𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜
(𝚊𝚍𝚓) 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕; 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐

(messages with tom)

asshole
tom i can't sleep

dumbass
come sleep with me

asshole

dumbass

asshole

dumbass

asshole
same energy

dumbass

asshole
ok

dumbass
what

asshole
what

asshole
real talk we should
get married though

dumbass
okay

asshole
alright

dumbass
anyways why
can't you sleep?

asshole
i was having an
emotional breakdown
but instead of tears
i was just screaming
into my pillow

dumbass
...
you read that
book again didn't
you

asshole
...
yes

dumbass
what did i tell you

asshole
what did i tell yOU
about re-watching
up?

dumbass
i haven't watched
it for a while

asshole
bro don't lie
i saw you watching
it last week.
sobbing.
tissues everywhere.
hugging a pillow.

dumbass
first: never call
me bro again pls
second: it's a very
emotional movie

asshole
THEN WHY DO
YOU KEEP
WATCHING IT

dumbass
I DON'T KNOW

asshole
my hands are kind
of cold

dumbass
your hands are
always cold

asshole
i need a hand warmer

dumbass
you could put
your hands in my
pockets

asshole
ok you have to
stop or i'm literally
going to explode

dumbass
why would you
explode

asshole
i'm feeling too
much love from
you

dumbass
i just told you
that you could put
your hands in my
pocket lmao

asshole
yeah i know
but when you say
stuff like that
it makes me want
to smother you
with kisses

dumbass
then why aren't
you in my room 🙄

asshole
hey tom i want you
to know something

dumbass
wot

asshole
you make me happy
and not like hey yay i'm happy
but like....i just want to
smile when i'm around you
and you make me laugh
and i just like you so much
and even though we
live together i still miss you
every moment and it's insane
(read 4 minutes ago)

asshole
i fucked up didn't i.
(delivered 2 minutes ago)

asshole
fml
(delivered 1 minute ago)

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Wary not to wake Eveline, Lilah bolted up out of bed and jogged to Tom's room.

This is what she got for expressing her feelings, she supposed. Being ignored by her—well she still didn't know what Tom was to her.

She quietly knocked on his bedroom door, concern flowing through her when she heard a small noise that sounded a lot like a sob from inside.

Lilah turned the knob and quickly ran to his bed, shutting the door behind her. She saw a lump of blankets and assumed Tom was under there somewhere. Was he crying? Was he crying because of her?

Lilah was careful not to hurt him when she jumped on top of the pile of blankets, quietly calling his name.

She heard a small sigh, then Tom threw the blankets off of him. His eyes were slightly red around the rims, but she still didn't know why. Lilah ended up sitting on his thighs when he sat up, so close they could share a breath.

His eyes found hers, staring into them like there was something in them worth looking at.

Then his hands were wrapped around her back, his face buried into her chest. Lilah opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it, and placed her hands on the back of his head, soothingly dragging her fingers through his hair.

Tom let out a sob onto her chest, his shoulders shaking. Lilah could feel tears starting to stain her shirt, but she didn't care. Tugging lightly on a curl, she told him quietly, "Please tell me how I can help you."

He started sniffling, pulling back from her body. His hands moved from her back, up her arms, all the way to cup her cheeks. "How are you even real?" he said at last. Lilah's brows furrowed in confusion.

"I mean how-how?" Tom's hands left her face, but he didn't stop touching her. Almost like he couldn't.

He started mumbling, but she could hear him. And it almost broke her heart. "You're the most amazing person I know, and I know a lot of people, so that's saying quite a lot. But you're like an angel incarnate and I-," he paused, "Lilah I don't deserve you."

Her eyes stung. But she managed to whisper, "Please never say that again."

"But it's true!" He went on, "You treat me like I'm some sort of astounding guy, like I do deserve you. But I don't. I would literally give up the world for you, Lilah. I'm your person."

"See now you just proved yourself wrong," Lilah fought the urge to snort. "You and I both know that most of what you just said is all a lie."

"It wasn't-"

"Let me finish, please," she said softly, climbing off of his lap to lie down on his pillow. She gestured for him to join her, for him to lay his head back on her chest. He did.

Lilah sighed. "It's true that you are my person, and I know you would give up the world for me. And honestly Tom, that's all that's keeping me going right now." She cleared her throat and continued, "But you forgot to mention that I would do the same for you. Because you're my equal in this," she hesitated, "relationship."

She could feel Tom smile and press a kiss against her collarbone, making her lips tug to the side.

But her own grin faded as the words flowed out of her mouth slowly and uneasy. "I—I . . . um, I think that I've only ever read about love in books—and the way they describe it, is feeling like you're safe with the other person," she swallowed, "and feeling like you know they would defend you when you feel like you can't defend myself. They say that you know you're in love when you know certain things for sure. Such as if you know that they'll listen to your words, and that you'll be there when I need you to be."

Tom's grip tightened on her waist, and she could feel wet tears beginning to stain her shirt again.

"And I want to tell you everything that happened during my day when we haven't seen each other. Because you," she said with slight emphasis, "made me feel like I wasn't alone in this world. And that's why I . . . love you, Tom."

Never—never had she said those words aloud. To anyone.

Not even her sisters. Never her parents.

The words were too precious, too invaluable to Lilah. She hoped he knew that. Knew that it was real.

Tom's head shot up from the place in her chest, his eyes directly going to hers. "You what?" he breathed.

"I—"

"No I know what you said—I-I'm just . . . you love . . . me?"

Lilah gently pressed her lips to his. Slowly. Because it was real. "Nobody else, Thomas."

She waited for him to say something. But he just gawked at her, cheeks colored and eyes wide.

Finally he sat up, his legs crossed. Tom spoke quietly, his voice rasped. "Lilah I've loved you from the first time I talked to you. And I'm not even kidding. Last week when I told you that story, when I told you I felt something—that—Lilah that was love."

In her mind she was telling him to stop, telling him to stop talking or she was going to cry. But she didn't have the courage to tell him to. Not when he looked so overjoyed.

He was mumbling now. Random little things—but they were all directed at her. All about her. And Lilah had never felt more loved by him. Loved by anyone, really.

It was almost too overwhelming, nearly knocked the wind out of her.

Especially when Tom clasped his right hand in hers and pressed it against the pillow. Did the same with the other. Slower. Lilah's breathing became ragged, her cheeks heating.

But Tom smiled and peppered her entire face with kisses. Her forehead, her nose, her warm cheeks . . . her lips.

That night Tom and Lilah slept on each other's arms, faint smiles on both of their faces, both content and utterly happy.

Neither of them were thinking about anyone else in the world. Barely remembered they existed. Or how they would eventually have to either end or hide their relationship at the end of the five month break off from work—or both of them could be fired from the best job they'd ever had. If they got caught, that was.

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lilahangelo tom holland appreciation post

username1 lilah i think your instagram page is dangerously close to becoming a tom holland fan page
↳lilahangelo i know 😩

zendaya  robert in the back looking disappointed as hell lmao

benjihak seriously you need to keep it in your pants
↳lilahangelo benjamin no-
↳benjihak BENJAMIN YES
↳benjihak i'm being serious this is a public website
↳lilahangelo i just made an appreciation post bro
↳benjihak don't call me bro and doing this is basically the same thing as sexting and leaking the screenshots
↳lilahangelo nO IT IS NOT

robertdowneyjr it kind of is
↳chrisevans ROBERT...
↳robertdowneyjr yes my dear?

username2  tom put a shirt on no one wants to see that
↳benjihak  but-

tomholland2013  my hair kinda cute in that last pic though
↳lilahangelo  damn ikr
↳tomholland2013  wait does this mean i have to make you an appreciation post now
↳lilahangelo  i mean i wasn't expecting you to
↳tomholland2013  one moment please

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tomholland2013  lilah angelo appreciation post
(HER FRECKLES IN THAT GIF ASDJALKJD)

username1  lmao S I M P

lilahangelo  better
↳tomholland2013  glad you think so

zendaya  IS THAT A PUPPY??????
↳lilahangelo  yeah it's harrison's
↳lifeisaloha  WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THERE WAS A DOG IN LONDON WHEN I WAS THERE????
↳lilahangelo  i'm sure there were lots of dogs in london when you were here jacob
↳lifeisaloha  i hate you
↳lilahangelo  love you toooo <3

hazosterfield  pic creds for the first one my goodness 🙄

chrisevans  ok ok i see we are now transferring comment sections

sebastianstan  can we get back to the tea on robert knowing what sexting is

robertdowneyjr  you guys do know that i have a wife. and i have 3 kids
↳sebastianstan  yeah and what about it
↳robertdowneyjr  well when a man and a woman love each other very very much-
↳anthonymackie  THEY MADE BABIES SEB
↳sebastianstan  oh. OH-

elizabetholsen  sebastian realizing what sex is is honestly now my whole religion
↳lilahangelo  lizzie i am seriously in love with you
↳tomholland2013  wait i thought you loved me
↳lilahangelo  only sometimes
↳zendaya  um guys-
comment deleted!

hater101  honestly lilah doesn't deserve tom as a friend

hater102  why is he even with her lol
↳sebastianstan  they aren't together???
↳hater102 omg hi sebsatian

zendaya blocked hater102
lifeisaloha blocked hater102
sebastianstan blocked hater102
robertdowneyjr blocked hater102
chrisevans blocked hater102
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lilahangelo blocked hater102

elizabetholsen  i hate people
↳zendaya  mood af
↳elizabetholsen  hey why haven't i met you yet?? you seem cool
↳zendaya  someone pls get me my inhaler i think i'm bout to pass out

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Tom watched from about twenty feet away as Lilah wrapped her hands up in cloth, simultaneously talking with Cal.

She'd requested to go back to the private gym that his trainer owned that morning, and he'd happily obliged. Besides, they needed to get back in shape for Avengers three sooner rather than later.

For about two hours they'd been there, and Lilah was still going. He was worried she was going to work herself too hard, but she seemed to be doing fine.

He saw Cal try and offer to spot her, but Lilah declined almost immediately. Either because she didn't want Cal touching her, or because she already knew how to use a punching bag properly, he didn't know.

Which brought him back to the thoughts that had created a storm in his brain the past week.

How could she live with it? Live with the both mental and physical damage that she endured during that time she'd been . . . taken away.

The other word gave him much distaste.

And although she'd told everyone in that courtroom what happened during that time, most of it he'd blocked out of his brain. Made the words become muffled.

Along with the fact that her own parents had been involved. The information was dull in his mind—but most of it involved complicated documents that the police had found in Lilah's father's office, stored away in a locked safe.

But they hadn't told him the reasoning behind the whole situation.

"Are you sure?" Tom heard Cal ask Lilah. She nodded her head politely. Amazing, how open, funny, and smily she was with him in opposition to other people.

"Alright . . ." Call chuckled. "But if you break a finger it's not my fault."

Tom grinned and called, "Thanks for letting us use the place mate."

He narrowed his eyes and swiveled towards the door. Without looking back he shouted, "If you make a mess, clean it up. Or I'll break your fingers."

Lilah made a face, tilting her head to the side. "You think he'll get mad if I end up accidentally bleeding in the boxing ring?"

Tom's eyes grew wide. "I'll get the trash bag full of ice cream." Different with Lilah than with Eveline.

"No—Tom—not like that," Lilah laughed. "I mean the traditional bloodshed that we established the last time we were here."

He sighed, "We've been going at this for two hours, Lilah. You sure you don't want to stop?"

Lilah voiced her obvious decline and continued wrapping her hands up in the cloth.

Tom shook his head and sucked on a tooth. Too bad he was now in a committed relationship with this girl—he was sure that maybe a super soldier would have a better time with this category of Lilah's brain. The part of her brain that was a complete mess.

But she was his mess.

And he was okay with that.

Tom walked over to Lilah and kissed her sweaty forehead. "You need a shower," he muttered.

"Oh yeah, thanks man. You too."

He stuck his tongue out at her. "Alright, Angelo. Shirt and shoes off."

Lilah seemed to choke on nothing but air. "What?"

"Shirt and shoes off," he said again, taking a step closer to her. To clarify, he said, "If we're going to go in the ring, you're going to need more grip on your feet. And your shirt is drenched in sweat, it's more like a dead weight than anything at this point."

"Okay, but just know I'm going to wipe the floor with your ass. I have been waiting for almost eight months. The time has finally come," she said in a deep voice, almost comical.

Tom snorted and took his shoes off laying on the outside of the ring, climbing inside.

When he whirled back around, he found Lilah already in a fighting stance.

She cocked a brow. "You ready?"

Her sweat ridden shirt was discarded down below by their shoes, making it hard for him to keep his eye level above her neck. Her entire body was gleaming, causing her toned abdomen to catch the light.

Like he'd said the day before, an angel incarnate.

Peaking out from under the strap of Lilah's sports bra, he could see the scar of a bullet wound on her collarbone. The small ones that circled it.

"Ready," Tom said, his voice slightly hoarse. He planted his feet at ten and two and held up his fists.

Faster than he could register, Lilah's foot hooked around the back of his ankle, twisted and pulled—then Tom was on the floor, using his hands to push himself back up. When he stood back on his feet, Lilah was grinning at him, her arms crossed.

Teasingly, she drawled, "I really thought you'd be more prepared for that, huh."

A muscle flickered in Tom's jaw. He caught her admiring the action, distracted. Perfect.

He tugged at the seam of his shirt and pulled it off over his shoulders. Rolled his neck, his eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw Lilah blinking at him.

Most likely the only sign of surprise she'd show.

"Okay. Again," he said, getting in his stance. She echoed his movements. 

This time Tom had the upper hand, with her mind so obviously going elsewhere. As his had been.

Fighting his smugness, Tom watched as Lilah threw a punch right for his face. Almost in slow motion, he ducked under her arm and swiftly moved behind her. She turned, but he was faster. Tom grabbed Lilah's forearms and crossed them, spinning her around.

Her back pressed against his bare chest, her hands crossed and pinned to her hips, she had nowhere to go.

She tired to wiggle out of his hold, but he held the grip on her wrists. He leaned his down only a little, since he wasn't much taller than her, and pressed his lips to the spot just below her ear. She leaned her head back against his shoulder and he smirked—then let go of her. Took two steps back.

Lilah whirled around, her mouth agape.

Just like she had, he drawled out his words. "I thought you'd be more prepared for that," he picked at his nails, "huh."

This time Lilah was the one who clenched her jaw, but his victory didn't last long.

Because Lilah punched him straight in the cheek, her foot going up to sweep his leg. And before she could get another blow in while he was on the ground, Tom yanked on her ankle, bringing her down with him.

She fell on her back, but was quick to trap him. Lilah swung one leg over him, her thighs placed on either side of his. She pressed her right forearm across his shoulders, just barely digging into his neck.

Because his arms were at his sides, they were pinned down by her knees, and he was trapped. Payback, he figured.

He felt a hot red liquid dribble down from his cheekbone onto the mat beneath them, and they locked eyes. 

Shit, both of them thought.

But Tom didn't move. With her other hand that wasn't holding him down, Lilah gently unwrapped the cloth and wiped the blood away. So unlike the fury that had been there just seconds before.

He couldn't help but notice how close they were to each other, the particular spot where she'd chosen sit on him, how close her lips were to his, so close their breath mingled together.

Yet her attention was not where his was, where his mind was. And when Lilah finished cleaning up the blood that had accidentally been drawn, over and over again muttering her apologies, she then realized she still had him on the ground.

Lilah quickly climbed off of him, rolling to the side.

However Tom pulled her back on top of his lap and hauled her mouth onto his, closing the distance between them. She made a sound of surprise, but her eyes slowly closed, and she put either of her hands on his chest, pushing him back down.

When Tom's hands instinctively went to the back of her thighs, Lilah reluctantly detached their lips. "Hey as much as I like making out with you, I'm not going to do whatever it was you were planning to do for the first time in a boxing ring."

"Oh no, Lilah—I wasn't—" Tom said nervously, propping himself up on his elbows.

She scrunched up her nose. "Yeah you were."

"No—"

"You've got this look in your eyes, I can tell, Thomas. But maybe when we get back home . . ." Lilah snorted at the light that shone in his eyes at the suggestion and climbed off his lap again, glancing at the evidence that she'd clearly done something to him, and walked away. Swayed her hips a little more than usual just to tease him.

Tom hung his head back, sighing through his nose.

Lilah picked up her shoes and shirt, calling over her shoulder as she strutted for the door, "I love youu!!"

He couldn't help the wide smile that grew on his lips. Tom didn't think he'd ever get used to her saying that. Especially to him.

"I love you too," he said, although she could barely hear him.

It would have to end soon, their relationship. He knew it. But Tom liked to think that this short  time they had together was something they should treasure.

Something they should cherish.