The Clouds

the clouds ☁️

a/n: I’m back from my short hiatus :)) still hooked on tros but felt bad for not posting, so here we go ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

warnings: small mentions of depression, fluff, daydreaming

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Y/N laid on the lush, green grass, with her arms tucked behind her head. Her Y/EC eyes focused onto the grey hued sky. The clouds were clumped together, hiding the usually bright blue sky.

In her concentration, she didn’t realize Tom was watching her. He leaned against the white doorframe, smiling at the peace of the moment. He could stand there, admiring her forever. Just the way her eyes light up when she’s looking at the clouds makes Tom’s heart melt.

Y/N had been in a tough time in her life and seeing her this relaxed made Tom happy. Depression was starting to take a toll on her yet again, and nothing Tom did could cheer her up.

Tom walked over to where Y/N laid, joining her in her position. Instinctively, Y/N snuggled into Tom’s warmth.

“Whatcha staring at, darling?” Tom asked, wrapping an arm around her.

“The clouds. I’ve been thinking, what’s it like up there? Just peace and quiet with no one to bug you about anything. I’d like that, would you?” Y/N kept her stare up at the sky.

“Well, it depends. If you like it, then I like it, beautiful.” A small, but noticeable smile stretches across her face.

“You know I love you, right, Tommy?” Y/N finally turns to look at Tom and away from the clouds.

“Of course, darling. And you know I love you, too, right?” She hums a ‘yes’ in response, and they lay there, snuggled together, staring at the never ending sea of clouds.

shitty days

a/n: my inspiration is obviously myself,,, honestly had multiple emotional breakdowns for the past two days. never thought i could be so emotionally exhausted. the reader is so lucky, she has someone to love and rely on... unlike me

warnings: lots of angst, uwu fluff, inappropriate words/terms

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The past few days had been shit. Not only did I find out that my so-called friends were using me for popularity, but I haven't been able to clear my mind and study for the upcoming finals. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff that led to a neverending pit of darkness. I had multiple emotional breakdowns in the last few days, leaving my face red and puffy. People eyed me as I rushed across campus to my dorm. It was always embarrassing to feel their eyes following my every movement, judging me from afar.

Today was no different, if anything, it was worse. My professor had turned everyone's attention to my unconscious figure, mocking me and using me as an example of bad behaviour. I woke to the giggling of the other students and noticed their eyes focused on me. The professor burst out in laughter, pointing at my face. I grabbed my phone and looked at the selfie camera to see my face stained with black marks. The words 'whore,' 'slut,' and 'bitch' etched on my forehead and cheeks. Above my lips, they drew a moustache that looked like a dick. I froze in shock horror embarrassment. Tears filled my eyes, threatening to spill out. I grabbed my stuff and ran. I ran back to my dorm, never looking back once. I broke down in my dorm, sitting on the floor with my knees bent and my face buried in them. Black tears rolled down my face, dripping onto the cold, concrete floor.

I could've, would've, fallen asleep there, but I remembered about the ink on my face. I stoop up and waddled to the bathroom, hovering over the sink, I don't look up at the mirror, dreading what I'll see in the reflection. I scrubbed my face until my arms gave out and my face felt numb.

I walked out, putting on an oversized crewneck and shorts. I decided that going to visit Tom would make me feel better, so I grabbed my car keys and drove.

When I arrived at the all too familiar house, I parked my car in the driveway next to his car. Mustering as much energy as I could, I put on a fake smile and tried to pull myself together. I stood up straight, tapping the door with my fist twice.

"Hey, darling," Tom smiled, embracing me.

"Hi, Tommy," I giggled genuinely, melting into the hug.

"It's been such a shitty day for me," the two of us said in unison.

"You can go first," Tom welcomed me into his humble abode.

Once I stepped into his home, I broke. Something in me just snapped.

"Today has been the worst, Tommy. My classmates and professor made fun of me because I fell asleep in class, and-" Tom cut me off.

"Bloody hell, why are you sleeping in class?" He groaned.

"W-Well with finals and all, I've just been studying really, really har-" I tried explaining.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Y/N. You shouldn't be sleeping in class. I'm not helping you pay for your tuition for you to sleep in class. Fuck," Tom brought a hand into his mop of hair, "Sorry, go on."

"They- uh- they- well..." I fidgeted with my fingers.

"For fuck sake, Y/N, spit it out!" Tom rolled his eyes.

"They drew on my face! They wrote really mean things. They called me a slut and a whore and a bitch. Then, they drew a penis-looking moustache on my face. And, I also found out that my only friends liked me because I was dating a celebrity. Because I was dating you! I-I just can't do it anymore, Tom, I really can't." My sobs shook my entire body, travelling down my spine and on every bone of my body.

"Look, darling, I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was just frustrated because work has been shit recently. I love you, princess. You have many other friends who do care for you, like Haz, Z, Jacob, and even more! Please don't doubt yourself. It'll get better, I promise." Tom kissed the top of my forehead, "Now let's get some rest. You must be emotionally drained," I hummed 'yes' in reply. "Let's go to bed and cuddle, darling."

"Tom?" I looked up at him as he carried me to the bedroom bridal style, "I love you."

Tom smiled down at me, "I love you, too."

sex playlist

a/n: sorry for not updating recently. i’ll try to post more. also my first time attempting smut so sorry if it’s bad

warnings: a lil bit of smut at the end, mentions of sex, fluff

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Y/N had been looking through Tom’s phone, with his permission of course, when she came across his Apple Music. She wanted to add a playlist in his phone that reminded her of their relationship. When she opened the app, she noticed the multiple pre-made playlists, one named ‘💦.’ Interested, she opened the playlist to see ‘Sex on Fire,’ ‘Sexual,’ and other sex related songs. To say she was shocked would be an understatement.

She rushed up the stairs, running to their room. Tom sat on the edge of their bed with Tessa cuddled in his lap. A pair of glasses sat on the bridge of his nose while he carefully studied the script.

Y/N walked over to Tom, telling Tessa to go downstairs (and she listened), and sat in his lap Tessa is already out of his lap. Tom’s eye flickered off the script to see Y/N’s flaming red face.

“Darling?” Tom asked, taking off the pair of black framed glasses.

“You have a sex playlist and you didn’t tell me?” She yelped.

“Right, about that...” Tom chuckled nervously.

“You should name it ‘web shooting time.’” Y/N cut him off.

“Shut up,” Tom flushed.

“Make me,” she grinded into his crotch.

“Bloody hell, love,” Tom moaned.

He flipped them over, making him the top. Quickly, he stripped both of them from their clothes. Tom has climbed down her body, leaving a trail of kisses that led to her raw pussy. It was already glistening with wetness.

“Tommy,” Y/N whined, “not teasing.”

“Patience, darling, patience,” Tom mumbled onto her clit, making her hips jerk.

He made small kitten licks to her clit, collecting her wetness on his tongue.

“Mmm, you taste wonderful, baby,” Tom said, licking the sweet fluids of her pussy.

He inserted a finger into her as she moaned out in pleasure. He was able to find her g-spot with ease. She came not too long after that.

“I think you’re ready now,” Tom said positioning himself over his aching core.

Let’s just say it was a hell of a long night after that.

mystery skater

a/n: merry belated christmas! a gift to you guys… a little bit of angst :)

warnings: just pure fluff

y/c: your color | s/c: skin color

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Tom and Haz decided to go to the outdoor skating rink in London to enjoy the holiday season. Both had experience with ice skating, so they understood the techniques needed to move without falling.

They walked up to the kiosk with the skates, asking for their size skates. When they received them, the boys sat on a bench to put on the skates. They placed their shoes into the public bins, making sure they were low-key about it so no one would take them.

As Tom walked to the entrance of the rink, he saw a twirling figure on the ice. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, a couple of strands out to frame her face. She glided gracefully on the ice, moving her arms with delicacy.

“C’mon, mate. You’re blocking the entrance,” Haz stated as he tried pushing Tom onto the ice.

“Right, sorry.”

Tom stepped onto the ice, focusing on his balance before looking back at the mystery skater. She was mid-air in a jump. The landing was smooth and natural. The girl had stopped with her tricks and began to skate around the rink, giving Tom a chance to get a glance at her face.

She was gorgeous. Her Y/C eyes sparkled with passion and her S/C skin beamed in the sunlight.

Tom was awestruck. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her.

Haz obviously noticed this.

He nudged Tom, “Go talk to her.”

“W-What? N-No, I can’t,” Tom stuttered.

“Yes, you can. Bloody hell, mate, you’re practically drooling over her. It wouldn’t hurt to approach her at least,” Haz groaned.

“Okay, fine.” Tom pushed himself away from Haz to approach the girl.

Her head was down, obviously lost in thought, but she was able to see the figure beside her through her peripheral vision.

“Hi?” She looked at the brunette.

To say she was surprised would be an understatement; she was completely astounded. The man beside her had fluffy, curled hair. His eyes a warm, chocolate brown. Everything about him was inviting.

“Hi, I’m Tom,” he stuck his hand out to shake, “I saw you skating and I just wanted to come over and tell you that you’re an amazing skater.”

“T-Thank you,” Y/N blushed.

“I-I was also wondering, would you want to get coffee with me or something? I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I was just wondering. You’re just really beautiful and gorgeous. You’re super talented, too. I’m rambling, aren’t I? I’ll shut up,” Tom rambles nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

Y/N giggles, “I’d love to get coffee with you, Tom. Thank you for the compliments, too.”

Tom sighed in relief, “Oh, great! Can I-Can I use your phone?”

Y/N nodded, a warm smile on her face.

happy valentine’s day

a/n: happy valentine’s day!!! i might write another imagine later on in the day if anything happens at my school. today will be a good day for fic inspo. share your favorite/most interesting valentine story at this link: click me!!! hope you guys enjoy this short fic

warnings: fluff

I lie in bed, snuggled into the muscular figure beside me. Looking up, I see the brown, fluffy curls draped over Tom’s forehead. Small snores came out of Tom slightly agape mouth. I giggled quietly, admiring his every feature — from his left eyebrow to his crooked nose to his small, pink lips.

Tom groaned, eyes fluttering open, “Morning, love.”

“Did I wake you? M’sorry,” I said, voice hoarse.

“Of course not. No need to be sorry, darling,” Tom brought his hand up to my face, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Our eyes met and I could feel Tom’s stare unveil all of my secrets. I blushed and pulled the covers over my head.

“Darling? Love? Come out,” Tom pleaded teasingly. I shook my head although he couldn’t see. “Don’t make me tickle you,” Tom threatened, fingers lingering over my blanket-clad stomach.

Without warning, Tom’s fingers attacked my stomach rapidly.

Gasping out for air, I squeezed out, “Stop, Tommy.”

My head popped out of the sheets and Tom stopped his harassment.

“There’s that beautiful face,” Tom smiled childishly.

I feel more blood rush into my cheeks and I feel like ducking under the covers once again, but this time, Tom prevented it. He pulled the sheets right off of us and placed me in his lap.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Tommy,” I say gently, playing with the soft, curly bundle on his head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, love,” Tom lightly pulled me down, placing a soft kiss to my forehead.

angel 👼

a/n: I didn’t expect this to be so long... wtf

warnings: a pinch of angst (barely any), fluff, kinda smutty but not really, strip clubs

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Harrison rushed into Tom’s room, “Mate, I just went to a strip club, and there’s a gorgeous stripper there. I heard she was one of the best lap dancers there. We have to go!”

Tom cringed at Haz’s mention of another women, “You know I’m dating Y/N, Haz. Hell, we’re practically married. I can’t do that.”

“I know Tom, but you just need to come. She’s the greatest performers, plus Y/N is out right now, doing who knows what.” Tom glares at his best mate, “Okay, fine. I get it, you don’t want to “cheat” on Y/N. Just come and watch. You deserve a day of relaxation anyways.”

“I can get a day of relaxation when Y/N comes back.” Tom says, not giving into Haz’s idea.

After a long conversation of convincing Tom, he finally gave in, but only on one condition: Y/N could never know about it.

Haz was ecstatic and practically dragged Tom to the club. Tom, on the other hand, felt a wash of guilt overflow him.

They entered the building, colorful lights flashing across the room. Many men heard hollering cat calls and whistling in admiration. This caught Tom’s attention. He looked over to the stage. There was a long pole and red light shining over it.

A girl, no a woman. Calling her a girl would be an insult. She is a full grown woman with an gorgeous looking body. There were curves in all the right places.

“Gorgeous, isn’t she? This is who I wanted to show you. They call her Angel.” Haz saw the look on Tom’s face: star struck.

The more Tom looked at Angel, the more he saw things that looked like features of Y/N. The beautiful curvature of her waist, y/s breasts, and y/s ass.

Tom walked closer to the stage, Haz trailing behind him. Many men watching were cut off by Tom and Haz had to apologize to them.

“Watch where your going, lad. Don’t wanna get kicked from this place,” Haz whined.

The red light hit an accessory on Angel’s neck making it shine. Tom got a quick glance and saw that it was the exact Cartier diamond necklace he bought Y/N on their third anniversary. He examined the rest of her, and sure enough, it was her.

“I’ll be right back, mate,” Tom says, waving Haz off.

Harrison raise a brow, but shrugs it off, too intoxicated in the strippers on him to care.

Tom found the manager and requested to have room with Angel.

“Can you have her blindfolded? I’ll pay extra,” Tom hands the manager an extra $200.

The manager nods enthusiastically, shocked at the amount of money he had just made.

Angel had gotten of the stage and quickly escorted to the room with the help of her manager.

She didn’t feel as comfortable with this client, seeing as she was blindfolded.

A calloused hand was placed on the small of her back, leading her to the silk bedsheets.

She attempts to sit up only to be pushed back down, getting a whiff of the client’s cologne. She knows this cologne. It’s the precise one she bought for Tom last Christmas, and Tom has been wearing it ever since.

“So, Angel, how long have you worked here for?” Tom asked, sitting on the wooden chair across the room.

She gulped at the sound of his voice. He wasn’t supposed to know that she worked here. Why did he even come to a strip club? There were many questions she had to ask.

“Angel?” He asked again.

“About a year,” she said quietly, not able to use her voice properly.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“Y-Yes.”

“Does he know about this job?” Angel shakes her head in denial, “How many times have you lap danced someone?”

“20 to 25 times.”

Then, silence.

Tom has gotten off the chair and made his way to her, pulling of the blindfold revealing himself.

“Hello, darling,” sourness seeped through his voice.

“T-Tommy,” she gave him an innocent smile.

“So, this is your job?” She nods in response, “Why this?”

“Because this was the only place that was hiring, so, yeah...” she looks away from his gaze, ashamed.

“Look, darling, you didn’t need to get a job, especially here. I have enough money for the both of us and you know that.”

“I know, but I want to be able to make money for myself. I don’t want people to think that I’m using you for money.”

“They won’t think tha-” Y/N cuts Tom off.

“Yes they will!” Y/N cries out.

“Okay, princess, fine. We’ll find you another job. But until then, you are quitting this job.”

“But-”

“Not buts. C’mon, let’s go.”

Tom lifted Y/N off the bed and they left the room. He brought her to the manager and told him she was quitting. Although the manager was disappointed, he gave her her money and let her go.

After that, Tom and Y/N went home to look for more jobs, but not before Tom punishing Y/N.

(They didn’t forget about Haz. They just left him there after they told him they were leaving. Haz was shocked to see who Angel was, though.)