had a baby, your hormones are crazy right now, and your body is trying to heal. It would be unfair to expect you to get better overnight,” he let out a deep sigh, “I know a lot of this is on me too. I haven’t been there as much as I should be, I shouldn’t be working right now. I should be taking time off so I can take care of you and Luca, I’m sorry I haven’t been carrying my weight here.”
You blushed and shook your head, “It’s not your fault Tom, I know you’re doing what you can.”
“I haven’t been doing enough,” he kissed the side of your head, “Look I talked to Harrison and my brothers and they’ve agreed to take charge for a while so I can take a step back and focus on you and Luca. It’s what I should have done from the beginning, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”
“You don’t have to do that Tom.”
“Yes I do, you’re my wife, and he’s my son. You two are my whole world, I need to be there for both of you,” he wiped your eyes while you sniffled and tried to calm yourself again.
“I-I’m sorry Tom,” you choked on your own words as you spoke.
“Sorry?” he frowned, “Darling you have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who fucked up.”
“B-But things have been so different,” you looked away from him, “I’m always tired and I look like shit all the time. My bodies all fucked up annd we can’t even have sex anymore, y-you deserve better than that.”
“Don’t ever say something like that to me again,” he said sternly, “Your body is not fucked up, your body just gave us our son, and now it needs time to heal, you need time to heal. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling so bad about yourself, but I hope you know I still think you’re the most gorgeous person in the world, and I promise I always will. There is nothing on earth I would rather have than you and our son, I’m the luckiest person in the whole universe,” he pulled you back to him and you buried your head in his chest, “Now it’d be stupid for me to say I don’t care about sex, because I obviously like having sex with you, but I don’t expect that from you, and I never will. If you never wanted to have sex again it wouldn’t make me love you any less.”
“I wanna have sex again,” you mumbled against his chest, making him laugh and squeeze you again.
“Yeah I do too, I’d like to give Luca some brothers and sisters,” he sighed and rubbed your back gently, “But you know if this is too much and you don’t want to have any more kids after this then that’s okay too. All I want is for you to get better so we can enjoy our son together.”
“I just wanna be normal and be able to do things with him without freaking out.”
“You’ll get there darling, it’ll get better,” he promised, “And I’ll be here every step of the way for whatever you need.”
“Thank you Tommy,” you pulled back from him just enough to press your lips to his, “Luca’s really lucky to have you as his dad, and I’m even luckier to have you as my husband.”
“Are you crazy? We’re obviously the lucky ones,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I know you’ve been pretty against going to the doctor, and I don’t want to upset you by bringing it up again, but I really think you should think about it. She knows how to help you with this, and as much as I love you, I don’t have that. She'll be able to help you better than me, or anyone else, can.”
You flushed but ended up nodding, “I-I want to go see her Tom, I want to feel better. I want to be able to sleep more and take him out places and let other people hold him.”
“You will, I promise you will. We’ll call her first thing tomorrow so we can get in as quickly as possible,” he placed one of his hands on your cheek, “There’s nothing wrong with needing help, and there’s lots of people around you that love you and want to help you. I mean just look at tonight, Haz and my brothers dropped everything so they could be here for you. We all wanted to give you a nice night and help you relax for a little while. I promise we’ll all be here to help you get better too.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. For the first time since you’d come home from the hospital you finally felt at peace. You knew it would still take time to get better, but it was a start. It was comforting just to know Tom would be there with you from now on, that you could lean on him until you were better.
“Thank you for doing all this Tommy,” you mumbled against his neck.
“You’re welcome Peach,” he kissed your head and squeezed you against him, “You really don’t have to mention it though, I’m just trying to be a good husband.”
“You’re the best husband.”
“You’re perfect,” he nuzzled his nose against yours again before he kissed you, “I love you.”
“And you’re the best wife,” he chuckled, “So how does my gorgeous wife feel about finishing our dinner? Then maybe we can talk about something that won’t make you cry for a while?”
You nodded, “That sounds perfect Tom.”
You smiled wide and pressed your lips to his again, “I love you too.”
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