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moonlight

warnings: cursing, angst (y’know some heartbreak), insults, slight fluff (super tiny)

pairing: koh!tom x reader

a/n: legit tried to make fluff but hardcore failed... oops... anyways this is a koh!tom imagine, couldn’t find any koh imagines like this so i made a crappy one... okay, enjoy... also, there will be like a second part to this but i need to work on it :)

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Tom will always remember her as the shooting star, for she shone brightly in the night sky, but slowly faded away.

I strut into the crowded room, swaying my ivory satin dress lightly. The dim lights of the room highlight my H/C hair, which I propped onto my right shoulder. My pure white wings spread out, showing off the full volume of the feathers. Everybody’s gaze turns to face me, yet I’m not fazed by it.

As I approach the brunette, I see two girls, who are practically sitting on his lap, flirting with him.

“Tom,” I clear my throat as I stand beside his seat in the booth.

His chocolate brown eyes look over at me and his thin, pink lips turn up, “Hello, darling. I didn’t think you’d be coming.”

I raise my brow, disappointed, “Neither did I, but I think it’s better if I got going.” I sniffle, “Goodnight, and have fun.”

As I scurry away, I can hear the sluts with Tom say, “Did she actually think she’d look good in that dress? She’s way too fat to look good in something like that. Maybe she should go on a diet. She has no boobs or ass, she just flat, like a rectangle. No curves, bitch!”

Tom didn’t even try to defend me, and then the tears came. I walk out onto the balcony and stare at the night sky. Stars were twinkling and the moon shone brightly. I tried so hard to get Tom’s attention tonight, but nothing seems to be working. He hasn’t acknowledged me, his own fucking girlfriend, in weeks, but sluts he sees at parties do. I’m so fucking over this shit. He obviously wants to break it off, but he’s just too much of a bitch to do it. I can’t, and won’t, stand up for this anymore. I’m breaking it off, tonight.

Recollecting all the strength and courage I have, I walk back into the room, shoving anyone who got in my way.

“Tom!” I yell out, catching his attention.

He smirks, “Yes, princess.”

“We’re done. I’m cutting our ties.” I say sternly.

Tom’s face is the complete opposite of mine, “Princess, you can’t do that. You have nowhere to go. You need me.”

I scoff, “I don’t need you, I can live on my own, I have been for a while now.”

“Haven’t you been living in the castle, my castle?” He snaps back.

“Yes, but I know where I can go, where I belong.”

This set Tom off, “You mean heaven?” I nod, “Darling, you know they don’t accept you anymore, after all, you are dating the king of hell.”

“Not anymore.” I state, confidence running through my veins, “And frankly, I don’t care if they throw me into a dungeon and torture me. I’d rather be there than be here with you.” Tom flinches in shock and I smirk at my small victory, “Now, I’m leaving.”

He tries to reach out for my arm, but quickly, I dodge his grab. I start pushing people out of my way while trying to block Tom from getting to me. I hear his yelps for me to stop, the pain in his voice struck me in the heart. My heart is telling me to turn around and jump into his arms, but I remind myself of the constant isolation I had to live through.

Buried in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Tom yell, “Stop her!”

A hoard of guards grab my arms and hold me from running away. I try and fight my way out of their grip, but they’re too strong for my small figure to take on. Tears blur my vision and I scream, scream at the top of my lungs.

“Let go of me! Get the fuck off!”

“Darling, stop,” Tom’s velvety voice rings through my ears. “Let go of her, but don’t let her leave.”

I feel my feet touch the ground and instinctively, I try to run. The guards were surrounding Tom and me, acting as a shield preventing my escape.

“Darling, princess, please just listen to me,” he grabbed my shoulders, preventing me from shaking.

“Don’t call me that! Stop it! Let go of me! I hate you!” I scream out.

He seems to be shaken by my words, but he doesn’t let go, “Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry, princess.”

I try to scream, but my voice is lost, so I shake rapidly. He tries to talk to me, but I cover my ears. Tom lets go of my shoulders, trying to pry my hands off of my ears.

Tired of fighting, I give up, “Please,” I squeak out, “just let me go.”

My tears continuously roll down my warm, pink cheeks. I’m shaking in anger and sadness.

I grip my hair, pulling at the roots, “Darling, please, please don’t do that,” Tom grabs my hands with one hand and strokes my hair with the other.

He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style back into the castle. I can hear the indistinct chatter of the party as we walk through the long corridors, bringing back all the memories. I try to scramble out of his arms, but his grip only tightened.

“Don’t,” Tom mumbles.

As we enter our bedroom, I feel a sudden warmth comfort me. He lightly places me on our silky bed. He then continues on to strip me, but I stop him.

“No,” I whisper.

He gets the message and tucks me under the covers.

“Go to sleep, darling. I’m going to disband the party. I love you, princess, don’t forget that.” Tom says before leaving me alone in the vast room.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing my white angel dress and putting it on. I make my way to the balcony, admiring hell one last time before preparing my wings for the journey I will pursue on the flight back to heaven.

“Y/N, princess,” I hear Tom’s voice emerge from the bedroom.

He sees me standing on the railing of the balcony and rushes over to me. I look back at him, the moonlight reflecting off of my shining skin as I say one last goodbye to the man I once loved.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I love you.” I smile, a tear slipping from my eye.

“Darling, no!” He reaches out to grab my leg, unsuccessful in the attempt. “Fuck!” I can hear Tom’s loud voice as I glide up into the midnight blue ether.

I fly off into the clear night sky of hell, my white attire and wings glowing in the moon’s light. I soar up and into the blinding white and gold clouds of heaven.

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T O M    H O L L A N D

B L U R B S / O N E - S H O T S

karma ☼ | tom makes a joke that doesn’t end in his favour

i don’t even know you anymore ✧ | your relationship with tom goes downhill, but will fate reignite this love?

insecure ✧ | self-consciousness can be a bitch sometimes, and when tom comes home, it has to act out

i didn’t do it ✧ ☼ ☆ | tom is left to supervise the Holland household, but something goes wrong

slurp ☼ | tom gets slurped

holiday friendliness ☼ | you are enjoying your day when you literally bump into tom (tom x male!reader)

english terms ☼ | tom uses english terminology during your family dinner, leaving you and your family confused

blessing ☼ ☆ | y/n gets locked out of the house naked and a perverted tom just happens to be there

mystery skater ☼ | tom is awestruck by a gorgeous mystery woman at the rink

dominance ☼ | y/n gets caught recording tom singing and tries to get her phone back

falling ✧ ☼ | tom goes through a harsh breakup with y/n and everything’s going downhill

sex playlist ☼ ☆ | y/n finds out about a little secret tom kept from her

the clouds ☼ | tom admires y/n in her peaceful state

shitty days ✧ ☼ | y/n isn’t feeling herself for a few days. all goes wrong for her

protective ✧ ☼ | y/n is tom’s sister and in a relationship with a clout chaser

late night cuddles ☼ | y/n has a nightmare and tommy is there to help her... with cuddles

why ☼ | tom comforts y/n through her the rise of skywalker depression 

pregnant ✧ ☼ | y/n holland has a pregnancy scare

quarantine ☼ | self-isolation with tommy boy

lover of mine ✧ ☼ | frat!tom took his relationship with y/n for granted, but can he fix it?

this is awkward ☼ ☆ | tom and y/n get caught mid-love making

trick shot fail ☼ | tom accidentally hurts y/n while practicing trick shots

cake ☼ | tom loves cakes, especially y/n’s

what do you want to eat ☼ | tom has a slight slip up and doesn’t realize he said he wanted to eat y/n

my fault ✧ ☼ | mob!tom leaves y/n alone at a party unprotected and she encounters a problem

15 months, wasted ✧ ☼ | y/n is cheated on by her former partner and goes to tom for comfort

i won’t say i’m in love ☼ | y/n learns to accept her feelings for tom after being heartbroken by another

man child ☼ | soft moments with y/n and soft!mob!child!tom

pillow talk ☼ | tom and y/n can’t sleep

cruel envy v.1 v.2 ✧ ☼ | fwb!tom fell in love with y/n even though it was against the rules *two different pov: ‘her’ and ‘you’* 

during conferences ☆ | mob!tom getting naughty during his meetings

irreplaceable ✧ ☼ | y/n accidentally break something of mob!tom’s and becomes worried that he’ll be mad at her

at peace ✧ | as a contract killer, y/n is trained to a high extent but what if it all goes wrong and her life comes crashing down

plank over me ☼ ☆ | y/n has an idea for tom and her to attempt but it takes a steamy turn *mild smut*

sweaty tease ☼ | after a hot day gardening, y/n needs to shower but tom wants cuddles

birthday sex ☆ | y/n surprises thomas with some morning birthday sex

taken for granted ✧ ☼ | y/n hears mob!tom talking about her behind her back and feels betrayed / hurt

in each other’s arms ☼ | y/n and tom were enemies ever since childhood. they get locked in a room together with no way out. cold and late at night, they have nothing to do but sleep

you lied angst ending fluff ending ✧ ☼ | mob!tom is kindest person y/n has ever met, but when it comes to tom’s job, he’s ruthless. y/n doesn’t know this, though. tom tried to prevent her from ever knowing, but one day... *alternate endings*

oral lesson ☆ | y/n leads tom through oral sex

missing him  ✧ | tom left to film cherry for 4 months and hasn’t contacted y/n, his girlfriend, since. she doesn’t react well to this *eventual fluff*

stay away from me ✧ | mob!tom’s horny ass takes any chance of a good fuck, sadly, it isn’t with you  

the worst of you ✧ | “give me the worst of you ‘cause i’ll want you anyway” in which you are in a toxic relationship with frat!tom

their suspicions ☼ | harry, haz, and tuwaine begin to notice a change between you and tom, so they come up with a plan. make tom jealous

the three words ✧ ☼ | fwb!tom let’s the three forbidden words i love you slip out in his state of euphoria and hurts his best friend, y/n

for the best ✧ | richkid!tom had a past relationship with a girl he was in love with. the love was mutual, but you came in a broke them apart. you begin to notice your faults and put tom ahead of you, although tom may not agree with this decision

cocky head ☆ | y/n and frat!tom are shoved in a closet together when tom “second head” needs release

fractured trust and broken friendships ✧ | to keep up his reputation, tom manipulates y/n, his best friend. one day, she runs late to school and overhears tom boasting about it *panic attack warning*

a stupid mistake ✧ ☼ | “This wasn’t an argument between to lovers anymore; it was an interrogation between a surprised victim and the devil.” mob!tom 

failed surprises ✧ ☼ | left alone for days, waiting for her mobster boyfriend to come back from his “business trip,” y/n loses contact with tom and worry overpowers her logic

skin ‘n teeth ☆ ✧ | “bite me” mob!tom x brat!reader

exam motivation drabble ☼ | there isn’t really a story to this. really, it’s, hopefully, a motivator for students, whatever age, to work hard in school and life. i hope this helps you destress and find your comfortable environment to study in. *destress blurb* 

two-for-one reward ☆ ☼ | hard work always pays off, and the reward always varies mob!tom 

her hidden crystal tears ✧ | keeping a relationship under covers isn’t an easy feat. when a popular, successful jock of a college, who has many obsessive fans, dates an average student, they decide that it’s better to keep their relationship secret due to safety reasons, but when the jock starts to become more ignorant of how their s/o is feeling, what might happen to their barely stable relationship? jock!tom 

let them flow ✧ ☼ | after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity? (alt. ending to her hidden crystal tears) jock!tom

bilateral contracts ☆ ✧ | a relationship turned contract… or has the relationship always been a contract? no longer does it matter, just kiss and make break up koh!tom

M U L T I - C H A P T E R

stay with me, please pt.1 pt.2 ✧ | tom doesn’t know his girlfriend had depression ever since she was a child, until one day something goes terribly wrong *suicide warning*

moonlight pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 ✧ | the king of hell ignores his significant other for weeks and is caught flirting with other girls, how will y/n react? *indefinite hiatus*

admitting pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 ☼ | enemies to lovers!tom falls for the girl that he despises and that despises him, but he won’t admit it, to himself or her *hiatus*

laundry day pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ ☆ | y/n has a shitty day and goes to the library in very skimpy clothes because it’s laundry day *eventual smut*

is this seat taken pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ ☆ | y/n is just trying to enjoy her art class, but frat!tom has to come and ruin it *eventual smut*

cheesy spoilers pt.1 pt.2  ☼ | tom can’t help it when he spoils things, so spoiling his valentine’s gift isn’t a surprise

nothing can go wrong teaser pt.1 ✧ ☼ ☆ | “i have a proposition to make. get your tutor to fall in love with you.” *eventual smut* frat!fuckboy!tom x tutor!reader

the right decision pt.1 pt.2 ✧ | you and tom grew up together but always as enemies — nothing more, nothing less. as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature. you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally. which will you choose? prince!tom x princess!reader

her blood-stained bodysuit pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ | all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react? mob!tom x assassin!reader

I N C O R R E C T   Q U O T E S

jar of cookies ☆ | dirty joke 

ho ho, the mistletoe ☼ | tom being a shy baby 

blindfolds ☼ ☆ | y/n and tom being a kinky couple

sex is like math ☆ | math, but sexual

i want to be more ☼ | tom’s proposal

graduation reward ☆ | reward for graduating

P E T E R    P A R K E R

B L U R B S / O N E - S H O T S

getting to your head ☼ | y/n gets called a slut and peter’s there to comfort her

I N C O R R E C T   Q U O T E S

thicc bih ☼ | anthony stark and stephen strange concerned for their son

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moonlight pt.2

a/n: you guys asked and i finally delivered. sorry if it’s really shitty... im still very emotional after tros (the rise of skywalker) goodnight tho, it’s late and school starts again tomorrow. love you guys 

warnings: angst at the end, thas it

pairing: koh!tom x reader

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Just as I thought, heaven locked me up in the cells. They torture me daily, beating me and plucking my wings. Those once glimmering feathers became dull and a light shade of grey, blood scattered on my wings.

The heaving sound of the grand gates echoes throughout the prison. After all the pain I endured, I didn’t have the strength to lift my head. That is until a familiar scent tickled my crooked nose.

As I raise my head, I meet the warm, brown eyes of the man I once, and still, love. Shock and confusion fill my limp body.

A guard comes forward with a key in his hands, unlocking the bar door. He then approaches me and unlocks the cuffs holding me up, setting me free. With the remaining strength in my body, I drag myself out of the cold cell. Tom grabs onto me, supporting me out of the prison. As much as I want to pull away and run, I can’t, my body isn’t able to function properly without a sickening pain.

Tom and the guard negotiate for a while, and Tom hands the guard a bag of gold. Tom carries me bridal style and starts to flap his black wings, bringing us into the glistening, midnight blue sky. I admire and take in the beauty of the environment, having not seen it in months.

“Don’t worry, darling, you’re free now. You’ll get to see the stars whenever you want.” Tom finally speaks after rescuing me from the cells.

A light hum comes out of my mouth as I slowly drift off into a peaceful sleep for the first time in a while.

A bright beam of light blinds me as I open my eyes. I feel around to realize I’m laying in the familiar silk sheets of the bed I once slept in. I sit up, stretching my arms and wings, only to feel a sharp pain hit my back. I yelp out in pain, falling back onto the mattress. Tom bursts through the doors, hurrying to my side.

“Darling, you’re awake. Don’t move, you’re badly injured. They gave you some harsh punishments.” He looks down ashamed, “It’s all my fault.” I stare at his vulnerable state and feel a sting of empathy in my chest, “Uh, the doctors are heading over to tape you up, so just stay here.”

“Where else am I supposed to go?” I ask with slight sarcasm.

He chuckles, “Right…”

The doctors come in and they do as Tom said. According to them, I’m in decent condition to go out, but I can’t do anything crazy.

I’m ecstatic when I step out of the stuffy hospital, but I realize I’m back in hell… with Tom. I shake my head and shove the thought to the back of my head.

I run to the best café in hell, Hell Carte. I’ve been to this place so many times, the employees already remember my order like the back of their hand.

I sit on the bay window seat, snuggling into the dusty grey pillows. I stare out at dead trees, branches barely clinging onto the bark peeled trunk. The dark silhouettes of children running around in the park stood out as the sun started to set. I couldn’t help but sigh in relief as I realize how hell was my heaven. Although there were some downers, it was better than heaven. No pristine or rules of how to be in this world, just yourself and your imagination.

“Here you are, darling, a chocolate croissant and black tea. Enjoy,” Carla, the owner of the café and mother-figure of mine, said as she placed the tray onto the small stand beside my seat.

“Thank you, Carla,” I smiled warmly.

I looked at the platter holding the crispy croissant filled with dark chocolate ganache, topped with a mint leaf, and then to the cup of tea beside the porcelain bell creamer filled with milk and sugar cube filled, glass bowl.

I enjoy my tea and croissant for the rest of the evening, relaxing at the comfort of the silence and warmth of the café. Tom hasn’t tried to contact me at all since the hospital. It did make me worry and feel hurt for a bit, but I decided to ignore it and let myself enjoy my “day off.”

Usually, I don’t react to the ringing bell when the café door opens, but something about this particular one made me turn and look.

It was Tom.

“Love! Oh, thank goodness, I was getting worried,” he quickly walked over to me, pulling me into a tight hug.

“You could’ve just called or texted me,” I state, my voice muffled by Tom’s chest.

“I did, like hundreds of times, but you didn’t answer,” Tom says frustrated.

“Oh, I guess my phone was off this entire time,” I start as Tom chuckles.

“I’m just glad you’re okay. I don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d lost you for good,” he sighs as he places a soft kiss on your head.

Standing here, hugging Tom, I remember something I truly missed: this Tom, my Tom. The soft Tom that cared about me too much and would do anything for me. The moments we shared together, ones that we cherished, ones that we regret, will forever be engraved in our memories. We shared a bond that was unbreakable unless either of us had decided to. We love each other, but that love was betrayed by Tom. He stopped caring, stopped being there. Now, one question was left: does he love me?

“If you love something or someone, let them go. If it was meant to be, they’ll come back to you,” I whisper to Tom.

“I c-can’t let you go, not again. Please, darling,” Tom cries.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I love you, but I have to go. If we are meant to be, we’ll meet again, so don’t worry,” I smile at him while letting go of him.

“Please don’t,” Tom whimpers as I pull away from his grip.

“It won’t be permanent, I promise,” I give him one last kiss on the cheek and walk out of the café, never looking back.

If you love something, let it go. If it was meant to be, it’ll come back to you.

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moonlight pt. 3

a/n: i almost forgot to update this, but someone reminded me of it. there will be a part 4. i want to end this on a happy note... maybe...

warnings: angst, squealing girls, literally nothing else

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King of Hell, Tom Holland, Brought Back A Mystery Girl To His Abode?!

Mystery Woman Caught Leaving Tom Holland’s Kingdom In The Early Morning!

Tom Holland Cheating On Girlfriend, Y/N? Are They Over?

I scrolled through the list of never-ending news articles, unsure of believing them. I knew how Tom was with women, so why wouldn’t he go to the pub and take a girl home?

The last time I saw Tom was 8 months and 3 days ago but who’s counting, the day I left him. In those 8 months, I started my own little café: La Vie Au-Dessus. It was Heaven themed, with pastel-coloured flowers and blue skies with touches of gold representing the sun. The seats in the café were floating and looked like clouds. The café was a safe haven for myself, so I spent the majority of my time there. 

I opened the café earlier today because I rarely slept long due to the heaving nightmares I’ve gotten ever since I came back to Hell. I was able to enjoy myself with a cappuccino and chocolate croissant while watching the sun reveal itself over the horizon. An array of colours burst throughout the sky, reminding me of the serenity of Heaven. 

A group of people spilt into the café, breaking my haze. 

“Have you heard? Apparently, Tom Holland is going to be here later!” A girl in the crowd said. 

“Tom’s going to be here soon!” Another girl said, causing the whole group to erupt in a fit of squeals.

Worry fills my mind. If these girls knew who Tom was, then would they know me? 

I quickly scramble out of my seat, keeping my head low as I walk to the back. The girls don’t seem to notice my presence and continue to swoon over Tom. They all take a seat near the windows, waiting for the man of their dreams to arrive.

I rested my forearms on the sink, trying to calm my heart rate. My heart beating rapidly, my breath hitches, and warm, wet droplets roll down my face. I hadn’t realized I was crying until now. I quickly wipe off the tears when I hear a girl come up to the counter. I brush my apron off and try to look decent, as if I wasn’t just crying.

“Good morning, how are you?” I asked, plastering on a fake smile.

“Good, can I get two espressos, two macchiatos, one flat white, one chocolate crepe cake, and two raspberry, rose, pistachio, and vanilla macarons? Thanks.” The girl said, constantly looking behind her to see if anyone entered the café.

“So you would like two macarons, two macchiatos, one flat white, one chocolate crepe cake, and two raspberry, rose, pistachio, and vanilla macarons?” I reassured. The girl nodded, “Would you like to buy a dozen macarons instead for only $30?” I recommended. 

“Is it cheaper?” She questioned.

“Yes, by $6,” I replied, “Would you like three of each macaron or would you like to add two other flavours?”

“Just give me three of each,” the girl hastily said.

“Alright, that’ll be $64.57, including tax. Will that be cash or credit?” The girl mumbles credit and pushes the card into my hand. After she paid, I quickly prepared the coffees for the girls.

My head was down, making the two macchiatos when I heard a breakout of squeals. I jumped in shock, steadying my hand to prevent the drink from spilling. Afraid to turn around, I stayed put, forgetting to breathe. 

“Oh my god, it’s Tom! Tom! Harrison! Can we get a picture with you?” The girls screamed.

“Of course, darling,” that voice: smooth like butter, filled with compassion.

I couldn’t help myself. After months of not seeing him or hearing his voice, something inside me snapped. I started to sob. I placed down the cups gently, speed walking into the ladies room. I let my tears flow freely until there were none left to shed. I looked into the mirror, noticing my swollen, red eyes. I turned on the faucet, washing off my face. Though I didn’t look any better, the tear stains on my face had disappeared. I walked out, restarting the now-cold macchiatos. 

“Excuse me, darling,” Tom said, my back still facing him, “if you aren’t too busy, may I order?”

Sucking in a deep breath, I gather up all courage left to turn around. “Of course,” my breath hitches when I saw the loose brown curls dangle over his forehead.

“Y/N?” Tom is speechless.

“Hi, Tommy,” I say nervously.

He grabs my hands for over the counter, locking eyes with me, “Can we talk? Alone?”

“I-I don’t kno-,” I stammered. 

“Please,” his voice sounds desperate.

“Fine,” he lets go of my hands, allowing me to lead him to the isolated hallway. As we stood there, he reconnected our hands, “What?”

“I haven’t seen you in forever. How have you been doing? You look gorgeous, as always. God, I’ve missed you so much,” he exhaled.

“Why are you here?” I asked, remembering about the recent news articles.

“I didn’t know you worked here, I swear. Haz and I just wanted to visit this café,” Tom confessed.

“Actually, I own this café. Also, I know about your recent affairs. Don’t think I wouldn’t have noticed, it’s everywhere on the news,” I ripped my hands out of his. 

“I didn’t think you cared. I was drunk, I-I wasn’t thinking straight. Please, I’m sorry,” Tom pleaded.

“Maybe we really weren’t meant for each other. Maybe I was wrong. I can’t do this, not anymore. I held onto hope for so long,” tears pricked my eyes.

“No, no! Just give me one more chance. I promise I’ll do better this time. Please,” tears started to shed from his own eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” I said, voice breaking. I pull away, leaving Tom in the hallway as I retreat to the back to let my fresh tears fall.

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bilateral contracts

❧ synopsis: a relationship turned contract... or has the relationship always been a contract? no longer does it matter, just kiss and make break up

❧ pairing: koh!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: semi-angst, suggestive

❧ warnings: break up, mentions of hickies, make-out session with a bit of escalation, plot twist (?)

❧ a/n: if you get it, you get it. also this came out shorter than i expected, but i liked how it turned out so i didn’t want to change anything lmao. listen to kiss and make up when reading this <3

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It started with the thundering echos in the room then ended with the inaudibly loud sound of hearts shattering. 

Now, you were resting on a cool, marble bench, breathing in the fresh, must-filled air. The chilled material of the seat ran a shiver down your seat, causing the heat from your anger to depress. 

Lately, you and Tom weren’t getting along as you used to. Constantly, you were being reminded—by Tom—that you knew what you had “signed up for” when you began dating him, ever the cliche. Had you known that you were dating via contract, you would’ve never accepted the offer; you would’ve rejected the offer whole-heartedly, as it is known, contracts can’t—and don’t—last forever.

Tom, on the other hand, went back to hoarding himself with work and planning out large events—usually for his own enjoyment. Being the king, after all, meant luxury and bliss, albeit the load of work and duty. 

Maybe the great lord feared by all was being selfish; maybe the young maiden who put her heart out on the line for said lord was insecure. It all narrowed down to a “maybe.” One thing that was certain, though, was the maiden’s love for herself.

Contracts aren’t unbreakable. They can be discussed and terminated. Besides, even if you “break” the contract now, you technically wouldn’t be the first.

With fast steps, you composed yourself, preparing for the risk you were about to take. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you also knew it was plausible. Your pride and self-love wouldn’t back down just by a simple glare or bark. 

Pushing the doors open, you stepped into the room, head high and shoulders wide. It felt as if the atmosphere had some confidence booster hidden in the air. Tom was already staring at you with peculiar eyes, silently asking you what you were doing.

You were tired of talking, letting useless words slip from your lips. You no longer wanted to hear any feeble “sorry’s” from either him or you.

Thus, without any words, you stomped over to his desk, pulling him by his collar and smashing your lips against his. You could feel him stiffen in your grasp, shocked at the sudden action and its roughness.

Pushing him back onto the desk, you looked him into his chocolate-brown eyes. Your hand laid flat on his chest, fingers skillfully unbuttoning his dress shirt. You attached your lips to his bare neck, sucking dark marks filled with ill-intents onto to supple skin. You could feel the brunette begin to relax under your touch, allowing you to continue. 

His hands touched you in such a familiar yet foreign way, touching you like he’s touched nobody. The soft pads of his fingertips trailed, bruised, and gripped onto every centimeter of your perfect body as if he’s been starved of touch for decades.

It was as if both of you could see and feel what was coming.

Pulling away, you slipped your clothes back on, leaving Tom tousled where he rest. A haze in his eyes told you that he was out of his body, floating in the clouds. Using his dazed moment to your advantage, you declared, “I’m breaking up with you.”

Before he could collect himself to think straight, you’ve already escorted yourself out of the room, leaving his door wide open to give him a show of you with your bags and luggage—walking away with a light sway of your hips—your figure dissolving into nothingness as you gained more distance. 

Tom didn’t chase after you like a dog on a leash. He let you leave without reluctance or doubt. After all, why would he? Everything had worked out in his favor.

The contract is now terminated ended.

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