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.

admitting pt.1

a/n: this was so much longer than i planned it to be 1234 words... i’m gonna make a part two for this because i’m too tired to finish the of this fic right now it’s 2:30 am... ok enjoy

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: one bad word, lil’ pinch of angst not really, fluff, Tom falling in love

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As much as you hated Tom, your family were still friends with his. Your parents trusted Nikki and Dom with all their heart.

You and Tom never got along. Ever since you were children, you fought and annoyed one another to no extent. The reason was unknown to why you two acted this way.

Your parents were going out of town for their business trip and left you with the family they trusted most: the Hollands.

After hours on end, you finally agreed to stay over at theirs, hoping Tom wouldn’t be there due to his current fame.

“C’mon, Y/N, we’ve got to get going,” your mom called from the kitchen.

Groaning, you dragged yourself out of your room, “Fine.”

Your family lived right across the street from the Hollands, making the transfer easy and fast.

“Afternoon, Y/M/N,” Nikki said embracing my mother before looking at me, “Y/N, I haven’t seen you in such a long time,” it was true, you’d always avoided going to the Holland household, even if it were a stupid excuse. Admiring your figure, she commented, “You look so mature and gorgeous now.”

“Thank you,” you finally said, giving her a warm smile.

“Now, Y/N, you better behave, this isn’t your home. Don’t disobey their rules, okay?” Your mom gave you a stern look.

“Yeah, I know,” you said, crossing your arms.

“You better get going, Y/M/N. Wouldn’t want you to be late,” Nikki said realizing what the time was.

“Oh my, yes I should. Thank you so much for letting Y/N stay over,” she gave Nikki a final hug, “and you better behave,” she pointed a finger at me before giving me a kiss on my cheek and rushing back to the car.

“Thank you for letting me stay over, Mrs. Holland. It means a lot to me and my parents,” you were truly grateful for their generosity even though you hated their son.

“Oh, it’s no problem. Also, you can call me Nikki,” she winked, giggling. She then called down one of her sons, “Harry, come help Y/N to her room and carry her bag up the stairs, will you?”

She patted you on the back one last time before leaving you alone, standing awkwardly at the bottom of the staircase. Luckily, you didn’t have to stand there long, for the curly haired boy came down the stairs not long after.

“Harry,” you embraced the boy.

The two of you were friends being that you were in the same grade.

“Y/N/N, how are you doing?” Harry asked.

“Stop with the formalities, we literally saw each other yesterday,” you said playfully smacking his arm.

He chuckled, “Just trying to be my best. Now, let’s get you to your room.”

He grabbed your small, white suitcase and lugged it up the stairs, leading you to the room you’d be staying in for the next couple of days.

“Voila, welcome to your room,” he opened the door to the guest bedroom, revealing a well decorated, yet comforting room. “I’ll leave you to unpack. When you’re done, you can join Paddy and I in the living room. We’re going to be playing Super Smash Bros.”

“Definitely,” you smiled, taking up on his offer, “I won’t be long.”

Unpacking and getting the feel of the room took about 10 minutes. The view of the backyard was magnificent from this room. You could see the garden, fireplace, and pool from your window. The bed was queen-sized and tucked with a basic grey duvet. There were decorative lamps on the bedside tables, including a clock and other decorations.

You rushed down the stairs, remembering Harry’s offer. They were sitting on the couch, practically jumping when they made their attack. 

“Hey, Padster,” you said, ruffling his hair as you sat in the cream colored arm chair. 

“Hey, Y/N, wanna join?” He asked pausing the game, halting Harry’s attack.

“Hey!” Harry complained.

“Nah, I’ll let you finish this round against Harry,” you lightly declined.

“Alright,” Harry cheered, “no offense.”

You laughed, “None taken.”

After sitting in the seat and watching the two boys bicker over the game, you decided to get yourself a glass of water. 

“Hey, Y/N, are you enjoying your stay?” Nikki asked, seeing you enter the room.

“Of course, just feeling a bit parched,” you said, hoping she caught onto your desperation for water.

“Oh, yes. Here,” she handed you a bottle of water, letting you go back to the boys as soon as possible.

Just as you sat back into the seat, the door opened, revealing the brown, curly haired, muscular boy you despised. A warm smile spread across his face before meeting your eyes.

“Y/N?” Tom was shocked. 

He hadn’t seen you in 2 years. He left to go filming and would occasionally visit home, but he never saw you. He gawked at your newfound beauty. You were practically glowing. You had curves in all the right places and a beautiful complexion. 

“What’s up, Spideyboy,” you laughed at the teasing nickname.

“What are you doing here?” He had already shut the door behind him and sat himself in the seat next to yours. 

“Parents are on a business trip,” you answered nonchalantly.

“Oh,” his feeble attempt to start a conversation completely failing, seeing as you gave no thought to it.

Getting bored, you asked if you could play with Harry and Paddy, and they gladly accepted. You were rusty, but your skill was still good enough to destroy the two boys. They had even teamed up to go against you.

“Damn, Y/N/N, didn’t know you were that good at Smash Bros,” Harry sighed.

“Neither did I,” you laughed as the boys, except for Tom, joined in.

Tom was too busy admiring you. He noticed how you changed and matured, not just in looks, but in knowledge and age. He was feeling an attraction towards you and he wouldn’t admit it.

“Dinner time, kids,” Nikki called out from the kitchen.

You guys shut down the game and rushed into the dining room. The aroma lurked through the entire house and you inhaled it freely. The dinner smelled delicious.

You sat across from Harry, who sat next to Paddy, who sat across from Tom.

Just as you presumed, the dinner was scrumptious. You thanked Nikki and Dom for the wonderful meal and excused yourself, going to wash the dirty dishes you had used.

“No need to do that, darling,” Nikki’s voice appeared behind you, startling you a bit. “Go have fun with the boys, you’re our guest.”

You thanked her once again, escorting yourself to the patio, where the boys had relocated to look at the dazzling stars in the navy blue sky. They laid in a line, leaving a space in between Harry and Tom for you. 

“Come,” Harry said patting the space beside him, “it’s beautiful.”

You slipped down, laying with your arms under your head. They truly were beautiful. You could get lost staring into the vast sea of stars and planets. 

You faintly felt muscular arms scooping you off the grass and carrying you back into the warm comforts of the Holland home. You snuggled yourself into the hard chest of the person, feeling relaxed and sleep was slowly overcoming you. 

Tom gently placed you onto your bed, tucking you into the thick sheets of the bed, “Goodnight, Y/N,” he said gently, kissing your forehead gently before exiting the room.

! next part !

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

why

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.

late night cuddles

a/n: i just reached 400 followers! thank you so much! here’s a little gift for you guys. hope you enjoy and sleep tight

warnings: pure fluff, the smallest pinch of angst

pairing: roommate!bestfriend!tom x reader

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Tom heard your muffled shrieks and cries through the thin walls of your shared flat. He rushed out of his bed, quickly walking to your room. Slightly creaking the door open, he saw you fumbling around on the bed, still yelping. Tom allowed himself in, closing the door behind. When he approached your bed, he acknowledged the tears rolling down your rosy cheeks, making his heart ache.

“Y/N, darling,” Tom shook your shaking body, attempting to wake you, “wake up, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you let out a loud exhale, “Tommy?”

“It’s okay, love, I’m here. You’re safe,” his hand moved up to stroke your soft, yet tangled, hair.

You hummed in response, snuggling yourself into him. Tom placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, comforting you through your panic. You started to lull to sleep once again and you felt his movements falter. To your delight, he continued and started to quietly sing,

“I used to wanna be living like there’s only me,

but now I spend my time thinking ‘bout a way to get you off my mind.

I used to be so tough,

never really gave enough,

and then you caught my eye,

giving me a feeling of a lightning strike.”

Tom was too shy to sing in your presence, but you adored his voice. You surely were going to fall asleep in his arms, but you felt him shift underneath you, tucking you neatly in your heap of blankets. It replaced his warmth and you were already craving Tom’s scent and body heat. Desperately, you weakly called out, “Stay, please.”

“Alright, love,” Tom slid under the sheets, joining you once again.

Your head was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, tangling your legs around one another. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, bringing you into a deep slumber. 

Tom felt your movements minimize, realizing you had fallen asleep. 

“Love you,” he said, following you in your slumber.

admitting pt.2

a/n: bro, i dont know how i keep writing these long fics but i cant end this yet... so this turned into a series.,, please dont attack me lol... also i realize this isn’t rly like enemies, like at all... oops

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: straight up fluff, one sexual innuendo, Tom being the adorkable dorkous he is

! previous part !

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You awoke the next morning, not remembering how you got back to your room. Thinking back, you only remembered being carried by a pair of muscular arms. You reminded yourself to ask and thank whoever brought you back.

You were still in the clothes you wore the day before, so the first thing you did was take a warm shower. While you were in there, you mind wandered back to last night. Who had carried you back to your room? Was it Harry? Sure, Harry was muscular, but not that muscular. Could it’ve been Tom? No way. You felt yourself flush at the thought. 

You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off before putting on a black camisole top paired with high waisted, medium wash jeans. You added a brown, faux fur jacket to top it off. 

You could hear fumbling from the first floor of the home, so you assumed that some of the Hollands had already woken up. You decided to join and help them, being that you were already awake. 

“Morning,” you said gleefully, hopping down the stairs.

“Hey, what are you doing up so early?” The deep British voice rang through your ears.

Tom.

“I could say the same to you,” you threw back, admiring the defined biceps and back muscles.

“Touché,” Tom was walking around the kitchen, looking for certain ingredients. Having nothing to do, you offered, “Need any help? I’ve got nothing else to do.”

“Yeah, sure,” he said, finally turning to look at you. He looked dumbstruck. He was admiring your outfit, looking you up and down. Your curves were accentuated by the tight clothes you were wearing. He wanted to grab you by your waist and just kiss you. He shook his head, waving the thought away, telling himself to keep it together.

“So, what’re you making?” You asked, peeking at the cluster of ingredients behind him.

“Just waffles and eggs,” he said, breaking his gaze at you.

“Waffles? Why waffles? They’re literally just pancakes with muscles,” you giggled, “nobody likes to eat muscles, they like to eat the meat.”

Tom choked on his spit, coughing a bit. His ears turning a bright red and blood rushing down south.

“Oh my gosh! That’s not what I meant! Get your mind out of the gutter, you div,” this playful banter between you and Tom was new. You’ve never had a normal conversation with him. Usually, the two of you were ignoring or throwing insults at one another.

The two of you made breakfast together in peace, music softly played in the background. Neither one of you would admit to sneakily glancing at each other when you had the chance. 

“Good morning, Y/N/N. You wanna model for some of my pictures later? You can come along if you want, Tom,” Harry said, plopping onto the couch.

“Sure, sounds fun,” you answered, before snapping back, “now get your butt off the couch and come help. Even Tom, Tom, is doing some work!”

“Hey,” he chuckled, lightly nudging your arm. The reaction shocked you. He didn’t snap back like he usually would.

You heard Harry groaning in the living room before dragging himself into the kitchen to help the two of you.

“So, how many arguments have you two had today?” Harry whispered into your ear.

“Surprisingly, none. I have no idea why Tom’s being so nice to me now,” you whispered back.

“What are the two of you gossiping about? It better not be about me,” Tom said, breaking the silence.

“Heh, we would never,” Harry said, moving to grab 6 plates.

Breakfast goes by smoothly. Nikki had asked you a couple of questions, asking if you had started dating anyone or if you had a college in mind. Dom had told her to let you eat and to stop bugging you, though you told him it wasn’t any burden. After the meal, Harry dashed up the stairs to grab his camera.

“Let’s get going, Y/N. Tom, you coming?” Harry asked as he appeared from the stairs.

“Yeah, sure,” Tom blatantly replied.

“Good, you’re driving, then,” Harry tossed Tom’s car keys at him.

“Get ready for a long day, Y/N/N,” Harry cheered.

You giggled, hopping into the grey Audi R8. Harry sat in the front passenger seat, turning to face you for any opportunity of a photo. 

“Where we going,” Tom asked, selecting navigation on his car. 

“Anywhere with lots of trees and nature,” Harry said, all focus on you.

Tom backed out of the driveway, driving you to the unknown location. The light wind combined with the force of the moving car pushed your hair back. It was flowing freely in the wind and Harry took it as an invitation to take photos. You were watching the cars pass with a blur, admiring the beauty of Kingston. 

When you arrived at the destination, it was surrounded with nature. There were no parking spaces, only empty dirt patches. Tom chose a random space and parked the car there.

“It’s beautiful,” you said in awe.

“Wait ‘til we get in the forest,” Tom said, smirking, proud of the reaction he’d gotten from you.

Tom was right. From within the forest, it felt like an entirely different world. You roamed the space, stroking the bark of the trees, examining the variations of colors on the leaves. It wasn’t even autumn, yet these leaves were bursting different colors.

Harry was behind you, taking more pictures of you in your normal state. He let you look around for a bit before telling you to pose and take the pictures. The lighting was extraordinary, making your skin glow. None of the pictures Harry took did your natural beauty justice, but he could still sense the joy radiating off of you.

Tom, on the other hand, was standing off to the side, admiring your every angle. He couldn’t believe how attracted to you he had gotten. Within 2 years, he went from absolutely despising you to falling deeply in love with you.

A giggle fell from your plump, pink lips as you posed playfully. Tom couldn’t help but gush over you. Everything about you was perfect. 

The man was whipped and he wouldn’t admit it, not to himself or you.

! next part !

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