19, 20 And 27 From Your Prompt List Please. Oh My God Im So Excited I Love Your Writing And I Cant Wait

19, 20 and 27 from your prompt list please. Oh my god I’m so excited I love your writing and I can’t wait to see what you do with these, only if you’re comfortable of course. Love you 💕💕.

15 months, wasted

a/n: this is such a great combo!! i enjoyed writing this very much, hopefully you enjoyed reading it,,, love you too xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: infidelity (cheating), angst, fluff, harrison supports your ship with tom

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19. “You’re trembling.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

27. “You could have died.”

You happily skipped into your flat, holding a few bags in your hand. You had gone out to buy more clothes to expand to your style, but you had also gone to buy some new lingerie to surprise James, your boyfriend. 

“James, babe? I’m back,” you hollered, looking around the empty flat. You heard sounds coming from your shared bedroom. It sounded like a female moaning. Worriedly, you headed up the stairs that led to your room, “James?”

You pushed the door open, and to your horror, James was pinning another woman down to the bed. She was gasping and moaning while he pounded into her. By the looks of her state, they’ve been at it for a while.

“James?” Your voice barely a whisper.

His head snapped at the sound of your bags dropping to the ground. Tears gathered in your eyes, and you looked like you were going to be sick. 

“Y/N, I-I can explain,” he pulled out of the flustered girl underneath him, rushing over to you.

Like your feet had a mind of its own, it carried you to move fast and far from the naked figure.

“Y/N, stop,” he yelled after you, trying to grab you, barely missing your arm. He huffed, “Please, let me talk.”

You looked at his hand on your arm and ripped it out of his grasp, “No, you don’t get to talk! I should be the one talking.” Sighing, you fixed your composure, “How long? How long have you been with that - that,” you groaned not knowing what to call her. True, she did sleep with your boyfriend, but she probably didn’t know, and you didn’t want to slut shame another woman. “That girl,” you chose.

He stayed silent, looking everywhere but you. The blonde had even come out of the room, confused to your relation with him. She stayed silent, though, knowing that the two of you were talking about a serious topic.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” You yelled, faltering his helpless stance. Still, to your displeasure, he hadn’t said a word. Getting frustrated, you yelled, “Answer me, you coward!”

“9 months, alright,” he whined like a child.

“That’s great. That’s just perfect. Splendid! Amazing! Fucking stellar,” you felt like you were going insane. 15 months of your relationship down the drain, though, he was only honest with you for 6 months.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl finally spoke, “I didn’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t have slept with him.”

I gave the girl an apologetic look, for I wasn’t mad at her, I was made at the cheater I called a boyfriend.

“I’m leaving,” you pushed James to the side, racing to your car. You could hear him calling after you, but didn’t dare to leave the flat in his birthday suit.

Once you were in the protection of your car, you broke down, letting your tears flow freely. You couldn’t believe that you wasted 1 year and 3 months on that bimbo. Everyone had warned you about him, yet you believed none of them. The fault was on you.

You started the car, eyes still clouded with your tears, but you didn’t care. You needed to get as far as possible from this place. You already knew where and who you were going to go to.

You banged your fist on the scarlet red door. You were still sobbing and you eyes were shining with tears.

“Bloody hell, what the fu-,” Tom opened the door, annoyed at the persistent knocking. He saw your red, tear-filled eyes and worry washed over him, “Darling, what happened? Who did this to you?” He embraced you, letting you sob into his sweatshirt. He felt your body shaking in his hold, and whispered, “You’re trembling.”

He pulled you from his chest, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. You stepped into his house and plopped onto his couch. 

Harrison was sat on a cream leather counter stool at the bar table. He glanced at you and then to Tom. The look in his eyes were enough to expose what he was thinking. Tom simply shrugged and approached you.

He stroked your arm, “Darling, you’ve got to tell me what happened if you want me to help you.”

“James,” you hiccuped, “he ch-cheated on me.”

“That bastard did what?” Tom was absolutely furious. He knew of James’ reputation, but he wouldn’t let himself think so lowly of your boyfriend so lowly, well now ex-boyfriend. Tom sat beside you, letting you collapse in his lap. “How’d you get here?” He asked while stroking your y/h/c locks.

“Drove,” you said, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous question.

“You drove here? Y/N, that’s a 20 to 30 minute drive,” Tom sat you back up, gripping your shoulders.

“Yeah, I know, I drove here,” you replied, rolling your eyes once again.

“While you were crying?” You nodded, “That’s fucking dangerous! If you weren’t paying attention, you could’ve crashed and killed someone!” 

“Well, I didn’t, Tom. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m still in one piece,” you snapped back.

“You could have died,” he replied softly. You looked at your lap, fiddling with your hands, which he grabbed, “I’m here for you, always. Next time, call me, though, I hope there’s no next time.”

You smiled, “Alright, Tommy. I’m tired from all that crying I did, can you hold me while I sleep?”

His heart warmed, “Of course, love, anything for you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. 

Tom wrapped his big, muscular arms around your waist, laying the two of you into a comfortable position. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, and Tom followed not long after. 

Harrison watched the entire interaction from his seat. What the two of you couldn’t see was that you were perfect for each other. He had quietly gotten out of his seat and grabbed a blanket, tucking the two of you in it.

Harrison couldn’t help but smile at his two best friends holding each other.

If you feel comfortable with writing It. a holland sister when she think she might be pregnant? her and brad did sleep together. you can decide If It’s negative or positive.

it’s longer than expected but definitely a good request... thank you for sending it in!!!

here’s the fic: pregnant

hey guys, so I don’t know what direction I want to put moonlight in, so if you have any suggestions or ideas for me, you can comment or send in a submission. for now, I’m putting moonlight on hiatus until I have an idea of what I want to do with it. enjoy your day 🥳 and stay safe

hiii :)) so maybe a tom x reader based on the song lover of mine by 5sos ??? thank you!!!!

Lover Of Mine

a/n: i hope you enjoy it! i tried my best to interpret the lyrics, so hopefully i got most of it right... also, this is a frat!tom fic because it fit really well. italics mean flashback

pairing: frat!tom x reader

warnings: one derogatory word, angst, fluff

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Tom’s kaleidoscope mind kept getting in the way of everything in his life, except for one thing, you. You were the only thing he got right out of all he’s done in college. 

Recently, you and Tom had gotten into a tiff. It was over his partying habits. Of course you knew he was a frat boy, but he was constantly getting drunk and his friends resulted in calling you late at night to pick him up. Another was that he let any slut grind in his lap or touch him inappropriately. He found what you said completely ridiculous, saying that you were just jealous or that you knew what you were getting into when you decided to date him. The next thing he knew was with the roll of your eyes, you were gone. 

Tom had slowly started changing, improving himself for you. He hoped the spark of your relationship was still there, for you were the best thing that ever happened to him. 

Tom stared as you danced around in the living room, feeling yourself. You were flipping your hair over your shoulders, raising your arms in the air, swaying your body to the beat. You had even asked for Tom to join you.

“Please, Tommy? For me?” You gave him your pouty face.

He just chuckled and walked over, grabbing your waist. It was playful and formal. He towered over you, admiring the sparkle in your eyes and the happiness practically radiating of your body. 

Tom had lost himself to the sight of you.

You had shared all your deep, dark secrets with him, letting down your walls, showing your vulnerability. 

“You can trust me, darling. I will always be here for you,” Tom stroked your hair with a calloused hand.

Tom had been walking on campus when he saw your silky hair shining in the sunlight. You were beaming. Giggles fell from your mouth as you talked with your friends. 

Erratically, he rushed over to you, asking if he could talk with you alone. You agreed, still mad at him, but the love you had for him was still there, weakening you.

“Darling, I’m so sorry. I’ve changed, I swear. Please forgive me for my past regrets and mistakes. I’ll do better this time, just take me back,” Tom begged, holding your hands in his,  he gripped tightly as to hold you for as long as he could.

Seeing the desperation and honesty in his eyes, you forgave him, “Fine, but one more chance. That’s it.”

His small, pink lips rose, “You won’t regret it, lover of mine,” you flushed at the nickname.

Tom knew you were destined to be together, and this time, he wouldn’t mess it up. He swore to himself that he’ll never give you away, for he already made that mistake.

trick shot fail

a/n: I’m so sorry I haven’t posted for the past two? three? days, I’ve been having a writers block, so I just wrote this quick blurb,,, I hope you enjoy

warnings: one curse word, trick shots in the house don’t do at home kids, tom being a clutz, fluff

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You were snuggled on couch in a mountain of blankets, rewatching the classic Disney movies. Tom, on the other hand, was practicing trick shots.

Recently, he and the boys had been obsessed with them, and honestly, they were pretty good at it. Well, except for Tom. As much as he practiced and out effort into the tricks, he would always mess up. On rare occasions, he would get it, but the chances were slim, very, very slim.

“I, I can be everything you need, if you’re the one for me, like gravity, I’ll be unstoppable...” you sang along with the song, Hero.

Starstruck was your favorite classic Disney movie. You loved the plot, the climax, and, most importantly, the songs. If you were being honest, the movie was underrated.

“Woo,” you heard Tom cheer from behind you.

“Tom, I swear if you’re doing trick shots in the house, I-,” you were cut off when a round, solid object bounced on your head.

You turned to see Tom’s shocked facial expression, “Shit, shit, shit. I’m so sorry, darling,” he started to grab your head, touching around it to see if you were okay, “let me get you an ice pack.”

“I told you not to do trick shots in the house. See what happened?” You glared at Tom, who was rushing around the kitchen, grabbing you your ice and a chocolate bar to make you feel better and not hate him.

“Yeah, I know, darling. I just got carried away,” he kissed the tip of your nose, icing your head, “it’ll never happen again, I promise.”

“Good,” you lightly pecked him on the lips, “now, watch Starstruck with me.”

“Anything for you, princess,” Tom wrapped his arm around you, letting you cuddle and lean into him.

Can you do a fic where the reader just watch the Steven Universe finale and Tom is comforting them?

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a/n: sorry this is super short. i’ve never watched steven universe so i did tros because i’ve watched that many, many times. 

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Y/N was sniffling gently, tears rolling down her face. She had just finished watching Star Wars: The Rise Of Skywalker for the third time, and she still couldn’t believe they killed off Ben. 

“Darling?” Tom asked, rushing into the room.

“Why?” Y/N sulked, dramatically spreading her limbs on the bed.

Tom chuckled, noticing the end credits of Star Wars rolling on the screen of her laptop, “Did you watch The Rise Of Skywalker again?”

“Yeah! How could they do something so evil? He was a good man! He saved Rey from death. Death!” She cried.

Tom snuggled into bed beside her, holding her in his arms. Her whining was muffled by his chest, and she began to calm down. 

“He’s just a character, love,” Tom whispered into Y/N’s hair.

“Ben is not just a character! He’s a man of good. His whole life was filled of pain and betrayal until he met Rey. Rey had turned him back and they killed him!” She kept complaining.

“I know, I’ve been in that position before, but-” Tom was cut off by another outburst.

“His last line was ‘ow!’” She shouted into his chest.

Chuckling once again, Tom continued to stroke her hair, cuddling her to sleep.