Do Yall Like Fluffy Shit Or ??? Angst Seems To Be The Only Thing I Write So I Want To Expand My Kind

do yall like fluffy shit or ??? angst seems to be the only thing I write so I want to expand my kind of “genre...” requests are open

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.

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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.

stay with me, please | pt.2

warnings: mentions of SELF-HARM, talks about attempting SUICIDE, depression, language, angst, heartbreak

a/n: please do NOT read this if you are sensitive on the topics in listed above. I do not support the topics. if you feel alone, call the suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255. please remember that you are loved, and when times get tough, it’s just a rough patch in your life, but it’ll be over with soon. look on the bright side of things. treat yourself with love and care. i love you all ♡

*i personally have never had an experience on this topic, but a very close friend of mine has, she took therapy and is better than ever now. feel free to talk to me by clicking ‘ask me anything.’ i myself have suffered from depression. i tried to cut myself and was only able to cut my fingertip. i have a habit of not eating a lot of food and trying to stay quiet, not to attract attention to myself. nobody knows about it, not even my family or close friends. sometimes i feel alone in this world, but then i remember that there are people out there that love me. it’s hard, i know, but stay strong, my lovelies, i know it’ll get better. i will make a post just on this because i’ve typed too much of this on my lil’ fic here, which have more parts to come, so enjoy!*

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pt.1 | pt. 2

You awoke to the bright lights shining in your eyes. You tried to lift your arm to cover your eyes, but it didn’t work.

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Tom’s sounded tired.

You tried your hardest to turn your head to face him, but it didn’t work.

“Woah! Slow down, you haven’t healed yet. You’re still too weak. You’ll feel like you’re paralyzed only for an hour, so don’t worry. Here, let me help you.” His soft hands gently turn your head to face him.

He looks so tired like he hasn’t gotten any sleep. The dark under eye bags proving that he didn’t get any sleep. Tom was slouched over, gripping onto the hospital bed for support.

“Tom,” You were able to croak out, “Go sit down, you’re too weak. It’s okay.” He nodded his head and unsteadily walks back to the chair.

“Why?” Tom asked, sadness washing over his dull eyes.

“What?” You were confused.

“Why would you try to k-,” He struggled to get the word out. It was too painful to think about your limp body lying on the white tiled floor of the bathroom.

“Kill yourself,” He finally got it out. Tears started to fill his eyes.

I made him cry. I’m an idiot. I deserved to die. Why’d he have to save me? I’m just a waste of time.

“Please don’t cry, especially over me. I’m a waste of time, of effort.” You said quietly.

“No, you’re not! You aren’t a waste of time or effort! I love you! So fucking much as well! You don’t know how many people love you! Did you ever think about how the people around you would feel?! How I’d-,” He yelled, but you cut him off.

“You’re wasting your time yelling at me. Like I said if I had died, no one would have noticed and I would’ve been better off. You wouldn’t have to be here, wasting your breath. Look, Tom. You need to move on, to find someone better, like Zendaya. She’s so much better for you. It’s healthier for you to leave me,” You gave up on trying to speak loudly. Your voice was only a little over a whisper.

“No! You don’t get to choose what’s right for me! I love you, Y/N! You can’t just throw me away because you think you aren’t worth it! So listen up, I love you, and I won’t be leaving you anytime soon!” He demanded.

“If you won’t leave me, then I’ll have to leave you.” You sighed, trying your hardest to shake your head.

“No-,” you cut him off, “Tom, you can’t keep following after me, picking up all of my mishaps. You have to move on. I love you, and you mean the world to me, but it’s time that I go. So please, let go, I beg of you.” Tom’s eyes started to water, and his lips started to quiver.

Dammit, you made him cry, again.

“Please go, Thomas,” hearing you say his real name shocked him. He didn’t know what to do. You never said his real name, only Tommy, Tommo, Tom, and other nicknames.

“N-No, I can’t. I can’t,” he fell to his knees and started sobbing.

The tears rolled down his face rapidly as he kneeled there. His hands clenched into fists, continuously pounding the hospital floors.

The sound must’ve been heard by the doctor because the next thing you knew, they were standing at the door. They saw what was causing the noise, and you sympathetically looked over to the doctor, as if you were asking them to escort Tom out of the building. They nodded and continued onto their job. Somehow, the doctors were able to convince Tom to get up and exit your room.

You silently cried as you watched Tom get escorted out. You loved him. It was painful to let go of him, but you knew it was for the best. You couldn’t keep dragging him into your messes. Zendaya or any other girl would be better for him. You just hoped he would move on, and forget about you, completely.

“I love you, Tom,” you cried to yourself.

Tom couldn’t leave you. He stayed in the hospital waiting room, pacing back and forth. As the sunset, and more people started to leave, he sat down, sobbing his heart out.

Once Tom had calmed down, he walked back to your room, watching you sleep. You seemed so peaceful. He placed a hand on the glass, staring at you sympathetically.

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll do anything for you. Just please, please, live. Don’t try to go again. I’ll always be waiting for you, my love. Love, Tom.” He wrote on a sticky note, placing it right beside you on your tray.

The tears slipped down his face as he kissed your forehead, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time. He slowly walked out, relapsing all of the wonderful memories he shared with you.

Tom knew you guys were forever.

As the sun peaked through the hospital window, you were awoken by your doctor. They informed you that you could leave the hospital the next day. You were able to move on your own, now.

“Ms. L/N, you have a note,” your doctor handed you the small sticky note and left the room.

Puzzled, you read the note.

“Love, Tom.” It read.

Tears started to flood your eyes.

He finally left.

A wave of desperation and contentment washed over you. He could finally grow and thrive without something to stop him, but you would never get to feel his lips on yours anymore, or the way he’d hold you when you were afraid.

He’s gone.

Peter: *pats Iron-Man tsum tsum* this one T H I C C bih

Tony:

Stephen:

Tony: don’t buy him tsum tsums anymore

Stephen: *nods head slowly*

In memories of Tom Holland’s hair