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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.

what do you want to eat

a/n: if you sent in a request and i haven’t written it yet, i’m so sorry, i’ll try to get it done... this writers block is ruining my vibe,,, also, thanks so much for 500 followers i love you all so much, thank you for the support ( ˘ ³˘)♥

warnings: slight sexual implications, fluff, tom is a tired bastard

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Although you and Tom were only friends, the two of you lived together and occasionally slept together. They had denied their feelings for one another, afraid of ruining their friendship. Everyone knew that they had feelings for each other, but no matter what they said, neither you or Tom believed them. 

With the quarantine, you and Tom were able to spend more time together than ever. You guys got even closer, if even possible. You guys had even thought of making a move on the other one, but shoved the idea away. It would be awkward living with someone who rejected you. 

The day had started normally, with you prepping lunch.

“Yo, Tommy! What do you wanna eat for lunch?” You asked, yelling at the curly brunette. 

“You,” he simply said, yawning.

He was still fazed by sleep, rubbing his eyes as he walked into the kitchen. His grey sweatpants were loosely dangling on his hips, revealing the band of his Calvin Klein trousers. 

“W-What?” Blood rushed into your cheeks and you felt a heat rush through your body.

“Hm?” Tom asked innocently.

“You just said- um- what?” Your voice raised to a squeak, feeling flustered.

He thought back to what he said and realized what your question was, “Oh my god, that’s not what I meant! I heard you incorrectly, I thought you were asking who was making lunch. I was just so tired and I wasn’t fully awake. I’m so sorry, darling.”

“No, it’s okay. I get it you were tired, but seriously, what do you want from lunch,” you deadpanned.

A slight grin returned to his lips, “I mean, I wouldn’t mind if you were my lun-,” your hand reached up and smacked his arm, “hey!” He laughed.

“Shut up, you div,” you were sure your face was red now.

He chuckled, “Alright, just surprise me,” he winked.

“Div,” you shouted as he walked away, swaying his hips from side to side.

“Your div,” he corrected.

You giggled, not denying it. 

The two of you were whipped. That was for sure.

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.

Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

cruel envy v.1

a/n: i had a couple different ideas for this, but this is my final product... hopefully this is what you imagined it to be, i gave it a fluffy ending soooo... enjoy xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’you’)

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of her, and when he heard about her date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw her as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of them to be fucking. 

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of her holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

She stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in her doorway. He hadn’t said a word to her yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head. 

“What’s up, Tom?” The girl asked, concerned for her frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding her gaze.

“Sure,” she stood to the side, allowing him to step in. She closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” her eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” Y/N softly smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, she had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since her first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” She was shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” her face turning red as she screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving her to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” she said the word repulsively. The Y/H/C girl never liked to demean any other females, but she was furious. He never cared and neither did she, so why start now? Then, something hit her, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” She, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” she pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed her hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down her face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by her fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated her words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed her wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” her voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?” 

“Yes, I am,” she ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, walking to her room to make herself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything she just said to him. She still loved him, but she was going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that Y/N still loved him and she’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. She’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard her yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door. 

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit her figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to her hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Her black heels gave her an inch or two of height. In one of her neatly manicured hands, she held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” she grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between Harrison and Y/N, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

cruel envy v.2

request: Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

a/n: because the first version of this flopped, i decided to change the point of view so it’s ‘you’ instead of her... hopefully that’s the change that’ll make this successful because i worked on this for like an afternoon or something :(

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’her’)

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of you, and when he heard about your date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw you as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of you to be fucking.

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of you holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

You stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in your doorway. He hadn’t said a word to you yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head.

“What’s up, Tom?” You asked, concerned for your frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding your gaze.

“Sure,” you stood to the side, allowing him to step in. You closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” your eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” you softly smiled, a blush rising on your cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, you had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since your first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” You were shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” your face turning red as you screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving you to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” you said the word repulsively. You never liked to demean any other females, but you were furious. He never cared and neither did you, so why start now? Then, something hit you, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” You, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” you pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed your hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down your face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by your fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated your words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed your wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” your voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?”

“Yes, I am,” you ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” you flicked your hair over your shoulder, walking to your room to make yourself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything you just said to him. You still loved him, but you were going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that you still loved him and you’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. You’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard you yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door.

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit your figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to your hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Your black heels gave you an inch or two of height. In one of your neatly manicured hands, you held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” you grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between you and Harrison, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” you giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

i was wondering if you can do a tom x reader where they are dating but no one knows yet until Harrison, the twins, Tuwaine all have their suspicions so they planned to flirt and throw compliments at her during dinner time together to get a reaction out of Tom and he gets super jealous and upset during the whole thing until he finally snaps?

their suspicions

a/n: i finally posted after such a long time omg... sorry for going on a short hiatus, just been stressed recently,,, anyways, i’m trying to work on the requests before i start anything new... also! i want to create/start an actual permanent taglist so if you want to be added to it, comment on this post or send to my inbox or use this: google forms for you to input for users! enjoy jealous!tom xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: jealous tom, fluff, flirtatious harrison

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You and Tom began dating in November of 2019. Before that, the two of you were close friends, stuck at each other’s sides all day and night.

Tom wanted to keep the relationship a secret from everyone, including his best friends and family.

At the beginning, no one noticed the change. Your closeness from before hadn’t changed as much, at least when you were around others. When the two of you were alone, you would have intimate moments together, giving each other chaste to passionate kisses and holding each other close. Cuddling was an exception, seeing as you already cuddled before you became a couple.

It wasn’t until quarantine that people began to notice a difference between you and Tom.

“Where’s Tom? He was supposed to help us make dinner,” Harrison asked, standing shirtless in the backyard while taking off his boxing gloves.

“He isn’t much help, though. Besides, we’ve got Sam,” Harry shrugged.

Sam laughed and patted Harry’s shoulder, “Thanks, mate.”

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Tuwaine stepped outside of the house, looking around the backyard.

“No, what’s up?” Harry’s brows furrowed.

“She promised she would help me choose a movie for tonight,” Tuwaine frowned.

“Isn’t it strange that they’re both missing? This isn’t the first time, too,” Harrison said suspiciously, crossing his arms.

“Maybe they’re just hanging out. They are friends, you know,” Sam said while scrubbing the grill.

“I don’t know. They’re getting a little too friendly,” Harrison squinted at Tom’s window.

Tuwaine, Harry, and Harrison had newly risen suspicions while Sam stayed mutual. Sam didn’t want to invade either of your privacies. Although he always sensed a connection between the two of you, he never pushed your relationship any further than friends. If the two of you wanted to date, then you’d make the decision on your own.

-

You were cuddled in Tom’s arms, still hazy with sleep. You must’ve fallen asleep while watching a movie with him.

“Darling, you gotta get up,” his hoarse voice whispered from behind you.

“Mm, no. I don’t wanna,” you whined, eyes remaining shut.

“But you gotta. The boys’ll notice if we’re missing for too long,” he placed soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You tilted your head to give him easier access to your skin, “Let them, I don’t care anymore.”

“Darling,” he pulled away from you. He slid out from under the covers and off the bed. He walked over to the other side of the bed where you laid and sat beside your limp body. “Get up or I’ll tickle you,” he threatened. You laid under the duvet, ignoring the man hovering you. He threw the duvet off of your body and slid his hands into your shirt. His fingers began attacking your sides.

Laughs broke out of your pink lips, “St-Stop it, Tommy.”

“Then get up, princess,” he continued his assault.

“F-Fine, ju-just,” you gasped for air, “stop,” you squealed loudly.

“Alright, love,” he pulled his hands out of your shirt, smiling at your squirming figure.

“You’re mean,” you frowned at him, flipping over to get more rest.

“Y/N! You have to get up or I will carry you downstairs,” Tom said sternly.

You hummed, cuddling with yourself.

You felt his hands firmly grasp your waist, and a moment later, you were over his shoulder. You squealed and slapped his back, demanding him to put you down.

“Nope, I told you I would carry you down if you didn’t cooperate,” he lightly smacked your ass.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! Put me down this instant,” you said strictly.

He ignored you and carried you all the way down the stairs. Finally, he placed you on your feet and pushed you towards the backdoor. You glared daggers at him, flipping him off before stepping out of the house. He chuckled behind you.

“Y/N! I was looking for you! You promised you would choose out a movie with me to watch,” Tuwaine exclaimed as soon as he saw you. “What happened to your hair?” 

You heard snickering from behind you and saw Tom, Harrison, and Harry smirking at each other. 

If only looks could kill, you thought.

“I’ll be right back. Tom wouldn’t let me sleep and carried me here, thus the mess on my head,” you said, not truly knowing how bad you looked.

You walked back into the house, still able to hear Tom’s terribly hidden chuckles.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you freaked out. You hair was practically a nest on your head. All your clothes were wrinkled, and your mascara was smeared over your eyelids and eye bags. 

You decided that taking a shower was most efficient way to fix your predicament. 

-

“So, Tom, what were you and Y/N doing earlier?” Harrison smugly.

“Oh, we were watching a movie,” Tom shrugged nervously.

“Just a movie?” Harry’s voice arose.

“Well, we did fall asleep...”

Harry and Haz winked at each other and whispered, “Sleeping.”

They heard the door slide open and close, following the quiet steps from your flats.

“Damn, Y/N/N, what’re you dressing up for?” Tuwaine chuckled.

“Dress up? This is my casual outfit,” you smiled at your friend.

“Casual for a date night,” he added, then gasped, “Are you going on a date tonight?”

All of the boys, including Tom, looked at you.

“What? No,” you laughed, flustered, “I’m staying with you guys tonight. Bros over hoes, am I right?”

‘So that means you’re single, right?” Harrison spoke up.

Tom’s gaze snapped over to face his best mate.

“Y-Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You laughed nervously.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look, whether you look like a mess or not,” the blonde moved closer to you.

“Thanks, Hazza,” you blushed, replying awkwardly.

Harry and Tuwaine eyed Harrison confusingly. Harrison winked at them, and they smirked at each other in realization. 

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight, though you look breathtaking all the time,” Tuwaine intervened.

“Maybe I should take you out tonight,” Harry grinned at you, “After all, you are single, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, I am.”

Tom ears were tinted with a bright red. 

“Leave the girl alone, guys,” Sam finally said, attention still on the food on the grill.

“Buzzkill,” Harrison sang.

Harry and Tuwaine laughed.

“You can sit by me tonight, if you want that is,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he walked by.

You felt extremely hot and embarrassed. Your cheeks were surely as red as Tom’s ears. 

-

Sam had finished making the meal, so you had to choose a seat.

“Y/N, come sit here,” Harry patted the seat beside you.

“No, Y/N/N, come sit with me,” Tuwaine smiled warmly.

“Ignore those divs. The space on my lap is lonely, you should come give it some love,” Harrison smirked.

The comment made your pink once more, and you hid behind Tom. Tom was shaking with fury and jealousy.

“She’ll be sitting beside me,” Tom said sharply.

You shyly sat beside your boyfriend, gaze glued to the floor.

“So, Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” Harrison began, “We’ve known each other for a while now, and I’ve always felt this connection between us. I was wondering if you wanted more in our relationship.”

Sam audibly sighed but continued to eat his meal.

Your eyes widened. You only ever saw Harrison as a brother, just like Harry, Sam, and Tuwaine.

“I- um...” you began, only to be cut off by the brunette beside you.

“No, she doesn’t,” Tom growled.

You felt his hand grip your thigh, and his lips attached to yours. He passionately kissed you, biting your bottom lip for entrance. You gently pushed him away, embarrassed at his display of affection.

“Ha! What did we tell you Sam! They are dating after all,” Harry cheered happily.

“What?” Tom asked cluelessly.

“They thought that you guys were acting suspicious, so they came up with this “plan.” I told them otherwise because, unlike them, I respect your privacy,” Sam glared at the other boys.

“We’re his best mates though, why wouldn’t he tell us?” Harry whined to his twin.

“Ask him,” Sam shrugged.

“We wanted to keep it a secret from everyone to avoid drama. You know how the press gets,” Tom sighed.

“Besides, we liked the secrecy and privacy we had, but it feels relieving now that you guys know,” you spoke after a while, finally calmed down from the situation.

“Sorry for the flirting, just trying to get results,” Haz chuckled.

Tom glared at his best mate.

“Once you divs get a girlfriend, you’ll understand why they did what they did,” Sam said slyly.

Harry, Haz, and Tuwaine yelped at the smirking twin with anger.

the three words

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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.”

Hi, i love your other writings on Tom Holland, could i request 92 & 93 from the prompt list please? 💌

fractured trust and broken friendships

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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.