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Oh ok yeah thanks #57
taken for granted
a/n: this came out longer than expected, it’s almost 3000 words... this is probably super angsty, maybe... also, i’m going to work on ‘nothing can go wrong’ soon but i have to write two essays for school so i’m sorry if there is a delay... enjoy xx
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: swearing, angsty shit, fluff at the end, mob!tom is a dick
masterlist prompt list
57. “Stop pretending you’re okay ‘cause I know you’re not.”
Tom rarely spent any of his time with you now. He was always too preoccupied with his mobster duties. On rare occasions, he would join you in your shared bed, but by the time he arrived, you were already fast asleep. You always tried to fit with his schedule to at least say goodnight to him or wake up to see him by your side, but all your attempts failed. So when Tom said he had a free day, which he could have whenever he wanted seeing he was his own boss, you jumped at the opportunity.
You woke, bundled in the white sheets, yawning and stretching before looking to the usually empty space beside you. Tom laid there, curls tousled and chest heaving peacefully. You felt a warmth in your core, and you smiled.
You decided to get ready for your day with your boyfriend, preparing brunch and a list of things you could do together in your single day together.
things to do:
1. eat brunch together
2. go out on a romantic walk
3. have afternoon tea
4. come back home and make cookies together
5. watch a movie
6. make a surprise dinner for tom
7. snuggle and let the rest of the night flow as it goes
Tom sat up on the bed, stretching his arms while letting out a loud yawn. He hadn’t slept this well in a while.
A delectable aroma blew into the room, tickling his nose. He breathed in the scent, following it to its source. He stared at the table of his favorite foods displayed in front of him.
You entered the dining room holding another plate of food. You placed the platter neatly between two other plates, finishing off your first surprise for Tom.
“Christ, darling, what’s all this for?” Tom spoke.
You jumped, not realizing he had been standing there, “Oh my goodness, Thomas, you scared me,” you looked at the food, “It’s all for you. I wanted to make your day off enjoyable. Besides, we haven’t spent much time together in a while.”
He smiled, “I love you so much.”
Blushing, you replied, “I love you, too. Now let’s eat.”
Brunch was pleasant but awkward. You didn’t know what to talk about with him, so you resorted to staring at him while he ranted about problems. It wasn’t that you didn’t care for his problems, but you wanted this day to be about the both of you. You plastered a genuine smile on your face, though it began to falter.
“I was thinking that we could go out to town and just walk around, that is if you want,” you suggested when the two of you finished your meal.
“O-Oh, um, sure. Let me go get ready, love,” he walked over to you, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead before quietly thanking you.
His small signs of affection were enough to erase your worries. You told yourself you overreacted about him talking about himself at breakfast. He did care.
-
Hand in hand, you and Tom strolled through the crowded streets of Kingston upon Thames. You admired the beautiful city, feeling lucky to be able to live there.
More than you wanted, Tom’s attention went to his phone. He laughed and smiled at whatever was on his phone. He typed away, glowing with happiness.
You felt a pang of jealousy.
Who could be making Tom feel like this? He seems to be enjoying his day more with the person throw his screen than the one right beside him. You thought to yourself, grip loosening on his hand.
He didn’t notice the change, and you frowned. Your boyfriend was glowing with happiness, and you would be a bad girlfriend if you ruined it. You put on a fake smile, hoping it would convince him even though he hadn’t looked at you at all since brunch.
He cares, you convinced yourself.
“Um, Tom?” You asked, seeing the tea house you were planning to get afternoon tea at.
“Mhm?” His eyes were locked on his phone.
“I was thinking that we could get some afternoon tea. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” you tried to look him in the eyes, only to fail miserably.
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want,” he mumbled.
Still holding his hand, you pulled him to the building. The receptionist looked at Tom then to you, noticing the lack of attention he was giving you. You tried to smile it off, but she gave you a look of sympathy before bringing you to your table.
It was a shame Tom’s eyes were glued to the screen of his phone. The table you’d gotten had a perfect view of River Thames.
“Tom,” you squeaked.
He didn’t respond.
“Tom,” you said louder.
Still no answer.
“Tom,” you said in a demanding voice.
His head snapped up, “What?”
You sighed. This day was definitely going unexpectedly. The worse part about it all was that you wanted the day to be over. You were mad at yourself for that. He cares about you, so why couldn’t you care about him?
“D’you like how the day’s going?” You asked in a softer tone.
“Mhm, great,” he said flatly.
You didn’t know what else to say, so you let him go back to ogling his phone. You wanted to cry. The only day you had with him, wasted.
Tears filled your eyes, feeling ignored by Tom. To avoid tears from rolling down your cheeks and exposing your true feelings about how the day was going, you dismissed yourself to the ladies room.
Tom heard the rawness in your voice and looked up. Your head was down as you excused yourself. He carefully watched you as you quickly scattered away. He heard a sniffle but doubted that it came from you. You were the one who dragged him along, anyways.
-
You were thankful to be back home. You didn’t feel like preparing a grand dinner anymore. You felt like going to sleep and end the day.
Goddamnit, Y/N! Pull yourself together. He’s always putting you on top. You need to put him on top now, you scolded yourself.
Trying to muster up all the remaining sanity in you, you headed to the kitchen and worked away.
Hours passed as you prepared the meal. You made sure nothing went wrong, working slowly. With precision, you plated each meal. Your hands shook, and you droplets of sweat rolled down your forehead.
“Done,” you murmured to yourself, smiling.
Everything looked beautifully put together, as you were an amateur. You gave yourself a small pat on the back. Then it struck you. You missed some things on your list.
4. come back home and make cookies together
5. watch a movie
You slapped your forehead. Where had the time gone? You felt terrible. You missed a couple hours of spending time with your boyfriend. Hopefully the dinner would make up for it.
-
Unsurprisingly, dinner wasn’t much different from the rest of the day. You were thrown to the side while he enjoyed himself.
No, he hasn’t had the time to relax and enjoy himself in a while. I can’t blame him for that, you sighed, I just wish he would enjoy and relax with me.
“Thanks for the dinner, darling. It was... delicious,” he hesitated.
Your attention moved to him. You gave him a small smile, feeling slightly offended by his hesitation.
He left the room, moving to the living room. You were left to do all the dishes and work by yourself.
Great.
-
You stepped out of the shower, drying yourself off. You slipped on Tom’s oversized shirt, wearing a matching set of lingerie underneath. You hoped it was enough to grab his attention.
You heard murmuring downstairs. You walked down the stairs, seeing Tom on the couch with Tuwaine, Harrison, and Harry.
“H-Hello, boys,” you said, catching their attention. “Sorry about my - um - improper outfit. I didn’t know you’d be coming over.”
“S’alright, love. Mind getting us some wine, though?” Harrison asked, smirking.
“But-- I-- Sure,” you said pathetically.
You brought them four glasses and an expensive bottle of wine, opened of course.
You settled beside Tom, who inched away from you. It struck your heart.
“Don’t you think you should at least go get properly dressed before joining us?” He glared at you.
“O-Oh, sorry,” you whispered, feeling a tug at your heart. “I think I’ll be heading to bed now. Goodnight,” you announced, walking away in a rush.
You rushed up the stairs only to hear Tom complain, “She gets so clingy and annoying.”
Tears poured down your cheeks. A silent sob ripped from your lips. You ran to the room, tripping over yourself several times.
He didn’t care at all. He cares about himself. Only him, you realized.
-
“Mate, she’s your girlfriend. She cares about you. You shouldn’t say that shit about her,” Tuwaine said, feeling sympathy for the girl.
“It’s true, she’s been clinging to my ass all day,” Tom groaned.
“Have you gone out with her recently? Talked to her, at least?” Harrison asked.
Tom didn’t respond, keeping his eyes trained on the bottles of wine ahead of him. That answered enough.
“Tom, did you think that she just missed you?” Harry interrupted the silence.
“Just drop it, guys,” Tom snapped, starting to feel slightly guilty.
-
You laid in your shared bed, holding yourself in your arms. The blanket wrapped around your body as a shield.
Quiet sobs escaped your mouth, tears rolling onto your pillow. You were offended Tom would call you ‘clingy’ and ‘annoying.’ You tried so hard to make this day good for him, and he thinks you’re clingy.
You cried yourself to sleep that night, happy that Tom didn’t come to bed before you fell asleep for once.
-
Tuwaine, Harry, and Haz left after a couple wines. They tried to convince him to treat you better but only received the response, “Let’s talk about something else.”
Tom had seen his own faults after a long, irritating talk with the boys. He was being an ass to you for no reason.
He hurried up the stairs after putting all the dishes into the sink, hoping to catch you awake. To his dismay, you were already out. Tear streaks decorated your puffy face while some new tears slowly moved down your face.
He placed a pained kiss to your forehead. You stirred, moving into his familiar touch. A small smile danced on your lips. His hand moved to caress your cheek, admiring your beauty even when you were in pain.
Without waking you, he slid into the space beside you in bed. He held your waist, nuzzling his face in your neck. You pressed against him, attracted to the heat. He smiled and leaned to kiss your head again.
“Goodnight, darling,” he whispered before drifting to sleep.
-
You woke up with a pounding headache. You tried to sit up but something, or someone, held you down. You looked at the warm figure holding you and saw Tom with his arms wrapped around you. You felt a sting in your chest and tried to pull away.
You were able to maneuver out of his arms without waking him.
Dizzily, you made your way to the kitchen. You got yourself a cup of water and took some pain relievers. You plopped onto the couch lying on your side. Your legs tucked, and you curled your body into a ball. Without knowing, you fell asleep not too long after.
-
Tom noticed you were out of bed when he woke.
“Darling?” He mumbled, looking around.
With no response, he assumed you had gone to the kitchen for breakfast.
He dragged himself out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Surprisingly, you weren’t there. He saw a cup and pain relievers lying on the counter.
“Princess?” He looked around, still no sight of you.
He walked over to the dining room then to the living room. He saw your limp body on the couch, letting out soft sighs. You were cuddled into a tight ball, shivering from the cold. Picking up a blanket from the room, he draped it over your shaking body. He sat on the couch with you, rubbing your body warm over the blankets.
-
You felt a weighted cloth enrapture you, giving you warmth. Instinctively, you snuggled into it. A pressure rubbed up and down your arm, further warming you.
You opened your eyes to see Tom hovering over you. You looked closely at him, believing this to be your imagination. Under the sheets, you pinched yourself and felt sharp pains on your arms.
“Ow,” you mumbled.
“Are you alright, love?” Tom asked, worry flooding his features.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” you sat up and began to put some distance between the two of you.
“Where are you going?” He scooted closer to you until you had no where else to go.
“I gotta get ready. You should, too, ‘cause, y’know, work,” you fidgeted uncomfortably.
“Wait,” he grabbed your wrist as you began to walk away, “I don’t have to do anything today. I can stay with you.”
“No, it’s alright. Besides, there must be someone to interrogate today,” you snapped, pulling your wrist from his grip.
He didn’t know why your mood had changed. Just yesterday, you were so loving and warm to him.
Did you overhear him last night? He worried.
“Love,” he knocked on the door, “can I come in?”
He heard a couple of sniffles behind the closed door and frowned to himself.
“Just a sec,” you called out with a pained voice.
Tom could hear your tears in you voice and concerningly asked, “Are you okay in there?”
“Yeah, just fine,” you squeaked, slowly feeling your composure falter.
“Darling, open the door,” he demanded.
“Wait a moment, please,” you said too weakly.
“Open the do-”
“I will,” you snapped, “I’m trying to get ready, s’all,” you replied with a calmer tone.
You heard no response from him and expected that he left, so you jumped when the door was thrown open. The brunette stood in the doorway, staring at your red rimmed eyes.
“Tom, I’m fine,” you wiped away a stray tear, smiling, “See? Perfectly fine.”
“No, you’re not! Stop pretending you’re okay ‘cause I know you’re not,” he growled.
“It’s not much of your problem, is it?” You glared at him, beginning to lose your patience.
“Not much of my problem? How is my girlfriend not my problem? It’s my duty to protect and care for you. Why are you-” He was infuriated.
“Well I wouldn’t want to come off as too clingy! Maybe I don’t want to annoy you!” You shouted.
So you did hear him, Tom sighed.
Seeing the evident guilt and shock in his face, you continued, “That’s right, I heard it. You couldn’t’ve even waited for me to get back to the room! Some boyfriend you are,” you mumbled the end, pushing past him.
“Wait,” he called after you, “I didn’t mean what I said. It was just in the heat of the moment. I was just stressed with everything going with the mob.”
“Right,” you nodded unbelievably.
“Haz and them helped me see that I was the one in the wrong. I shouldn’t have called you that. I’m sorry, love, truly, very sorry,” he pouted at you.
“You really hurt me, Tom. I planned a whole day out for us yesterday. You ignored me for practically the entire day,” you hiccuped, a rush of disappointment filled you.
“I know. I’m so sorry, love. I was such an asshole. You deserve to be treated better. I’ll fix that, I swear. I’ll spend more time with you. We could go on dates again. I’ll even make sure that I’ll go to bed with you,” he carefully walked over to you as if you would run if he got too close.
“But how would I know if you were talking shit about me to your mob cronies?” You asked, doubtful to trust him.
“I’ll personally have Haz, Tuwaine, or Harry slap me if I do, but no need to worry, love, I won’t take you for granted anymore,” he placed a gentle kiss to your head, “Now, would you like to join me for a day of just us?”
You giggled, “No, I wouldn’t,” hurt filled Tom’s features, “I would love to.”
“You’re such a tease,” he chuckled, “but I love you for it.”
You smiled up at him, “I missed having you around, Tommy. I spent so many nights yearning for you.”
“No more nights like that, alright? I’m here til the end of the line,” he answered softly.
-
And so, Tom kept his word. Everything has changed. He became the same Tom that you had met at the coffee shop. You obviously still disagreed with him running the mob, but he would always reassure you, telling you that he wouldn’t leave you.
He didn’t did care after all. He cares about himself the both of us. Only him us, you realized.
deal | ncgw pt.1
a/n: first part of nothing can go wrong is out! hopefully this satisfies you guys, i personally love these kind of fics, though i don’t support it in irl relationships,,, i just love the angst :)... enjoy my loves xx
pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader
warnings: swearing, i’m ashamed of this part one :( hopefully you guys like it
masterlist prompt list
! teaser | pt.1 !
Wednesday came faster than you wanted. How could days pass by so quickly?
You had already planned an entire lesson plan for him for the month, seeing as you didn’t have much to do other than study. You squeezed as much as you could into one days of work. You didn’t plan on working with him for longer than 4 weeks.
You sat in the library, chin resting in the palm of your hand. It was 3:47 P.M., only 13 minutes before Tom’s lesson. You constantly looked around for the familiar brown curls but wasn’t successful. In the extra time, you pulled out your notebook, pencils and eraser, and textbook. You neatly sorted them onto the table. You checked your watch once again.
4:01 P.M.
You sighed. He was late. This wasn’t much of a surprise, more of a disappointment. You didn’t want to stay here any longer. You wanted to go back to your dorm and read in the comforts of your bed.
The seat ahead of you was pulled out and you looked up.
“You’re late,” you stated bluntly.
Tom rolled his eyes, “Sorry for having a life.”
“I have a life, but unlike you, I have to be financially stable to live.”
“I’m not spoiled, y’know?” He glared at you.
“Of course not,” you smiled bitterly. “Anyways, let’s get started. I don’t want to be here as much as you.”
You flipped the textbook open and began your lesson. You realized that his attention span was shorter than a 10 seconds, well that is when it comes to education, or maybe it was just you.
You handed him a list you had made him, “Your homework. I want to see all of it completed the next time we meet or I will assign more the next time,” you said sternly.
You rushed out of your seat and away from him as quick as possible, avoiding his complaints. You were relieved when you realized he hadn’t come after you. You could finally go back to your dorm and relax.
Tom stayed back in the library gaping at the list of homework you assigned him. 10 pages and about 250 questions in total. He mentally cursed at you.
He exited the library, list crumpled in his jean pocket.
“Hey, Tommy,” Tristan hopped out of nowhere, wrapping his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Whatcha doing in the library? Ran out of girls already? Scoping out your next fuck?”
“Fuck off, mate,” Tom smiled, pushing his friend off of him, “McGonagall forced me to take extra lessons in her class or she’d fail me. Bitch,” he spat.
“Who’s the tutor?” The caramel haired boy teased.
Tom rolled his eyes, “Nobody important. She spends most of her time cooped up in her dorm, anyways.”
Tristan thought back to any girl who left the library before Tom and one particular girl popped into his mind.
“Was she wearing a college t-shirt tucked into jeans shorts?” Tristan asked.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” Tom’s brow furrowed. Was his friend stalking him?
“Saw her leaving earlier. Seemed like she was in a rush,” he replied, lost in a train of thought.
“Okay...” Tom trailed, not knowing what to say. A smirk shone on Tristan’s face as he looked at Tom, raising Tom’s suspicion, “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I have a,” he thought for a second,” a proposition to make,” Tom nodded, signaling him to continue, “Get your tutor to fall in love with you. You have to get her into bed with you. Then, when she’s in deep, break her heart.” A sinister smiled rested on Tristan’s face.
“What do I get if I succeed?” A bet. Tom never lost, especially when it came to girls.
“You stay leader of the frat,” Tristan smirked.
“What’s in it for you?”
“I take your place as leader. I’ll even slip in $500 if you fuck her at least 3 times, but as long as you fuck her once it’ll be fine, you just won’t get the money,” he informed the brunette.
Tom smiled. This was too easy for him. Besides, he was too egotistical to give up this bet. If he denied it, it would make it look like the infamous frat leader had become soft.
“Deal.”
! next part coming soon !
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you lied
a/n: this is over 2000 words, so be warned... there are also going to be two different endings to this because i don’t know if i want to make it angst or fluff, teehee... i’ll leave the links at the end of this post :) but without further ado, enjoy the fic, my loves xx (also sorry for not updating for so long, school is a pain in the ass)
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: mentions of blood, angsty shit, swearing, mentions of fire arms/weapons
masterlist prompt list
You met Tom while you were on your morning jog. Your hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with bobby pins to hold down stray hairs. You were wearing a white sports bra paired with dark olive leggings. Earbuds were stuffed into your ears, muting the world out. Everything about the morning was normal -- normal streets, normal traffic, normal people -- that is until you jogged into a handsome stranger.
This handsome stranger was Tom.
That day, he gave you his number and set up a date with you. He complimented your figure, making you flush from embarrassment and admiration. You thought you looked hideous. Sweat was dripping from your forehead, and you were panting for air. Yet when you contradicted his compliment, he would bite back with more compliments.
Tom was the kindest, sweetest person you’ve ever met. He cared deeply for his friends and family. He’d literally risk it all to save his loved ones.
Something was kept hidden from you, though. Beneath the layers of his pure heart, he was a cold, ruthless yet cunning, man. He was the leader of the strongest mafia in London. Known for his skills, he was the most feared mobster.
To Tom, you were his life, his everything. He’d do anything for you. Ever since you ran into him on your jog, he made it his duty to make sure you were safe. You were his top priority, followed closely by relatives and friends. He didn’t want you to be in any danger, so he never told you about his business, but his plan failed miserably.
-
A bright smile was stretched across your face as you giddily got into your car. You were heading to Tom’s home, more so mansion, to surprise him.
He rarely brought you to his place, always insisting that your place was better. Never had it crossed your mind as suspicious, and to this day, it still doesn’t. Tom wasn’t a materialistic person and boasting about his belongings wasn’t something that he ever considered.
You drove into the driveway of the Holland Manor, admiring the design of the land. The home was gorgeous, as well as the drive to the front of the house. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach when you realized that you were almost before his doors. Only when you did see the doors, a sudden rush of nervousness filled your thoughts. The two of you had been dating for a little over 11 months now, but whenever you thought of or saw Tom, something inside you would snap. He was like a drug to you.
You neatly parked your car by the curb. Taking a few deep breaths, you stepped out of the vehicle and inhaled the fresh scent of the trees. You noticed men in black suits were standing beside the doors. They didn’t shift in their position.
These guys weren’t here before, were they? You thought.
Shrugging it off, you knocked lightly on the vast doors. No reply was given. You looked around for a doorbell but no where was it to be found. Choosing your last resort, you walked up to the black tuxedo-clad man standing to your right.
“Excuse me, sir?” You asked in a squeak. He grunted. “Is Tom Holland here?” He gave you an arched brow of suspicion. Quickly, you continued, “I’m his girlfriend, Y/N. I wanted to surprise him today,” even behind his black tinted shades could you tell that he was still eyeing you suspiciously, “I have his number and texts as evidence.”
“Let’s see it, then,” the man’s low voice vibrated in your ears.
You pulled out your phone and rushed to open your messages with Tom. Once you were successful, you thrust the screen into the man’s face. He scanned the messages and looked at the phone number. Finally satisfied, he pulled the door open with a harsh tug. Your mouth fell agape. You just needed to tug on the door.
Stepping into the building, you looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity. You noticed that there were more suited men patrolling the space.
Had something happened to Tom?
You rushed up the grand staircase to Tom’s room. You pushed the door open, but the room was empty. You turned to exit the room and accidentally walked into someone on your way out.
“Watch where you’re going,” a voice boomed.
You looked up at the person, meeting a pair of piercing blue eyes. You recognized his accent as the same as your boyfriend’s. You looked up at his caramel streaked brown hair, then back to his face. His jawline was defined like Tom’s.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” his voice broke your gaze.
You flushed and quickly looked away, “Ah- Sorry.”
“What were you doing in that room?” He was now eyeing you suspiciously, “Who are you?”
“I’m Y/N, Tom’s girlfriend,” you smiled as you said it.
He let out a dark chuckle, “Yeah, like I’d believe that. I would know if my best mate had a girlfriend.”
You felt a short lived pain in your heart. He didn’t tell his friend about your relationship?
“You’re coming with me,” the man grabbed your arms and held them together. His other hand patted you down, looking for something.
“W-What are you doing?” You asked nervously as he touched you.
“What d’you think?” Failing to find any weapons, he pulled out a sleek, black object. A gun.
You whimpered at the sight of it, trying to shift as far away from it as you could.
“Let’s go,” he growled, holding both wrists together behind your back.
You obliged, afraid of his power. You didn’t know what was going on.
As you put the pieces together, you realized: Tom was robbed.
Tears began rolling down your cheeks as you reached another large set of doors. The man behind you kicked the door open, gun still pointed at your head. A metallic smell stung your nose.
“Found this one looking through your room. Thought she could be working for Davis,” he said to the darkness.
A silhouette of what looked like a man came walking towards you. You were shoved into a chair, and a dim light lit up the room. The first thing you saw was a bloodied man tied to his chair. A loud sob ripped from your lips.
“Y/N?” A familiar British voice filled your ears.
Hesitantly, you looked in the direction which the voice came. You saw your brunette boyfriend standing ahead of you, fists covered in blood. You felt like you were going to be sick.
“What are you doing here?” Tom asked, checking if you were injured at all.
“You know this girl?” The other Brit sounded.
Tom murmured something to the man, and the man gasped.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“You know the hell why,” Tom snapped.
You started to feel faint. Why was Tom beating up some random guy in a dark room? What was he hiding from you? Did you even know who the real him was?
“Darling, look at me. Take deep breaths,” you tried, but you couldn’t. The smell of blood made you feel even worse. You gagged, “I know it doesn’t smell good, but I can’t have you fainting on me right now.”
“I- Leave. Leave now,” you managed to say.
“Haz, get her out of here,” the rest he said in a whisper so you couldn’t hear.
You felt someone lift you from your seat and carry you out of the room. You were lightly dropped onto a soft cushion.
“I’m so sorry about earlier. I really didn’t know,” a soft voice said to your dazed figure.
“S’alright,” you murmured without realizing.
It took you a while to regain your state of normality, but when you did, everything came rushing back to you. Tom had beat someone almost to their death. His best friend stuck a gun to your head.
You shot up from your seat. You turned on your heal and rushed to get out of the house.
“Where are you going?” Haz asked you.
“I remembered that I left something back at my flat. I need to go get it, but don’t worry, I’ll be back,” you lied urgently, hoping to get out as fast as possible.
“Why are you in such a rush?” He eyed you as he did before, reading you like a book.
“I’m not in a rush,” you scoffed, “Just want to get my...” you contemplated for a moment, “my gift for Tom as quick as possible.”
“Nice try, darling,” he rolled his eyes. His eyes scanned your face, “You’re afraid,” tears began to pile in your eyes, “He’s never told you about this, hasn’t he?” You shook your head, no, “Oh, darling, come here.” He opened his arms and gave you a sympathetic smile.
Without hesitance, you rushed into his arms, crying into his white shirt. Although you were still afraid of him, you couldn’t help but hug him. You needed comforting at the moment, and no one else was here to do so.
“It’s alright. I understand how you feel. When I found out my father was in this...” he thought for the right word, “business, I reacted much like you, except for the running away part.”
You sniffled into his shirt, “I-I’m afraid.”
“I know you are, love, but Tom will come out and explain everything to you,” he gently stroked your hair.
You flinched at Tom’s name, “No. I want to go, and I want to go now.”
Harrison sighed, “Alright. I shouldn’t be letting you run, but I’m nice,” a small giggle slipped from your lips, “Stay safe, alright?” You nodded, ecstatic to be leaving.
Before you left, you remembered you never caught his name, “Um- Haz?” He hummed in response, “I never really caught your full name...”
“Oh, right. I’m Harrison Osterfield, but my friends call me Haz,” he smiled.
“Are we friends?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.
“Whatever you want, darling,” he felt himself melting under your adorable gaze. It was just too hard to resist.
“Alrighty, Hazza. We are friends now,” you said, amusement glazing your tone.
He chuckled and told you to go if you still wanted to leave. Sadly, you went your way, leaving Harrison to watch as you grew into a smaller dot with each step you took.
-
You waved goodbye to the man who helped you into the home and rushed back to your car. You started the vehicle as fast as your body allowed and zoomed off. You didn’t even look back to admire the beautiful property. The only thing on your mind was getting out of there.
You’d been dating practically a stranger for 11 months. It was all a facade. Who knows what he would’ve done to you if the two of you got into a fight.
-
That night, as you cuddled in bed, flashes of the bloodied man and Tom’s bloodied fists filled your mind. You were constantly pinching yourself awake to avoid the visions. Occasionally, in your dazed state, your mind wandered to Tom, thinking about what he was doing at the moment, but you always slapped yourself on the cheek to snap out of it.
-
Back at the Holland Manor, Tom was punching things left and right. He was mad at Harrison for letting you run away. He was mad at himself for keeping this a secret from you for so long. He was just afraid that other competing mobsters would kidnap you and use you against him.
His hands pulled at his curls in frustration. He couldn’t stop seeing the look of fear on your face you’d given him back in his office. You looked so terrified for your life, yet he could still see the concern for him bubbling in your eyes.
Tom couldn’t stand the guilt, so he drove to your flat at 2:18 in the morning.
-
You heard a knocking at the door and felt your stomach drop. Who would be at the door at this time?
Then, you heard a muffled voice.
“Darling, it’s me, Tom, please let me in.”
You stayed put in your bed, ignoring the pulling in your chest that told you to open the door.
Less than a minute later, you heard the door click open. The pounding in your chest became quicker and louder. This time, it wasn’t sympathy, it was fear. You reached for the pepper spray hidden in the corner of your room and quietly backed into the furthest corner to the door and closest to the window. You unlocked the hinges of your window, prepared for the escape.
Your bedroom door creaked open and a familiar face peaked in from the crack. You felt yourself automatically relax, but you kept the pepper spray up.
Tom stepped into your room, hands in the air, “I’m not going to hurt you, love, I just came to explain.”
He tried moving closer to you, but you yelled, “Don’t come any closer!”
He flinched from your tone and the pain that struck his heart.
“Explain from there,” you nudged your head to the other side of the bed.
“If it makes you feel safer, then I will,” he stepped behind the bed. “Look, love, what you saw earlier wasn’t me just beating up some random guy-”
“It sure looked like it! Blood was on your fists, Tom. Your fists! Not yours but his,” you yelped, realizing how bad it sounded out loud.
“I know, love, I know, but I have a reason for it,” he tried to explain in a calm tone.
“You have a reason for beating someone up? Like what? Did he make you mad? Did he hurt your ‘wittle’ heart? You have no-”
“I do! I’m a fucking mobster, all right? Not just any. No, I’m the strongest mobster in London!” He shouted at you.
You whimpered at his temper, afraid that he would hurt you. Your arms faltered but stayed frozen in place. You scrunched up your face and closed your eyes, leaning into the wall as much as you could.
“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.
! angst ending | fluff ending !
you lied / end it all | angst ending
a/n: this is one alternate ending to the fic ‘you lied,’ so if you want, you can check out the fluffy ending at the link below! also read ‘you lied’ first because this is the ending... enjoy xx
warnings: one swear word, big time angst
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! you lied read first | fluff ending !
“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.
“Well it’s a little late for that isn’t it,” you snapped, face glowing red with rage.
“I know I shouldn’t’ve lied to you, but I really do love you, I swear,” he looked at you solemnly.
“I don’t doubt that, but you lied to me for 11 months. Hell, I even thought about moving in with you and marrying you and having children with you!” You spat, disgusted by the idea.
“We can still have that future. Just put down the pepper spray and come with me,” he said slowly, cautious to not trigger you to spray him.
“I’m not going to marry someone who murders people when they get mad! And I’m sure as fuck that I would never have children with you! I wouldn’t want my children to grow up like you: a monster,” you glared at him.
Tom felt his heart shatter into a million pieces in his chest. He never imagined you ever being this cruel and cold-hearted. To him, you were always sunshine and rainbows. He wanted the same future with you as you imagined, but he ruined it all by lying.
“All right,” he finally gave in, “you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”
“Ye-Yeah, go! Go back to whatever torture you were performing because I don’t care! I-I never cared! Leave,” you laughed at his back, lies slipping through your lips.
“Don’t go, please don’t. I love you, too. I do care, a lot at that. Stay.”
It was too late. The time you spent together and wondering about your future were all a waste. It’s crazy how one lie can end it all.
missing him
a/n: i kinda cried while i wrote this, so hopefully you guys cry while you read this... i got the inspo from another fic i read on like wattpad, i think.. i hope it’s sad enough... enjoy the angst xx
warnings: mAJOR angst, one swear word, it’s actually kind of really sad, fluff at the end so...
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4 months. It has been 4 months since you last saw Tom. He left to film Cherry in Ohio, leaving you back at your shared home in London. At the beginning, Tom stayed in contact with you, calling everyday to tell you goodnight or how much he missed and loved you. Slowly, though, he began to call less and less to not at all. You didn’t blame him. He was filming a movie in which he starred in, after all, but it still negatively affected you.
After weeks of not getting any texts or calls from Tom, you finally received a text from him saying “soon.” You lit up. Tom was coming back, back to you. There’d be no more nights of your silent sobs and cuddling with his pillow.
But when was “soon?” Soon could mean one more month. It could also mean one week.
You checked your phone for any other notifications from Tom, but the single worded text was the only thing you received. No “I miss you” or “I love you” sent.
You shut off the light to your shared room, scurrying into the comfort of your bed. Placing your phone onto your bedside table, you closed your eyes, not in the mood to cry yourself to sleep that night.
-
The door clicked open. You heard shuffling headed towards your room. Another click. His scent. It filled your senses and tears filled your closed eyes. You felt the bed dip under his weight, and he laid beside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. It smelled so real. It felt so real.
What a cruel dream, you sighed sadly to yourself.
You could feel every line of his abs and curves of his muscular arms. You could even feel the gentle kisses he was placing to your hair. Tears ran down your cheeks and a silent sob left your mouth. A warm finger wiped them away.
“Open your eyes, darling, I’m here,” his voice filled your ears. It sounded all too real. Your mind was playing a pitiless joke on you.
“You’re not here. You’re just a figment of my imagination. It’ll only hurt more if you open your eyes, Y/N,” you cried out loud.
Tom eyed you with pain. You looked so fragile, so weak, almost like an empty shell. You were holding onto the edge of a cliff, close to falling. He hated that he brought this pain upon you. He hated that he didn’t stay in contact with you as he promised.
“I’m real, love, I’m real. I’m right here. You can touch me. can’t you?” A pleading tone in his voice, hoping you’d open your eyes to see the truth.
“I wish he were here.” you sobbed, tears rapidly running down your face, “I miss you so much, Tommy, it’s so hard to be here without you,” you sniffled.
“But I am here, Y/N/N, you just need to open your eyes,” Tom’s eye began to water, hearing the pain in your voice.
You could still smell and feel him. You assumed you were cuddling with his pillow like always. His scent must’ve started this torture.
You tried to push the pillow away from you, still half asleep. The pillow wouldn’t budge, though. If anything, somehow the pillow was moving closer to you and gripping onto you.
“Please just open your eyes, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you heard his voice whimper.
Finally, your eyes fluttered open. You looked up, eyes locking with his new buzz-cut hair. Your eyes slowly trailed down, reaching his face. Your hand moved from its position to poke him on the cheek. The skin of the area dipped.
He was here. Right now. Back with you.
“T-Tommy,” you said breathlessly.
“I’m here, love, I’m here,” his eyes softened when he saw relief wash over your features.
You sobbed into his shoulder, “I missed you so much. I-I felt so alone for so long, but you’re here now.”
“I missed you, too. I’m so sorry, love, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. It’s all my fucking fault,” he groaned, frustrated with himself.
“It’s not your fault, Tommy. You didn’t know this would affect me like this. I’m sorry for overreacting.”
“You didn’t overreact, my love, your reaction was perfectly understandable. I’m never leaving you here alone ever again, alright?” Tom said seriously.
You nodded, too busy breathing in his scent and relishing in the fact that he was back. For so long, you held onto his pillow, something that never satisfied your sleepless nights, but now, with Tom back, everything was as it should’ve been.
“You know I love you, right?” Tom’s groggy voice spoke into your hair.
“I do, and I love you, too.”
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stay away from me
a/n: if this has many errors in it, i’m sorry, i wrote this while i was half-asleep... alright i’m sleeping, goodnight x
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: angst, infidelity, swearing
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You excitedly skipped to Tom’s office, having a surprise set up for him. You reached the doors of the room and lightly knocked on the door.
No response,
You pressed your ear against the door and knocked again. You heard a muffled noise coming from inside and chose to open the door.
The sight you saw before you broke your heart.
Tom was pounding another woman on his desk.
A loud sob ripped from your lips, catching Tom’s attention. The moment you locked eyes with him, you ran off in hurt, disgust, betrayal.
“Y/N, wait!” You heard him call after you.
You didn’t listen. You kept your pace and rushed to back to your vehicle, but you were too late.
“Y/N, please,” Tom’s hand grabbed your wrist.
Quickly, you snatched your arm out of his grip. Looking at him disgusted you. The man you trusted with your life had just cheated on you with some- some- some slut!
“I’m sorry, I- she just offered herself to me, and I haven’t gotten some from you in a while, seeing as you’re so busy now-” he began.
You scoffed, “Don’t blame this on me. Don’t blame it on that girl. This is on you.”
“I know, but I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again. Just please down leave me, I can’t lose you,” he tried to step closer to you, but you only stepped further away from him.
“Stay away from me,” you hissed, “And besides, you lost me when I saw you fucking that other girl.” You spoke your final words and got into your car, locking it immediately. You could see Tom complaining from the corner of your eye, but you pulled out of the position you were in as fast as you could.
Tom stared longingly at your car as you became a smaller dot the further you drove away.
the worst of you
a/n: sorry for not updating for a while, i’ve been more tired than ever before... this song sparked this idea for a fic so hopefully it’s good and you enjoy it... lots of love xx
pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader
warnings: toxic/unhealthy relationship, angst
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You promise it's different You swear that you listened I don't mind if you didn't 'Cause I just love the sound of your voice You role-play the good guy, lemon juice your white lies But I see 'em in the sunrise
“This is all different, babe. I swear I’ve been listening to you,” Tom placed his hands on your arms.
You couldn’t care if he didn’t listen, you just loved hearing the sound of his voice. You knew he was a complete fake, roleplaying the good guy. He tried to cover up his white lies but they always shone through either way.
You got me right in the palm of your hand and you know it Oh, it's what you do So let me drown, I'll be there with the band Hit the sea bed, all I'd see is you
You were whipped and the both of you knew it. You were vulnerable and easily manipulated when it came to Tom. He knew he had power over you, so he abused the power.
It’s what he does, you sighed to yourself, but he’s all that I can think about.
So give me your worst excuses, any reason to stay Give me your lips that taste of her, I'd kiss them again I'd rather you walk all over me than walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway
Whenever he came back late, you already knew where he had been, though you did care about his feeble excuses. You wanted to hear all of his excuses. They were reasons to stay.
You pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his. You could taste another girl on them mixed with alcohol. You didn’t mind it, as long as you could kiss him you’d be fine. You’d let him walk all over you instead of walk away and leave you.
You wanted him, all of him. Even if he gave you the worst of him, you’d still take him.
-
One night, you asked him to bring you to a party with him. He was hesitant about it. Like always, he tried to find excuses to keep you from going.
“I won’t be a burden, promise,” you smiled softly.
He sighed, giving in. He brought you to the frat house, which was overflowing with people. He led you to the emptiest couch he could find and left.
You could see Tom laughing with his friends. You smiled to yourself, happy to see that Tom was happy. Girls began to pile on your boyfriend, but you promised you wouldn’t bother him. Besides, he was still yours. You were the one he came back to almost every night.
We make up, but I know we'll fistfight Through iPhones, my left hook a no-show 'Cause I'll just keep letting you win But baby, the truth is I make your excuses You let me down and I'm used to it
Fights weren’t as frequent in your relationship, seeing as you gave Tom all the freedom in the world, but when you did fight, you’d have make up sex. That wasn’t the end of the fight, though. He would text you angry messages, putting you down. You never fought back. You let him win.
Your friends and family asked why you stayed with Tom. They could see into the cracks of your relationship. You’d always make excuses to defend the brunette.
Tom, on the other hand, hadn’t even told his family about you. You were put down by it but you didn’t force it upon him. You were used to the disappointment.
Another night, another dotted line I sign my heart away to you Some call it foolish, guess I'll call it art
You signed your heart to Tom. You knew it was a one-sided relationship, but you’d rather gain a relationship with him than feel the pain of losing him. It was like selling yourself to the devil: you got what you want in the short-term but costs you in the long-term.
Many people called you foolish for staying in the toxic relationship but you liked to call it art. Moreover, when one looks at art, they might have an immediate emotional attachment to it, like you with Tom. You were emotionally attached to the British brunette.
“Just give me the worst of you because I’ll want you anyway.”
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
a/n: hi! sorry for not updating recently... i haven’t been doing well mentally recently, so sorry for the inactivity... i’m trying my hardest to write but i can’t seem to find the inspiration, but luckily i forced myself to write this for you guys... i hope you are all doing well and enjoy this angsty fic xx
pairing: fwb!tom x reader
warnings: angst to fluff uwu, mentions of sex, swearing
italics is flashback
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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.”
Can u pls do a tom imagine with prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48
for the best
a/n: depending on how this does, i will make a part 2 to it, so stick around... this is the first richkid au i’ve ever written and it doesn’t really feel much like it, more so like mob but not really... enjoy my lovelies xx
pairing: richkid!tom x reader
warnings: a pinch of fluff in the beginning, AnGsT, heartbreak, );
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2. “Close the door.”
12. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”
15. “Watch me.”
20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”
48. “Walk out that door and we’re through.”
The Hollands hosted a weekly party on every Friday night, and you, being Tom’s girlfriend, always attended by his side. He spoiled you with piles and piles of luxuries, all to which you declined. You didn’t want to seem like a gold digger. Your family wasn’t as rich as the Hollands, but your family was in the upper-middle class.
Tom always gave you a new dress to wear to the party, making excuses to convince you to accept it. Usually he would use money, but ever since you slapped some sense into him, he never touched his wallet around you unless it was to necessary.
This week, he gave you a red satin dress with a deep v-neck and a cinched waist. The skirt flowed to the floor, a slit decorating the front. Although the dress looked like it would be a hassle to put on, it slipped onto you as easily as a glove. You wore nude heels and dangling diamonds earrings Tom had given you to tie the outfit together. You curled your hair to perfection and placed a section over your left shoulder.
“You ready, love?” Tom knocked on the door.
Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you added a light layer of setting spray over your bold makeup look and replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”
You heard the door click open, “Wow,” a soft voice spoke.
Turning around, your eyes met your lover’s dilating pupils. You blushed at his reaction and made your way over to him.
“So, lover boy, are we going or are you going to keep ogling me?” You asked seductively, gently grazing his chest as you walked past him.
“I can’t help it, love,” his voice was hoarse with lust, “you’re absolutely stunning.”
Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I just know how to put the right pieces together, silly. Now, let’s crash this party!”
You swayed your hips as you walked over to the ballroom. The dress added a seductive effect, making Tom feel his pants tighten. He readjusted his tie and gulped, turning a faint red.
“Get a grip, Tommy,” you laughed at the hormonal boy, “you’ve got guests to entertain.”
He rushed to pull the door open for you, politely bowing and signaling for you to enter. Thanking him, you entered the room, gaining a few stares and glances from the guests. Tom walked in behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back, urging you forward.
“Oh,” Tom caught sight of his family, “I’ve gotta go, love. Stay safe, alright?”
“When am I not?” You smiled up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek before letting him walk away.
“Y/N L/N,” a voice spoke from behind you.
Your hair elegantly flowed as you turned to face the familiar voice, “Hazza?”
“How’d you know?” He chuckled.
“You’re so stupid,” you giggled.
“So, Tom left you all alone again?” He grabbed two champagne glasses of a passing waiter’s tray, handing a drink to you.
“He has to. Besides, it doesn’t bother me, especially since I know some people here, like you,” you smiled gently.
-
An hour passed and Tom was still going around and talking to the guests. This wasn’t the longest amount of time that he left. Luckily, Harrison was kind enough to stay with you the entire time.
You and Haz were in a conversation, talking about your golfing fails it was mostly Haz laughing at you. The sweet accented voice of your boyfriend lightly met your ears but what he had said was incoherent. That was until he moved closer.
“Welcome, Aurelia, darling. It’s been a while,” his voice cut off.
Harrison noticed your sudden change in mood. He looked around to see if there were any hints to the difference, and when he saw Tom kissing Aurelia’s hand, he realized why you were suddenly so cold.
Aurelia and Tom had a history. They were past lovers and initially arranged to get married, but you changed both the Hollands’ and Beaumonts’ plans. Aurelia grew to dislike you. In the Beaumonts’ standards, you weren’t rich enough to have any of their attention. Tom was truly in love with her, but you were something else. Tom would feel euphoria whenever he was with you. Aurelia thought that she and Tom were meant for each other, so she was absolutely heartbroken when she found out they wouldn’t be getting married.
“Tommy! Let’s have a drink. Just you and me, lover boy,” you cringed when you heard her call Tom the nickname you called him only hours ago.
“Alright,” his sultry voice responded.
You felt a twinge of betrayal hearing his response. You couldn’t help but be jealous of his past relationship with her. They were in love, accepted by all.
Tears pricked your eyes. You ruined their relationship selfishly to give yourself something that was never yours to take.
“Y/N,” Haz breathed pitifully, seeing your eyes gloss over.
Blinking away the tears, you plastered a fake smile onto your face, “It’s alright, Hazza,” you said with faux serenity. “Please excuse me.”
You made your way over to Tom and Aurelia, the fake smile still plastered across your face. They were laughing and enjoying themselves,
They really did look like the perfect couple.
“Pardon me, Aurelia,” you said quietly from behind the couple, “may I borrow Tom for a minute or two? I promise to return him as soon as I’m finished talking with him.”
Tom turned around to face you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Aurelia had a look of hatred and jealousy on her face when she saw you.
Faking a giggle, she kindly replied, “Of course. There’s no need to worry, I’ll be here waiting.”
You silently thanked her and dragged Tom to the bathroom.
“What’s wrong, love?” Tom asked, looking concerned.
“Close the door,” you whispered.
“Alright, but we can’t do anything just yet. I still have more walking around to do tonight. Unless, do you want me to-” you raised a finger, silencing him.
“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, eyes avoiding Tom’s gaze.
“What? What are you sorry for?” He asked a panicked tone in his voice.
“You and Aurelia are made for each other,” you said, eyes locked to the floor.
“What? Aurelia? You’ve got it all wrong. We,” he signaled to the both of you, “We are made for each other. We’re soulmates.”
“No, we’re not! Aurelia is. I was being selfish, and I broke apart your perfect relationship,” tears rolled down your cheeks.
“Y/N-” he began.
“Don’t. You have a future with her. I wouldn’t get you anywhere. Besides, you have a history with her,” you sulked, saying the last bit with a pang of jealousy.
“You’re still going on about that? Are you never going to let that go?” His voice rose with anger.
“I won’t let it go because if it weren’t for me, you’d still be together today, wouldn’t you be? Hell, you’d probably married her by now. I’m right, aren’t I?” Your faux serenity began cracking.
He didn’t reply, now avoiding your gaze.
“I want an answer, goddammit!” Tears flew from your eyes.
“Y/N-” he tried.
“Stop avoiding the question! Just answer it,” you snapped.
He couldn’t look at you. You were right after all. He would probably be married to Aurelia now if it weren’t for you, but you were a blessing in disguise.
“Just as I thought,” you sighed, “I’ll return all of your gifts to me as soon as I can.”
“W-What do you mean?” He asked, fearing what you would say next.
“I’m leaving, Thomas. Enjoy your evening,” you reached towards the doorknob, but his hand gripped your wrist.
“Y/N, if you walk out of that door, we’re through,” Tom said, hoping you’d stay.
“Thank you for the memories, Thomas, but watch me.”
And with that, you ripped your arm from his grasp, leaving him to sulk alone in the bathroom.
It’s for the best.
Hi, i love your other writings on Tom Holland, could i request 92 & 93 from the prompt list please? 💌
fractured trust and broken friendships
a/n: this was supposed to be posted last night, but I accidentally fell asleep... luckily i was almost done... thank you to @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh for being so active and giving me motivation to continue ♡ hope you guys enjoy this angsty fic!
pairing: bestfriend!tom x reader
warnings: TRIGGER WARNING! panic attack, mentions of sex, swearing, tom’s a jerk in this one, a pinch of fluff if you count it as really
italics are your thoughts and in between the “-“ is a flashbacks
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92. “I was a bet?”
93. “I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”
You rushed to your first class of the day, maneuvering your way through the empty halls. You'd woken up late due to your alarm not sounding, so you only had less than 10 minutes to get ready and make it to school on time. Unfortunately for you, you lived on your own without any source of transportation except for the pair of legs attached to your body. You ended up running to school with a heavy backpack painfully slapping against your back with each step.
You slowed to a fast walk, recognizing the corner you turned everyday to get to class. A voice sounded from the corner.
“So, did you do it, Tommy?” A high-pitched voice asked.
You wondered who would’ve ditched class with the name “Tommy.”
“Yeah, mate, or were you too pussy to?” A male’s voice sounded.
You knew it was wrong to listen in, but you were unintentionally listening.
“The only pussy here is you, Williams,” a familiar voice responded, “and yes, I did do it. It was easier than I thought. Now, pay up.”
That voice. It sounded too familiar. It couldn’t be...
“Can’t believe you actually got Y/N to fuck you,” another voice laughed.
The mention of your name made you sick. Someone bet on you? It wasn’t possible, though. You were a virgin only until recently. Your best friend, Tom, had taken it from you last week.
No. It can’t be him.
“I was shocked, too. She was practically jumping to get with me,” the voice chuckled, growing louder.
You realized that they were rounding the corner, and your anxiety spiked. You felt your chest tightening, and you felt lightheaded. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. You stumbled backward, reaching for support. Any support.
Slow breath in, slow breath out. You chanted to yourself.
You could hear the loud, rapid thumps in your chest. You gasped for air, slamming against the lockers, creating an echo of metal.
“What the fuck was that?” The voice was muffled by your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
You tried to stand, but your body collapsed beneath you. This was one of your worst episodes.
“Y/N,” a panicked voice shouted.
You felt a warm presence envelop you.
“Y/N, listen to my voice. Slow breathes,” you could feel something rising and descending against your arm, and you followed the pattern.
Gradually, you regained control over your emotions and actions. You looked up to see who helped you, and it was just the man you were dreading to see. He looked down at you with a warm smile and welcoming eyes. You snapped your eyes shut and composed yourself.
Reopening your eyes, you pushed Tom away and dizzily stood up. He looked at you the way he always would when you were together: with compassion and empathy.
“Are you okay? That was one of the worst attacks I’ve ever seen you have,” he spoke gently.
“I was a bet?” You wanted to ask, but nothing sounded.
His voice rang in your ears. It brought back memories of the night you shared together.
-
“Are you sure you want this?” Tom asked, voice raspy.
“Yes, please, Tommy,” you panted.
He slowly slid into you, letting you adjust to his size. You winced, sharply inhaling.
“Are you okay?” He paused, mindful that it was your first time.
“Mhm, just need time to get used to it,” you replied, breathing deeply.
-
“I-I’m fine,” you backed away from him and his friends, feeling manipulated.
“Are you sure? You’re shaking,” he stepped forward, reaching an arm towards you.
“Stop,” you yelped, slapping his arm away, “Don’t touch me,” you hissed through grit teeth.
“Y-Y/N/N?” He asked, brows furrowing.
“I need to get to class, so if you’ll excuse me,” you said, picking up your backpack.
You pushed past the girl beside Tom. She wore a yellow gingham, spaghetti strapped crop top paired with light washed, belted paper-bag shorts.
How she didn’t get dress-coded, you’ll never know, nor did you care.
She scoffed and held her shoulder in offense.
“Tommy, she hit me,” the girl whined.
You rolled your eyes and walked off, trying your best to ignore the snickers from Tom’s other friends.
As you turned to corner, you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you. Assuming it was a teacher, you plastered a fake smile onto your face and made a liable excuse, but when you turned around, you came face to face more like face to chest with your “best friend.”
“What’s wrong?” He asked, confusion etched on his features.
“Nothing,” you took a deep breath, trying to keep your temper in check.
“I know something’s wrong, so tell me,” he demanded, grabbing your shoulders with his hands.
“Let go of me,” you ripped away from his hold.
You were fuming. How dare he act like he wasn’t just laughing about taking your virginity and, not to mention, making money from it, as well.
“What the he-” he began.
“You! You’re the problem,” he looked at you as if you had slapped him across the face which you wish you did. “I overheard you and your friends earlier. You think it’s funny to play girls like that? Even worse, you have the guts to take her virginity, too? Unlike you, I’d like my first time to be special and not paid for,” you spat.
You turned to walk away when you felt a sudden surge of confidence shoot through you.
“You know what, Thomas? You are a pussy. You’re weak enough to let your reputation get to you and strip away one of your friends. If I knew that you were this egotistical manipulator sooner, I would’ve abandoned you years ago.”
You saw a flash of hurt in his teary eyes.
“Fucking grow up. We’re going to college soon, not kindergarten. I can’t believe I was such a fool. I let you use me.
“I thought I could trust you, Tom. You were my best friend, my partner in crime. You were supposed to be beside me until the end. I trusted you with my life.
“I let you be my first because I thought- I thought... Nevermind. I’m such a fucking idiot for thinking that you would ever fall for me.”
“Y/N/N, I-” he frowned.
“I don’t want to hear it. This is the end of our friendship, so don’t talk to me ever again,” and with that, you turned your back towards him and walked away, leaving him to regret ever considering the bet.
a stupid mistake
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a/n: sorry for the month long hiatus... i’ve been stress recently with not having many friends and moving along with my school,,, it’s also my first anniversary of starting this tumblr so look out for that (it should be this friday i think)... enjoy the angsty fic ♥︎
pairing: mob!tom x reader
warnings: cursing, sO much AngSt, slight slut-shaming, light violence, pure fluff at the end uwu
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It all started with your forgetfulness. You were stressed and worried because of Tom. You knew how dangerous it was for him to be running the strongest mob in England. Worries littered your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but be forgetful.
You didn’t understand how Tom could’ve gotten so infuriated about you forgetting to lock the front door of your flat. Yes, you knew he was only caring for your well-being, but his reaction was excessive.
“Fuck, Y/N, you could’ve gotten into serious danger! What if a rival mob came here and took you away? Do you realize how careless you’re being?” Tom shouted at you, fists clenched.
You looked at him with wide, watering eyes, “I-It was just a stupid mistake. Besides, I’m still here, aren’t I?”
He scoffs, laughing at your counter. A hand moves from his hips and runs through his gelled, brunette locks. He saunters over to the fireplace, looking at the picture frames of moments you shared together. With another chuckle, he sent the frames crashing to the floor.
You flinched at the resonating sound.
“A stupid mistake,” he whispers to himself, “Would it’ve been stupid if someone kidnapped you and used you against me?”
You opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by his seething stare.
“I know that you’re still here. You got lucky, so what? Do you want them to take you away? Are you with me to whore around with other mobs?” He spat.
You looked up at your boyfriend, hurt accented your features.
“I would never use anyone to whore around, especially not with you. I can’t believe you would even say that. Out of all people, I’d think you’d know me best. I guess I was wrong,” you murmured the end, arms hugging yourself.
You heard his footsteps approaching you. Your eyes were trained on the crystal droplets on the wooden floor. Tears were uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks and onto the ground. When you knew Tom wasn’t looking, you would quickly wipe them away. To your dismay, you knew his eyes were locked on you, giving you leeway to dry your tears.
“I don’t think you should be talking back to me,” he gripped one of your arms tightly, “I’ve given you everything you could dream for, and this is how you repay me? By making yourself a free target?”
“I’m sorry, I forgot,” you spoke weakly.
“You forgot? You have nothing to do. You’re living your life off of me. You can do whatever the hell you want, whenever you want. So, please, tell me how you could forget a task as simple as locking the door?” He placed a finger at your chin, forcing your red-rimmed eyes to meet his.
Your lips shook as you said nothing but stared into his raging eyes. Whoever this man ahead of you was, it certainly wasn’t your boyfriend. Your Tom. This Tom was the man behind mysterious disappearances and stomach turning murders.
This wasn’t an argument between to lovers anymore; it was an interrogation between a surprised victim and the devil.
A whimper escaped your lips, following strings of sobs. Your tears flowed freely, drenching your face. You closed your eyes to avoid the man’s stare, but it was all you could see.
You could feel his grip loosen and took the opportunity to run. You bolted up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and made sure to lock it.
You could hear his loud footsteps nearing the door and decided to reinforce the door by placing a chair against it. Feeling slightly secured, you jumped into your bed and buried yourself under the sheets.
A gentle knock sounded, “Y/N, darling?”
You pulled your pillow into the sheets and wrapped your head with it, attempting to block out his voice.
Tom was the last person you wanted to think about at that moment and time, but he was stuck in your mind. His piercing stare was engraved in your memory.
Another knock.
“Love? If you can hear me, I’m sorry. I overreacted. I really love and care for you and knowing that you’re in danger because of me breaks my heart. I’m so sorry if I scared you earlier. Please open the door,” he spoke softly.
You pulled the pillow harder and squeezed your eyes shut, holding back your tears. You were silently begging for him to leave you alone. Fortunately, after waiting a bit longer, you were met with complete silence.
The silence was disturbed by the faint sound of key jangling and a chair scraping against the floor.
You scrunched yourself into a tighter ball as if it would shield and hide you.
“Y/N?” Tom looked at the lump on the bed.
You heard rustling and felt the bed dip under his weight. A light hand was placed on your shoulder and began to stroke you in an attempt to comfort you.
“I’m really, truly am sorry. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I’m just worried about you. If anything happens to you, it’s on me. It’s because I failed to protect you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing you got hurt because of me.” Failing to get a response from you, he continued, “I don’t deserve you. You’re a blessing in disguise, my blessing in disguise. I remember those dark days before I met you. Training drained all of my energy and left me feeling weak and unworthy of life. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror whilst getting ready. Everything felt dull. Then, I met you. You brought the happiness back into my life. I felt so... so complete, so full of life. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if I’d even be here, today. You saved me. You, the love of my life.”
You relaxed under him and peeked your head out under the sheets. You looked at him with soft, admiring eyes. He looked back at you with adoring eyes, flashing you a gracious smile.
“Please believe me, love. I know I hurt you, and I know what I said was wrong, but I love you with all my heart. You can leave me if you want; it’s what I deserve, anyways,” his eyes filled with tears, and he looked away, avoiding your gaze.
As a tear rolled down his cheek, you reached out and wiped it away. He looked at you, shocked.
“I love you, too,” you whispered earnestly.
With a laugh, he dropped himself on top of you, enveloping you in his arms. He placed kisses all over your face, making you giggle.
“Tommy, stop,” you blushed, pushing him away. With a more serious tone in your voice, you spoke, “I forgot to lock the door because I was worried about you, Tommy. You’ve been working so hard, recently, and when you come with those deep dark circles under your eyes, it breaks my heart. I’m sorry for being so careless. I must’ve caused unnecessary panic.”
He softens at your reasoning and caresses your cheek, “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. If I’d known you were worried for me, I wouldn’t’ve reacted that way. I’m so sorry.”
“From now on, can we talk things out peacefully? I hate fighting with you,” you pouted at the brunette.
“I agree,” he smiled, “Now, let’s just cuddle and sleep away the day. Would you like that?”
“I would,” you replied before reaching up to kiss him, only to miss.
Chuckling, he leaned down and completed the kiss for you.
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If you have time please write some soft #mob!tom
failed surprises
pairing: soft mob!tom x reader
genre: angst, mostly fluff
warnings: y/n worrying about tom, sobbing, holding each other, soft comforting with tom
a/n: i’m not really back from my hiatus but i just wanted to give you guys something to read,,, enjoy i guess
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You sat quiet and alone in your large, shared bedroom. The television ahead of you shone brightly, but you paid it no mind. Your eyes were glued to your phone, reading each text Tom had sent you before going on his “business trip.” You hadn’t heard from him for days, and knowing his job, there was a possibility he wouldn’t come back.
how’s my darling? i hope you’re safe and healthy. i wish i could be with you. don’t stay up too late. i love you! goodnight baby ♡
sent: 1:39 A.M. September 29, 2020
Tears rolled down your face as the dark thoughts sunk deeper into your mind. You tried your best to fight away these thoughts, but you were too weak. You were fatigued, worried, and depressed. You could easily drown in your emotions, and you did.
The soft hums from the television were interrupted by your heart-wrenching sobs. You clutched your phone close to your chest and let your tears flow freely.
Unbeknownst to you, though, was that the man you yearned so deeply for was standing right outside of your door.
Tom had planned on surprising you, not texting you about the date of his arrival. He thought that it would be a fun, pleasant gift to surprise you with his presence, but once he heard your pained cries coming from your shared room, he immediately regretted his plan.
Dropping the flowers he held in his hands, he opened the door to see you laying on your side, the television’s brightness lighting you multiple different colors.
He rushed over to your side, holding your shaking body in his arms.
“It’s alright, darling, I’m here,” you immediately responded to the sound of his voice, cuddling further into the familiar scent.
“Tommy,” your voice squeaked.
His hand reached to the top of your head and began to stroke your hair, “I’m here, love, I’m back.”
“You’re back,” you hiccuped.
“That’s right, love. I’m so sorry for worrying you. I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you. That’s why I didn’t talk to you for these past few days,” he placed a kiss at the top of your head.
Reassured that he was in no harm not that you expected him to get hurt, i mean look at him, your tears came to a halt, and a smile made its way onto your lips. You stretched yourself upwards and stole a quick kiss from Tom, making him blink in shock.
“You’re stupid,” you said blatantly, “If you wanted to surprise me, you should’ve stayed in contact with me. I get that you spoil things a lot, but you really know how to worry a woman.”
“I do not spoil things easily,” he pouted, furrowing his brows.
“So you’re telling me that you didn’t ruin your own Valentine’s Day plan by accidentally telling me a week earlier?” You arched a brow at him, fully knowing he couldn’t deny it.
“Ugh, fine, I admit I messed up that once, but-” you cut him off with another one of his mishaps.
“And that time, on my birthday-” you’re cut off abruptly by Tom’s rushed acknowledgements.
“Okay, okay, so I do spoil things a lot. You still love me, though,” he smirked, kissing the tip of your nose.
“That I do,” you giggled, cheeks flushing a rose red.
The two of you sat in each other’s embrace, the sound of the your quiet television humming keeping the room from being silent.
Tom admired your puffy, pink cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, staring at your beautiful figure. He loved every part of you, from every flaw to perfection.
“What?” You squirmed under his gaze.
“Nothing,” he smiled softly, “’m just grateful to have met such an amazing girl, even have the chance to make her mine forever.”
As he talked about you, you swore you could see his eyes twinkling with love and admiration. You hoped your eyes shone like his when you looked at him.
Oh, how the two of you were whipped, in your own world, loving each other with all of your life.
50 and 59 with mob Tom
skin ‘n teeth
❧ prompt: “Why are you so jealous?” & “Bite me.”
❧ pairing: mob!tom x brat!reader
❧ genre: suggestive, slight angst (?)
❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds
❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want
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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him.
“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.
“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.
“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”
“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.
“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.
“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.
“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.
“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”
“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”
“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.
“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”
“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.
“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.
His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room.
“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.
Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.
Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss.
After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips.
“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”
The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.
“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.
Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.
“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine.
“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.
He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.
“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”
With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.
Hi! I've recently discovered your blog and I love it 😍. I was also wondering, if you could write a fic (obviously if you like the idea, no pressure at all) where the reader is a an assassin, in love with mob!tom. Her last mission was a failure and she came home injuried. Tom was scared to death because she didn't text him or call him (obviously). She was trying to help Tom with his business but she underestimates the other mob. Tom helps her cleaning the wounds, they argued at first but I'm a puddle for happy endings. Thank you for your time, have a nice day 🥰🥰🥰
her blood-stained bodysuit
❧ 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, action (?)
❧ warnings: mentions of blood, mild gore, fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of hickey, language
❧ a/n: though i should’ve worked on my script for my final, i worked on this instead. i’m not procrastinating, i have everything planned out lmao nah. this fic wasn’t supposed to be as “gore-y” as it came out as, but, like, it’s whatever. hope you enjoyed this fic because i worked on it for like three days lmao. alright bye xx
part 2!
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Walking into the run-down building, you gripped your gun tightly, eyes open for any sudden attacks. Your ears strained as they listened for any sounds.
You were suited in an all-black bodysuit, handgun holster around your waist. Your hair had been tightly tied into a bun, no loose hair out to get in your face. A mask had covered half of your face, hiding your identity.
You barely knew the place you were heading into, but you knew it enough to assassinate your target and escape. You had planned the entire event out. First, you’d rid the place of any cameras and enemy attackers. Then, you’d set a distraction opposite to where you were heading. Finally, once you reached your destination, you’d quickly shoot your target, leaving them a milli-second to breathe before falling cold to the ground. Your escape was easy. You’d climb out of the window and fall right into your vehicle, allowing yourself a fast escape.
As you stepped into the dark, musty building, you saw the first cameras you needed to shoot out. What didn’t occur to you was the loud echo traveling through the entire building: your first mistake.
You continued on, hiding when you saw the first sign of your enemy’s men but continuing once they passed. Unexpectedly, when you began to carry yourself further, you felt a presence watching you. The butt of your gun swung back, hitting someone in the side. They let out a loud groan, alerting everybody nearby. You quickly shot the man dead, rushing to the nearest exit. Unfortunately for you, there was no path for you to escape. There were men in every exit you planned to use when in case of an emergency.
It was like they already knew you were coming.
Deciding to take your chances, you ran, shooting and dodging bullets being shot your way. Luckily, you were a trained assassin with much experience. You found yourself at an exit when someone was able to land a shot in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you perspired on, not letting them take you in. Throwing the broken-down doors shut, you limped your way to the doors out of the building. Thinking you had escaped all the men, you let your guard down for a second to tend to your wounded leg.
In the midst of your pain, you didn’t notice the man coming up from behind you. He threw a harsh hit to your head, knocking you off balance. With your already injured leg, you fell over easily, head hitting the rugged ground beneath you. You felt a sharp pain spike the side of your head before feeling a warm liquid run down the side of your face.
Reaching a hand up to feel the warm liquid, you saw red and fired your gun at the grinning man above you. You shot him dead, bullets continuously lodging into his chest. His shirt soaked with his blood.
“Asshole,” you muttered before getting back on your way.
When you finally reached your car, you took off as fast as you could, knowing that if you didn’t get going, they would be trailing you all the way back.
-
Tom was in his office, reading over some papers when the door abruptly opened. He snapped his head up in anger, knowing that his men knew not to barge in without knocking or they’d face the consequences.
“You better have a good reason as to why-” when he saw Harrison panting and wide-eyed, he paused, worry taking over his thoughts. “What happened?”
“Y/N’s missing,” the blonde said, breathlessly.
“What do you mean missing?” Tom asked, attention fully on Harrison.
“She isn’t in her room or the gym. I’ve tried calling her multiple times, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Haz explained.
“Fuck,” Tom whispered, rushing out of his office to find you.
-
You threw the car door shut, feeling hazy at the loss of blood. Holding your head in pain, you limped before the doors of your home before falling over, vision going black.
-
“Tom, the system says someone’s entered the code into the gate,” Haz said as he saw the notification pop up on the security system.
“That has to be her,” Tom said before running to the home’s main doors.
Pulling open the large door, he was revealed to your limp body laying on the cold floor, with dried blood covering you and fresh blood tangled in your hair. For a moment, Tom assumed the worst and thought you were dead, when he brought himself back to logicality. He placed two fingers to your neck, successfully locating your weak pulse. He let out a happy sigh but remembered that you were still bleeding heavily and needed to be treated right away.
He lifted you up in his arms, carrying you into your shared room. He passed a concerned-looking Harrison, telling him to get the medical supplies.
-
You woke to the feeling of a wet cloth wiping down your cheek. Flinching away from the contact, your eyes weakly shot open to see your brunette boyfriend.
“Tom,” your voice came out weak and hoarse.
“Shh, darling, you need to rest,” he silenced you as he wiped you clean from your blood.
Tom wasn’t mad at you, only a bit frustrated. He wondered why you put yourself at such risk. He knew you to make logical, smart decisions, but here you were, lying in bed severely drained of your blood. He sighed aloud at your recklessness.
His weight lifting off the bed, he stood to put away the bloody towelette, shaking his head as he was consumed by his own thoughts. You watched his back, and you could practically see the disappointment radiating off of him.
“I know I fucked up alright?” You croaked, sighing in shame.
“It’s just so unlike you to be so, so-” a hand reached up to massage his temples, “Just be more careful next time.”
“No,” you bit back, hearing the irritation in his voice, “please, finish your sentence.”
“It doesn’t matter what I was going to say becau-”
You cut him off, “It does matter. What were you going to say about me?” You suddenly felt a surge of energy run through your veins.
“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me right now? You need to rest,” he tried to tuck you under the covers, only to be pushed away by a weak hand.
“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. I just want to know what you thought about me,” you snapped.
“Fine, if you want to know so much, I was going to say reckless. It’s so unlike you to be so reckless. There, I said it,” he fired back, annoyed by your consistent nagging.
You scoffed in disbelief, “I was not being reckless. I had a plan, a well-thought out plan at that, but they somehow intercepted it. I can’t predict things like that happening. At least I had a backup plan or I wouldn’t be here right now.”
You shifted in bed, trying to sit upright, flinching when your head spun at the sudden movement. You grabbed the aching side, trying to subdue the pain.
“Lay down. You’re only going to hurt yourself more, if you sit up,” the accented voice said demandingly.
You sneered at the demand but listened, regardless.
“I know what I’m doing, you know? I’m a well-trained assassin, not to mention one of the best ones yet,” you said in a hushed tone.
“I know that. That’s why I’m confused about how you came back so heavily injured. I expected you to know better,” he huffed, turning the light of the room off.
The last comment had hit you harder than you expected. You knew he had high expectations of you, but you never thought he would put you down for messing up once.
Glancing at his silhouette, you never felt as much dislike for a person than you did Tom, at that moment. You liked being critiqued but not insulted. Your line of work was very important, and your pride was big.
He slid into his space beside you, laying flat on his back, arms crossed over the covers. You remained laying on your side beside him, not sparing him a glance.
A wet streak slid down the side of your nose, another following over the bridge of your nose. Reaching a hand up to wipe the liquid away, you realized it was your tears. You tried to quietly sniffle away your tears, but Tom heard them clearly in the radio silent room.
You weren’t supposed to be weak. You weren’t supposed to shed tears late at night. You were an assassin for fuck’s sake.
“You know, I was doing it for you,” you whispered. “I was trying to get rid of that stupid asshole that’s been targetting you this entire time,” your tears began to come down harder.
“Darling, why would you do that? As much as I appreciate it, I’d prefer it more if you came home safely and not bleeding out,” he spoke, turning to wrap an arm around your waist.
“I just wanted to help,” you sniffled, cuddling into his warmth.
“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I was just worried about you,” he murmured as he planted wet kisses on your bare shoulder.
“I know, but it still hurt,” you replied, lifting a hand up to wipe away your excess tears.
“I’m sorry, princess. Can you forgive me?” His lips attacked the supple skin of your neck, gently sucking and leaving a purple mark behind.
You hummed, a hand snaking behind you to push him away, “Yes, I forgive you. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”
“Alright, love. Let’s sleep,” he smiled into your neck, arms encasing you in a warm hug, and before you knew it, you fell into a deep sleep.
the right decision
❧ prompt: 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?
❧ pairing: prince!tom holland x princess!reader
❧ genre: angst, e2l
❧ warnings: light swearing, hints of infidelity, hints of a toxic relationship
❧ a/n: this was half-assed because i didn’t have the will to write this lmao but i feel bad for not posting anything over my break, so... there’s gonna be a second part to this because, like i said, i had no will to write these past few days. happy new years, merry belated christmas/happy belated hanukkah
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Stepping into the ballroom, you are met with hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at you.
You are clad in an elegant gown of ivory fabrics and sewn-on golden delicacies. Your feet are already stinging in pain from the uncomfortable stilettos you wore. Your hair is pulled back into a braided half-up styles, gentle waves accenting your beautiful face.
The music abruptly begins, and everybody’s eyes have avert back to converse with the others in the room. Only does one pair of eyes not leave your figure as you glide down the grand staircase.
You can hear your heart pounding loudly in your chest, a bundle of nerves stir in your stomach.
Usually, you avoided attending these crowded occasions because whenever you did, you’d get weird stares from the other princesses.
As you curtsey politely to passing royals, a familiar figure catches your gaze. Closing your eyes into an elongated blink, you open your eyes once again to ensure that your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. When the image stays the same, it’s all the confirmation you need.
Your longtime arch-nemesis was standing beside a large, marble pillar, smirking at you.
For a moment, you feel a sudden rush of relief at the familiar face, but dread overtakes you, once again, as you realize that you have to spend the night with the infuriating man.
From behind you, a hand rests on the small of your back, and a voice fills your ear, “Good evening, darling.”
You stiffen at the familiar voice. Forcing yourself to face the man beside you, you plaster a fake smile on your face.
“Vincent,” you inwardly cringe at the taste of his name coming off your lips, “I didn’t know you’d be attending tonight.’
“I could say the same for you. You never were one to attend these events,” he eyes you strangely, “Unless you were lying to me?”
Your eyes widen at the accusation, and you scoff, “I don’t lie about foolish verity, unlike some.” Your voice comes out bitter, features mirroring your tone.
“I don’t understand what you're trying to imply, my darling,” a wicked grin grows on Vincent’s face.
You roll your eyes, fists clenching at your sides. You laugh spitefully, desperately trying to prevent yourself from knocking that grin off his face.
“You-” you are cut off by an accented voice.
“Excuse me, who are you?” The voice says.
“Vincent Callon, Prince of Averna,” Vincent bows before raising a suspicious brow at the man, “You are?”
“Tom. Tom Holland of,” the brunette pauses for a moment, “it doesn’t concern you.”
“How disrespectful,” Vincent snarls at Tom’s remark.
“I could say the same about you. What kind of man promises a woman all of his love and loyalty to crush it within less than 24 hours?” Tom snaps, slyly.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Vincent growls through clenched teeth.
“Do I? Or is it you?”
The tension was uncanny to any other being in the room. You, being the reason of which, decide to speak up and end their quarrel.
“Well, it was,” you gulp, “nice to see you again, Vincent, but we must be going. There is much to do, tonight, especially since I don’t often appear at such events.”
Not letting him reply, you grab Tom by the hand and drag him along with you, ignoring the burning sensation of his hand in your small, in comparison, hand. You pull him through the crowd of people, barely acknowledging the glares you received from envious princesses.
When the pair of you are in an isolated space, you snarl, “What was that?”
“What was what?” He asks, blatantly.
“Don’t do this with me right now. I’m already as mad as it is,” you sigh, hand reaching to massage your temples.
“You seemed uncomfortable,” he shrugged, uselessly.
Scoffing, you reply, “As if you care.” Looking him right in the eyes, albeit making your fierceness falter, you ask him with entirely seriousness in your voice, “Why’d you help me? What do you think you’ll achieve from it?”
Furious, he snaps, “I don’t think I’ll achieve shit from helping you! Why are you assuming the worst of me? I don’t want to keep this petty relationship between us! I’ve known you since you were just a newborn. How long are you going to hate me?”
Shocked at his sudden outburst, you stutter, “T-Tom, I... I don’t know what to say,” he throws you an unimpressed look, “I’m sorry. I didn’t know my behavior offended you. I just thought-”
“Thought that I hated you?”
You shamefully nodded.
“Great to know you think highly of me,” he rolls his eyes, walking past you in fury, hurt, and humiliation.
“Tom,” you call out, turning to face the direction he walked away in.
You thought that if Tom ignored you and let you be, you would be happier and complete, but now that he’s walked out of your life, you can’t help but feel guilty and ashamed of yourself.
Did you make the right decision?
the right decision pt. 2
❧ prompt: 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?
❧ pairing: prince!tom holland x princess!reader x prince!park jimin
❧ genre: angst, barely any fluff, e2l
❧ warnings: light swearing, slight verbal abuse (nothing too heavy, only degradation), heartbreak ?
❧ a/n: lmao there are so many hidden symbols in this fic except some are revealed so i’ll explain the color symbols in this fic: orange is the change of attraction, pink is romance, and purple is the two characters coming to peace with each other. also this is a bit longer than what i usually write so ;P hopefully the second part makes up for the shitty first chapter lmao. shit, i was originally not going to write a third part but umm... shit. ok see you in the third chapter lmao smh
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In your white organza, you let your fingertips graze over the delicate petals of the gorgeously growing gardenias. Your dress flows with your movement as you step forward, observing the chrysanthemums. Looking as perfect as usual, you moved ahead to observe your candytufts. All flowers were white, like your dress.
Truthfully, how you obtained these enchanting flowers still puzzles you. They just suddenly appeared one day when you were considering doing something with the empty space the flowers had suddenly occupied in the garden. However, you don’t care. The flowers are perfect.
Life has become quiescent ever since Tom has left you alone, almost to the point you regret pushing him away. Of course, there was a reason to why you acted the way you did. It was time for you to mature, and Tom wasn’t helping that growth whatsoever. Although the more you think about it, the more you realize that you could’ve taken him in as an ally. You couldn’t avoid him forever, and neither could he. Eventually the two of you would grow to rule your kingdoms as king and queen.
Shaking off the growing feelings of regret, you twirl back to the kingdom, hair whipping around with you. Taking one last breath of the fresh air surrounding you, you drag your heavy body back into the same, old, stodgy castle you’ve been living in for years.
To your surprise, a handmaiden is waiting for you, instructing you to follow her on behalf of the king, your father. Leading you to the doors of the dining hall, she adjusts and cleans off your dress, combing your hair until it neatly falls onto your shoulders.
“She’s ready,” you hear the handmaiden whisper to the tall standing butler before quickly rushing off.
“Madam,” he says sticking his arm out as the door opens, “Her royal highness, Princess Y/N L/N.”
Awkwardly curtsying in your dress, you look up to see unfamiliar faces sat across your parents’. The first face to draw in your attention is a man that looks young — a bit older than you but almost your age. Suddenly standing, the man bowed, no words spoken. You smile awkwardly before moving to take the seat beside your mother and across from the man.
“Ah,” the woman sitting across from your mother spoke, “how nice it is to finally meet you.”
You smiled warmly, though forcibly. Your hands rest in your lap, each finger toying with the other. You look down at your manicured hands, taking a moment to put together the pieces, but nothing came to mind. Looking up in frustration, your eyes meet the man across from you. He looks angelic.
His silver hair and pale skin made him look soft. Not only that but his eyes are enchanting. They are a beautiful crystal blue color, reeling you in like you are under a spell. He has plump, pink lips, glistening every time he licks them.
You hear someone clear their throat, “May I introduce King Park and Queen Park of South Korea and their son, Prince Park Jimin.”
Looking around expectedly, waiting for your father or mother to speak up, you are only met with eyes staring at you.
“O-Oh,” you cough gingerly, “It’s a honor to meet you, King Park and Queen Park.” Looking over at the silver-haired boy, you shyly smile, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Park.”
He smiles, and you feel your heart clench at the sight, “And I, you, Princess L/N.”
He stands as you do, bowing to you before stretching a hand out for yours. Hesitantly, you place your hand gently in his and watch as he lightly kisses the back of your hand. Sitting back down, you feel heat rising to your cheeks as your thumb strokes the tingling sensation on the back of your hand.
“Great,” your father quips, “Now that we’ve familiarized ourselves, let’s talk about the marriage.”
At the word, your head snaps up to look at your father. Your gaze seems to be searching for something, a sign that tells you that your ears are deceiving you. Sadly, nothing suggests that your ears are wrong.
For the rest of the discussion, you’re not in your body, soul floating about and out of the kingdom. What pulls you back to reality is the sensation of the chair attempting to be pulled out from underneath you.
Abruptly, you stand up, curtseying the Park Royalty goodbye.
“See you soon, princess,” Jimin says, exchanging the title for a cheeky nickname, before kissing the back of your hand once more but letting his lips linger longer.
You blush away from his touch and give him a shy smile as you watch his slim figure slip out of the large doors.
Once the family is no longer in your sight, you burst at your parents, “Marriage? Seriously?”
You are infuriated. You never expected to be married off to some stranger, nonetheless at such a young age. You had just turned 21, for fucks sake. Moreover, they didn’t even consider discussing the situation beforehand.
“Look, darling,” your mother places a delicate hand on your cheek, “We’re growing old and soon we won’t be able to protect this kingdom. We need to pass it on to someone more reliable and trustworthy.”
“Yeah, then pass it on to me. Just me,” you clarify.
“As much as I’d love to do that, you know it’s not possible. You’re not possibly strong enough on your own,” she gives you sympathetic eyes.
“I’m- Excuse me? Not only are you stripping away my freedom of choosing my own significant other, but you’re now degrading me?” You snap, seeing red.
“You know that’s not what I mean-” your father cuts your mother off.
“Enough! We gave you a chance already,” he huffs, anger rising as well.
“What chance? Vincent? If I had known that-”
“Vincent? That silly boy? No, that was show enough that you can’t choose the right people to help rule this kingdom, but albeit that wasn’t your chance. There’s someone else that’s been beside you all your life. It’s been planned for ages, and you just had to go off and ruin it,” your father roars.
“Who else is there? My handmaidens?” You laugh sarcastically, tears filling your eyes.
“Think, you foolish child! If you can’t even figure out who it is, you definitely won’t be able to rule a kingdom alone,” you shake angrily at your father’s debasing words.
Thinking as hard as you can through your sorrowful rage, a face pops into your head.
Tom.
“Has it finally clicked yet?” Your father’s voice breaks your trance.
“Tom,” you whisper, weakly.
Without any other words, he nods, escorting your mother and himself out of the room, leaving you to think to yourself.
“Excuse me, ma’am,” a handmaiden spoke up, “would you like us to prepare anything? Like a bath or supper?”
Shaking your head, you dismissed her, thoughts racing in your head.
It suddenly got all too stuffy to be staying in the kingdom. You had to get out. You had to breathe in the fresh air of the wet grass, old, growing trees, and your precious flower garden.
Moving as fast as your heel-clad feet could take you, you rush out and towards your white flowers when you notice a silhouette standing above them, watering them.
His brunette locks shine in the golden light of the setting sun. As you move closer, you can see his well-constructed body through his garments. What he wore wasn’t anything special, just a white button down and grey trousers.
“Did you know?” You ask, voice wavering.
“Of course I knew,” he replies, quietly, voice soft to soothe you.
“Why didn’t you-” you felt yourself choke on your words, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to force you into falling for me,” he simply shrugs, hands playing with your flowers. “Although, seeing where we are now, I can’t say that what I did has encouraged us towards marriage.”
Standing in silence together, the pair of your stare at the flowers, the white of the petals turning orange, then pink, and then purple, following the shifting colors of the sky.
“I’ve missed you,” you suddenly blurt out.
Tom turns his head to face you, “I’ve missed you as well, darling.”
Tears erupt from your eyes, and you fall into Tom’s chest, arms wrapping around his torso.
“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t mean what I said at the ball. I don’t know what got into me.”
You felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.
“It’s alright, darling,” he sighs, hand rubbing the arch of your back.
“It’s not. What I said was wrong. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you shake your head, hair sticking onto your wet skin.
“I forgive you, darling. Please stop crying,” he says sweetly before pulling back to wipe away your tears.
You look at him with glistening, doe eyes. Your hair is a wild mess, and the minimal makeup you wore had smudged off, revealing your natural beauty.
“Do you want to know something about your flowers?” Tom asks, trying to change the subject and cheer you up.
Nodding, you give him a silent answer.
“These,” he points at your chrysanthemums, “mean truth,” next, the candytufts, “indifference, and finally, my favorite,” the gardenias, “secret love.” He looks over to see your sparkling eyes of fascination, “Ever wonder how you got these?”
“Yes, I wonder every time I see them. Do you know who or how?” You ask, completely oblivious to the fact that he knows you didn’t personally request for the flowers to be planted.
He chuckles, “It was I, darling.”
You turn to face him in shock, “You?”
“Let me explain,” he smiles, “I first sent these to you when I realized my feelings for you. The gardenias represented my hidden love for you, the white chrysanthemums represented that I was going to tell you soon, and the candytufts represented you and your indifference for my feelings. You were perfect. You are perfect,” he corrects himself, “Then, when you started Vincent, I became jealous, and I was mad that you chose the man that you had barely known over me. I was beside you all of your life, yet you chose him,” Tom’s face contorts in jealousy. “I became bitter, and whenever I saw you, I saw him. He was always beside you. I treated you more harshly because of him, but when I heard news of your breakup, I immediately regretted the way I treated you. I should’ve protected you, rather than ignoring you.”
With eyes of awe, you whisper to yourself, “Tom likes me?”
“I’d say ‘love,’ but if you’re more comfortable with ‘like’ then I happy that you’re happy,” he chuckles.
You warm smile drops, “I’m sorry I treated you with such dislike. If I’d known, I would’ve respected you.”
The smug look on his face drops as well, “Does this mean you don’t feel the same way about me?”
“Well, to be honest, Tom, up until a couple weeks ago, I thought we had a mutual hate, but I do think that I have potential feelings for you that are slowly but surely arising. Although, even if we wanted to be together, it would be impossible,” you look down at your hands, tears developing in your quivering eyes at the mention of the arranged marriage.
He smiles lamentably, “I know.”
The two of you stand in silence, heads hanging in despair. None of you have anything else to say, only there to enjoy being in each others presence. You only move when you hear sniffles that don’t belong to you.
“Tom?” You say his name, hopelessly. Not receiving a response from him, you look up to see his shaking figure. “Oh, Tommy,” you coo, taking him into your arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you rub his back, face snuggled in the crook of his neck.
You let Tom sob in your arms until he ran out of tears to cry. When he finally collects himself and is in the right state of mind, again, he places a gentle kiss to your cheek before running off and leaving you to yourself in your dark garden.
You look up at the sky. The sun is already long gone, and the stars have come out to play with the moon. A tear falls down your cheek, left with confused feelings and a broken heart.
Jimin sits on the marble seat of his balcony, staring up at the dark sky, wondering what you were up to at the moment. He was infatuated with you at first glance; your beauty lures and traps him.
Jimin smiles at the twinkling stars, a sense of thrill flowing through him.
There were three stars that shone especially brightly that night. One of said stars twinkled its last day, falling unannounced, leaving the one star sad and confused and the other excited and ready.
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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her hidden crystal tears
❧ synopsis: 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?
❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader
❧ genre: angst
❧ warnings: lots of angst (?), petty girl fights technically harassment, crying, pent-up emotions, unhealthy coping
❧ a/n: this is an unedited fic, as always and I didn’t know how to end it because I had two endings in mind. I might write both endings (angst and fluff) or maybe I’ll let you guys suffer lmao I’m kidding I originally was writing a blurb about the reader hiding their emotions/hiding their tears by feigning happiness, but I ended up writing like a 2500+ word fic lmao. also if some shit seems wack, it’s because I posted this on my phone.
alternate fluff ending here: let them flow
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Swerving through the large crowd, you found yourself a seat on the filled bleachers, squeezing to fit in the front rows to spot your boyfriend. Looking about, you located your brunette partner jogging into the field arms raised in the air, pointing towards the crowd you were hidden in. He waved his hand mindlessly, eyes scanning the ocean of screaming schoolmates and “fangirls.” His gaze finally fell on you, and his face lit up, bringing a pink haze to your cheeks as he blew a kiss in your direction. The girls sat beside you screamed out, pretending to catch his kiss and sending one back.
You and Tom decided to keep your relationship under covers, due to the overly obsessive “fangirls.” Both of you knew it would be the best option to keep you safe. If you were ever injured or threatened by one of his “fangirls,” Tom wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.
Tom held the leather ball in the crook of his arm, with the other pushing his way through the attacking team. Calculating his success, he dove into a touchdown, scoring him and his team the winning point.
The anticipating crowd jumped up, cheering loudly and hugging one another, whereas the visitor team’s crowd let out a loud, mutual sigh of disappointment.
You jumped out of your seat, screaming out your lungs as you stared, wide-eyed, at your beaming boyfriend. His teammates had lifted him into the air, tossing him about. You giggled as he caught your eye, slyly winking at you.
Lost in your own world, you almost ran down to where Tom was before you saw a hoard of girls jumping and reaching their arms out to grab at him. Frowning, you walked away from the crowd to retreat to the warmth of Tom’s car.
You scrolled through the collection of images you and Tom had had together, warmly smiling at the memories. You let out a breathy laugh, selecting on one specific memory: Tom’s head laid on your lap, eyes shut, and lips puckered lightly as he let out even breaths.
The car door beside you opened, shaking you out of your train of thought.
“Hey,” your eyes were met with the blue pupils you weren’t expecting.
“Haz?” You looked behind him, hoping to find your beloved boyfriend.
“Tom — um — he told me to drive you back to the dorms, said he would be heading to the celebratory party,” Harrison explained, eyes shaking with concern and sympathy.
“Oh, I understand,” your smile not quite making it to your eyes.
“He was being hoarded by his,” Haz hesitates, “fangirls. He didn’t want you to get involved.”
“It’s all good, Hazzy. No need to worry about me,” you let out a feigned laugh.
You stepped into the warm building, waving Harrison goodbye. Another football victory, same schedule.
You go to Tom’s game to support and cheer him on, Tom wins, you avoid him, Tom’s “fangirls” hoard him, you wait in Tom’s car, Harrison comes instead of Tom, Harrison brings you back to your dorm while Tom goes to his party, you fall asleep in your own arms: the ‘Tom’s football victory’ schedule, named and created by you.
To say the least, you weren’t fond of the last half of the schedule. You always were left alone to celebrate Tom’s victory on your own, while Tom was doing who-knows-what at the afterparty.
In full honesty, you were slowly growing tired of hiding your affection for one another. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto this style of dating. If the pair of you were going to date, you would date publicly and however you wanted, whether it meant risking your safety or not. Besides, you weren’t some helpless girl that doesn’t and can’t protect herself.
The next day, you woke up with an aching head and puffy eyes. Groaning, you looked into your mirror located at the corner of your room. You flinched at the sight of your pink, tear-stained cheeks and tangled, mop hair. Pushing yourself off the soft mattress, you stumbled into your bathroom, prepping a warm shower to start your day off fresh.
With your laptop and notebook resting in your arms, against your chest, you made your way to your next lecture. You walked sluggishly across the large campus, occasionally catching a glimpse of passing football team members.
A specific group you walked past caught your attention. You saw the familiar brunette curls in your peripheral vision, immediately making you turn your gaze towards it. You saw his warm smile as he chuckled with his group of friends, some of his “fangirls” giggling along with the group.
There Tom stood, laughing and joking about with his peers, radiating happiness. He was basking in the attention he received from his friends and “fans.”
You tried to catch his eye, and you swore you did for a split second, but he only walked past you as if you weren’t even there. Not even a hidden smile or wink of acknowledgment was sent your way.
Your walking came to a stop as you frowned at your boyfriend’s back. You wanted to shout out his name, call for his attention. You wanted to nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent. You wanted to look into his chocolate-pooled eyes, see the twinkle of adoration as he stared at you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything with Tom in public, for you were just another girl on campus, trying to get by, and Tom was the successful jock with a bright future ahead.
You walked into the large room, taking a seat, conveniently, in front of Tom. This time, you were the one to not spare him a single glance, albeit he probably wasn’t expecting or looking for one.
You tried your best to listen and focus on the lecture, but the consistent whispers behind your back began to nag at your patience. You leaned your down further into your notes, as if it could fix the slowly kindling fire in you. Checking the clock, you saw that only five minutes of the lecture had passed, and your professor had barely said anything.
“Five minutes? I swear it felt like half of the lecture had gone by. And the professor. I swear he had just said like tons of important information,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, catching a few students’ gazes.
You gently pounded a fist into your temple, forcing your attention onto the lined sheets of paper on your desk. You expected to see notes, not illegible scribbles. You silently groaned, switching the sheet for a new, clean page. You took a deep breath and began jotting down the key points of the presentation that was being projected onto the large whiteboard.
A feminine voice cleared their throat beside you, “Excuse me.”
You looked up from your work, a glare on your face as you were pulled out of your focus once again.
“Can I help you?” You asked, irritated.
“Uh, yes, you can. You can help me by moving yourself to that seat over there,” she pointed at an empty seat across the room, “and giving this,” she placed her hand on the desk, atop you notes, “seat to me.”
You scoffed, “And why should I?”
“Oh, honey,” you cringed at the nickname, “Tommy, here,” she nodded towards Tom, “shouldn’t have to suffer by looking at your terrible hair. Like, honestly, do you even care for your looks?”
You were practically fuming in your seat, but to avoid trouble, you responded with a monotonous voice, “I’m sure “Tommy” can take care of himself. Spare us both the inconvenience, and go sit yourself on that empty seat because if you couldn’t tell, I’m occupying this spot.”
“Who do you think you are?” She shouted, hand crumpling your notes.
Furrowing your brows, you grabbed at your notes, hoping to spare them.
“Move your ugly ass before I kick you off this seat,” she threatened, pulling you by your hair.
The professor stopped talking, glaring at the pair of you. You took it as a sign to shut up and not fight back.
Fist clenching, nails creating red crescents in your palm, you stood up, pushing the girl off of you, ignoring her gasp. You grabbed your notes and laptop, turning to see if Tom would defend you, but when you saw his passive expression, you let out a quiet laugh of disappointment, carrying yourself to the back of the room.
For the rest of the class, you stood in the back, writing your notes with blurry, tear-filled vision. Although you were still in shock due to the event that had unfolded minutes into the lecture, you wouldn’t let it falter how you were doing in school.
As soon as you were dismissed, you bolted out of the room, heading to your safe haven on campus.
Not many people, if any, knew about the hidden garden located within the campus’s vast park. You had only discovered it by accident when you were a freshman looking for your way around campus.
The first thought you had when you walked in was that you were transported into a different dimension. Thinking back on it, you were naive to think that, but you were still justified. Anyone would think such a beautiful place couldn’t belong to the aggressivity and rashness of this world. The variant shades of light green and pastel pink flowers growing between the weeds of grass gave the place a heavenly feeling, followed by the mist that sparkled under the sunlight.
You dropped yourself at the thick tree’s stump, letting your notes and laptop slip out of your grasp. You cried into your knees, pouring out all of your stresses. Your breaths were short and heaved, occasional hiccups bubbling from your lips. Your sobs slowly lulled you closer to sleep, emotional and physical fatigue catching up to you. That is, until you heard the recognizable clang of the door handle hitting against the wooden door.
“Darling,” the accented voice you longed to hear spoke up.
Quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling away any evidence of your sorrow, you stood up, “Tommy!” A feigned smile lay on your supple skin as you ran over to your boyfriend, embracing him in your arms, “What’s up?”
“Are you alright? I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for you during class. I should’ve told that girl to get her hands off you,” he stroked your hair, “She didn’t hurt you, did she?”
Letting a pained giggle out, you shook your head, “Nope, I’m fine. You know how strong I am.”
“I really, really did want to speak up, but you know that we should keep our relationship under covers, for your sake,” he spoke gently, placing a kiss on your head.
You scowled into his shirt but kept up your cheerful facade, chirping, “Mhm, safety.”
“I knew you’d understand,” he sighed. His hold on you weakened, “I should get going, though. The group will start to wonder where I’ve gone.”
You frowned, pulling away from him.
“Don’t be like that, darling,” he cooed, “I’ll come over tonight. Don’t worry.”
You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, as you always do.”
His brows furrowed at your sudden mood shift, “What are you on, darling?”
“Oh, nothing,” you chirp, hopping back to the tree, collecting your notes and laptop. “Go ahead, meet with your friends. Leave me behind like you always do,” you murmur the last half.
“Love?” His voice neared you, and you barely registered the stray tears betraying you, rolling down your peachy cheeks.
Quickly bringing up a hand to wipe the wetness away, you keep your back facing Tom.
“Shouldn’t you be going? Don’t want your friends to worry,” you laughed, lightly. A hand placed itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact startling you. “You scared me, Tommy. You shouldn’t do that,” you giggle, hiding your true emotions, “You know how easily scared I am.”
“Darling, can you look at me?” He asked, quietly, concern lacing his tone.
“What for, Tommy?” You inquired, nervously laughing.
“You’re acting quite… strange,” he explained.
“No need to worry about me, bubs. I’m as peachy as always,” you quipped, shoulders bouncing in emphasis.
“I’m giving you one more chance to turn, or I will do it for you,” he said, sternly.
You stayed, unmoving, forcing Tom to turn you with his raw strength. At first, you tried to fight it, but you came to the revelation that there was no way you could overpower him.
When you met his warm, liquid eyes, you felt your own tear up, and suddenly, your shoes were an intriguing sight.
“Baby, please look at me,” he whispered, hands rubbing up and down your arms.
You shook your head in denial, trying to keep your weakness hidden.
“It breaks me to see you this way,” he lifted your face with a finger to your chin. His thumb moved to wipe away your crystal tears.
“Then leave,” you hissed, weakly.
“W-What?” Tom stuttered at the unforeseen reply.
“I’m tired, Tom. I’m tired of hiding, of you ignoring me and me, you. How long are we going to do this? It’s so stupid, all of it,” you dropped your head again, this time of fatigue.
“B-But, you know why we’re doing this-” you cut him off.
“I know, and I can’t help but think that this was a stupid choice,” you motioned between the two of you, “You’re barely around me, and on campus, you don’t even acknowledge me. On the slim chance I do have you to myself, it can only last for so long. At this point, it feels like we’re not even together.”
“I-I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?” Fear filled his eyes as the pit in his stomach became more and more noticeable.
“I think it would be better if-” you stuttered in a breath, “if we took a break.”
“Why? Just because we’re hiding our relationship? You know why I- we chose to keep it secret,” he rushed out his words, hands gripping yours.
“Do I? Do I really? Today was display enough that even though we act like we don’t know each other, I’ll still get harassed by those “fans” of yours. Not to mention, you saw it all unravel, and what did you do? Nothing. There’s no practicality to keeping our relationship hidden because either way, some “fans” will go overboard no matter who the person. Also, I think I showed that I can defend myself from crazy people when I pushed that girl off of me today,” you spoke, ferocity and resentment spurring you on.
“I know I messed up when I didn’t help you, but I thought about our relationship-” you scoffed.
“So what? Even if we weren’t in a relationship, you should’ve helped a girl out. Especially when she’s getting harassed because of you,” you jabbed a finger into his chest.
“Tell me how to make it better. I want to make it better. Don’t end us, please,” he begged, gripping your hand tighter.
“Stop, Tom. I told you that I want to take a break. Besides, it won’t be any different to how our normal relationship is,” you laughed. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you walked away, “Now, I won’t have to waste any tears on you anymore.”
let them flow
❧ synopsis: 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?
❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader
❧ genre: fluff
❧ warnings: mild angst, fluffy-ish ending, exes to friends to lovers, one or two curse words, lil bit of crying, mentions of alcohol
❧ a/n: it’s finally over. thank goodness. this also is so long it can be considered a second part fuck. i know i took a whole month to write this, but i barely have free time to write nowadays and the times i do, i don’t have much inspiration. anyways this came out better than i expected so hope you guys enjoy.
in order to understand this ending, please read this first: her hidden crystal tears
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In the first month you spent broken up with Tom, you, for once, felt at peace, with no burden of hiding relationships and denying feelings. You had forgotten how free living singly was. Within that month, you were able to reshape your life. Your grades began to improve, and your mental health had phenomenally developed for he better. Your friends had even gone out of their ways to help you with a "glow up."
Tom, on the other hand, had tried to shape him into a better person in hopes of salvaging your crumbling, if you could even call it that, relationship. He worked harder in class, and every time he saw you sitting in the lecture hall, you were surrounded by other classmates, giving him no place to fit in. He also started to distance himself from his old group of friends, looking for a better, influential group.
Tom couldn't help but feel a tug at his heart when he saw you walking with one other friend to class, laughing at something they said. He saw how your under eye-bags turned bright and how you shoulders straightened up after the breakup. It broke his heart to know the negative impact he had on you, which you never complained or spoke out about.
The brunette wanted to improve for you and himself.
How you ended up in a pair of high-waisted, black, denim shorts and a black bandeau with a sheer, cropped, long-sleeved shirt overtop you didn't know. After much begging and bothering, your friend had convinced you to go to the afterparty of the football game. You tried your best to deny their attempts but failed when they baited you with money.
This would be your first time attending a party, for you were always driven home and away from them. You couldn't deny, though, the chills that snaked down your spine at the mention of it.
Stepping into the house, you noticed how similar it looked to a fraternity. People were dancing, pushing their bodies against others and grinding their hips onto drunk partners. Other students were playing beer pong, stripping on tables, or resting on couches with a red, plastic cup in their hands. It smelled terribly of sweat and oversaturated body spray, making you gag on your breath.
"How do so many people like this?" You shouted over the pounding music and loud voices.
"How do you not?" You friend giggled, dragging you through the crowd.
Dodging and pushing people off of you, you gripped your friend's hand tightly, afraid of losing them.
"Where are we going?" You asked, eyes darting all over the place in uncertainty.
"Before we party, we've got to get drinks," they pushed the door of the kitchen open, revealing the alcohol infested space.
Scrambling over to the bulky cooler, they grabbed a can of beer, popping it open and downing it.
Flinching in disgust, you commented, "Don't you want to wash that, first?"
"What d'you mean? It looks perfectly clean to me," they shrugged, throwing you a can.
You clumsily captured the condensated drink, before putting it on the counter behind you, "I don't drink."
They groaned, "Why are you such a doormat? Come on," they nudged your shoulder, "Live a little."
You laughed, "I can "live a little" just fine with water."
"Ugh, fine. I'm guessing you also want to sit in a corner and become a hermit," they spoke, sarcastically.
"Actually," your eyes lit up, "I do."
"You," they pointed at you unsteadily, "annoy me, but since I already brought you along," their finger moved to point at an idle seat in the corner of a calmer room, "There."
You nodded, eyeing the isolated spot with glee. However, before your friend could escape into the crowd, you told them to stay safe and slipped away to occupy said seat.
Although Tom no longer associated himself with his old group of friends, he couldn’t avoid them forever, as they were his teammates. Also, as the captain of the football team, it was practically an obligation for him to attend the after parties.
Honestly, ever since you had broken up with Tom, he had developed a small fear of being whisked away by his fangirls and teammates, constantly thinking you were waiting in his car for him. His guilt had piled on top of his conscious, leaving him an insecure wreck.
Nevertheless, he stepped into the filled building, nodding and waving at familiar faces. One face he wasn’t expecting to see sat in the corner of the room was yours.
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut, he murmured to himself, “She’s not there, you idiot.”
“Tom, buddy,” a familiar voice hollered.
Through your peripheral vision, you swore that you saw his chocolate curls, but when you looked up from your phone, he had disappeared. Your eyes began to dart through the crowd of people, looking for the man you supposedly had gotten over.
Quickly realizing your mistake, you shunned yourself for willingly wrapping yourself around his little finger. You returned to scrolling through your phone, distracting yourself with the illuminated screen.
Tom watched as his teammate, and former friend, grabbed at a girl swaying her hips, pushing her ass against his friend’s crotch, into a grind. Suddenly feeling highly uncomfortable where he stood, he moved into the kitchen to grab a drink.
The room let in muffled sounds but ultimately was the quietest room in the building. The white LED lights left the room bright and easy to navigate, albeit the clusters of finished drinks and used cups littered on the counters and in the sink and overflowing out of the trashcan.
The brunette drifted over to the fridge, locating the fresh water bottles hidden from other partygoers.
Feeling quenched, you stood up from your seat, unwillingly. You looked for a quick and precise path to the kitchen, though you failed to do so. Deciding to extemporize it, you awkwardly squished your way through the crowd, mumbling “excuse me” and “sorry” periodically.
Pushing the white-paint clad, wooden door open, you stumbled your way into the room, glaring at the sudden brightness engulfing your vision.
Hearing the music and sound of people cheering grow louder, Tom turned around to see the oh-so familiar girl he had fallen infatuated with many months ago.
You stood, blinking your eyes as they tried to adapt to the sudden change of lighting. Groaning, your hands began massaging and harassing the poor skin of your eyelids.
Your unnoticed ex, still stood in front of the fridge with a cool bottle of water in his hand, smiled at your adorable behaviour — widely contrasting your provocative outfit — watching as your cheeks puffed out in frustration.
Feeling the haze leave your eyes, you looked ahead of you to see a silhouette emerging. Embarrassed, you blushed, looking down at your shoes.
You felt a cool presence resting beside your cheek, and quickly looked at the item.
Water? You thought, confused.
Eyes trailing up the arm holding the bottle, your met with the sight of your former boyfriend smiling at you.
“Tom,” you breathed.
After avoiding and ignoring the boy for so many weeks, you already had forgotten how sweet he looked with a smile and soft blush grazing his cheeks. Maybe you hadn’t forgotten; you were just rarely, if ever, given the opportunity to admire it.
“Hey,” he responded, shyly rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
You glanced at the bottle then back to Tom, silently asking what he was doing with it.
“O-Oh, I just thought you’d want a bottle of water, since you don’t drink, but if you do now, that’s totally cool too,” he rambled nervously, like a little boy talking to his crush on the playground.
Although you had only broken up with him a bit over a month ago, you couldn’t bring yourself to trust taking the drink from him.
“Thanks, but I can get one myself. I’m sure you wanted to drink that too.”
You gave him an awkward, tight-lipped smile before walking past him to the fridge. Reaching into the cool container, you pulled out a frosted water bottle.
The situation was strange. Everything felt so familiar but so different. It didn’t feel right to talk to each other like you knew how they slept in bed at night or how they loved warm cuddles on the couch as they binged shows and movies.
“Look, Y/N,” Tom spoke up, breaking the tension with a breath, “I know that I was a jerk we were together. I also know that I neglected you. I shouldn’t have cared about what everyone else thought about our relationship.
“Looking back, I understand why you were so frustrated with me, and you had every right to break up with me. I was a wuss that used protecting you as an excuse to keep you under covers. I reveled in the popularity and attention I got, back then.
“I’m different, now, though. I’m not saying you have to take me back. You don’t even have to consider it. All I want to do, right here, right now, is to apologize to you, so, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for all the anguish and sadness I caused. I’m sorry you had to waste your tears on me. I’m so fucking sorry, and if I have the slightest chance to even be your friend again, please let me take it.”
You felt a churning in your core, and tears prickled the corner of your eyes. You didn’t understand where your emotions arose from. You thought that you had moved on from Tom. You thought you had left him behind, left him in the shadows of your life.
You turned around, hand reaching up to quickly wipe your tears away. That is, until a calloused hand grabbed your wrist.
“Don’t,” the accented voice choked, “It hurts me as much as it does you.”
Your words were caught in your throat. You tried to say something, anything, but nothing but sobs slipped your lips.
Everything became a blur. You could only feel warmth enveloping you.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, darling,” Tom murmured into your hair.
After the encounter at the party, you and Tom went on with your life as normal.
Although, nothing that happened that night could be considered normal. You cried while he held you tightly in his arms. He apologized for his faults and asked for a second chance, as a friend or more. You forgave him and gave him the chance.
Will you ever want to have the same relationship you had with Tom as before? No.
You and Tom are working on building a better, healthier relationship for the both of you: an open and honest relationship that won’t be hidden from anyone, especially not his “fangirls.”
“Don’t ever hide your tears again,” Tom whispered into your hair, “Let them flow.” His pointer finger gently lifts your chin, locking his eyes with your tear-filled ones. He brings his thumb to your cheek, wiping away the shining streaks of pain, sadness, desperation.
“Let them flow because I’ll be here. I’ll be here to wipe them away every and any time.”
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