Insecure

insecure

warnings: angst, super slight fluff, slight mention of suicidal thoughts, mentions of depression, cursing, reader gets slightly injured

a/n: i know i’ve written a lot of depressing shit, so i apologize and i’ll try to make happier imagines that are fluffy. just feeling down a lot now and i feel like the dent in a perfect new car and everybody is judging me. it’s whatever. enjoy!

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I stared into the mirror, judging my reflection. You’re fat and ugly. No one will ever like you. You don’t fit in. 

It’s true, I don’t fit in. I always feel out of place with my supposed friends, and even in my family. I couldn’t believe that I was dating Tom Holland, Spider-Man. He chose me over Zendaya and all the other beautiful women, but why? You’re just a charity case. He doesn’t really care for you. He’s using you.

I quickly shifted my eyes away from the reflecting glass, sniffing away the tears, wiping any stowaway ones. Tom would be coming home at any moment, and I can’t show any signs of weakness.

Not many moments later, I heard the familiar click of the door.

“Y/N, darling? I’m home,” he placed his keys on the golden-coloured wall rack. I rushed down the stairs, keeping my composure, “Tommy!” I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “How was work today? Did you have a good time?”

“Work was great and tiring. Of course, I had a good time, love, but I missed you,” Tom frowned. I giggled at his adorable gesture, kissing him once again.

“Well, I’ll go make you some tea, and you can go wash up and rest. Love you,” our noses touched.

“Mhm,” he sighed in satisfaction. “Love ya too, darling.”

I unwrap my arms from his neck and walk to the kitchen to make his tea, as promised.

I set the tea kettle onto the stove, setting the heat to a medium. The steam slowly started to flow out of the spout, and the whistling started to increase. I turned down the heat, making sure the tea wouldn’t splash out.

After waiting for another 5 minutes, I grabbed the kettle off the stove, forgetting to turn off the fire, causing me to burn myself.

“Ah, shit,” I let go of the kettle and run over to the sink, running my hand under cold water. You finally got what you deserved, you bitch.

As I stood at the sink, still keeping my hand cool, I heard footsteps coming from the staircase. I quickly pulled my hand out of the water, hissing in pain. I hid my hand behind my back, turning off the fire with my good hand. My right, and burnt, hand was throbbing. The pain was spreading through my arm.

“Is the tea ready?” Tom asked excitedly. I smiled and gave him a fake giggle, “Yeah, it’s just cooling. Go sit down, I get you a cup.” He walked out of the kitchen, his bareback muscles clenching.

“Fuck!” I whispered, silently slamming my left hand on the counter. I walked to the fridge, grabbing an ice pack to put on my red, swollen hand.

“Love? You doing alright in there?” Tom asked from the couch. I hurriedly grabbed a cup and attempted to pour the tea into it, but failed miserably, “Ah, dammit!” The hot tea spilt all over my legs and feet, burning them too.

Tom rushed into the room to see me crying and covered in hot tea, “Oh my god, baby, are you okay? Please stay calm,” I sobbed in pain and idiocy. You’re a fucking idiot. Failure as well. You should just die. You deserve to kill yourself most painfully ever. Everybody would be happier without you.

“Darling? I’m going to call the ambulance, stay still,” I heard him dial and number on his phone, hearing the loud ringing. I felt numb from the pain. Maybe everyone would be happier without me. Maybe I wasn’t important. Maybe I do deserve to die. Maybe I shou-

“Y/N, love, the ambulance is on their way. Stay with me,” Tom held me closer, pushing me against his hard muscles, “I feel tired,” my eyes fluttering from opened to closed.

“Darling, just try and stay awake, please,” Tom spoke, attempting to give me energy. “Look at the pretty forest! Sparkles, Tommy, there’s sparkles!” Then, darkness.

slurp

a/n: I don’t know what this is XD

warnings: fluff, cursing

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Tom sat on the front porch, staring into the vast, clouded mountains. He was in a relaxed state, euphoria enveloping him. What he didn’t realize was his beloved girlfriend leaning on the doorframe, admiring him from behind. Y/N would always stare at the scenery to calm herself, and after she moved in with Tom, he grew familiar with the habit and joined in.

Y/N quietly made her way over next to Tom, “Slurp.”

Tom jumped out of his daze, a hand placed on his chest, “Bloody hell, darling. You scared me.”

Y/N giggled, “Enjoying the view?”

Tom nods, “Now, I understand why you like to just sit here and stare out.”

Y/N places her head on Tom’s shoulder, relaxing into his warmth.

They sat together like that for hours until the dark started to take over.

requests are open ♡

send in any requests !!!

i’m currently accepting fluff and angst. i haven’t been able to learn how to write smuts, but i’m totally ok with them, just don’t know how to write them. 

love y’all 🖤

ho ho, the mistletoe

a/n: this was really quick and short because I have no inspiration right now, but I got a request I’ll be working on so ;)

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Tom: hey, darling

Y/N: yes, tommy

Tom: you know the songs that goes like “ho ho the mistletoe hung where you can see”

Y/N: indeed I do, why

Tom *looks up*: well... I- umm... there’s- *mwah (he give you a quick peck before turning red as a tomato)*

Y/N: aww tommy, you don’t have to be embarrassed, I think it was really cute uwu

Y/N kisses him again but with more passion and Harrison pops out of nowhere yelling: gEt A rOoM

Dear do you write for male readers?

I’d gladly try and I’m sure I could 🖤

hello, fellow people of tumblr! i’m not necessarily new to tumblr because i’ve used it to read, but this is the first time i use it to make my own page. i was inspired by spideyunivrse to make my own page. i also have a tom holland fan account on instagram: tommohollander