Can U Pls Do A Tom Imagine With Prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48

Can u pls do a tom imagine with prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48

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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

pairing: richkid!tom x reader

warnings: a pinch of fluff in the beginning, AnGsT, heartbreak, );

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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.

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fractured trust and broken friendships

a/n: this was supposed to be posted last night, but I accidentally fell asleep... luckily i was almost done... thank you to @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh for being so active and giving me motivation to continue ♡ hope you guys enjoy this angsty fic!

pairing: bestfriend!tom x reader

warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! panic attack, mentions of sex, swearing, tom’s a jerk in this one, a pinch of fluff if you count it as really

italics are your thoughts and in between the “-“ is a flashbacks

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92. “I was a bet?”

93. “I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

You rushed to your first class of the day, maneuvering your way through the empty halls. You'd woken up late due to your alarm not sounding, so you only had less than 10 minutes to get ready and make it to school on time. Unfortunately for you, you lived on your own without any source of transportation except for the pair of legs attached to your body. You ended up running to school with a heavy backpack painfully slapping against your back with each step.

You slowed to a fast walk, recognizing the corner you turned everyday to get to class. A voice sounded from the corner.

“So, did you do it, Tommy?” A high-pitched voice asked.

You wondered who would’ve ditched class with the name “Tommy.”

“Yeah, mate, or were you too pussy to?” A male’s voice sounded.

You knew it was wrong to listen in, but you were unintentionally listening.

“The only pussy here is you, Williams,” a familiar voice responded, “and yes, I did do it. It was easier than I thought. Now, pay up.”

That voice. It sounded too familiar. It couldn’t be...

“Can’t believe you actually got Y/N to fuck you,” another voice laughed.

The mention of your name made you sick. Someone bet on you? It wasn’t possible, though. You were a virgin only until recently. Your best friend, Tom, had taken it from you last week.

No. It can’t be him.

“I was shocked, too. She was practically jumping to get with me,” the voice chuckled, growing louder. 

You realized that they were rounding the corner, and your anxiety spiked. You felt your chest tightening, and you felt lightheaded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stumbled backward, reaching for support. Any support. 

Slow breath in, slow breath out. You chanted to yourself.

You could hear the loud, rapid thumps in your chest. You gasped for air, slamming against the lockers, creating an echo of metal. 

“What the fuck was that?” The voice was muffled by your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

You tried to stand, but your body collapsed beneath you. This was one of your worst episodes.

“Y/N,” a panicked voice shouted.

You felt a warm presence envelop you.

“Y/N, listen to my voice. Slow breathes,” you could feel something rising and descending against your arm, and you followed the pattern.

Gradually, you regained control over your emotions and actions. You looked up to see who helped you, and it was just the man you were dreading to see. He looked down at you with a warm smile and welcoming eyes. You snapped your eyes shut and composed yourself.

Reopening your eyes, you pushed Tom away and dizzily stood up. He looked at you the way he always would when you were together: with compassion and empathy.

“Are you okay? That was one of the worst attacks I’ve ever seen you have,” he spoke gently.

“I was a bet?” You wanted to ask, but nothing sounded.

His voice rang in your ears. It brought back memories of the night you shared together.

-

“Are you sure you want this?” Tom asked, voice raspy.

“Yes, please, Tommy,” you panted.

He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You winced, sharply inhaling.

“Are you okay?” He paused, mindful that it was your first time.

“Mhm, just need time to get used to it,” you replied, breathing deeply.

-

“I-I’m fine,” you backed away from him and his friends, feeling manipulated.

“Are you sure? You’re shaking,” he stepped forward, reaching an arm towards you.

“Stop,” you yelped, slapping his arm away, “Don’t touch me,” you hissed through grit teeth.

“Y-Y/N/N?” He asked, brows furrowing.

“I need to get to class, so if you’ll excuse me,” you said, picking up your backpack.

You pushed past the girl beside Tom. She wore a yellow gingham, spaghetti strapped crop top paired with light washed, belted paper-bag shorts.

How she didn’t get dress-coded, you’ll never know, nor did you care.

She scoffed and held her shoulder in offense.

“Tommy, she hit me,” the girl whined.

You rolled your eyes and walked off, trying your best to ignore the snickers from Tom’s other friends.

As you turned to corner, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you. Assuming it was a teacher, you plastered a fake smile onto your face and made a liable excuse, but when you turned around, you came face to face more like face to chest with your “best friend.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked, confusion etched on his features.

“Nothing,” you took a deep breath, trying to keep your temper in check.

“I know something’s wrong, so tell me,” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders with his hands.

“Let go of me,” you ripped away from his hold.

You were fuming. How dare he act like he wasn’t just laughing about taking your virginity and, not to mention, making money from it, as well.

“What the he-” he began.

“You! You’re the problem,” he looked at you as if you had slapped him across the face which you wish you did. “I overheard you and your friends earlier. You think it’s funny to play girls like that? Even worse, you have the guts to take her virginity, too? Unlike you, I’d like my first time to be special and not paid for,” you spat.

You turned to walk away when you felt a sudden surge of confidence shoot through you.

“You know what, Thomas? You are a pussy. You’re weak enough to let your reputation get to you and strip away one of your friends. If I knew that you were this egotistical manipulator sooner, I would’ve abandoned you years ago.”

You saw a flash of hurt in his teary eyes.

“Fucking grow up. We’re going to college soon, not kindergarten. I can’t believe I was such a fool. I let you use me. 

“I thought I could trust you, Tom. You were my best friend, my partner in crime. You were supposed to be beside me until the end. I trusted you with my life.

“I let you be my first because I thought- I thought... Nevermind. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”

“Y/N/N, I-” he frowned.

“I don’t want to hear it. This is the end of our friendship, so don’t talk to me ever again,” and with that, you turned your back towards him and walked away, leaving him to regret ever considering the bet.

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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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Summer Vacation

Anonymous asked:

heyyyyy, if you are taking smutty requests could you do one where Toms family and the readers family are really close and go on holiday together but Tom and the reader hate each other. Throughout the holiday the keep teasing each other just to take the piss but eventually it gets too much for them, then their families go out but they don’t go and it’s becomes too much and they f*ck😏 and then after they are kissing and their families come home and think finally(im a sucker for enemies to lovers)

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Tom Holland x Reader (Smut with plot) Warnings: cursing, anger, kitchen sex, enemies-to-lovers, harsh teasing (non-sexual), dom!Tom, and oral sex (female receiving) Word Count: 4.7k

When you learned your family booked their annual summer vacation with the Hollands, you complained. The son, Tom Holland, also known as that one fucking asshole who threw sand in your eyes as a kid, was the main reason of your complaint. Since the day he threw sand in your eyes, the two of you despised each other, always jabbing each other with mean insults or shady comments. He was the reason you absolutely fucking hated vacations with your family.

He always called you “cow-girl” because of the unfortunate incident of a cow stepping on your foot during one of the vacations. You always hated when he would call you that, especially around other groups of people, other than your families. It caught on during elementary school, and you were teased the rest of the year because of it. On the other hand, you started calling him “poop-boy” after he tripped and slipped right into the cow poop after that same cow stepped on your foot.

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