Shitty Days

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."

part 2 for moonlight please ??

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happy new years 🥳

although it hasn’t been a year since I’ve started on tumblr, I just wanted to thank all of you for the amazing beginning of my tumblr account. a new year and decade, can’t wait to see what it unveils. happy new years, my loves 🖤

moonlight pt. 3

a/n: i almost forgot to update this, but someone reminded me of it. there will be a part 4. i want to end this on a happy note... maybe...

warnings: angst, squealing girls, literally nothing else

! previous part !

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King of Hell, Tom Holland, Brought Back A Mystery Girl To His Abode?!

Mystery Woman Caught Leaving Tom Holland’s Kingdom In The Early Morning!

Tom Holland Cheating On Girlfriend, Y/N? Are They Over?

I scrolled through the list of never-ending news articles, unsure of believing them. I knew how Tom was with women, so why wouldn’t he go to the pub and take a girl home?

The last time I saw Tom was 8 months and 3 days ago but who’s counting, the day I left him. In those 8 months, I started my own little café: La Vie Au-Dessus. It was Heaven themed, with pastel-coloured flowers and blue skies with touches of gold representing the sun. The seats in the café were floating and looked like clouds. The café was a safe haven for myself, so I spent the majority of my time there. 

I opened the café earlier today because I rarely slept long due to the heaving nightmares I’ve gotten ever since I came back to Hell. I was able to enjoy myself with a cappuccino and chocolate croissant while watching the sun reveal itself over the horizon. An array of colours burst throughout the sky, reminding me of the serenity of Heaven. 

A group of people spilt into the café, breaking my haze. 

“Have you heard? Apparently, Tom Holland is going to be here later!” A girl in the crowd said. 

“Tom’s going to be here soon!” Another girl said, causing the whole group to erupt in a fit of squeals.

Worry fills my mind. If these girls knew who Tom was, then would they know me? 

I quickly scramble out of my seat, keeping my head low as I walk to the back. The girls don’t seem to notice my presence and continue to swoon over Tom. They all take a seat near the windows, waiting for the man of their dreams to arrive.

I rested my forearms on the sink, trying to calm my heart rate. My heart beating rapidly, my breath hitches, and warm, wet droplets roll down my face. I hadn’t realized I was crying until now. I quickly wipe off the tears when I hear a girl come up to the counter. I brush my apron off and try to look decent, as if I wasn’t just crying.

“Good morning, how are you?” I asked, plastering on a fake smile.

“Good, can I get two espressos, two macchiatos, one flat white, one chocolate crepe cake, and two raspberry, rose, pistachio, and vanilla macarons? Thanks.” The girl said, constantly looking behind her to see if anyone entered the café.

“So you would like two macarons, two macchiatos, one flat white, one chocolate crepe cake, and two raspberry, rose, pistachio, and vanilla macarons?” I reassured. The girl nodded, “Would you like to buy a dozen macarons instead for only $30?” I recommended. 

“Is it cheaper?” She questioned.

“Yes, by $6,” I replied, “Would you like three of each macaron or would you like to add two other flavours?”

“Just give me three of each,” the girl hastily said.

“Alright, that’ll be $64.57, including tax. Will that be cash or credit?” The girl mumbles credit and pushes the card into my hand. After she paid, I quickly prepared the coffees for the girls.

My head was down, making the two macchiatos when I heard a breakout of squeals. I jumped in shock, steadying my hand to prevent the drink from spilling. Afraid to turn around, I stayed put, forgetting to breathe. 

“Oh my god, it’s Tom! Tom! Harrison! Can we get a picture with you?” The girls screamed.

“Of course, darling,” that voice: smooth like butter, filled with compassion.

I couldn’t help myself. After months of not seeing him or hearing his voice, something inside me snapped. I started to sob. I placed down the cups gently, speed walking into the ladies room. I let my tears flow freely until there were none left to shed. I looked into the mirror, noticing my swollen, red eyes. I turned on the faucet, washing off my face. Though I didn’t look any better, the tear stains on my face had disappeared. I walked out, restarting the now-cold macchiatos. 

“Excuse me, darling,” Tom said, my back still facing him, “if you aren’t too busy, may I order?”

Sucking in a deep breath, I gather up all courage left to turn around. “Of course,” my breath hitches when I saw the loose brown curls dangle over his forehead.

“Y/N?” Tom is speechless.

“Hi, Tommy,” I say nervously.

He grabs my hands for over the counter, locking eyes with me, “Can we talk? Alone?”

“I-I don’t kno-,” I stammered. 

“Please,” his voice sounds desperate.

“Fine,” he lets go of my hands, allowing me to lead him to the isolated hallway. As we stood there, he reconnected our hands, “What?”

“I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been doing? You look gorgeous, as always. God, I’ve missed you so much,” he exhaled.

“Why are you here?” I asked, remembering about the recent news articles.

“I didn’t know you worked here, I swear. Haz and I just wanted to visit this café,” Tom confessed.

“Actually, I own this café. Also, I know about your recent affairs. Don’t think I wouldn’t have noticed, it’s everywhere on the news,” I ripped my hands out of his. 

“I didn’t think you cared. I was drunk, I-I wasn’t thinking straight. Please, I’m sorry,” Tom pleaded.

“Maybe we really weren’t meant for each other. Maybe I was wrong. I can’t do this, not anymore. I held onto hope for so long,” tears pricked my eyes.

“No, no! Just give me one more chance. I promise I’ll do better this time. Please,” tears started to shed from his own eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, voice breaking. I pull away, leaving Tom in the hallway as I retreat to the back to let my fresh tears fall.

! next part (coming soon) !

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.