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prompt list
hello! so, i’ve decided to make a prompt list. there are 101 prompts in here, with the help of chrmdpoet and ships4you. if you want to have a fic written to one of the prompts, send your requests here: requests
“It’s really not that complicated.”
“Close the door.”
“It’s 3 in the morning.”
“I should have told you a long time ago.”
“Why are you helping me?”
“You have to leave right now.”
“Just trust me.”
“I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“You’re in love with her.”
“Come here.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
“I can explain.”
“Love is overrated.”
“Watch me.”
“I’ve missed this.”
“I don’t owe you an explanation.”
“We have to be quiet.”
“You’re trembling.”
“I want an answer, goddammit!”
“It was you the whole time.”
“Tell me again.”
“This is why we can’t have nice things.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“You don’t see me.”
“I can’t keep kissing strangers and pretending that they’re you.”
“You could have died.”
“Prove it.”
“I might never get another chance to say this.”
“Do you regret it?”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“Lie to me then.”
“You’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”
“We need to talk about what happened last night.”
“I never stood a chance, did I?”
“I feel like I can’t breathe.”
“Are you drunk?”
“I still remember the way you taste.”
“How much of that did you hear?”
“What happens if I do this?”
“Why are you whispering?”
“You make me want things I can’t have.”
“I don’t want to screw this up.”
“People are staring.”
“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”
“Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry.”
“Stay with me.”
“Walk out that door and we’re through.”
“I hate how much I love you”
“Why are you so jealous?”
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“Just leave me alone.”
“I need some time.”
“Despite what you think, I am completely capable of taking care of myself.”
“You can’t keep pretending it didn’t happen, ‘cause guess what? It did!”
“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”
“Stop pretending you’re okay, cause I know you’re not.”
“Just talk to me.”
“Bite me.”
“If you insist.”
“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the shit out of me.”
“Why are you so nice to me?”
“We’ll get through this, I promise.”
“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
“You’re mine. I don’t share.”
“Just shut up and kiss me.”
“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”
“Make me.”
“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
“I think I forgot how to breath.”
“Stop biting your fucking lip!”
“You’re blushing.”
“I missed something didn’t I?”
“You come to my room and wake me up at 3 A.M, to cuddle?”
“Well, this is awkward.”
“Is that my shirt?”
“You look like you need a hug.”
“Please come home, I miss you.”
“You’re so fucking adorable.”
“I’m pregnant.”
“You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“Let’s cuddle.”
“Sometimes I really don’t like you”
“What if I told you I’ve been in love with you ever since.”
“You’re seriously a child.”
“I’m too sober for this.”
“Oh god, I need a drink”
“Do that again, I dare you.”
“I feel like I’m falling apart and nothing can fix me. Help me.”
“I can’t fucking believe you!”
“Never judge a book by its cover.”
“I was a bet?”
“I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”
“Baby, open the door.”
“Were you crying?”
“What have I done?”
“I never want to see you again!”
“You hurt me. I don’t know if I can ever forgive you for what you did.”
“Will you marry me?”
“No matter where you go, how long you’re gone, even if you fall in love with someone else, I will always be here for you. Always.”
“You could lie to me, you could ignore me for days on end, hell, you could break my heart into a million pieces, but how could you cheat on me?”
Hey, it’s me again. For the part two of ‘her blood-stained bodysuit’ where the reader is still upset about tom expecting to high of her, the next morning tom noticed it and try make it up to her..? Something like that... or you can make it your own way 😊 thank you in advance
her blood-stained bodysuit pt. 2
❧ prompt: 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?
❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader
❧ genre: angst, fluff
❧ warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, slamming a glass cup onto a counter (?), mentions of insecurity
❧ a/n: i got a backup laptop babies! it’s not actually mine but i’m going to get mine fixed soon :)) hopefully this part lived up to your standards, anon. i tried to make it angsty-er than the first part since someone reposted it saying it wasn’t as angsty as they expected. i didn’t find it as an insult because i took it more in a constructive criticism way. anyways, enjoy!
part 1!
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You flinched awake, placing a palm at the side of your head. Your eye shut in pain, letting out a shaking breath. You looked ahead of you, stabilizing yourself, before using both of your arms to push yourself up into a sitting position. Beside you, you heard the sheets rustling and felt movement beneath them. You froze in your spot, turning to face the sleeping figure.
Tom laid peacefully, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. His steady breathing filled the radio silent room. Flashes of the night before filled your mind, Tom’s voice ringing in your ears.
“It’s so unlike you to be so reckless.“
“I expected you to know better.”
You let out an audible huff, forcing your aching off the bed. Your blistered feet touched the cool floor, relaxing your tense body. Quietly, you made your way to the bathroom with an occasional limp.
Looking yourself over in the mirror, you took note that you looked like a mess: (h/c) hair a tangled mop, dry, cracked lips, and bruises littered your figure. You winced at the sight and began towards the shower.
Stepping into the warm, fog-filled cubicle, you sighed as the warm water relaxed your tight muscles. Your arms wrapped around your torso, holding yourself as your hair flattened against your scalp. You let a hand fall to your thigh, fingertips dancing along the hem of your waterproof bandage.
Sighing, you stepped into the empty gym. You closed the door behind you, pulling off your large, black jacket. You placed the piece onto the bench, sitting beside it to put on your black tennis shoes.
The gym was a sad room at those hours. The hours when everyone was still asleep or slowly awakening, when the rising sun was concealed by the overwhelming fog. Through the teal-tinted glass, the opaque light in the room was faint, shadows hiding in the corners of the room. The air was still, an occasional shift when there was the slightest of movements.
A chill ran down your spine, as you shook, and goosebumps slowly arose from your soft skin. Rubbing your arms for warmth, you grabbed the black hair tie and pulled your hair up into a tight ponytail.
You worked hard for the next couple of hours, pushing yourself over your limit. Occasionally, you stopped when you felt a sharp pain in your thigh or your vision spun you off balance.
After another shower, you made your way into the kitchen, smelling of fresh soap. You grabbed a glass of water, chugging the cup in one go. You leaned against the island of your kitchen, staring out the large window and at the gorgeous scenery of trees.
“I’ve done everything I can to be the top,” you spoke, quietly, “Where did I go wrong?”
“G’morning, darling,” Tom’s groggy voice filled your ears, as you felt him place a gentle kiss to your temple.
You flinched back at the sudden contact, strangely alert to your surroundings.
“Sorry. Did I touch your wound?” A concerned hand came up to your face, gently moving your hair behind your ear.
Shaking your head, you moved towards the stove, thinking about ways to improve yourself on the field. Just as an idea popped in your head, his voice came up again.
“It’s so unlike you to be so reckless.“
“I expected you to know better.”
Your head snapped up, and you looked behind you. “What’d you say?” You asked with a venomous tone.
“I just asked if you were feeling better, love,” he walked up to you and placed an arm around your waist, “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”
Maneuvering out of his grasp, you replied, “Yes, I’m fine. I don’t need to be babied, Tom. I just have a lot going on in my mind.”
Concerned, Tom pushed further, “You know you can tell me anything.”
Frustrated, you harshly put down the glass in your hand, almost shattering it against the counter.
Tom flinched.
“Look, I’m just really tired and sore and frustrated, right now. If you could just leave me alone for a few minutes, maybe I’ll feel like putting up with you later,” you snapped, walking out of the room, leaving him no time to speak.
As expected, he followed after you, wondering what had gone wrong. He thought back to the night before, trying to remember if your attitude could possibly be a symptom of the medications you took. Shaking his head, he reflected the argument the pair of you had.
That must be it, he nodded to himself.
Unknowingly, you lead him to the gym, but when he tried to pull the door open, the glass wouldn’t budge. From within, he heard your gentle grunts and soft breaths, leading him to the conclusion of you exercising. Thinking to the injuries you had returned with, he began to worry and panic for you and your health.
What were you thinking? What if you injure yourself further? Why aren’t you prioritizing your health? Tom thought, growing frustrated, mostly at himself.
His fist banged on the glass, head spinning with negative thoughts, “Darling, you need to let yourself rest. You’ll only hurt yourself more if you push yourself over your limit.”
You heard the faint murmur of his shouts but decided to ignore it. If you were stronger, you wouldn’t be in the position you were in: a limp in your walk, ache in your thigh, and an occasional blur to your vision.
Stepping onto the treadmill, you dialed the speed to 5 miles per hour to start as a warm up. Within a minute, you pushed yourself to a run at 6 miles per hour, then to a sprint at 7. You were panting for air, sweat dripping down your face.
You could still hear Tom’s protests, angering you further.
Unsatisfied that you could still hear the noises in your environment, you brought the speed up to 7.5 miles per hour, a sharp pain slowly becoming more and more noticeable in your thigh. The blood that rushed to your ears drowned out anything and everything you didn’t want to hear.
Barely any time had passed when the faint pain in your leg began to feel like someone was constantly pressing on your wound. Additionally, your head was pounding, and your vision was growing blurrier by every passing minute.
You brought a hand up to your forehead, fingers pressing into your temples, attempting to massage the pain away. Unfortunately, the pain stayed, and if anything, increased tenfold.
“Fuck,” you murmured, arms grasping at the hand supports of the treadmill.
Before you knew it, your vision turned black, and the sensation of your body getting thrown into the air was all you felt before you went unconscious.
-
After too many attempts, Tom was able to successfully break the lock of the gym door. Hearing you continuously and vigorously increase the speed of the conveyor belt made him move in haste, leading to his multiple failures. He was too worried about your wellbeing to think straight.
As he stepped into the room, he saw your hands fall limp by your side, and your body rocked to the side, off balance. With wide eyes, he ran to your slipping figure before you could make contact with the hard floor.
“Darling? Love? Are you alright? Please answer me,” he cried, looking at the pain-etched face of yours.
Not receiving a response, he quickly stood, carrying you bridal style in his arms and back into your shared bedroom.
-
You rolled your head to the side, hearing a rustling beneath you. Your body felt overheated, aching to feel even the slightest of breezes.
As you began to move your leg to kick the thick duvet off your body, you flinched in pain, reflexively grabbing said leg to support it.
“Don’t move. You’ll only make it hurt more,” a gentle voice explained from behind you.
Consumed by your pain, you hadn’t even noticed you were tucked in your bed, back in your shared bedroom.
The familiar brunette you had spent the day trying to ignore protruded from the shadows, eyes quivering and shining with tears.
“What happened?” You asked, throat oddly hoarse.
“You overworked yourself. You fainted whilst running,” he explained, “I was so fucking worried, darling. I almost lost you,” he shook his head, “No, I could’ve lost you, but I didn’t. I’m so lucky to have opened that door before you hit the ground.” A few tears began to leak out of the inner corners of his chocolate eyes as he thought of the scenario of him not saving you in time.
“It’s all my fault,” he let out a loud so, “If I hadn’t said that you weren’t good enough or that you were too reckless, you wouldn’t be here,” he placed a hand onto the bed, “in this wretched bed, resting as you are now. Your thigh wouldn’t be bleeding out, right now, if I hadn’t insulted you out of frustration and worry. I wasn’t—” he hiccuped, “I didn’t have my head on straight. If I did, I would’ve been more generous and not passive to you. You were only trying to help me, and all I repaid you with were insults.”
Pitifully looking at your boyfriend, you moved a weak arm to his hand, tugging him down onto his knees. You patted his curled locks, giving him the best smile you could muster.
“I know you were concerned for me, but what you said really hurt me. You know how,” you thought for a proper word for a moment, “insecure I can be about my abilities in this field. There’s so much— too much competition in my industry and having to keep up this perfect, high-leveled assassin façade is taking a toll on my mental health.”
Tom’s eyes shook with despair. He never knew you felt this way. He’d never want you to have to deal with your hardships alone.
“But, because of you, I’ve been trying my best and pushing myself over so many of my limits to make me the best I can be. I mean, you’re one of the most powerful mobsters to be, so it would only make sense if I were one of the most successful and strongest assassin, right?”
Shaking his head, he cried, “No, not if it means breaking yourself apart and tearing your morale into pieces.” He grabbed both your small hands, enclosing them in his. He looked straight into your eyes, sniffling away his tears, “I don’t care whether you’re number one or number 3 billion. All I care about is your happiness and wellbeing. I want you to live your best life with me. I want you to feel like you can trust me and come to me whenever you need me because I am here. I will continue to be here through thick and thin. I love you. Not because you’re one of the most skilled assassins, not because you’re someone I can flaunt to others, but because you are the most beautiful, talented, intelligent, lovable person I know. I wouldn’t exchange you for the world.”
This time, Tom’s eyes didn’t sparkle because of his sorrowful tears, they twinkled because of his love and adoration towards you and only you.
“I-I love you, too, Tommy, and I promise that I’ll come to you whenever I need you,” you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You can also come to me anytime as well,” you blushed.
“Thank you, love,” he tilted his head, smiling, thumb stroking the blush on your cheeks.
“Thank you, bubs, for having my back and understanding me and putting up with me.”
Pulling on his arm, you dragged him into bed with you to cuddle. He stumbled as he focused on avoiding touching your injuries.
That night you fell asleep in each other’s arms, an unbreakable bond connecting the two of you. You understood him, and he, you.
All left of that tragic night from before had dissipated into nothingness, except for her blood-stained bodysuit.
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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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Tinkerbell || Tom Holland
Tom Holland x Reader
A/N: this is my first imagine and english isn't my first language, so please if someone read this, be nice.
Sitting on the couch, under the blankets with him by my side watching Peter Pan I realized how stupid I was.
Feeling frustrated with myself I threw the spoon in the ice cream tub with more force than I intended to. Tom looked at me, brown eyes wide open as I scolded at myself.
"Everything okay?" he asked, curiosity leaking out of his expression.
I nodded turning once again to the TV. He shrugged it off, quickly turning his attention to a new text on his phone, a smile creeping on the corner of his lips.
I was freaking Tinkerbell.
I huffed, grabbing my spoon again and feeling my mouth with more chocolate ice cream than I could take. I needed my brain to freeze and die.
"What?" he said exasperated, knowing I had something to say but was holding it up.
I pointed my hand at the TV, an annoyed expression on my face as the blonde fairy basically died alone.
"Tinkerbell has always been there for Peter" I explained hoping he would magically understand what I was trying to say. However, he just kept giving me a confused look "And Peter? He chose Wendy!"
His chocolate eyes warily looked at me, and for one second I thought he would come to realization and my suffering would be over, but he chuckled, shaking his head in the process.
"You are incredible" he smiled softly.
"Yeah, I know" I shrugged smiling back, but then again his attention was already on the phone.
Pineapple on pizza || Tom Holland
Tom Holland x Reader
Summary: They just can't get along.
As I adjusted the lights I notice the twins entering the room, Sam looking at his phone and Harry tying a weird pink bandana on his head.
The Holland twins and I have met in a pub, being a friend of a friend who introduced us. Honestly, they were just trying to take us out of their way so they could make out in peace. But knowing our passion for photography we got along pretty well. Well, mine and Harry's passion, Sam kinda came in the same package, it wasn't really his favorite thing ever, but he came along. And talking about the package...
"I didn't know you would be here," the oldest brother said at the moment he entered the room.
"Oh no, it's here" I muttered.
Tom Holland was also in the package. Look, I have nothing against the guy... Ok, maybe I do, but when I met him some months ago I honestly thought he was really nice. So don't get caught by the nice boyish look or the cute brown eyes, turns out Thomas Holland is as annoying as a child on a plane.
"Shouldn't you be shooting some indie movie or something?" I asked without taking my eyes of what I was doing.
"Do you mean Spider-Man?" he smirked. I could hear his steps getting closer.
"Yeah, whatever"
"Tom will be our model" Sam explained.
"What about Jackson?" I asked confused. Jackson was a really handsome waiter who worked on a coffee shop nearby, I personally invited him for the photoshoot with Harry and was hoping he would stick to his promise.
"Oh, she is sad because her little crush isn't coming" Tom pouted looking at me with fake sympathy.
"Shut up"
"C'mon, do you really like him?" Tom stopped behind me, his hands hovering my hips as his mouth grew closer to my ear. I could feel the smug smirk on his lips when he whispered, his breath against my skin, making me shiver and hold my breath "He's quite dumb"
"I would like to have my space back. Thanks" I rolled my eyes and elbowed his unfortunately toned stomach making him take some steps back.
"Harry, your savage friend is trying to hurt me" Tom pouted once again holding his stomach like he had just been shot.
"Harry, your idiotic brother is trying to seduce me" I also complained scolding at Tom.
"Oh, you wish" he smirked.
"Would you two please stop and just coexist? Is this too hard for you?"
"Yes!" we said at the same time, which made the both of us grimace at each other.
Not wanting to be in the same term as Tom I proceeded to explain: "We're like pineapple on pizza. Unacceptable."
"But pineapple totally belongs on pizza" Tom frowned.
"Of course you like it" I gave him a glare "You are disgusting."
hey! i decided to write during quarantine and i'd be glad if you send me blurb ideas
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The reader trash talking the characters in a cinema then Tom overhears and debates or agrees with their reasoning. Both striking up a conversation until being shushed. 💗
a/n : it took me so long to finish but here we go! i want to thank my friend jess for encouraging me 🥺
warnings : a few swear words and probably lots of typos
tom promised you to see onward with you the second you said you couldn't attend premier, unlike his family. he was sad, you were sad but there was nothing to do so you both had to wait until he came back.
finally, you were at the theatre with him and couldn't suppress your big smile. tom could see how happy you were, both because being able to see the movie and because seeing it with him. you were a smiley, excited mess until the second period of the movie.
he realized how furiously you were eating the snacks and your frown which made him smile slightly. it was funny sight for him and he was enjoying every second.
'dumbass,' you spoke under your breath unconsciously. but tom heard that.
'why is that, love? and try to chew them slower, i'm worried about your teeth at this point...' you giggled at his words and stopped chewing before speaking;
'well, where to start? ian is a sweetheart. the cutest character i've ever seen and deserves every good thing. did you realize that ian is literally your alter, tom? that arm thing? ears? of course you did ugh! and barley? he is pure but keep acting like a dumbass? he better gets a grip or he'll catch these hands,'
hearing your words made tom laugh quietly. he was sure you were going to get kicked out before the movie ends since he knew how movie ends.
things were going downhill in the movie and all you wanted to watch was ian and his dad's union. but OF COURSE things didn't go as you expected. you know you shouldn't have talked but you just couldn't stop? 'look, i KNOW barley was already old enough to remember him and some of the things they did together and ian was a baby, i got it. but don't you think it was a bit cruel to make him watch his father and his brother rebond one last time while he was stuck there? i just.... feel sad.'
well, tom was sad too. he cried at the premier because of this scene and when a fan approached him for a selfie later, he was still teary eyed. you thought it was cute.
'ian didn’t get to meet his father, and that’s because it wasn’t part of his character’s journey – it was barley’s, darling. barley didn’t get to say goodbye to him. ian never met him,so his journey was all about discovering that his brother was the one who had always been there for him and helped raise him, whereas barley’s was all about closure. this made ian sacrifice his one chance to meet his father so barley could say goodbye to him, and so ian doesn’t really have any unfinished business when it comes to his father. personally, i wanted them to meet t-'
'hey guys, can you keep quiet?'
tom snapped his head towards the intrupter and mouthed 'sorry man,'
'sorry! and the movie is about to finish bro... he voiced him so he has a few rights to talk if you ask me.'
tom threw a warning look before turning back and apologising once more.
'darling i'm glad you liked the movie and wanna chat but you can't use the fact that i voiced ian. it won't save us next time.' tom smirked. 'but i accept your compliment.'
'excuse me? tom i swear-' you smiled after taking a deep breath. 'when it's time to eat rich, i won't hesitate about you, b!tch.'
you stared at each other before started wheezing, 'ouch, y/n! you hurt me,'
'that's what you deserve for coming at me,tommy.' tom's heart fluttered with the nickname, he raised your hand to kiss the back of it.
you weren't in a relationship but you both knew you weren't just friends, not anymore. and did you want to be more than what you are so bad...
it was the moment tom decided to make a move, cross the line and hope you'd be okay with it. so he leaned forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. it took a few seconds to react, was this happening? while watching... onward?!
pulling back, smiling, eye to eye you both let a breathy 'wow,' and giggled. tom kissed your nose once more before diverting his attention, seeing credits are scrolling.
'i know it's silly but... onward is about magic... a-and i'm so glad it made us a thing.' he whispered hesitantly, raised your hand to kiss your knuckles and hide his rosy cheeks.
a sudden rush of affection made you hug his torso tightly. this was all you wanted, what you dreamt for so long.
'it's not silly,' you caressed his cheek before leaning for a kiss. 'not at all, tommy.'
the way i spent three days for this and y'all paid dust... heart ❤️ been broke 💔 so many times ⏰
The reader trash talking the characters in a cinema then Tom overhears and debates or agrees with their reasoning. Both striking up a conversation until being shushed. 💗
a/n : it took me so long to finish but here we go! i want to thank my friend jess for encouraging me 🥺
warnings : a few swear words and probably lots of typos
tom promised you to see onward with you the second you said you couldn't attend premier, unlike his family. he was sad, you were sad but there was nothing to do so you both had to wait until he came back.
finally, you were at the theatre with him and couldn't suppress your big smile. tom could see how happy you were, both because being able to see the movie and because seeing it with him. you were a smiley, excited mess until the second period of the movie.
he realized how furiously you were eating the snacks and your frown which made him smile slightly. it was funny sight for him and he was enjoying every second.
'dumbass,' you spoke under your breath unconsciously. but tom heard that.
'why is that, love? and try to chew them slower, i'm worried about your teeth at this point...' you giggled at his words and stopped chewing before speaking;
'well, where to start? ian is a sweetheart. the cutest character i've ever seen and deserves every good thing. did you realize that ian is literally your alter, tom? that arm thing? ears? of course you did ugh! and barley? he is pure but keep acting like a dumbass? he better gets a grip or he'll catch these hands,'
hearing your words made tom laugh quietly. he was sure you were going to get kicked out before the movie ends since he knew how movie ends.
things were going downhill in the movie and all you wanted to watch was ian and his dad's union. but OF COURSE things didn't go as you expected. you know you shouldn't have talked but you just couldn't stop? 'look, i KNOW barley was already old enough to remember him and some of the things they did together and ian was a baby, i got it. but don't you think it was a bit cruel to make him watch his father and his brother rebond one last time while he was stuck there? i just.... feel sad.'
well, tom was sad too. he cried at the premier because of this scene and when a fan approached him for a selfie later, he was still teary eyed. you thought it was cute.
'ian didn’t get to meet his father, and that’s because it wasn’t part of his character’s journey – it was barley’s, darling. barley didn’t get to say goodbye to him. ian never met him,so his journey was all about discovering that his brother was the one who had always been there for him and helped raise him, whereas barley’s was all about closure. this made ian sacrifice his one chance to meet his father so barley could say goodbye to him, and so ian doesn’t really have any unfinished business when it comes to his father. personally, i wanted them to meet t-'
'hey guys, can you keep quiet?'
tom snapped his head towards the intrupter and mouthed 'sorry man,'
'sorry! and the movie is about to finish bro... he voiced him so he has a few rights to talk if you ask me.'
tom threw a warning look before turning back and apologising once more.
'darling i'm glad you liked the movie and wanna chat but you can't use the fact that i voiced ian. it won't save us next time.' tom smirked. 'but i accept your compliment.'
'excuse me? tom i swear-' you smiled after taking a deep breath. 'when it's time to eat rich, i won't hesitate about you, b!tch.'
you stared at each other before started wheezing, 'ouch, y/n! you hurt me,'
'that's what you deserve for coming at me,tommy.' tom's heart fluttered with the nickname, he raised your hand to kiss the back of it.
you weren't in a relationship but you both knew you weren't just friends, not anymore. and did you want to be more than what you are so bad...
it was the moment tom decided to make a move, cross the line and hope you'd be okay with it. so he leaned forward to kiss the corner of your mouth. it took a few seconds to react, was this happening? while watching... onward?!
pulling back, smiling, eye to eye you both let a breathy 'wow,' and giggled. tom kissed your nose once more before diverting his attention, seeing credits are scrolling.
'i know it's silly but... onward is about magic... a-and i'm so glad it made us a thing.' he whispered hesitantly, raised your hand to kiss your knuckles and hide his rosy cheeks.
a sudden rush of affection made you hug his torso tightly. this was all you wanted, what you dreamt for so long.
'it's not silly,' you caressed his cheek before leaning for a kiss. 'not at all, tommy.'
I have a new story
I already have a chapter done and currently working on chapter two and was wondering if anyone would be interested. also should Tom Holland play a character???? lol let me know
fine line | tom holland [ceo!au]
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Summary: heavily influenced by the movie "the proposal"
Faced with deportation to his native United Kingdom, the playboy CEO Holland's Tech Point located in the Big Apple, Tom Holland, tells the world that he's engaged to marry Y/N Y/L/N, his hapless assistant. Y//N reluctantly agrees but has a few propositions of her own, including flying across the country for him to meet her eccentric family.
With a immigration agent hot on their trials and watching their every move, Tom and Y/N must stick to their plan despite numerous bumps in the road.
pairing: ceo!tomholland x secretary!reader
warnings: will be posted with each chapter, almost like a crack fic, tom is a bit of an asshole sometimes, SMUT, steamy, super sweet
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I. lights up
II. treat people with kindness
III. canyon moon
IV. she
V. watermelon sugar (m)
VI. cherry (m)
VII. adore you
VIII. sunflower vol 6 (m)
IX. falling
X. to be so lonely
XI. fine line (m)
XII. golden
still love you ✧ t.holland.
summary: he still love her, and that's all he really know.
warnings: crying(?, cheating mentions, bad memories, i think that's all; let me know if there's another one!
a/n: sheesh, this took me days but i'm so happy with the result, make sure you read part one first! requests are open. as always, english it's not my first language so sorry about any mistakes. take care of yourself pls. (not my gif) <3
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"Don't forget to put the pink dress and the white boots. be ready in fifteen, please." Bella, your assistant said and closed the door to your dressing room so that you could change before the show.
It had been about a month since that fight where you and Tom broke up. As soon as your friends arrived, you packed your things and went to your old apartment. You hadn't heard from Tom in all this time, only when you happened to ask Sam or Harry when all of you hang out.
You got dressed as fast as you could and being careful not to mess up your hair. Five minutes before you left, your phone screen lit up, displaying a message from Maggie.
You opened the message as quickly as possible and as soon as you read the title of the note that your friend had sent you, you moved your finger without reading the text and go directly to the photos. It was true, the photos showed Tom outside a restaurant with a blue hair girl, and it seemed that they were together, very close.
Leaving Tom in the past was something that cost you a lot and it certainly still did, because you couldn't erase your feelings so easily overnight. You felt your eyes start to get wet, but you raised your head trying not to let the tears fall, at least not three minutes before going on stage.
Three knocks on the door alarmed you and you quickly regained your posture. "You're ready?" Bella asked and you got up to open the door and see her holding a small board in her hands. "Good, Jimmy it's already in the studio, let's go."
This interview was the first you would give after your most recent breakup, and for a fact you knew that the questions related to your ex were not going to be lacking. "Please, give it up for Y/N Y/L!" Jimmy announced and screams filled the study as you approached the couch. "How are you?" he asked kindly once you were sitting on the couch.
"Very good and you?" you returned the question with kindness.
"Great now that you're here," he gave you a smile and clasped his hands to begin the interview. "But enough about me, you recently finished your tour, how does it feel to finally rest?"
"Well, it's really awesome to finally sleep in a bed and not in a bus tour," laughter from the audience rang out at your comment, making you smile. "But, I have to say I kinda miss traveling the world and seeing so many of my fans."
"So have you spend time with your loved ones?" he asked and with that phrase, you already knew where all this was going.
"Yeah, i have. yesterday i went out with Harrison and Sam, you know, just to catch up some things." you smiled sideways and looked for those mentioned in the audience, they just made a funny face towards you.
"and what about Tom?" the question made you come out of your bubble and go back to the interview. "because we haven't seen you two together on your instagram stories or something like that, even, some fans are saying that he didn't show up to your last concert." this last information took you back to the night where it all ended, making your heart clench a bit. you swallowed before answering.
"Yeah, well, um," you started to play with your fingers, feeling the nervousness rush through your blood. "We don't talk anymore."
"Are you saying that you two break up?"
"Yeah, we did." you responded in the driest way possible to prevent the feeling from winning you over. "About a month ago, i think." the screen behind you light up, and your first instinct was to turn to see what it was about, but you regretted it the moment you saw what was projected.
"So you aren't this girl?" Jimmy asked while pointing with a control to the girl who was with Tom in the photos of the article, before answering, you turned to see Harrison and Sam in the audience, who only raised their shoulders to show that they had nothing to do with that.
"No, i'm not," you denied and resumed your initial position. "I mean, our haircolor it's different and she's holding a beer wich i usually don't drink, so." you raised your hands and folded your arms at the height of your shoulders. the interview continued until the cameramen announced that they were going to a commercial break. Harrison and Sam approached you as quickly as possible as did Bella.
"We didn't know that they would show the photos." Harrison quickly said and put his hands on the sides of your arms.
"It's fine," you smirked and then put your gaze on Bella's face, who was behind Harrison. "You know what songs I'll sing?" your presentation would be in twenty minutes and the songs were still to be chosen by Jake, your manager.
"Yeah, um," the girl quickly flipped one of the sheets on her chart to see the schedule. "London Boy and Mr. Perfectly Fine." you closed your eyes for a moment and tilted your head, accepting reality. London Boy was a song you wrote for Tom while the two of you were away and it was already out as a single, but Mr. Perfectly Fine, that was special. That song was not yet recorded and had been written this weeks of pain. Inspiration had been Tom and how he had post some pictures on instagram looking perfectly fine after all this situation. You weren't ready for Mr. Perfectly Fine, least of all right now.
"Mr. Perfectly Fine?" Sam asked, crossing his arms and looking at you before speaking. "She can't sing that song, it's not even recorded. Where's Jake?" he began to search with his gaze to the brunnete to be able to speak with him.
"It's fine," you put your hand on his shoulder. "I'll guess it's time to sing it to the world." you gave him an unconvinced smile.
"You're sure?" he asked, pulling you up so he could give you a short hug, resting his chin on your head.
"Yeah, Sammy," you smiled as you smelled his perfume. "I mean, it's just one song without Tom, how bad can it turn out, right?" you broke away from him and looked at your two friends.
None of the three wanted to admit it, but all of you knew that anything could go wrong. You knew Mr. Perfectly Fine was going to be a single, but you thought that when it came out, you would be in the couch eating a big pot of ice cream with Tom, or you would be dancing with Sam and all your friends, but this time it would be different, very different.
"I know but," Holland returned to the subject and clicked his tongue. "It's the first single without him, I thought you wanted to be crying in your room or some stuff like that." took a hit by Harrison at this last comment.
"Let me get this lad out of here before he convince you to run out of the studio." the blond boy grabbed the brunette and directed him to where they were sitting, while you took a quick drink from the bottle of water to also return to your starting position.
Finally, it was time to sing. "Everything's fine?" Bella asked as she adjusted the necklace that hung around your neck. You had had a little change and now your hair was in a high ponytail and your clothes was now a black shorts with a white long-sleeved blouse and a little pink blazer that matched your shoes.
"Yeah." you nodded and she withdrew. You were ready for the presentation, yes, but emotionally? absolutely not. You knew you could sing London Boy without any problem, but Mr. Perfectly Fine would be a big punch in your heart.
The melody of London Boy began to sound and the lights little by little were illuminating the place, letting you see yourself in front of a microphone and with a band behind.
But something happened, I heard him laughing
I saw the dimples first and then I heard the accent
"i'm Tom , and i suppose that you're Y/N Y/L, right?"
They say home is where the heart is
But that's not where mine lives
"i want you to move on with me and the boys, you know?"
You know I love a London boy
I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon
He likes my American smile
Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you
Took me back to Highgate, met all of his best mates
"so, this is Harrison and Tuwaine, and there is Harry and Sam, but you alredy met them."
So I guess all the rumors are true
"are Tom Holland and Y/N Y/L dating?"
You know I love a London boy
London Boy ended quickly even though you felt like an eternity. The music low but then rose in a second to start with the Mr. Perfectly Fine tune. You took a breath to calm yourself, but as soon as the first verse approached you searched with panicked eyes for Harrison and Sam. Harrison would hold his thumbs up towards you and Sam would whisper something in his ear, this made you more nervous.
Hello, Mr. "Perfectly fine"
How's your heart after breakin' mine?
"fine, i'm fucking leaving."
"it's not like you ever tried to stay."
Mr. "Always at the right place at the right time," baby
[...]
And it's really such a shame
It's such a shame
'Cause I was Miss "Here to stay"
"of course i'll be right here when you come, dumbass."
Now I'm Miss "Gonna be alright someday"
"it's just some hard days, you know? I'll get over it, i'm fine."
And someday maybe you'll miss me
But by then, you'll be Mr. "Too late"
Applause rang out when the melody ended and you didn't sigh when, but tears ran down your cheek. You cleaned them up quickly and smiled.
"Wow, it's that a new song?" Jimmy asked as he came over to thank you and hug you.
"It is, yeah." you nodded and opened your arms to receive the interviewer. "The name is Mr. Perfectly Fine. It will be recorded soon, don't worry." you winked at the camera.
"Well, I'll guess the only thing I have left to say, it's," he look at you to get both of you to say it together and you quickly get it.
"Hello, Mr. Perfectly Fine, how's your heart after breaking mine?"
"It's falling apart, thanks for asking." Tom responded to the screen with a sour smile and closed his computer screen. Your laughter still rang out due to Tuwaine and Harry watching the show from the living room.
On the other side of the coin, Tom was not as good as he was shown. He returned to live with his friends as soon as the news that you were gone reached his ears. decided not to go looking for you thinking you wanted space for some time. His nights were crying and crying, going out to drink, being photographed with a girl but never going from there, because he felt bad having sex with her when he hadn't gotten over you, you didn't deserve that.
His bed felt cold at night, the closet was half empty, and your shampoo bottle was still in the bathroom. Tom wanted to forget you, but he couldn't if there were traces of you all over his house.
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"Where are you going?" Tuwaine asked Tom when he saw that he was going to leave the house.
"To get some tea, there's nothing left," he replied without looking at him, searching for the key to the front door. The key that had a black stripe of nailpolish that you had put so Tom could differentiate it from the others. Your ex ran his finger along the line, smiling to himself.
"Hell no, Thomas," Harry appeared and leaned back in the kitchen counter. "It's Sunday, remember? it's your turn to do the laundry."
"Man, c'mon," he narrowed his eyes and began to move the key between his hands. "I can do it when i get back."
"Nah ah." Harry shook his head and met glances with his brother. "You always said that. just separate it and you can go." he wrinkled his eyebrows at this answer.
"Mate, you're not my mom," he said with a smile, but his brother looked at him in a special way and he knew that look.
"Fine, fuck you anyways." left the keys on the small table in the living room and went to the laundry, where there were two baskets full of clothes. "Oh man, fuck me," he ran a hand across his forehead and walked over to the first basket. "Do the laundry." he mocked his brother and rolled his eyes.
But then, then the white shirt with a little taco appeared in his hands. He remembered very well that shirt, it was a pajama shirt that he combined with blue shorts with taco prints. He remembered that you had lost it and you could never find it. He took the garment and went back to the living room, where everyone but Sam was.
"Hey, where did this come from?" he asked, drawing everyone's attention and showed the shirt.
"Oh, I found it behind the red table, you know which one? the one that we always take to your parents' house." Harrison responded as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Tom nodded, wondering if he should do it or not, he was processing every thought that came to his head. Was it worth doing?
"You know what," he nodded and took the keys from the table, putting the shirt on his shoulder. "I'm gonna go to a place really quick."
"But the laundry-"
"I'll do it when i get back!" it was the last thing his friends and his brother heard before he walked out the front door.
"He scares me." Tuwaine said and everyone nodded with a little laugh.
Your doorbell rang and you grunted at this sound, because you had an omelette in the pan and you weren't expecting anyone, it rang another two times until your "coming!" reached the person's ears.
"What is it? I don't expect any package or I didn't order any-" your voice seemed to drop automatically when you saw him standing in front of you. her foot moved to calm her nerves and she held something white in her hand.
"Sorry for not asking and just showing up like this out of nowhere," he apologized, but seeing that you had no intention of speaking, he continued. "Um, i just found this shirt of you, it's the one with the taco and, you know, I thought you would like... can we talk please? even if it is just for closure." he practically begged you and you just nodded your head as you snapped back to reality. You turned around, implying that he would come in and close the door. You headed into the kitchen to turn off the pan and put your breakfast on a plate.
"Do you want some tea?" You were the first to speak, approaching the couch where he was already. shook his head.
"So, is it about me?" he asked once you took a seat on the couch.
"What thing?" you asked without understanding, it was early and your brain wasn't working yet.
"The song, Mr. Perfectly Fine." that took you by surprise, what kind of question was that? of course it was about him.
"Did you see the show?" you asked, ignoring her question. He nodded.
"Everyone in the house was watching it, it was hard to ignore it," he shrugged and you hid a smile at the thought that Tuwaine and Harry were still supporting you. "You didn't answer my question, tho."
"It is, Tom," you nodded and bit your lip thinking carefully what you would say. "Everything it's about you."
"Y/N-"
"Let me finish, please," you could feel your voice cracking and you didn't know if you would hold out long, it was better to speak now than never. "It's just that," you sighed before continuing. "You looked so good on your social networks, you were even more active than ever on instagram. You were photographed every Friday night with a new girl," you started playing with your hands to calm your nerves. "You looked so perfectly fine while I was destroyed." you finally finished and felt a relief to let those words out. Tom processed every word in his head, he just wanted to taste your sweet lips again and get them back together. but he knew that if he wanted that, he had to confess his feelings as well.
"I was not fine," he lowered her gaze and her heart was beating fast. "Yeah, I made out with some girls, but they were very different from you, I didn't want them to look like you." he bit the inside of her cheek as he felt the tears come to her eyes. "And I know it's not romantic at all, but I couldn't be with someone like you, I didn't feel comfortable."
"And even if I kissed them, it was never the same, I didn't take them home because you didn't deserve that. You didn't deserve that I touched another person in such a short time." he ran his hands through his hair and dropped a few tears. "And the night of your last show, yeah, I went to a house party and I kissed another girl," his confession turned your stomach, remembering the pain you felt when you saw that hickey in his neck. "It was only because we didn't see each other often and I really missed you so much. and i know it's not an excuse but it's the best i have to tell you."
"Tom, let me-"
"I still love you and I don't think I love anyone else in my whole life." he said with some desperation. you could see in Tom's eyes that he was really telling the truth. I was really having a hard time just like you, he wasn't being arrogant or a dickhead, he was being real.
"Here," you took his hand in yours looking for his contact. "What if," you started rubbing your thumb against his hand. "I let you take me on a date and we can erase this." the boy's eyes lit up at this proposal.
"Yeah, yeah of course." he said quickly, releasing himself from your grasp to wipe his tears away. "Whatever you want, baby," he covered his mouth as he told you that nickname. "sorry, Y/N."
"It's fine, darling," you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"I still love you too."
So I want to start writing imagines and stuff like that. Any suggestions?
Whoever writes fan fic, please, and I beg you, write something ANYTHING with these fucking glasses and looks omg
