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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. 

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moonlight

warnings: cursing, angst (y’know some heartbreak), insults, slight fluff (super tiny)

pairing: koh!tom x reader

a/n: legit tried to make fluff but hardcore failed... oops... anyways this is a koh!tom imagine, couldn’t find any koh imagines like this so i made a crappy one... okay, enjoy... also, there will be like a second part to this but i need to work on it :)

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Tom will always remember her as the shooting star, for she shone brightly in the night sky, but slowly faded away.

I strut into the crowded room, swaying my ivory satin dress lightly. The dim lights of the room highlight my H/C hair, which I propped onto my right shoulder. My pure white wings spread out, showing off the full volume of the feathers. Everybody’s gaze turns to face me, yet I’m not fazed by it.

As I approach the brunette, I see two girls, who are practically sitting on his lap, flirting with him.

“Tom,” I clear my throat as I stand beside his seat in the booth.

His chocolate brown eyes look over at me and his thin, pink lips turn up, “Hello, darling. I didn’t think you’d be coming.”

I raise my brow, disappointed, “Neither did I, but I think it’s better if I got going.” I sniffle, “Goodnight, and have fun.”

As I scurry away, I can hear the sluts with Tom say, “Did she actually think she’d look good in that dress? She’s way too fat to look good in something like that. Maybe she should go on a diet. She has no boobs or ass, she just flat, like a rectangle. No curves, bitch!”

Tom didn’t even try to defend me, and then the tears came. I walk out onto the balcony and stare at the night sky. Stars were twinkling and the moon shone brightly. I tried so hard to get Tom’s attention tonight, but nothing seems to be working. He hasn’t acknowledged me, his own fucking girlfriend, in weeks, but sluts he sees at parties do. I’m so fucking over this shit. He obviously wants to break it off, but he’s just too much of a bitch to do it. I can’t, and won’t, stand up for this anymore. I’m breaking it off, tonight.

Recollecting all the strength and courage I have, I walk back into the room, shoving anyone who got in my way.

“Tom!” I yell out, catching his attention.

He smirks, “Yes, princess.”

“We’re done. I’m cutting our ties.” I say sternly.

Tom’s face is the complete opposite of mine, “Princess, you can’t do that. You have nowhere to go. You need me.”

I scoff, “I don’t need you, I can live on my own, I have been for a while now.”

“Haven’t you been living in the castle, my castle?” He snaps back.

“Yes, but I know where I can go, where I belong.”

This set Tom off, “You mean heaven?” I nod, “Darling, you know they don’t accept you anymore, after all, you are dating the king of hell.”

“Not anymore.” I state, confidence running through my veins, “And frankly, I don’t care if they throw me into a dungeon and torture me. I’d rather be there than be here with you.” Tom flinches in shock and I smirk at my small victory, “Now, I’m leaving.”

He tries to reach out for my arm, but quickly, I dodge his grab. I start pushing people out of my way while trying to block Tom from getting to me. I hear his yelps for me to stop, the pain in his voice struck me in the heart. My heart is telling me to turn around and jump into his arms, but I remind myself of the constant isolation I had to live through.

Buried in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Tom yell, “Stop her!”

A hoard of guards grab my arms and hold me from running away. I try and fight my way out of their grip, but they’re too strong for my small figure to take on. Tears blur my vision and I scream, scream at the top of my lungs.

“Let go of me! Get the fuck off!”

“Darling, stop,” Tom’s velvety voice rings through my ears. “Let go of her, but don’t let her leave.”

I feel my feet touch the ground and instinctively, I try to run. The guards were surrounding Tom and me, acting as a shield preventing my escape.

“Darling, princess, please just listen to me,” he grabbed my shoulders, preventing me from shaking.

“Don’t call me that! Stop it! Let go of me! I hate you!” I scream out.

He seems to be shaken by my words, but he doesn’t let go, “Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry, princess.”

I try to scream, but my voice is lost, so I shake rapidly. He tries to talk to me, but I cover my ears. Tom lets go of my shoulders, trying to pry my hands off of my ears.

Tired of fighting, I give up, “Please,” I squeak out, “just let me go.”

My tears continuously roll down my warm, pink cheeks. I’m shaking in anger and sadness.

I grip my hair, pulling at the roots, “Darling, please, please don’t do that,” Tom grabs my hands with one hand and strokes my hair with the other.

He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style back into the castle. I can hear the indistinct chatter of the party as we walk through the long corridors, bringing back all the memories. I try to scramble out of his arms, but his grip only tightened.

“Don’t,” Tom mumbles.

As we enter our bedroom, I feel a sudden warmth comfort me. He lightly places me on our silky bed. He then continues on to strip me, but I stop him.

“No,” I whisper.

He gets the message and tucks me under the covers.

“Go to sleep, darling. I’m going to disband the party. I love you, princess, don’t forget that.” Tom says before leaving me alone in the vast room.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing my white angel dress and putting it on. I make my way to the balcony, admiring hell one last time before preparing my wings for the journey I will pursue on the flight back to heaven.

“Y/N, princess,” I hear Tom’s voice emerge from the bedroom.

He sees me standing on the railing of the balcony and rushes over to me. I look back at him, the moonlight reflecting off of my shining skin as I say one last goodbye to the man I once loved.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I love you.” I smile, a tear slipping from my eye.

“Darling, no!” He reaches out to grab my leg, unsuccessful in the attempt. “Fuck!” I can hear Tom’s loud voice as I glide up into the midnight blue ether.

I fly off into the clear night sky of hell, my white attire and wings glowing in the moon’s light. I soar up and into the blinding white and gold clouds of heaven.

! next part !

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.