So, 2017 is going to be a big year for you and Tom: New house, Homecoming premiere, wedding planning, oh and there's that whole illegitimate daughter coming to visit. Not a damn thing could possibly go wrong! The sarcastic, sweet, and sexy saga con...
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"Hey," you said with a weird little wave. Way to be cool, Y/N.
But it was hard being cool. There she was, in the flesh, with cute little ripped jeans and cropped top. She had one of those black lace chokers and you marveled at how she looked like she stepped out of 1995. Or rather, your closet from 1995. It was uncanny, really.
"Hi," Olivia said with an equally weird wave. Oh, bless her. The awkward gene must have hit her with full force. You both kinda stood there looking at each other, tripping out on each other's presence, mind blown, brainfucked.
"I'm Tom," Tom said, breaking the silence. She looked at him and eyed the balloons, warily.
"What the fuck are those?" she asked him. You burst out laughing at her bluntness. Poor guy looked absolutely crestfallen, but he was a good sport about it.
"A poor attempt at being funny," he said with a thin smile.
"Yeah, I'd say that's pretty accurate," she said with a sarcastic smirk. Well, that looked familiar.
"Alright, Liv, are you ready for an exciting week of emotional fuckery and dysfunction?!" you said with a over enthusiastic wave of your hands.
"I've got my therapist on speed dial!" she said with equal excitement.
"Awesome!" you shouted. Tom's eyes bounced between the two of you with a slight hint of panic. You both noticed him at the same time and stared. You knew what he was thinking. Two Y/Ns may be too much for anyone, even St. Thomas.
"You good, Tiger?" you asked, grabbing his hand. He squeezed it and pulled you closer.
He kissed you briefly.
"Better now," he whispered.
You purred in his ear about all the things you were going to do to him later if he was a good boy. You hooked your finger in his belt loop, giving an emphatic tug with every illicit detail. He growled in response and murmured about that thing with his golf clubs. He really got off on that, so sure, we can do the thing with the golf clubs again. At least he's not going on about your ass.
Tom kissed you again but it was soon interrupted. Liv cleared her throat loudly. You both turned to her.
"You guys are kinda gross, you know that?" she said with a wrinkle of her nose. Ah, that's familiar too.
You licked your lips slightly embarrassed. It was easy to get caught up in Tom and forget everything else. You actually preferred it that way.
Tom narrowed his eyes and handed her the balloons.
"Take your bloody balloons, clone," he said.
"Sure thing, Spiderboy," she smiled.
"Spider-Man," Tom muttered then shot you an annoyed look.
