Moonlight Pt. 3

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

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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) !

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Hey, if you're still taking requests I'd like to request a mob!tom x reader with maybe kinda smut, like wait I'll explain. So how about maybe paddy breaking something (he's maybe a bit younger than he is now) And tom sees the broken object and is like really really mad and he demands a confession from his brother. But the twins didn't do it and paddy is slightly terrified, so the reader (Tom's fiance) is like 'sorry my fault' bc she doesn't like seeing paddy in trouble. 1/2

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request: Hey, if you’re still taking requests I’d like to request a mob!tom x reader with maybe kinda smut, like wait I’ll explain. So how about maybe paddy breaking something (he’s maybe a bit younger than he is now) And tom sees the broken object and is like really really mad and he demands a confession from his brother. But the twins didn’t do it and paddy is slightly terrified, so the reader (Tom’s fiance) is like ‘sorry my fault’ bc she doesn’t like seeing paddy in trouble. And Tom’s just like go upstairs and he ‘punishes’ her (like the smut doesn’t has to be written out) and paddy is like so terrified like “what is he doing to her, why is she screaming?” and later when the reader and tom come back, paddy is apologising and admitting he broke the object, but Tom’s like yeah I know neither of you two can lie to me. Thank you if you wanna write it, but it’s alright if you don’t ^^

a/n: oh sheesh, this is the tea… i’ll try my best to write a kind of steamy scene (?) hope this is what you wanted. ok, enjoy 🖤

warnings: cursing, angst, fluff, a lil bit of smut, kinks (spanking)

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It was a normal afternoon in London, rainy and gloomy weathered. The Holland brothers were home alone without parental supervision, so Tom invited Y/N over while Paddy and the twins decided to play tag… indoors. 

Everything was going smoothly: Tom was upstairs, going over some papers, Y/N went downstairs to get a cup of tea for Tom and herself, and the twins and Paddy were still playing tag. 

As Y/N was heading towards the stairs, she heard a loud crash. She dashed over to the sound, eyes widening at the scene ahead of her. Nikki’s favourite vase was scattered all over the cool floor. Y/N set the teacup onto the table the vase was once set on and reached down to help Paddy up. She started to dust him off, checking for any injuries, luckily finding none. There was one less thing to worry about now, but two more things: Nikki and Tom. Tom was supposed to be keeping everything in order while Nikki and Dom were gone. 

Heavy thumps could be heard from the stairway. 

“What was that?” The voice boomed.

Fear seemed to overtake everyone in the room, including Y/N. Paddy gulped loudly, obviously shaking, but Y/N helped control it. The twins hid behind the counter, hoping that they wouldn’t get caught.

“I said, what was tha-,” Tom entered the room, looking at the pile of glass and the table that held the vase.

“Bloody hell, what did you guys do?” Tom shook his head, rubbing his temples, “Who did it?” No one responded, only looking down in shame. “Who did it?” Tom was red, his voice louder than necessary.

Paddy was shaking to the point that Y/N couldn’t conceal it anymore.

“I did it,” Y/N said. “I’m sorry. I sat the tea onto the table to stretch and when I went to grab it again, I knocked the vase over.” Her head was hung low, acting on point.

Tom doesn’t seem to calm down but tells Paddy and the hiding twins to go into the living room.

“Go upstairs,” Tom said, voice dark and filled with lust.

Still keeping her head down, she sulks her way up the stairs and into his bedroom. She sits on the edge of the bed, fiddling with her fingers. Y/N is scared to see what he’ll do, but she already has a good idea of what’ll come.

Tom slams the door open, closing it behind him, “Strip.”

Y/N follows his command, pulling her top off of her and sliding her tight jeans off.

Just as she is about to take off her bra, Tom says, “No, I want to do that. Now come here and lay on my lap, stomach down.”

Tom brings his rough, large hands down on her plump ass, gaining a squeal from her.

“Count,” he says, voice stern.

Slap, “O-One.”

Slap,”T-Two.”

Slap, “Three!”

He gently strokes her red ass, then gives it another rough slap, making her scream at the sudden impact.

Downstairs, Paddy asked Harry, “Is Y/N okay? Why is she screaming? What is he doing to her?”

Harry chuckles, “Don’t worry, you know how much Tom loves her. She’s going to be fine.”

Paddy relaxes at the reassurance, but can’t help but feel guilty for making Y/N take the blame.

Hours later, when the sun started to set, Tom and Y/N finally left the room, joining Paddy and the twins in the living room. 

“I broke the vase, I’m sorry.” Paddy blurted out, wanting to get it over with.

Tom chuckles, “Yeah, I know. Neither of you can lie to me.”

“So you just wanted to get it?” Sam winked, causing Y/N to blush furiously, hiding in Tom’s chest.

Tom joins Sam and Harry’s laughing fit while Paddy sat there, confused.

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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.