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missing him

a/n: i kinda cried while i wrote this, so hopefully you guys cry while you read this... i got the inspo from another fic i read on like wattpad, i think.. i hope it’s sad enough... enjoy the angst xx

warnings: mAJOR angst, one swear word, it’s actually kind of really sad, fluff at the end so...

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4 months. It has been 4 months since you last saw Tom. He left to film Cherry in Ohio, leaving you back at your shared home in London. At the beginning, Tom stayed in contact with you, calling everyday to tell you goodnight or how much he missed and loved you. Slowly, though, he began to call less and less to not at all. You didn’t blame him. He was filming a movie in which he starred in, after all, but it still negatively affected you.

After weeks of not getting any texts or calls from Tom, you finally received a text from him saying “soon.” You lit up. Tom was coming back, back to you. There’d be no more nights of your silent sobs and cuddling with his pillow.

But when was “soon?” Soon could mean one more month. It could also mean one week.

You checked your phone for any other notifications from Tom, but the single worded text was the only thing you received. No “I miss you” or “I love you” sent.

You shut off the light to your shared room, scurrying into the comfort of your bed. Placing your phone onto your bedside table, you closed your eyes, not in the mood to cry yourself to sleep that night. 

-

The door clicked open. You heard shuffling headed towards your room. Another click. His scent. It filled your senses and tears filled your closed eyes. You felt the bed dip under his weight, and he laid beside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. It smelled so real. It felt so real.

What a cruel dream, you sighed sadly to yourself.

You could feel every line of his abs and curves of his muscular arms. You could even feel the gentle kisses he was placing to your hair. Tears ran down your cheeks and a silent sob left your mouth. A warm finger wiped them away.

“Open your eyes, darling, I’m here,” his voice filled your ears. It sounded all too real. Your mind was playing a pitiless joke on you.

“You’re not here. You’re just a figment of my imagination. It’ll only hurt more if you open your eyes, Y/N,” you cried out loud.

Tom eyed you with pain. You looked so fragile, so weak, almost like an empty shell. You were holding onto the edge of a cliff, close to falling. He hated that he brought this pain upon you. He hated that he didn’t stay in contact with you as he promised.

“I’m real, love, I’m real. I’m right here. You can touch me. can’t you?” A pleading tone in his voice, hoping you’d open your eyes to see the truth.

“I wish he were here.” you sobbed, tears rapidly running down your face, “I miss you so much, Tommy, it’s so hard to be here without you,” you sniffled.

“But I am here, Y/N/N, you just need to open your eyes,” Tom’s eye began to water, hearing the pain in your voice.

You could still smell and feel him. You assumed you were cuddling with his pillow like always. His scent must’ve started this torture.

You tried to push the pillow away from you, still half asleep. The pillow wouldn’t budge, though. If anything, somehow the pillow was moving closer to you and gripping onto you.

“Please just open your eyes, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you heard his voice whimper.

Finally, your eyes fluttered open. You looked up, eyes locking with his new buzz-cut hair. Your eyes slowly trailed down, reaching his face. Your hand moved from its position to poke him on the cheek. The skin of the area dipped.

He was here. Right now. Back with you.

“T-Tommy,” you said breathlessly.

“I’m here, love, I’m here,” his eyes softened when he saw relief wash over your features.

You sobbed into his shoulder, “I missed you so much. I-I felt so alone for so long, but you’re here now.”

“I missed you, too. I’m so sorry, love, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. It’s all my fucking fault,” he groaned, frustrated with himself.

“It’s not your fault, Tommy. You didn’t know this would affect me like this. I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You didn’t overreact, my love, your reaction was perfectly understandable. I’m never leaving you here alone ever again, alright?” Tom said seriously.

You nodded, too busy breathing in his scent and relishing in the fact that he was back. For so long, you held onto his pillow, something that never satisfied your sleepless nights, but now, with Tom back, everything was as it should’ve been.

“You know I love you, right?” Tom’s groggy voice spoke into your hair.

“I do, and I love you, too.”

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for the best

a/n: depending on how this does, i will make a part 2 to it, so stick around... this is the first richkid au i’ve ever written and it doesn’t really feel much like it, more so like mob but not really... enjoy my lovelies xx

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2. “Close the door.”

12. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

15. “Watch me.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

48. “Walk out that door and we’re through.”

The Hollands hosted a weekly party on every Friday night, and you, being Tom’s girlfriend, always attended by his side. He spoiled you with piles and piles of luxuries, all to which you declined. You didn’t want to seem like a gold digger. Your family wasn’t as rich as the Hollands, but your family was in the upper-middle class. 

Tom always gave you a new dress to wear to the party, making excuses to convince you to accept it. Usually he would use money, but ever since you slapped some sense into him, he never touched his wallet around you unless it was to necessary. 

This week, he gave you a red satin dress with a deep v-neck and a cinched waist. The skirt flowed to the floor, a slit decorating the front. Although the dress looked like it would be a hassle to put on, it slipped onto you as easily as a glove. You wore nude heels and dangling diamonds earrings Tom had given you to tie the outfit together. You curled your hair to perfection and placed a section over your left shoulder.

“You ready, love?” Tom knocked on the door.

Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you added a light layer of setting spray over your bold makeup look and replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You heard the door click open, “Wow,” a soft voice spoke.

Turning around, your eyes met your lover’s dilating pupils. You blushed at his reaction and made your way over to him.

“So, lover boy, are we going or are you going to keep ogling me?” You asked seductively, gently grazing his chest as you walked past him.

“I can’t help it, love,” his voice was hoarse with lust, “you’re absolutely stunning.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I just know how to put the right pieces together, silly. Now, let’s crash this party!”

You swayed your hips as you walked over to the ballroom. The dress added a seductive effect, making Tom feel his pants tighten. He readjusted his tie and gulped, turning a faint red.

“Get a grip, Tommy,” you laughed at the hormonal boy, “you’ve got guests to entertain.”

He rushed to pull the door open for you, politely bowing and signaling for you to enter. Thanking him, you entered the room, gaining a few stares and glances from the guests. Tom walked in behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back, urging you forward.

“Oh,” Tom caught sight of his family, “I’ve gotta go, love. Stay safe, alright?”

“When am I not?” You smiled up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek before letting him walk away.

“Y/N L/N,” a voice spoke from behind you.

Your hair elegantly flowed as you turned to face the familiar voice, “Hazza?”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled.

“You’re so stupid,” you giggled.

“So, Tom left you all alone again?” He grabbed two champagne glasses of a passing waiter’s tray, handing a drink to you.

“He has to. Besides, it doesn’t bother me, especially since I know some people here, like you,” you smiled gently.

-

An hour passed and Tom was still going around and talking to the guests. This wasn’t the longest amount of time that he left. Luckily, Harrison was kind enough to stay with you the entire time.

You and Haz were in a conversation, talking about your golfing fails it was mostly Haz laughing at you. The sweet accented voice of your boyfriend lightly met your ears but what he had said was incoherent. That was until he moved closer.

“Welcome, Aurelia, darling. It’s been a while,” his voice cut off.

Harrison noticed your sudden change in mood. He looked around to see if there were any hints to the difference, and when he saw Tom kissing Aurelia’s hand, he realized why you were suddenly so cold.

Aurelia and Tom had a history. They were past lovers and initially arranged to get married, but you changed both the Hollands’ and Beaumonts’ plans. Aurelia grew to dislike you. In the Beaumonts’ standards, you weren’t rich enough to have any of their attention. Tom was truly in love with her, but you were something else. Tom would feel euphoria whenever he was with you. Aurelia thought that she and Tom were meant for each other, so she was absolutely heartbroken when she found out they wouldn’t be getting married.

“Tommy! Let’s have a drink. Just you and me, lover boy,” you cringed when you heard her call Tom the nickname you called him only hours ago.

“Alright,” his sultry voice responded.

You felt a twinge of betrayal hearing his response. You couldn’t help but be jealous of his past relationship with her. They were in love, accepted by all.

Tears pricked your eyes. You ruined their relationship selfishly to give yourself something that was never yours to take.

“Y/N,” Haz breathed pitifully, seeing your eyes gloss over.

Blinking away the tears, you plastered a fake smile onto your face, “It’s alright, Hazza,” you said with faux serenity. “Please excuse me.”

You made your way over to Tom and Aurelia, the fake smile still plastered across your face. They were laughing and enjoying themselves,

They really did look like the perfect couple.

“Pardon me, Aurelia,” you said quietly from behind the couple, “may I borrow Tom for a minute or two? I promise to return him as soon as I’m finished talking with him.”

Tom turned around to face you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Aurelia had a look of hatred and jealousy on her face when she saw you.

Faking a giggle, she kindly replied, “Of course. There’s no need to worry, I’ll be here waiting.”

You silently thanked her and dragged Tom to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, love?” Tom asked, looking concerned.

“Close the door,” you whispered.

“Alright, but we can’t do anything just yet. I still have more walking around to do tonight. Unless, do you want me to-” you raised a finger, silencing him.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, eyes avoiding Tom’s gaze.

“What? What are you sorry for?” He asked a panicked tone in his voice.

“You and Aurelia are made for each other,” you said, eyes locked to the floor.

“What? Aurelia? You’ve got it all wrong. We,” he signaled to the both of you, “We are made for each other. We’re soulmates.”

“No, we’re not! Aurelia is. I was being selfish, and I broke apart your perfect relationship,” tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Don’t. You have a future with her. I wouldn’t get you anywhere. Besides, you have a history with her,” you sulked, saying the last bit with a pang of jealousy.

“You’re still going on about that? Are you never going to let that go?” His voice rose with anger. 

“I won’t let it go because if it weren’t for me, you’d still be together today, wouldn’t you be? Hell, you’d probably married her by now. I’m right, aren’t I?” Your faux serenity began cracking.

He didn’t reply, now avoiding your gaze.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” Tears flew from your eyes.

“Y/N-” he tried.

“Stop avoiding the question! Just answer it,” you snapped.

He couldn’t look at you. You were right after all. He would probably be married to Aurelia now if it weren’t for you, but you were a blessing in disguise.

“Just as I thought,” you sighed, “I’ll return all of your gifts to me as soon as I can.”

“W-What do you mean?” He asked, fearing what you would say next.

“I’m leaving, Thomas. Enjoy your evening,” you reached towards the doorknob, but his hand gripped your wrist.

“Y/N, if you walk out of that door, we’re through,” Tom said, hoping you’d stay.

“Thank you for the memories, Thomas, but watch me.”

And with that, you ripped your arm from his grasp, leaving him to sulk alone in the bathroom.

It’s for the best.

you lied / forever and always | fluff ending

a/n: this is one ending that you can choose from, the other is angst... if you haven’t read ‘you lied,’ go check read it before you read this at the link below... enjoy xx

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, did i mention fluff?

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“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.

The pepper spray can fell from your grip, and your knees buckled, causing you to topple over. Tom caught you before you could hit the floor. You sobbed in his shoulder, murmuring inaudible words.

“I’m here for you, love, I always am,” he whispered, stroking your back.

“I’m sorry,” you cried.

“You shouldn’t be. If anything I should be the one apologizing,” he muttered into your hair.

A loud sob ripped from your lips once more, and Tom felt his heart painfully slowly breaking. He knew he deserved it, though.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, darling,” he pulled you out of the hug to allow your eyes to meet.

You blinked at him innocently, eyes red rimmed with tears slipping from the edges. With his the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the droplets before placing kisses on both your cheeks, traveling to your lips. You half-giggled and half-hiccuped at the gesture.

“Listen, love, please don’t be afraid or ashamed of me,” you nodded in response.

You sat for a moment, then softly laughed, “Who knew my soft boyfriend was a vicious mobster?”

He laughed with you, feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Suddenly, your laughter came to a halt.

“You lied to me, Tommy. Please don’t do it ever again,” you murmured, pouting at him with a seriousness in your tone.

“So, are you afraid of me?” He looked at you with his irresistible puppy dog eyes.

Placing your small hand to his face, you caressed his cheek, “I could never be afraid of you... well, maybe. You’re very scary after a night without cuddles or calls and when you don’t get your ‘big boy’ meals.”

“Am not,” he whined like a child.

“Am too,” you booped his nose.

The banter went on for minutes until Tom suggested that both of you get some rest. Not wanting him to leave, you grasped his arm tightly and yanked him into bed with you.

“Cuddles, pwease?” You whispered in a baby voice.

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Of course, bub.”

He held you close to his chest, breathing in your sent.

“You know that I love you, right?” He said, voice hoarse.

“Forever and always,” you muttered into his shirt. The two of you laid in silence for a while until you spoke up, “You know that I love you, right?” You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Forever and always, my love.”

the three words

a/n: hi! sorry for not updating recently... i haven’t been doing well mentally recently, so sorry for the inactivity... i’m trying my hardest to write but i can’t seem to find the inspiration, but luckily i forced myself to write this for you guys... i hope you are all doing well and enjoy this angsty fic xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst to fluff uwu, mentions of sex, swearing

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It all happened so quickly. You felt yourself on the edge of release when he said the three words you swore to never say to each other.

“I love you.”

Time stopped. He stopped thrusting into you, and you laid frozen underneath him. 

No, it’s not possible. He couldn’t love you. He can’t say that. Why would he say that? Only to hurt you more?

Truthfully, you had fallen for Tom a long time back but never confessed it to anyone. He was your best friend, your shoulder to lean on, your fuck buddy. 

“W-What?” You muttered, breaking the silence.

“I-I...” he was shaking above you, “I said nothing.” He pulled out of you, not giving you a second glance. “I should go.”

Without hesitance, Tom quickly slipped his clothes back over his glistening skin and left your flat, leaving you alone to grieve. You could hear the door click only a minute after he got off of you.

Tears slipped through your tightly shut eyes. Your breath hitched as you gasped for air. Sobs racked through your body. 

“Why?” You whispered to yourself. Gradually, your voice grew louder until you were shouting, “Why? Why? Why? Why?!” Calming down, you laid limp in bed, naked, “How could you do that to me, Tommy. I love you. How could you play with my feelings like that?”

-

Tom wasn’t taking the situation well either. On the drive back to his flat, his thoughts were filled with the broken look on your face when he had said those three words. He practically saw the light drain from your eyes.

You were a naturally cheerful person. Whenever someone felt down, you were always there to show them the bright side of things. Anybody could rely on you to make their day better. It was on the rarest of rare occasions would you ever cry and look down.

Seeing the pain, sadness, and anger on your face felt like a stab at his heart. Out of all people, he was the one to hurt you the most.

-

“Oh, Tommy,” you ran into Tom’s arms, palms digging into your eye-sockets. “How could I’ve been such an idiot? All of you were right! He was fooling me to impress another girl! I was just a pawn in his game,” you cried, arms wrapping around Tom’s torso to pull him close.

“Y/N/N, you are not an idiot. He’s the idiot for using you. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. If he can’t see how precious you are, then he doesn’t deserve to see you at all.

Who cares about this other girl anyways? She couldn’t possibly be as amazing as you are. Besides, who is this girl? Stop crying. You’re wasting your tears on two idiots,” Tom spoke harshly, but his eyes gleamed with affection.

“I’ve never seen or met the girl before, but I know what she looks like. She’s actually very pretty. I wouldn’t stand a chance against her, after all, she’s the embodiment of perfection. I’m- I’m avera-” Tom cut you off.

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence. You are not average! She is not the embodiment of perfection because you are! Can’t you see? You are ten times the person than she is,” he softly smiled at you.

“Thank you, Tommy. Thank you for being here for me. You always know how to cheer me up,” your arms remained wrapped around hiss muscular torso.

“Always. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Do you promise to never hurt me, no matter what?” You looked right into his chocolate brown eyes, searching for honesty.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

-

“I can’t leave her now. She needs my support, no matter what. I said I’ll always be there for her, so I will keep to that promise,” Tom said to himself, turning the car around.

He sped back, hoping you didn’t hate him now. He couldn’t get the thought of you hurting out of his mind, which encouraged him to not bail on his new idea.

As soon as he saw the entrance to your flat, he unbuckled his seatbelt before parking randomly. He ran towards your door and banged on the door. Now, he could only wait and hope for a response.

-

You heard a loud pounding on your door and jumped.

Who could be knocking at your door this late at night?

The pounding was consistent. You had a feeling they wouldn’t be giving up anytime soon, so you grabbed your small can of pepper spray and headed towards the entrance of your home.

“Who is it?” You asked, peaking through every nook and cranny for clues.

“Who do you think?” The familiar English accent filled your ears.

“Go away,” tears resurfaced in your eyes.

“No. You need me right now, I’m not going to leave you until you open this door and I see you are fine,” he demanded.

You hesitated for a moment, hand resting on the door knob, “F-Fine, but you are leaving right after that.”

“Let’s let fate unravel itself. Open this door, now,” he muttered the beginning to himself.

Groaning, you pulled the door open, pepper spray still in hand in case it was a creepy stalker. Luckily, it was actually Tom. His brown curls was a mop on his head with stray hairs sticking out of his hairdo. 

As soon as your eyes met his, tears rolled down your cheeks.

-

The moonlight was reflected by your tears. Tom noticed the tears and pulled you into him. 

“Get off! I’m fine,” you sobbed into his shirt.

It hurt him to see you lying to him even though you were obviously in pain. You always trusted him. And he always trusted you.

If only he could take back those three horrid words. Oh, how one phrase can ruin it all.

“I’m fine. Let go of me,” you sniffled, fists banging into his chest.

“Stop, I know you’re not fine. I hurt you, and I’m sorry,” he sighed, holding you even closer.

-

He lied to you. He broke his promise.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

And now, he’s broken another promise.

“I promise I’ll never say those three words to you, unless as a joke.”

You weren’t hurting because he broke this promise, though. You were hurting because he said it as a joke. In such an intimate moment, he chose to say those words half-heartedly to you.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t handle him toying around with your unannounced feelings.

-

“You know I love you, right? Not as the goofy little girl I met back in kindergarten or as my long time best friend but as a partner. I love you, and I’ve loved you for a while now. I know I’m breaking our rules, but I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve fallen for you,” Tom confessed into your hair.

The tears in your eyes reduced. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You what?” You asked in disbelief.

“I love you, Y/N M/N L/N, from the very bottom of my heart.”

“I-I love you, too, Tommy,” you were looking up at him now, “I’ve been in love with you ever since we were in year 8 at school.”

“If this is a dream,” he leaned his forehead on yours, “I never want it to end.”

“It’s not a dream, Tom,” you lifted your chin and inched your lips towards his.

Gently, your lips attached. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and one his hands caressed your cheek while the other rested on the small of your back. This kiss was different from any you shared from before. This was passionate and filled with love, unlike the others: rough and full of lust.

You pulled away, gasping for air, “Why did we have that arrangement in the first place?”

“I did it because I thought it was the closest I would ever get to a relationship with you,” Tom blushed, laughing nervously.

“Funnily enough, I’m pretty sure that’s why I agreed, too,” you giggled.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you, love. I should be keeping you out of harms way instead of being the harm. Please forgive me,” he begged, pouting his lips and shining his bright, wide eyes at you.

“How could I say no to that adorable face?” You bopped the tip of his nose, “I really do forgive you, though.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, “You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”