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.
Prompt – Y/N is an artist who tends to find inspiration in others, as in she draws other people, and she draws Peter the most. He sees one of her drawings of him and asks her about it. FLUFFY!
Warning – none.
A/N: haven’t written anything in awhile and this might be a little short. Besides, I was getting bored. I am also in the midst of writing some smutty sin, so you can look forward to that.
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She was a creative person, incredibly above average when it came to expressing her imagination. Her art was aesthetically pleasing to the eye, those who saw it wondered how a girl of such a young age could possibly make something so realistic. She had a talent for capturing the person’s essence in every drawing, or portrait to be more specific.
She drew everyone, whether they noticed it or not.
But there was one person who she absolutely loved to draw.
That person was Peter Parker.
The boy in the layered sweaters and graphic t-shirts.
She adored that boy’s physique because to her drawing him came like second nature. In her drawings, his fluffy brown hair would be perfectly styled, his clothes exactly the way he had them; disheveled.
But there had been one day when he had been late to school. He walked into their shared class, his hair tousled, his clothes in disarray. He had ran his hand through his wild morning hair in an attempt to tame it, and at that moment Y/N had already pulled out her sketchbook to draw his rugged appearance that captivated her so much.
She watched him for the duration of the class period to get his features perfect. Nobody noticed her watching him, it was a normal sight to see her staring at someone. Everyone knew that she was an artist and that she drew anyone that captured her eye, some people took it as a compliment, others didn’t.
She loved that drawing, she was proud of it.
Everyday she drew someone new, and among those new drawings was always an even better drawing of Peter.
In the beginning, when she first started drawing him she barely knew his name, she was just intrigued by his noticeable Star Wars t-shirt. But then as time went on, she became more infatuated with the young genius.
She tried talking to him but the moment she caught a glimpse of those chocolate brown eyes, her face would become warm and her eyes were immediately back on her sketchbook. He was her muse.
She found comfort in sketching his cheekbones, his jawline, his nose, his beautiful hair. It enraptured her.
She was in her last class of the day, off to the side in the last row of desks. Peter sat directly to her left.
She had already finished her classwork so she pulled out her almost completed sketchbook and opened it to an empty page, her pencils were already laid out waiting for her to use them.
She didn’t really mind if he noticed her drawing him, maybe he’d want to talk to her about it and then she’d actually be able to talk to him without being a shy idiot about it.
She began with the outline of his face. She had done these steps so many times that she could probably do them in her sleep.
She continued to sketch him, but she was so engrossed in her drawing that she didn’t notice Peter’s eyes flickering to her paper. He recognized the face as his own and his eyebrows furrowed together.
‘She’s drawing me. She’s actually drawing me,’ he thought.
A ghostly grin etches its way onto his face as he watches her, the pencil running over the paper, her index finger smudging the graphite for the appropriate shading, her bottom lip in between her teeth in concentration.
He noticed that she didn’t even need to glance at him to complete her drawing. Unknown to him, but she had his face permanently etched into her brain.
The bell rang signaling that it was finally time for the poor students to go home. Y/N packed up her stuff but carried her sketchbook in her arms.
As the students began to excitedly file out of the room, Peter followed behind Y/N to try and talk to her.
Y/N liked to take her time when she left school because she didn’t really like being in a crowded subway surrounded by tons of people, downside to living in New York. She walked slowly as she let her beat-up converse hit the newly polished school floors.
Peter tapped her shoulder making her turn around. When she saw that familiar face looking down at her with a gentle grin, her heart fluttered.
“Hey,” she said trying to make it seem like she wasn’t dying to run her fingers through his fluffy hair.
“Uh hi, I’m-uh, I’m Peter,” he managed to say, she smiled at his nervousness.
“Yeah, I know. You’re in most of my classes, you’re not invisible,” she clutches her sketchbook tightly in her arms.
‘He’s talking to me. He’s actually talking to me,’ she thought.
He blushed cherry red, “I um, I noticed you drawing me during class and I-” she wanted to let him finish but she had to ask.
“I didn’t make you uncomfortable, did I?” She asked, he shook his head vigorously.
“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just know that you draw everyone and I was curious as to why you were drawing me,” he explains.
“Because you’re beautiful,” she blurts out without processing the words as they left her mouth.
Peter’s grin then turns into a full blown smile, cheeks blazing red.
Y/N knew that she should feel embarrassed about what she had just said to the object of her artistic affection, but she wasn’t embarrassed.
“You think I’m…beautiful?” He couldn’t stop smiling, his cheeks were hurting from how hard he was smiling but he couldn’t help it.
A gorgeous and talented girl had just called him beautiful.
“Yeah. You’re my muse, my inspiration,” she wished she would just stop talking, but she had already started so there was no point in stopping.
“I know it’s a bit awkward but I-I draw you all the time, I find your features…fascinating,” she tells him, he chuckles.
“Well maybe we could hang out sometime and you can draw me as much as you’d like,” he offers awkwardly sliding his hands into his pockets, she hides her absolute joy by looking down at her sneakers as her cheeks turn a bright red.
“Um yeah, yeah I’d like that,” she accepts.
“Great.”
They leave the school together and he walks her home only for her to insist that he stay so she could take him up on his offer of making another portrait of him. He accepted, but this time it wasn’t a drawing…it was a painting.
He flipped through the pages of her sketchbook as she prepared the materials that she needed for the painting.
“Don’t you ever get tired of drawing me? I mean, I’m nothing special.”
She laughs, “Not at all, like I said…you’re my muse.”
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A/N: I hope this was satisfying enough. I’ll probably be posting another fic this week because I’m having lots of inspiration. ❤
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