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what do you want to eat

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

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

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

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

The day had started normally, with you prepping lunch.

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

“You,” he simply said, yawning.

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

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

“Hm?” Tom asked innocently.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Your div,” he corrected.

You giggled, not denying it. 

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

laundry day

a/n: this took me like 2-3 hours to write - oops - i came up with this idea when i was drawing in my sketchbook, hopefully it’s good because it’s already 4 am lol

pairing: college!flirt!tom holland x nerdy!reader

warnings: foul language, kind of sexual not really, tom being a dick and a flirt, y/n has a shitty day, rip harry is such good friend

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pt.1 | pt.2

After a long day, you headed back to your dorm, taking a bath a soon as you got back. You had planned on going to the library to do some late night studying, or just reading, after your bath. Unfortunately, it was laundry day and you only had a white, cropped camisole and a short skirt, that was too short to be worn anywhere, left in your closet. You groaned having no other choice than to take those. 

The day had been terrible for you. You had been assigned stacks on stacks of papers that were either due by the end of the week or 3 weeks, maximum. Then, when you were rushing to get your lunch, some ass cut in front of you and took at least 30 minutes to order, resulting in you not having any lunch and rushing to your class. After that class, you had 15 minutes to get to your next lecture, so you decided to get yourself a coffee. Thankfully, you were able to order this time with no interruption, but when you were walking to the lecture hall, a curly brunette “accidentally,” and harshly, bumped your shoulder, making you drop the coffee in your hand. You cried out, feeling your anger succumb your every emotion.

“Dude,” you exclaimed.

You were never the kind to fight back, but today had already been so shitty for you that you’d snapped.

The brunette grinned, “Sorry ‘bout that.”

“My ass,” you rolled your eyes, clenching your fists at your side, “look, buddy, today has already been a very shitty day for me, so if you wouldn’t mind, at least sound sincere when you apologize for fucking spilling my only source of energy.”

“Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” he laughed, not taking a single word you had said seriously.

“You know what? Just fuck off,” you stomped away, remembering that you still had to get to your next lecture.

He snickered behind you as you walked away, clearly finding amusement in your indignation. 

That brings you to where you are now: heading to library in a skimpy outfit with a strap of your book bag clinging onto your right shoulder. By now it was 8 P.M. and you still hadn’t gotten any food to eat. Although your stomach was growling louder than a predatory animal sensing danger, you were determined to get to the only place you could seek peace: the library. 

As you walked in, Harry, one of your close friends was eyeing you weirdly. He had volunteered to work at the library, seeing he could do his homework and study there, as well as get in a few aesthetic pictures.

“What are you wearing?” His eyebrows furrowed, scanning your outfit.

“Don’t judge, it’s laundry day and today fucking sucked,” you groaned loudly, knowing that no one would be at the library at such a late time of day.

Your stomach growled, “You got a lion in your shirt, or shall I say piece of fabric?” 

“I haven’t eaten lunch or dinner at all today,” you slouched, dropping your bag to the floor, “got anything I could eat?”

“Of course, I got to have a snack or twenty if I’m going to be working till 10 P.M,” he handed you two large energy bars, “you’re gonna need it.”

“Thanks, you’re the best,” you pulled a chair over to the circulation desk, where Harry was seated.

“I know,” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes before grabbing you book bag, pulling out Pride and Prejudice, one of your favorites. You opened the book to the page you left off on and began reading. Harry had gone back to studying and taking pictures, mostly of you.

“Harry,” a voice boomed as it entered. 

You had only gotten 45 minutes to read in peace. You mentally and probably physically banged your head with the book.

“Are you ready to go?” The voice continued. 

As you listened closely, you realized you’d heard to voice before. You just couldn’t put your finger on who it was. 

“I still have 1 hour left, Tom,” Harry stated.

You lifted your head in the direction of the familiar stranger. It was curly brunette, the one who had knocked your coffee out of your hand and given zero fucks about it.

“Who’s there, Harry?” you asked, staying hidden in your seat. 

“Just my older brother, Tom. I don’t talk about him much ‘cause he’s a dick,” he said, raising his voice at the end, making sure Tom could hear him.

“Right, I’m the dick,” Tom mumbled to himself before snapping back, “call me another name and I won’t be giving you a ride home tonight. Also, who’s the girl?”

“Y/N, she’s my friend,” he replied, paying no mind to his brother.

Tom brought it upon himself to scope you out. He wandered through the isles of books and looked at all the seats in the library, finally finding you to be sitting with his brother. His eyes scanned your body, admiring the suddenly too tight tank top and short skirt on you.

“Hey, coffee girl,” he winked.

“You know Tom?” Harry glanced at you, confused.

“No, I don’t. I just know that he’s a douche who can suck and choke on his own dick,” you had tensed and your anger from the afternoon had started rising again. 

“I’m sure you’d like to,” his stance not faltering.

“Son of a bitch,” you simply flipped him off, not wanting to put anymore effort into him than necessary. 

He chuckled and brought a chair over to sit himself next to you. The warmth of his body was radiating off of him. 

“Pride and Prejudice, a classic. I’ve never read it, though. Would you say the 2005 film was worthy of its positive reviews?” Tom tried to start a conversation, but you ignored him, scooting your chair away from his.

“C’mon, darling, if you’re still mad about the coffee, I can make it up to you,” this peeked your interest.

“How so?” You asked, placing your chin in the palm of your hand.

“You and me, tomorrow at 12 P.M, that french café near the garden. See you then?” He offered, arching his brow.

You sat silently, thinking about it, “Fine, but don’t think that this is a date.”

He grabbed a pen and post it, writing his contact information on it, “Whatever you want, princess.” 

You snatched the paper out of his hand and began packing your bags. Forgetting that you were wearing practically a strip of fabric around your waist, you bent over and grabbed your bag, giving Tom a great view of your ass and the black, lace panties you wore.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N, your skirt.”

Your eyes widened in realization, “Oh shit, sorry.”

You stood up straight, pulling the skirt down as far as possible and started to head out before a voice stopped you.

“Also, feel free to wear that tomorrow,” Tom winked one last time before letting you walk away.

Your face was burning red and you couldn’t help but let your giggle slip through your lips. You were sure gonna wear this tomorrow.

19, 20 and 27 from your prompt list please. Oh my god I’m so excited I love your writing and I can’t wait to see what you do with these, only if you’re comfortable of course. Love you 💕💕.

15 months, wasted

a/n: this is such a great combo!! i enjoyed writing this very much, hopefully you enjoyed reading it,,, love you too xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: infidelity (cheating), angst, fluff, harrison supports your ship with tom

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19. “You’re trembling.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

27. “You could have died.”

You happily skipped into your flat, holding a few bags in your hand. You had gone out to buy more clothes to expand to your style, but you had also gone to buy some new lingerie to surprise James, your boyfriend. 

“James, babe? I’m back,” you hollered, looking around the empty flat. You heard sounds coming from your shared bedroom. It sounded like a female moaning. Worriedly, you headed up the stairs that led to your room, “James?”

You pushed the door open, and to your horror, James was pinning another woman down to the bed. She was gasping and moaning while he pounded into her. By the looks of her state, they’ve been at it for a while.

“James?” Your voice barely a whisper.

His head snapped at the sound of your bags dropping to the ground. Tears gathered in your eyes, and you looked like you were going to be sick. 

“Y/N, I-I can explain,” he pulled out of the flustered girl underneath him, rushing over to you.

Like your feet had a mind of its own, it carried you to move fast and far from the naked figure.

“Y/N, stop,” he yelled after you, trying to grab you, barely missing your arm. He huffed, “Please, let me talk.”

You looked at his hand on your arm and ripped it out of his grasp, “No, you don’t get to talk! I should be the one talking.” Sighing, you fixed your composure, “How long? How long have you been with that - that,” you groaned not knowing what to call her. True, she did sleep with your boyfriend, but she probably didn’t know, and you didn’t want to slut shame another woman. “That girl,” you chose.

He stayed silent, looking everywhere but you. The blonde had even come out of the room, confused to your relation with him. She stayed silent, though, knowing that the two of you were talking about a serious topic.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” You yelled, faltering his helpless stance. Still, to your displeasure, he hadn’t said a word. Getting frustrated, you yelled, “Answer me, you coward!”

“9 months, alright,” he whined like a child.

“That’s great. That’s just perfect. Splendid! Amazing! Fucking stellar,” you felt like you were going insane. 15 months of your relationship down the drain, though, he was only honest with you for 6 months.

“I’m so sorry,” the girl finally spoke, “I didn’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t have slept with him.”

I gave the girl an apologetic look, for I wasn’t mad at her, I was made at the cheater I called a boyfriend.

“I’m leaving,” you pushed James to the side, racing to your car. You could hear him calling after you, but didn’t dare to leave the flat in his birthday suit.

Once you were in the protection of your car, you broke down, letting your tears flow freely. You couldn’t believe that you wasted 1 year and 3 months on that bimbo. Everyone had warned you about him, yet you believed none of them. The fault was on you.

You started the car, eyes still clouded with your tears, but you didn’t care. You needed to get as far as possible from this place. You already knew where and who you were going to go to.

You banged your fist on the scarlet red door. You were still sobbing and you eyes were shining with tears.

“Bloody hell, what the fu-,” Tom opened the door, annoyed at the persistent knocking. He saw your red, tear-filled eyes and worry washed over him, “Darling, what happened? Who did this to you?” He embraced you, letting you sob into his sweatshirt. He felt your body shaking in his hold, and whispered, “You’re trembling.”

He pulled you from his chest, wiping your tears with the pad of his thumb. You stepped into his house and plopped onto his couch. 

Harrison was sat on a cream leather counter stool at the bar table. He glanced at you and then to Tom. The look in his eyes were enough to expose what he was thinking. Tom simply shrugged and approached you.

He stroked your arm, “Darling, you’ve got to tell me what happened if you want me to help you.”

“James,” you hiccuped, “he ch-cheated on me.”

“That bastard did what?” Tom was absolutely furious. He knew of James’ reputation, but he wouldn’t let himself think so lowly of your boyfriend so lowly, well now ex-boyfriend. Tom sat beside you, letting you collapse in his lap. “How’d you get here?” He asked while stroking your y/h/c locks.

“Drove,” you said, rolling your eyes at the ridiculous question.

“You drove here? Y/N, that’s a 20 to 30 minute drive,” Tom sat you back up, gripping your shoulders.

“Yeah, I know, I drove here,” you replied, rolling your eyes once again.

“While you were crying?” You nodded, “That’s fucking dangerous! If you weren’t paying attention, you could’ve crashed and killed someone!” 

“Well, I didn’t, Tom. I’m here, aren’t I? I’m still in one piece,” you snapped back.

“You could have died,” he replied softly. You looked at your lap, fiddling with your hands, which he grabbed, “I’m here for you, always. Next time, call me, though, I hope there’s no next time.”

You smiled, “Alright, Tommy. I’m tired from all that crying I did, can you hold me while I sleep?”

His heart warmed, “Of course, love, anything for you.”

You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname. 

Tom wrapped his big, muscular arms around your waist, laying the two of you into a comfortable position. It didn’t take you long to fall asleep, and Tom followed not long after. 

Harrison watched the entire interaction from his seat. What the two of you couldn’t see was that you were perfect for each other. He had quietly gotten out of his seat and grabbed a blanket, tucking the two of you in it.

Harrison couldn’t help but smile at his two best friends holding each other.

Would you write a part two to Laundry Day that ends with y/n sucking and choking on Tom's cock, as was mentioned in the first part? :D

laundry day pt.2

a/n: i had to do a lot of research to understand how i would describe a blowjob, so... hope i did a decent job,,, anyways this is like my third or fourth smut (woot woot), enjoy x

warnings: SMUT, oral (fem & m receiving), fluff in the beginning

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pt.1 | pt.2

As planned, you and Tom met at the adorable, little café which had a gorgeous view of the garden. Not only that, the café itself was breathtaking. It was everything and more than you could’ve imagined.

“It’s stunning,” you said, wide eyes scanning the building with awe.

“I knew you’d love it,” he smiled at your reaction, “and I see you took my advice with the outfit.”

Your cheeks flushed red, “Yeah, it’s not a bad look, just a little too revealing.”

“I see you’ve added more fabric to your body,” he observed your black pantyhose and nude bomber jacket. “I liked the fit from before more, but I can still see a desirable amount of skin,” his eyes moved down your body back up to your eyes, “leaves enough to imagination,” he winked.

“Shut up,” you were surely a flaming red now, “let’s order so we can get to garden faster.”

“Of course, darling,” Tom picked up the menu, pretending to look for a drink. He had already had his drink of choice in mind, he checked the menu last night. He took the time to admire you without your knowing.

Tom let you order anything you’d wanted, but feeling guilty, you only ordered a cup of coffee and a plate of macarons to share with him.

You were able to visit the garden after a short 45 minutes at the café. The array of colorful flowers made you feel content. The garden held beautiful sights and you had taken many photographs of the place, even though you could visit anytime you wished. 

At some time, you had wrapped your arm around Tom’s big, muscular one unintentionally. At first, he was shocked, but later on embraced it. He didn’t want to bother you and break your trance of the scenery. 

When you reached the end of the garden, you looked up at Tom, who was already looking at you. His eyes were filled with affection and an inviting warmth. 

Neither of you knew how your faces had gotten so close, but you pulled away, saying, “Thank you so much for bringing me here, Tommy,” he blinked at the nickname, “I-I meant Tom. Sorry, I didn’t mean to say that. It just slipped out.”

“No, it’s okay. You can call me whatever you want, princess,” he responded, placing a delicate kiss to your head.

“So, where are we headed to next?” You pipped, excited to see what was to unfold.

“Wanna head back to mine?”

“Y-Yours? As in your f-flat?” You almost choked at his offer.

“We don’t have to,” his eyes widened, “we can go somewhere else. Maybe the library? The mall?”

“N-No, let’s go to your place,” you calmed yourself down.

Tom hadn’t planned for anything to happen after the café and garden, but to say he was happy you wanted to stay with him longer would be an understatement.

“Welcome to my flat,” he said pulling up to a luxurious building.

The Victorian architecture flattering to the eye. The balcony above the red door decorated with pots of green plants. The black metal fencing of the balcony set a contrast to the cream walls and pillars. 

You were speechless. This was everything you imagined in a home.

As you stepped in, you could’ve fainted. Not only was the exterior magnificent, but the interior was absolutely stunning. 

Marble floors, light colored furniture, as well as contrasting decor.

“Would you like to keep your jacket on?” Tom voice snapped you out of your trance.

“I can carry it. I wouldn’t want to bother you with it, but thank you,” you smiled, looking up at him.

“Nonsense, love, give me that,” he snatched your jacket from your hands and placed it on the rack. “C’mon, as much as I enjoy watching you practically drool over my home and capture flies in your mouth, I know other ways to use your mouth,” he winked, placing a finger under your chin.

“Fuck off, you div,” he chuckled.

“Oo, she bites back.”

He led you up the grand staircase, bringing you to his room. He watched as you explored his room, feeling a sense of pride in him. 

You looked at the photographs of him with his family and friends, but noticed one that fell to the ground. You bent over picking it up when you felt a warmth press against you. 

“T-Tom?”

“Why do you bend over like that? Just to tease me? Are you trying to make me fuck you?” His voice was raspy and filled with lust. He turned you around to face him, “Do you want this as much as I do?”

“I-I,” you couldn’t believe this was happening. You never realized Tom felt the way he felt, but nonetheless, you lusted for him as well, “Yes, please, Tommy.”

“Get on your knees. Let’s see what that pretty mouth of yours can do,” he pulled off his belt, sliding of his dark jeans, revealing the boxer-clad tent in his pants. “Take ‘em off.”

Teasingly, you slowly pulled his boxers off, letting the elastic graze over his hard cock. 

“Uh- darling, stop teasing. I won’t last,” he groaned.

You giggled and proceeded to remove the cloth. You finally reached his feet and took his cock into your hands. Starting at the very tip, you gently rubbed it with the pad of your thumb, then moving your hand up and down his shaft. Once you saw pre-cum leaking out, you took him in your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his tip, sucking up the pre-cum.

“Fuck, love, your mouth feels so good,” Tom grabbed a handful of your hair, guiding you down his red, pulsing flesh.

You took him as far as your mouth would let you, but with the remaining space, you used one hand to stroke, while your other hand massaged his balls. You blinked innocently before looking up at Tom, who was writhing with pleasure.

“Stop,” he pulled you off of him.

“D-Did I do something wrong?” You looked at him concerned.

“No, darling, you did amazing. I don’t want to cum just yet, though, we have a whole night ahead of us.”

He pulled off your white camisole, revealing your perky tits.

“Naughty girl, you weren’t wearing a bra?” He arched a brow at you.

Before you could respond, his lips were wrapped around your pink bud and the other was massaged by his hand.

“Mmf- Tom,” you whined.

He pulled away with a pop, “Doesn’t feel good when you get teased, hm?”

You were about to roll your eyes when you felt him lightly toss you on the bed.

“Let’s get this thing off,” he tugged at the hem of your skirt.

You pulled it off in one swift movement, overly excited. He chuckled at your enthusiasm, climbing in between your legs.

“Look at you, you’re practically dripping for me,” he pressed a finger against your panty-clad pussy.

“Tommy, please,” you moaned, thrusting your hips.

He pressed an arm on your lower abdomen, holding you down in place. Using his other hand, he gripped onto your black lace panties, ripping them off your body.

“Hey! My panties,” you frowned.

“I’ll buy you another,” he dismissed.

His head dipped further between your legs, finally reaching your swollen bud. He licked it gently, looking up at you to see your reaction. You gasped at the sensation, whining for more. He continued, giving your clit kitty licks, making you thrash under him.

“Stay still,” the vibrations of his words traveled up your body into your core.

He inserted two digits in you, curling and thrusting them as he sucked your bud. 

“T-Tommy, I can’t. I need to cum,” you cried out.

“Then cum,” he said, lips still pressed against you.

That was enough to push you over the edge. You came with a pornographic moan, thrusting with so much strength, Tom’s hold broke. He licked up every last drop of your liquid, not wanting to miss any of your sweetness.

“You taste delicious, love,” Tom put his two fingers into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself.

You moaned in response. He climbed up, aligning your faces. He took a strand of y/h/c hair and tucked it behind your ear before leaning in for a passionate kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips.

He pulled away, smirking, “We’re not done yet, darling. I still haven’t cum yet, and I plan on making you cum a lot more tonight.”

i won’t say i’m in love

a/n: based on the song ‘i wont say im in love’ from hercules,,, this just came to mind because i needed to write something, so i hope you enjoy it... meg is the best disney princess no doubt, after facing all that heartbreak, though 

warnings: fluff, infidelity, pinch of angst, acceptance 

italics are song lyrics

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If there's a prize for rotten judgement I guess I've already won that No man is worth the aggravation That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Years ago, you dated Brett, an asshole who cheated on you for over half a year. The two of you had been high school sweethearts. You were convinced that you loved each other, especially since he chose to go to the same college as you. Though, that all changed when you had found him in bed with a blonde you’d seen around campus once or twice.

From then on, you had sworn to yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone else. You walls were up and they weren’t coming down anytime soon. You wouldn’t allow yourself to go down that same path again.

Who'd' ya think you're kiddin' He's the Earth and heaven to you Try to keep it hidden Honey, we can see right through you Girl, ya can't conceal it We know how ya feel and Who you're thinking of

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

You swoon, you sigh Why deny it, uh-oh

It's too cliche I won't say I'm in love

Then, you met Tom. He was a sweetheart and treated you with such kindness, you drew into him.

Your best friends could see right through you. Although you were denying it, you were clearly falling for the British brunette.

Once, Tom had entered the room while you were giving a presentation and you began stumbling over your words. The presentation became a flustered mess after his arrival, and to your dismay, Tom sat in front of your seat. For the rest of the class, you sat behind Tom, swooning.

“C’mon, Y/N, it’s so obvious! You like Tom,” one of your best friends, Valentina, teased.

Blushing, you replied, “No, no I don’t.”

I thought my heart had learned its lesson It feels so good when you start out My head is screaming get a grip, girl Unless you're dying to cry your heart out

The day you accepted the fact that you were falling for Tom, you thought back to Brett. In the beginning, Brett treated you like a princess, but in the end he tossed you to the side, as if you were nothing. Tears filled your eyes and you shut out any thoughts of either of the boys.

You keep on denying Who you are and how you're feeling Baby, we're not buying Hon, we saw ya hit the ceiling Face it like a grown-up When ya gonna own up That ya got, got, got it bad

Valentina and Erza didn’t believe a single denial you’d told them. They were glad to see you opening your heart to someone new. It was quite obvious that your crush on Tom wasn’t going to end anytime soon. 

“You’re going to have to face the reality someday, Y/N/N,” they explained as you walked to your next lecture.

“I can wait,” you picked up your pace, walking farther away from the two.

“You’ve got to own up to it,” Erza said, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah, you’ve got it bad,” Valentina appeared by your side once again. 

No chance, no way I won't say it, no, no

Give up, give in Check the grin you're in love

This scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love

“No chance, no way,” you shook your head in denial, “I won’t confess anything.”

“Give up, it’s so obvious. The grin on your face is practically screaming ‘I’m in love,’” Erza rolled her eyes.

“Nope,” you dashed to your lecture, leaving Erza to laugh by herself.

You're doin' flips read our lips You're in love

You're way off base I won't say it

She won't say she's in love

Get off my case I won't say it

Girl, don't be proud It's O.K. you're in love At least out loud, I won't say I'm in love

Days turned to weeks, that turned into months. Valentina and Erza wouldn’t stop bothering you about Tom. You tried to get them to believe they were wrong, but they wouldn’t give up. You had to block out any romantic thoughts of Tom, knowing you would fall even harder.

“Hi, Y/N. Valentina and Erza, is that their names?” Tom approached you, and you nodded in response, “They told me you wanted to hang out some time, kind of like a date.” The two of you were blushing.

“Uhm, if you want, but can we take it slow?”

“Yeah, of course,” he rubbed the back of his neck, letting a curl fall in front of his forehead, “See you in class?”

“Yeah, see you,” you smiled gently.

You finally allowed yourself to accept that you were in love, but you wouldn’t say it out loud.

man child

a/n: i used my prompt list for this so you guys should go check that out and send in some requests because i’m drained of ideas... this title whole fic is shit in my opinion,,, @ tRiGgEreD

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: BaD wOrDs two of them

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“Is that my shirt?” Tom asked, watching you waddle around the kitchen with snacks piling in your arms.

“Yeah, sorry. I conveniently found it, and you know the saying, finders keepers,” you pouted at your mobster boyfriend, giving him puppy dog eyes.

“It looks better on you anyways,” he shrugged before setting up the movie.

You blushed, feeling a burst on tingles in your abdomen. Quickly brushing off his comment, you threw all the snacks at his blanket-clad body and settled beside him. He pulled the blanket over you, warmth enveloping you. You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek as his arm moved to wrap around your waist. You let yourself snuggle into his muscular body.

“I love you, Tommy,” you looked up at him, eye shining with admiration.

“I love you, too, darling,” he leaned down, placing kisses all over your face. “You’re fucking adorable,” you giggled as his words vibrated on your neck.

“Stop,” you whined, “pay attention to the movie.”

He glanced at the screen before bringing his attention back to you, “I like watching you more.”

Somehow, Tom had ended up snuggled in your lap and you were stroking his newly grown curls. You doubted he was watching the movie at all, he was most likely asleep. His eyes, indeed, were fluttering shut, relaxing at the feeling of your fingers massaging his head.

“Love, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?” Tom pouted and whined like a child.

“How is it that you are one of the strongest mobsters out there, but you are a literal child?” 

“I’m not a child,” he furrowed his brows, crossing his arms awkwardly.

“Sure, Tommy, sure,” you rolled your eyes, continuing to play with his hair.

He let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms, only centimeters away from hitting your face.

“Let’s go to bed, baby,” you tapped his arm.

He let out a small ‘yay’ and threw you over his shoulder. Your ass stuck out and your Tom’s shirt started to slip off your petite frame.

“A child couldn’t carry you like this, could they?”

“A muscular child could,” you poked his back, cackling as he groaned.

is this seat taken pt.2

a/n: this is a lot longer than i expected it to be and it took me almost the entire afternoon so hope it doesn’t flop like everything else :(

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fluff

masterlist                     prompt list

pt.1 | pt.2

You walked into the dimly-lit home, music and chatter of people pounding in your ears. It smelled awfully of alcohol and sweat. Out on the lawn, people were throwing up their guts, while inside, people were grinding on one another. 

Your friends had convinced you to come. Unlike yourself, they loved to party and let loose, so when you told them about the invitation, they didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Now that you were there, you started to regret it. Your friends had already left you to go hook up with some guys or get themselves drunk. You, on the other hand, tried to squeeze your way through the crowd. Only wearing a maroon bralette and light washed shorts, you wrestled off guys trying to grab you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw the kitchen, an empty yet messy room. You slid into the room, leaning against the counter, sighing. You looked over at the trunk of drinks and went to see if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in it. Surprisingly, there were many cans of soda and water bottles. You dug your hand into the box of ice, pulling out a bottle of cold water.

“I guess I must be irresistible, then,” a familiar British voice came from behind you.

You jumped in shock, turning around quickly to see the boy who invited you to the party.

“No, not really. My friends just dragged me here,” you explained.

“Ouch, that hurts,” his eyes scanned over your figure, “and that is hot,” he said shamelessly.

You slapped his bicep, “Eyes up here, div.”

“Div? Alright then, princess,” he smirked before playfully bowing.

You rolled your eyes, turning away, “Don’t you have to go find a girl to fuck? I’m pretty sure you won’t find one here.”

“Yeah, I guess there are no girls in here,” he placed his chin between his index finger and thumb. You glared at him. “Kidding, kidding. Honestly, I’d rather just hang with you.”

“I’d rather not, so I’m gonna go,” you started towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, stay. I’m not just some stupid fucker, I swear.”

Realizing you had no where to go, you groaned, “Fine, but you’re going to have to be my entertainment tonight. I’m not going to let my phone die,” you looked at your percentage, 27%, “About that, do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one in my room, but we’re going to need to be up there if you want to charge it.”

“That’s fine, but no funny business,” you pointed a finger at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

“I know, now let’s go,” he laughed.

Tom led you up the stairs, maneuvering past the drunks. He opened a door to a clean room filled with fresh air. It had grey walls and to match them, a queen sized bed with a simple grey duvet. In the corner, there was a desk with books, papers, and a laptop placed on it. Posters of Marvel characters, mostly Spider-Man, and plays decorated the room.

“This is your room?” You asked, awestruck.

“Yup, I like to keep it clean, unlike the other boys,” as you stood in the room, still looking around, he snatched your phone out of your hand and placed it on his desk, charging it, “You can sit where ever you’d like. I’m pretty sure your cleaner than anything in this house, so be my guest to sit on my bed.”

Still looking around, you plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. The soft fabric gently rubbed against your skin and you sunk into the comfort of the mattress.

“So, are we gonna talk or are you gonna keep admiring my room?” He asked, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you survey his abode.

“Oh, right. It’s just such a nice room,” your eyes sparkled with content.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve got that. Now pay attention to me.”

Your gaze traveled to him. You noticed his curls were messily assorted on his head and a loose curl hung above his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes were watching you with admiration. The line of his jaw was very defined, and he was fairly muscular.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he quoted your response from before.

You looked up and blushed, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s alright, darling, found it quite cute, actually,” you were surely red now, “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Great, then truth or dare?”

The game started innocently, with simple questions like, “What’s your favorite color,” or “What are your hobbies?” Then, it escalate to, “How many people have you fucked,” or “Is there anyone you’d like to fuck that is here, at this party?” Tom had asked you that question and you sat, flustered.

You had an answer in mind, but you didn’t want to say it. You’d learned so much about him over a couple hours, and ever since you looked at him, you started to notice specific details in his features.

“So, is there?” He nudged your shoulder, winking at you.

“Yes,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Who?” He looked at you intently.

“Isn’t it my turn to ask the questions?”

“Okay, then I choose dare.”

“I-I dare you to,” you hesitated, “Idareyoutokissme.”

He stared at you, shock glazing his features.

“I should go,” you said, quickly standing up.

“No, wait,” he pulled you onto his lap, smashing his lips on yours.

At first, your eyes were wide open, but as he continued, you melted into the kiss, following along. The kiss was passionate. His hands roamed your body, occasionally squeezing your ass. You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed.

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

Without answering, you yanked his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He listened and tore it off. You ground your hips on his, moaning at the sensation. His hands massaged your breasts before pulling off the bralette, revealing your hard nipples. The pad of his thumbs teasingly rubbed the sensitive buds, making you let out a loud moan.

He flipped you over, placing you beneath him. His mouth engulfed your left breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He groped the other breast with his hand. Slowly, his mouth moved to kiss down the center of your torso. Once, he was above the waistband of your shorts, he skipped down to your inner thighs. 

“Tom,” you whined.

He chuckled, sending vibrations up your leg. Your hips rose, trying to put pressure on your clit. He looked up at you and began to pull off your shorts. There was a visible patch of wetness in your maroon panties. His finger gently stroked it, making you jump at the sensation. He gently kissed your inner thighs once again, but inching closer to spot you needed it most. When he finally reached it, he lightly licked it and pulled away.

You groaned and begged, “Please, Tommy, I need you.”

He grabbed your panties, sliding them down your legs, taking his time. He threw them to the side, completely disregarding them. His hands pushed your legs apart, allowing him to drop in front of your dripping pussy. His lips attached to your swollen clit, sucking on it. Your back arched off the mattress, moaning with pleasure. He licked up your wet slit, swirling your clit and watched as you writhed. 

“Fuck, I need you in me, please,” you begged breathlessly. 

Tom lifted himself off of you, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung out, some veins popping out of it. You stared at the size of it, afraid it wouldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, love, just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop,” he said reassuringly.

He climbed over you, collecting your wetness with his tip. Slowly, he slid into you, groaning at your tightness. He began to increase speed as your moans grew more vocal.

“You feel so good, darling.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” you moaned.

“Feels so good when you squeeze me, baby,” he bent down to kiss your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you yelped.

“Cum for me, love,” he whispered in your ear, urging you on.

You let out a loud moan, shaking with pleasure as you came. He pulled out, instructing you to open your mouth and he let his cum fall into your mouth. You swallowed his load as he dropped beside you.

“That was amazing, princess,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding your bare body against his.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” you said yawning as you cuddled his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” his eyes fluttered shut.

After a while of waiting, you felt Tom’s breathing steady and his movement lessen. 

You looked up, ensuring that he was asleep and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

You felt him shift beside you and your breath caught in your throat. You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

To your dismay, his hoarse voice replied, “I think I’m falling for you, too. I’d never hurt you, love.”

Your eyes were stuck shut, pretending to be asleep to hide your embarrassment. He caught the gist and chuckled, stroking your hair before falling asleep with you still in his arms.

pillow talk

a/n: i saw a couple of prompts and i thought “well that’s cute” and just yeeted them into the fic... enjoy xx

warnings: fluffy, late night convos with tommy, not explicitly sexual but there are sexual terms and insinuations

masterlist                     prompt list

You and Tom laid in bed holding one another, appreciating each other’s presence. A beam of light from the moon leaked through your curtains, shining over the two of you. Everything around you was still, no sounds erupting out of thin air. 

Tom shifted beside you, turning his head to get a better view of you. Neither one of you could sleep, though none of you knew why. Your arm and leg was draped over his body while your head rested on his arm. 

“You’re really comfortable,” you said, breaking the silence, “and you smell good.”

He chuckled, “Thank you, darling, but I think you smell divine.” His arm moved under you to stroke your hair, “How is your hair so soft? Are you using like a bajillion pumps of conditioner every day?”

“I just have naturally soft hair, thank you very much,” you sassed jokingly.

“Of course you do,” he sighed, “Can’t sleep?” 

“Yup, I don’t know why, though.”

“Neither can I. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you,” he confessed.

“Thanks for making me seem like a bad girlfriend,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes, “You’re not a bad girlfriend, love. You’re the best girlfriend in the whole wide world,” he saw a satisfied smile light up your face, “Happy now?”

You nodded enthusiastically, pulling him closer to you. The warmth of his body radiated off him. You shuddered when a soft breeze hit your back and pressed further onto Tom.

“Are you trying to kill me?” He chuckled, feeling blood rush into his lower regions.

“You’re so warm,” you put your cheek against his warm chest.

As you laid with your body pressed against his, you felt something hard touching your lower core. 

You gasped, “Tommy!”

He mimicked you, “Y/N!”

“Your just like a teenager going through puberty,” you giggled.

“It’s not my fault,” he defended, “You’re the one pushing against me, and I can’t control myself around you.”

“Well I’m not helping you with your little issue, so you may escort yourself to the bathroom or suffer,” you said simply, still clutching onto his warmth.

“Little? I’ll have you know I’m a good 8 inches,” he stated.

“Ew, go away,” you whined, “I don’t want to hear about your dick. Just do what you gotta do or don’t.”

“I guess I’ll just stay here and rub my “little” issue against you,” he shrugged.

Giggling, you pushed him away, “Stop. Go get rid of it.”

He groaned, “Why won’t you help me now? You’re always eager to hop on it.”

“Go,” you blushed.

He joined you back in the bed after about 10 minutes, looking sweaty and flustered.

“Enjoy yourself in there?” You teased.

“I sure did, darling. Felt so good letting my load out,” he sighed, “You should’ve seen the amount, you would’ve jumped to swallow it.”

You smacked his arm, blushing furiously.

“I’m starting to feel tired. Maybe I just needed to get off. Luckily I have my lovely girlfriend to give me quality advice,” he smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m not tired, though,” you complained.

“Trying getting off, it really works.”

“No, Tommy, I want you to sing,” you whined.

“But I don’t like to sing,” he argued.

“I’ll suck you off tomorrow,” you bargained.

“Fuck. Fine, but I won’t sing for long. Enjoy while you can,” he obliged.

Mumbling a small ‘yay,’ you neatly tucked yourself under the covers and snuggled into Tom. He began softly singing Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood. Not long after, the two of you fell asleep, limbs tangled together.

Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

cruel envy v.1

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

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

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

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’you’)

masterlist                     prompt list                    

9. “You’re in love with her.”

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

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

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

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

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

“What’s so obvious?”

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

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

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re still going on your date?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cruel envy v.2

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

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

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

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

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’her’)

masterlist                     prompt list

9. “You’re in love with her.”

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

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

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

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

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

“What’s so obvious?”

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

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

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re still going on your date?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

can u write a imagine where tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before valentine days and tom accidently spills what he bought for her for valentines day

cheesy spoilers

a/n: this is kind of short, but i hope you enjoy it... i don’t know if the gift i inserted was good because i’m not much a valentine’s person... enjoy xx

warnings: swearing, fluff, tom the living spoiler

masterlist                     prompt list

pt.1 | pt.2

Tom held you in his large, muscular arms, your face pressed against his chest. The two of you were laying in bed, talking restlessly the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. Your movement ceased, and you looked up at him, “What?” He asked, chuckling before realizing he had spoiled his own surprise. “Fuck, shit. Y-You didn’t hear anything,” his large hands cupped your ears, shushing you. 

“Tommy,” you pulled his hands from your ears, “you’re so precious. Thank you so much. You shouldn’t’ve,” you pressed your body even further into his, arms wrapping around his buff body.

He smiled softly, gently squeezing you, “I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I will always be here to protect you, through thick and thin. You’re forever in my mind. You’ll never be alone, Y/N.”

Tears filled your eyes, “I-I don’t know what to say. How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?” You felt wet drops falling down your face.

“Oh, don’t cry, darling,” his hand was stroking your back.

“This is your fault,” you giggled over your tears, “I probably look so stupid right now.”

“No, you look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous,” he said softly, kissing your head.

“Stop, this is too soft for me,” you whined. “I love you, but you set me off sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes, “You do, too, which makes us perfectly compatible. Classic opposites attract.” You yawned, starting to feel the time catching up to you. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

“Alright, Tommy. Goodnight. I love you,” your voice wobbling.

“Goodnight, love.”

With one final kiss to your head, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep while you were already in a deep slumber, dreaming about your future with Tom.

admitting pt.3

a/n: updated broooo... this is for @hollandxreed because she asked for it a while ago... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: light mention of sex barely there, fluff, movie night with the bros

! previous part !

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It was late when you, Harry, and Tom arrived back at the Holland home. The moon was smiling down at the world with the stars shining beside it. The air became cooler, and the wind grew stronger. 

You walked into the warmth of the house wearing an orange hoodie. The item was too big for your body, covering your finger tips and riding down to your mid-thigh. It belonged to Tom. You were cold, and he’d offered it to you, seeing that you were still cold even after wearing a faux fur jacket. The hoodie smelled just like him, engulfing you in his scent and warmth.

“Movie night?” Harry suggested while the group of you settled back in the home.

“Sure. I’m gonna take a bath first, though,” you replied, already half way up the stairs.

“Same, and you should, too,” Tom trailed after you.

You heard Harry mutter “I will” as you entered your room, grabbing a new pair of panties and an oversized shirt. You considered wearing Tom’s hoodie but decided rather return it than keep it.

You scurried to Tom’s room, holding the orange sweater in your arms. You knocked on his door, waiting for a response.

“Tom?”

The door cracked open, and you saw the familiar chocolate brown eyes peaking out at you before his voice, “What’s up?”

“Just thought I’d return this to you. Thanks for letting me wear it,” you handed him the hoodie.

“No problem,” he smiled, grabbing it.

The two of you remained in your position, staring into each other’s eyes. You were sucked into the depths of his eyes, pooled with love and lust. He, on the other hand, was fantasizing about you, imagining the things he could do with you.

Harry’s footsteps emerged from the stairs and shook you from your stare, “I should get going. We need to shower. See you later,” and off you went.

“See ya,” he whispered to your back.

Your cheeks were flaming red as you rushed to the shower. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach and a something running down your spine. Your head snapped back to look but no one was behind you. You shook your head and hopped into the moist cubicle. You held yourself in your arms, thinking back to what just happened. Was Tom lusting over you? You shivered at the thought and told yourself that you were going insane. You scrubbed away your “delusional” thoughts and drowned yourself in the warmth.

-

Tom stood in his shower, thinking about your eyes drilling his. He couldn’t help but think of him pounding into you with your eyes locked with his. He groaned in lust and frustration. His member had grown hard from his thoughts. A hand reached up the his hair, combing through it with guilt. He couldn’t help himself, though. Leaning against the wall, his hand moved down to his length.

-

You stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around your body. With a blowdryer in your hand, you blew your hair dry, combing it occasionally. Once you finished drying it, you changed into your clean clothes. Strands of hair fell in front of your face and no matter what, they couldn’t stay back. You sighed and pulled your hair into a messy bun. 

You walked out of the bathroom, then your room to the stairs. Harry was already sitting on the couch, snacks piled on the table ahead of him. The controller was in his hand as he looked for a movie to watch. Tom appeared from the kitchen, holding a big bowl of popcorn. You hurried down the stairs, sitting beside Harry.

“What movie do you wanna watch? Can’t find one,” Harry asked you.

“How about Harry Potter?”

You felt the cushion beside you dip, realizing Tom sat beside you. You turned and smiled at him while he smiled back. The tingling sensation in your stomach flared once again.

Harry awkwardly coughed behind you, “Which one?”

You ripped away from your shared gaze and replied, “Um, maybe Goblet of Fire?”

“Sure,” he replied and selected the movie. 

All your attention shifted to the screen, snatching the bowl of popcorn into your arms. You watched the snake slither through the grass into the skeleton, revealing the large logo: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. You grabbed a small amount of popcorn, stuffing your face with it. Your legs were crossed under the bowl, the gap in between your legs holding it straight.

Harry and Tom began to snack away, as well. Harry opened a bag of pretzels while Tom got a bottle of beer. The room was filled with sounds of chewing, crunching, and swallowing.

It had been about an hour into the movie, and your favorite scene began to play. 

Hermione shyly peeked her head out from behind the wall, looking down at the small clusters of people. She stepped out from her hiding, revealing her entire look. Her hair was sleek and twisted into an elegant knot. She wore a multi-toned pink dress that was nicely secured to her torso with sleeves made of a flowing material, same as her skirt. A plum colored belt wrapped around her waist, tying into a small bow in the front.

Squealing, you whispered, “She looks gorgeous!”

You watched as she descended down the stairs, slowly making her way to the bottom. Viktor Krum approached her, wearing his red dress robes. He politely bowed before giving her his arm. She gently placed her arm onto his, gaining a satisfactory nod from Krum that she didn’t notice, causing you to giggle.

Unbeknownst to you, Tom was staring at you the entire time. He admired you as you sat with your hair pulled up messily and oversized t-shirt hiding the place he desperately wanted to see. When he heard you murmur “She looks gorgeous,” he quietly said, “You look gorgeous, too,” but it was too quiet for anyone else to hear.

It was 2 A.M., yet the movie was still yet to finish. After all you had done that day, you were completely drained and in need of a relaxing sleep. You forced yourself from falling asleep, shoving more loads of popcorn into your mouth. Sadly, it didn’t work, and your eyes began to flutter shut. With all the energy remaining in you, you tried to pry your eyes open. You only saw darkness, and your head went limp, leaning against one of the boys beside you.

Harry looked at Tom who had suddenly gone stiff. The twin noticed your unconscious figure leaning against his older brother.

“We should get to bed,” Harry whispered, turning off the the television.

“Yeah, I’ll take her to her room,” Tom replied, moving his arms to carry you bridal style.

“Alright, goodnight, then,” Harry waved, yawning before he entered his room.

Tom brought you to your room, gently placing you on the bed. He hadn’t realized that your shirt rode up higher than before, revealing your Calvin Klein panties. He was brought back to his fantasies, but quickly recovered when you shifted in the bed. He draped the blanket over your body, bidding you a good night before you instinctively wrapped yourself around his arm. He tried to gently pry you off without waking you but there was no use. Your grip was shockingly strong for someone who was unconscious. 

He gave in and snuggled into bed beside you. You let go of his arm, cuddling into his warmth. He looked at you and smiled. He wrapped an arm around you, holding you. Your movements came to a halt and all went silent. 

Tom fell asleep, arm still wrapped around you. You had moved your arm to hug his muscular torso. The two of your legs were tangled together. 

It was the most peaceful sleep either of you had had in a long time.

! next part coming soon !

Hello! Please could you write something where the reader accidentally breaks something of Toms like his guitar or an award or something and gets really upset and worried that he’ll be mad but he’s not and he’s really soft and sweet 💔😭

irreplaceable

a/n: hello! so i’ve got a list of things i will be writing, so please be patient if you sent in a request... i’m working on a new fic every day because i don’t want to squeeze too much work into one day; these fics take me a while to write... anyways enjoy xx

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, accidental injuries, angst, fluff

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You were browsing through Tom’s room, letting your eyes take a break from staring at a screen for too long. Of course you’ve been living with him since the quarantine, but you never took the time to look deeply through his room, seeing as you were always preoccupied with work or other things like Tom. 

You walked over to the white shelf with many picture frames propped on top of it. Each one had a different picture of Tom, from when he was a baby to recent events. You picked up the crystal framed image. You examined him huddled with his family and Paddy standing in the front, all of them wearing their Brother’s Trust shirts. You admired how close together they looked. You loved your own family, but you couldn’t imagine having and being part of such an amazing family like Tom’s. 

You smiled to yourself, forgetting about the picture in your hand. Tom had brought you into the family. He had always been there for you and so were the rest of the Hollands. Nikki treated you as if you were her daughter-in-law, as well as Dom. The Holland brothers were very close with you, befriending you the moment you were introduced. You sighed, full of content.

“Y/N-” Harry burst into the room.

You dropped the picture in your hand, listening to the loud shatter as it made contact with the wooden floor. You fell to your knees, trying to save as much as you could. Luckily, the image itself wasn’t harmed, but the frame was completely demolished. You tried to retrieve the chunks of crystals and put them together but some pieces were missing that you couldn’t find.

“Oh my god! Y/N!” The twin rushed over to you, trying to pull you off the ground.

Unbeknownst to you, you were kneeling on shards of broken glass. The pain was numbed by the fear and guilt you were feeling. Tears ran down your face, and you let out a loud sob.

“It’s alright,” Harry cooed, stroking your back, “Look, I need you to get up. Your legs are covered in blood.”

You refused, tugging your arm away when he gently gripped it. Unconsciously, you slammed your hand back into the mess of glass, cutting your hand as well.

“We need to get you cleaned up. It’s only a picture,” he said, trying to calm you.

You finally spoke, “Bu-But the frame was made of crystals. It must’ve been so expensive,” through blurred vision, you could see the mess you made, “and look at this mess.”

You were utterly ashamed of yourself. For all you know, that frame could’ve costed hundreds of dollars. It must’ve meant loads to Tom.

“He’s going to be so mad,” you whispered shaking your head in shame.

“Who? Tom?” You nodded. “That’s complete nonsense. Tom would never. He’ll forgive you if you tell him it was an accident, which it was.”

You gave in to Harry’s pleads, letting him clean the mess for you while you went to take a hot bath to calm yourself down. Only when you looked in the mirror had you seen what a mess you became. Blood was dripping from your knees and palms, looking like you committed a murder. After the bath, you were able to collect yourself and prepare yourself to confess to Tom. Still afraid he would be mad, you put on a pair of Nike Pro shorts with your own shirt. Usually you wore his shirts, but this time, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

Harry had cleaned the scene to be completely spotless, as if nothing had happened at all. If Tom didn’t notice the missing picture, you could probably get away with it, but it would cruel of you to keep this a secret from him.

“Hey, Tommy,” your voice was quiet and shaking.

“Hello, love. How are you?” He looked up from his paperwork, smiling at you.

“G-Good,” you were looking everywhere but at him.

“Love, you’re bleeding,” he rushed up from his seat to examine your knees. He hadn’t seen your hands as they were hidden behind your back.

“Oh, I forgot to patch them up,” you laughed nervously. You couldn’t help but let tears fill your eyes, “I’ve gotta tell you something, Tommy.” He looked up at you, a frantic look on his face. You forced your tears back, “I-I broke your picture frame with the crystals!”

You expected him to burst and yell at you, telling you to get out, but instead, he furrowed his brows and sighed.

“That’s not important right now. You need to get these,” he tapped above your cuts, “wrapped up. I don’t want you to bleed out,” he rose from his kneeling stance, kissing you on your forehead.

“Are you not mad?” You asked, eyes shining with innocence.

“Of course not. Why would I be mad?”

“I broke your-” your breath hitched, “your frame,” you winced at the memory as it hurt you to say it.

“Darling, you are more important than a silly picture frame. I can get that replaced whenever I want. You, on the other hand, are irreplaceable,” he bopped your nose.

“Thank goodness,” you hurriedly wrapped your arms around his torso, pressing the side of your face against his chest.

He chuckled, stroking your back as you squeezed the air out of him.

“C’mon, darling, we’ve gotta get you fixed up, alright? Then you can have all the cuddles you want,” he pulled you off of him, lifting you bridal style back to his room.

“Mhm, and Tommy?” He looked at you, “My hands are also bleeding,” you lifted your hands, revealing your bloodied palms.

“We’ll fix those, too, love,” he placed a chaste kiss to your lips.

You saw Harry walk by and waved at him, smile radiating with happy energy. You might’ve waved too aggressively because blood flung from your palms and onto your clothes.

Tom chuckled at your adorableness, “And let’s change you into one of my shirts, hm?”

You nodded fervently like a child getting what they’ve been desiring for a while.

You had no idea how you ended with the fiercest mobster, yet softest boyfriend in the universe.

i want to be more

a/n: i had no inspiration to write today, so i just made this, it’s a little hint for the next fic i’ll be writing... enjoy xx

warnings: fluff

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Tom: Y/N/N, I want to be more than friends...

Y/N: You mean... best friends?!

Tom: No, more...

Y/N: You want to be my boyfriend?!

Tom *shaking his head no*: You’re getting closer...

Y/N: Oh my god, Tommy!

Tom *is on one knee*: Will you marry me?

Y/N *on the verge of tears*: Yes! Oh my god! Yes!

can u do a imagine where it describes tom and y/ns romantic valentines day from morning to night and then towards almost midnight tom proposes her to be his wife and she is overjoyed btw y/ns sister is dating harry.

cheesy spoilers pt.2

a/n: this was so long... it took me like 3 hours to finish it, so hopefully it’s up to standards... enjoy my lovelies xx

warnings: minimal sexual innuendos, swearing, nervous tom

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pt.1 | p1.2

You awoke to the aroma of delectable foods coming through the cracks of the door. Your eyes fluttered open only to shut after meeting the beam of light peeking through the curtains. You groaned, shuffling under the covers, not wanting to get up.

You heard the door creaking as your brunette boy stuck his head into the open space between the door frame and the door. His eyes focused on you, he saw your figure under the large white blanket. Quietly, he tip-toed over to you and hopped onto your body, eliciting a moan of pain from you.

“Tom,” you moaned.

“Fuck, darling, do that again,” he sighed.

“Stop,” you blushed, “Get off of me. You’re heavy.”

“How rude,” he scoffed, standing back up.

You giggled and took his hand before he hoisted you out of the bed. He dragged you to the dining table, plates neatly displayed at two seats across of each other.

“For you, m’lady,” he pulled out a chair for you.

“Thank you,” you said softly, “Did you do all of this? Just for me?”

“Well, I had some help from Sam, but I did most of the work. Besides, why wouldn’t I do this for you?” He smiled proudly.

“I love you so much,” you gushed, “But we’ve been together for years now. There’s no need to be extra.”

“Anything for my love. Now, less talking and more eating,” he declared as he dug into his plate of food.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence while eating your brunch, only sounds of chewing or the knife cutting your meal occasionally filling the air. You would look across at Tom from time to time. He looked quite nervous about something as you could hear his leg bouncing under the table.

“Anything wrong, Tommy?” You asked, concerned.

He seemed shocked but answered, “No, nothing wrong at all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, don’t worry about me. Just enjoy yourself,” he smiled before getting lost in his train of thought once more.

You couldn’t seem to put your finger on what he was so worried about. You tried to think back to the night before, but your memory was foggy. You couldn’t remember much from last night.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

You felt like you were missing something crucial from the conversation. You focused on the conversation, hoping it would help you put the pieces together, but to your dismay, you could only remember getting tired and falling asleep in Tom’s arms. You shrugged it off and finished your meal.

Tom stood from his seat, plates and utensils in his arms, walking towards you.

“Finished?”

“Yes, thank you,” you grabbed your own dishes before he stopped you.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll do it. You go and get ready. I’m taking you out for a stroll somewhere you’ll love and then to dinner,” he took your plates and piled it into his arms.

You watched his back as he left to do the dishes. As much as you loved the boy, he annoyed you by always pushing you away when you offered to help. Rolling your eyes, you did as he instructed.

You walked out of your room, hair neatly curled and wearing a floral square neck sundress. Your white Chelsea boots clicked as you made your way to the kitchen.

“I’m ready, Tommy,” you announced, stepping into the room.

“Perfect, I just finished,” he said, wiping his hands on the washcloth.

He turned around to face you and was rendered speechless. His eyes were wide and tinted with admiration. He blinked, scanning his eyes over your form.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you teased.

“Let’s get going,” he chuckled, finally moving from his state of awe. “You look gorgeous, by the way,” he whispered in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You giggled, blushing as you gently slapped his chest. As you reached the door to your home, you grabbed your round, straw shoulder bag and placed your phone and wallet into it. Tom grabbed the keys to his Audi, starting it up after leaving the house. You sat beside him in the passenger seat, staring at the neighboring homes as you drove by. Soon those homes became cars then trees. 

“Where are we?” You asked.

“The Hill Garden and Pergola. You’ll love it.”

He parked the car and the two of you got out of the vehicle. He grasped your hand, leading you to the vast green land. When you entered, you did love it. There were beautiful shades of greens and occasional pops of colors from the flowers. You walked through the structures and into a large space. Pillars surrounded an empty center and supported to gridded roof. Past this area was a round structure with a teal dome ceiling.

“C’mon, Tommy,” you took your boyfriend’s hand, rushing him towards it.

A bright smile lit up your face while Tom looked nervous and frustrated. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his left hand remained in his pocket, grasping an object. In the confined, isolated space, he found this as a perfect opportunity.

“Y/N,” you turned to face him, “We’ve known each other for more than a decade, and we’ve been together for 6 years now.” He got down on one knee, revealing a red leather box with the word Cartier in gold on it. He opened the box, “I can’t imagine my life without you. You’ve been the love of my life ever since we were only teenagers. I want to have children and grow old with you. If you’ll do me the honor, that is.”

Tears filled your eyes, hands cupping your mouth. Your words came out as strange slurs and sobs. You resorted to nodding and stuck your hand out for him to slip on the ring. He stood for his stance and pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you in the air before connecting his lips with yours.

“Thank you so much, love. You’ve no idea how blessed I am to get a girl like you,” he spoke, your foreheads resting against each other.

“No, thank you, Tommy,” you sputtered.

Lost in the moment, you hadn’t noticed the small crowd that filled the area. They had started clapping and whistling, catching your attention. You laughed and smiled, waving at them. As the two of you exited the structure, many people congratulated you. A group of girls hid on the side, crying and whining in jealousy. They glared at you as you walked by, but you weren’t fazed by it, too consumed in the proposal.

Tom drove back to town, valeting the car as you arrived at the building. He led you into the it and up an elevator to 31st floor. The metallic doors opened, displaying the restaurant Aqua Shard. Remembering the familiarity of the restaurant, you realized it was rather expensive, in your opinion.

“No, I couldn’t,” you tugged on your fiancé’s arm.

“Yes, you can. Besides, I already have a reservation,” he objected.

“Fine but you can’t make me waste your money,” you snapped.

“You’re not wasting any of my money. You’re worth it, all of it,” he leaned down, gently kissing you.

The waitress behind the pedestal brought you to your seats. You had a perfect view of River Thames and Tower Bridge. You were also able to watch the the burst of pink and orange fill the sky as the sun set. 

You ordered the most affordable dishes they had. You’d gotten pearl barley risotto, which surprisingly was able to fill your stomach. Tom offered to get dessert but you denied. Obviously, he thought you were acting obnoxiously and bought it anyway.

“Ugh, I’m so full but it looks so good,” you groaned.

“It’s for you, darling. Dig in,” he pushed the dish towards you.

“You’re trying to stuff me,” you argued but tasted the chocolate and toffee tart. “Fuck, it’s good,” you moaned as you took another bite of it.

“I told you,” he smirked, receiving a roll of your eyes.

Tom drove back home with an overstuffed you. You felt sick from all the food that was contained in your stomach. You complained to him multiple times on your ride back. He only laughed at you and ignored your complaints.

You stepped out of the car, stretching with a sigh. You were able to digest most of the food on the long drive. Tom unlocked the door, and you rushed in to the warmth. On the counter, there were a dozen of roses with a small note attached to it: Happy Valentine’s Day! Love, Tom

Then, the events from the night before came rushing back into your mind.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. 

“Oh my god! How did I forget?” You groaned.

Tom looked at you, confused, “What?”

“You told me about your gifts last night, but this morning, I forgot about it completely,” you face-palmed.

“Really? I thought you remembered, that’s why I was so stressed,” he explained.

“Well, I didn’t so it was a nice surprise,” you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he pulled you into a passionate kiss.

He pushed you against the wall, hips rubbing against each other. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, and your hands were combing through his curls. His hands reached down to grab your ass. He squeezed it, gaining a moan from you.

He pulled away and breathlessly said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

You didn’t need to reply, he was already making his way to your shared room. He slammed the door locked behind him.

Surely the next morning, you would be sore, but that’s to care for later. For now, you’d enjoy it. The night was restless. There was no silence in the house all night

plank over me

a/n: i’m back and feeling healthier! it was just my period, oops... i have so many requests to start working on so bare with me and i’m going to have less time because i’m going to have more and more school work now... i got the idea for this fic from tom felton who, by the way, was and still is hOT-- okay then, enjoy xx

warnings: mild smut, fluff, swearing, you’re a horny bitch

italics is your thoughts / inner dialogue 

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Over the quarantine, you and Tom found ways to stay fit. Tom was much stronger than you were, so your workout routines were quite different. Occasionally, you’d share an activity to do together. Tom suggested sit-ups with a kiss each time you sat up, a cliché trend.

You sat on the couch, scrolling through YouTube to watch random Harry Potter videos when you came across the video “Tom Felton Plank All Over Me.” Interested, you clicked on the video and thought it would be fun to try with your boyfriend.

You watched as Tom’s vein began to bulge out of his forehead and words became slightly rushed. You giggled to yourself when he fell on top of the interviewer. His hands reached down to tap on the side of the interviewer’s thighs. For once, you felt jealous of an interviewer.

I’d let him plank over me any day, you thought.

Tossing your phone beside you, you made your way to Tom who was already exercising. Luckily, he had only just begun to warm-up his body. 

Silently, you stood at the doorframe admiring your boyfriend’s bare torso and evident v-line as he stretched. He groaned as he leaned over, attempting to touch his toes. You clenched your thighs together, suddenly feeling a slick in between your legs. You tried subduing your arousal by rubbing your thighs together but it only made you elicit a whimper. Tom’s attention snapped over at the sound.

“Hello, darling, are you alright?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“I’m great,” you smiled, “I just came to inform you that I found a cool little challenge we can try today.”

“Oh, really? What’s this challenge?” He moved towards you.

“Well, one of us are supposed to plank on top of the other person for as long as they can hold it for. We can still talk and kiss,” you blinked innocently.

He chuckled, “You don’t need to use this as an excuse to snog me, love.”

“I’m not trying to snog you! Besides, you’d be the one pouncing on me,” you replied bluntly.

“You’ve got a point there,” he placed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you to his chest.

“Do you wanna try it right now?” You asked, voice muffled.

“Anything you want, princess,” he pulled away.

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes, “I’ll go first because I’m not as strong as you.”

“Alright, then. Get on top of me,” he laid down on his back.

You climbed in between his legs and laid on his body, unwilling to plank.

“We haven’t even started, and I already regret this,” you whined.

“C’mon, darling,” he encouraged you, tickling your sides.

“Fine,” you groaned.

You rested your forearms beside his head, face inches away from his. You breathed slowly, trying to focus on using your core. You closed your eyes, relaxing your body.

“Darling,” your eyes snapped open. “I still want to talk,” the brunette laughed underneath you. He lifted his head off the ground to place a gentle kiss to your lips.

You gasped, feeling a tingling sensation in your stomach. You wanted to moan or cry out, but you were left breathless. You already felt your core starting to tighten and burn. 

“How are you doing up there? Feeling the burn yet?” Your boyfriend teased, noticing your stiff expression. You shook your head ‘no’ to prove him wrong, although your were suffering from the pain. 

How long had it been?

“You got this, darling,” Tom cheered you on.

You couldn’t hold your own weight anymore and plopped onto your well-built boyfriend. You were panting, arms limp beside him. You felt the vibrations of his chuckles tingling down your spine.

“As much as I enjoy you lying on top of me, I’d rather take that position,” he tapped your side, signaling you to get off.

“Ngh, Tommy, I don’t wanna move,” you pouted.

He rolled his eyes and flipped you onto your back on the floor. He positioned himself above you just as you did and held himself.

“That hurt so much. I hate it. How do people even do that?” You cried.

“You just need more practice, love. I’m sure you’ll be able to hold a plank longer after some more training,” he replied with ease.

“I hate how strong you are. It’s like you’re unintentionally mocking me,” you complained.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he leaned down to kiss you.

Tom was able to hold himself above you for a lot longer than you could. The body heat coming from the both of you intensified your arousal, strangely. You were sure he was trying to provoke you because he would occasionally dip his hips to “adjust” himself but accidentally rub his crotch against yours.

“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore,” he strained out.

He gently dropped from his plank, smashing your lips together.

“I want you so much, right now,” he whispered against your lips.

“Then take me,” you replied breathlessly.

His hands tangled into your hair, roughly kissing you. His hips ground against yours, thrusting your crotches together.

“Please, Tommy,” you moaned, bucking your hips in the air for more friction.

“Please what?” He teased.

“Please fuck me. I need you in me. Please,” you begged mercilessly.

“My pleasure, darling.”

Hi!! If you’re still taking requests, I was wondering if you can write about the reader doing some gardening and Tom sees her? I recently started it’s honestly the most therapeutic thing ever. Thank you!!

sweaty tease 

a/n: sheesh i don’t think i’m getting enough sleep because i feel like shit all the time now... enjoy the fic xx

warnings: just fluff, sOFT baby tom

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Your arm dragged over your forehead, wiping away your sweat. You were covered in splotches of dirt. The sun shone brightly against you back as you bent over, tending to your medium sized garden.

On the large white wall, three different colored bird feeders hung beside the frames of succulents. Beneath them was a small field of flowers, mostly colored with the bright green leaves. Popping out of the vast greens were hints of fuchsia and orange. 

You were very proud of how much you’d gotten done in such little time. Not only was it therapeutic but it added an aesthetic to the backyard.

You relaxed at the white Victorian table, staring at your work. You visualized improvements to be worked on but mostly admired the garden. You smiled to yourself, nodding with satisfactory.

-

Tom stood in the doorway to the backyard, eyes twinkling for admiration as he watched you work away on your garden. Your hair tied up in a messy bun left your back revealed with only the straps of your sports bra. He stared at your moist, glistening skin.

You approached the table he had bought for you weeks ago. He silently chuckled as you nodded your head at yourself.

-

You felt a pair of muscular arms engulf you from behind. The warmth sent a rush of heat through your body.

“Tommy, get off, I’m sweaty,” you whined, trying to pry his arms off of you.

“I don’t care. Can’t I hold my girlfriend whenever I want?” You could practically hear his pout in his voice.

“Yes but not when she covered in dirt and sweat,” the back of your forearm wiped away more beads of sweat rolling down your forehead. “Tommy, it’s too hot,” you complained while using most of your energy to pry him off.

“Fine but don’t come to me begging for cuddles,” his brows furrowed.

You rolled your eyes and giggled, “I’m pretty sure it’s the other way around.”

“Hmph, why d’you have to call me out like that, love,” his arms crossed and back slouched.

“Stand up straight, I don’t want you to use the wrong muscles and break your back, bub,” your small hands moved to his shoulders to adjust his posture.

“Oh! So you can touch me but I can’t?” He asked grumpily.

Your head fell limp to the side and gave him an apathetic glare. 

“Kidding, kidding,” he quickly replied.

“Mhm,” your eyebrows raised in disbelief. “Anyways, did you see my garden? D’you like it?” You asked giddily.

“I love it, darling. It adds a nice look to our backyard,” he gently kissed you.

You pushed him away, “No! I need to shower first.”

“Ugh,” he groaned, “Then can I shower with you?”

“Fine,” you began walking back to the house when you felt his presence closer to you, “but you don’t get to touch me until we get in the shower.” With that, you dashed away. You could audibly hear him groan in frustration.

“You’re the worst, love,” you heard him shout from behind you.

You laughed and slowly stripped, delaying Tom’s cuddling time. He’d taken his clothes off in record time.

“Hurry up,” he whined, “You’re only wearing a bra and shorts! How long can taking them off take?”

You didn’t reply, only rolling your eyes. You peeled off the articles of clothing, throwing them into the twine hamper. Rolling out more time, you picked up Tom’s clothes and put them into the hamper for him.

“Oh, get in here,” he stepped out of the shower and grabbed your arm, dragging you into the moist cubicle.

The first thing he did was hold you and place light kisses on your shoulders up to your lips. You had to push him away to wash away all the sweat on you. He offered to help, to which you accepted. He gave you a head massage as he washed your gorgeous locks of hair. You pressed your body against his, feeling the tension dwindle. 

“I love you, Tommy,” you murmured.

“I love you, too, princess.”

nothing can go wrong | teaser

a/n: i have an idea for a series!!! i’ll be working on all of your requests as well, but i’m going to work on this series too... enjoy this hopefully decent teaser xx

pairing: fuckboy!frat!tom x tutor!reader

warnings: one swear word, that’s all

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! teaser | pt.1 !

Students around you began packing their bags and leaving the room. You hadn’t noticed seeing as you were adding extra detail to your notes. 

“Y/N?” Your professor’s voice caught your attention.

“Yes, ma’am?” You asked while fumbling to put your supplies away, assuming she was kicking you out.

“Do you mind staying here a little longer? I have something to ask you and another student of mine,” she explained.

You immediately tensed, “O-Of course.”

You never got in trouble before. You thought back to anything you could’ve done that would’ve ticked her off but nothing came to mind. Your anxiety caught up to you, and you dropped in your seat, breathing heavily and eyes watering. Then, another idea popped in your mind. It could be something good. Maybe you were getting promoted to a higher level class.

You tried relaxing while you waited for half an hour, writing more notes and working on your homework. You were able to drown out the thought by giving your work all of your concentration.

The door opened and slammed shut. Your head snapped at the sound.

A tall brunette came strutting in, hands in his jean pockets, hair loosely flopping on his head. His arms defined with muscles. The white shirt he wore was loose and thin, showing off his well defined abs. His jawline sharp enough to cut you.

You recognized the biggest fuckboy and the leader of the most well-known fraternity, Sigma Omicron, on campus. You immediately looked away from him to continue your work.

“Ah, Tom, you made it! Perfect. Please, have a seat,” your professor spoke. “Y/N, you might want to move closer to us,” you looked up at her and flushed with embarrassment but nodded. “Alright, well I haven’t told you why I asked the two of you here today, but I have a proposal to make.”

You gave her a raised brow with suspicion. Beside you, Tom looked as if his soul wasn’t in his body.

“Here me out. Tom, you are failing my class while Y/N,” she smiled at you, “you are the best student I’ve ever had.”

By now, you had caught onto what she was proposing. It seemed as if Tom did as well because he was glaring at the professor with his arms crossed.

“So I was wondering if you,” she looked at you with pleading eyes, “could tutor Tom.”

“Do I even get a say in this?” Tom spoke up.

“You do, but if you don’t want to take my class again next year, I’d take up on this offer. Y/N here can surely help you boost your grades.”

You considered but the thought of the jealous girls attacking you and him flirting with you made you shudder.

“Please, Y/N. I’ll give you extra credit,” she begged.

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

“She should be able to make her own decisions without you begging her, professor,” he said cheekily.

Your jaw dropped, leaving your mouth agape. You couldn’t believe he talked back at a professor.

Feeling empathy for your professor, you replied, “I’ll do it. I’ll also take those extra credit points.”

“Thank you!” She chirped happily before regaining her composure, “I trust you know what you’re teaching, and Tom, don’t scare her away.”

He rolled his eyes, “If that’s all, can I go now?”

You gave him a judgmental side-eye which he chuckled at.

“Yes, you may go,” she dismissed the both of you.

By the time you finished packing, Tom was nowhere to be seen. You hadn’t scheduled your first class yet, so you now needed to chase him down.

You saw him walking away, hands still stuffed in his pockets.

“Tom! Wait up!” You called after him, rushing on your feet.

His head snapped at the mention of his name. He stopped in his place.

“What do you want?” He groaned.

“We need to schedule our first session. When are you available?”

“Already preparing our first date?” He smirked, rewarding himself with a glare from you. “All week, darling. I prefer we take lessons on Wednesday, though,” he said seriously.

“Alright. Let’s meet at the library this Wednesday at 4 P.M. Bring a notebook and pencil. See you then,” you scattered away before he could reply. 

The less time you spent with him the better. As long as you avoided him as much as possible, nothing could go wrong.

Right?

! next part !

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

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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.

in each other’s arms

a/n: i tried to write something fluffy and short because i’m so drained, so i hope you like it... this was inspired by a dramione fic i read today soooo... also next week, i’m going to start my algebra class so i won’t be able to post as often anymore, most likely every other day or less... nothing can go wrong part 1 will be posted soon, i promise !!!! enjoy the fic xx

pairing: enemies to lovers!tom x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff

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You had no idea how you got to the position you were in now. Only a few minutes ago, you were partying the night away. Now, you were locked in a room with your arch nemesis: Tom Holland. 

Ever since the pair of you were little, you had a mutual hate. It all started when he stole your toy and hid it from you for a whole day. You took your revenge by telling his crush that he wanted to give her a, and I quote, “a gigantenormous kiss.” She never spoke to him again.

You looked over at the brunette, glaring at his side profile. You couldn’t lie, his jawline was on fleek. It could probably cut through the door of this room. 

“What?” He snapped, noticing your gaze.

“Nothing,” you rolled your eyes, looking away.

The two of you fell silent once again. You looked around the room. There was practically nothing, only a bed, desk, and a book or two. You supposed this was the room most people came to fuck.

Tom glanced at you and your wandering eyes. In the dim lighting, he found himself ogling you. Your tousled hair rested on your back, tucked behind your ear. He noticed the natural tint of pink on your cheeks. The way your eyes blinked with innocence and lips fell slightly agape.

You pulled out your phone, checking the time. 2:27 A.M. Your eyes widened in shock. How much time had already passed? Why was no one helping the two of you out?

You let a yawn rip from your lips, and you stretched your arms.

“Shut up,” the British boy hissed, turning away from you to hide his small blush.

“I’m sorry. but some of us actually sleep instead of fucking the night away,” you retorted.

“I’ll have you know that I’m not like that. Whatever your stupid fantasies about me might be like, they’re not true.”

You scoffed, “Fantasies. More like nightmares.”

You rose from the ground, walking over to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Tom asked, eyeing you.

“Going to sleep, what else?”

“I’ll just sleep on the floor then,” he muttered trying to make himself comfortable.

You felt a twinge of sympathy for the boy and considered offering the bed for share. You thought about it but shook the idea away. It would make you seem if you were starting something. As a result, you threw him a pillow and the only blanket on the bed. It was only fair. He got the floor with a pillow and blanket, while you got the bed with a pillow. 

-

Tom awoke when he heard a sneeze. All went silent once more, and his eyes slowly began to flutter shut when, “Achoo!”

He flipped over to face you. You were shivering and tucked in a ball. He started to feel concerned for you, wondering if you had gotten sick.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, trying to be nonchalant about it.

“I’m just a lit-” sneeze, “little cold,” sneeze, “s’all,” you spoke, voice wavering.

He didn’t respond, and you assumed he went back to sleep before you heard shuffling from behind you.

Tom crawled into bed with you, placing his pillow next to yours. He draped the thick duvet over you, and you immediately relaxed, except for the still visible shivering.

“Oh, come here,” he groaned, pulling your body into his.

He placed your cheek against his chest and arms wrapped around your waist. Your legs tangled together and the shivering stopped. Now you were just tense from the unfamiliar sensation.

“Calm down. Just go to sleep,” he whispered in a groggy voice.

You nodded, pretending that Tom was any other guy that you’d be interested in. It wasn’t much of a struggle for you because, if you were completely honest, you started to notice more things about the boy that you adored.

Tom knew he felt something for you but was in denial for years. Instead of being nice to you to get your attention, he fucked around with you, insulting you for years to get your attention. 

The two of you fell asleep, at peace, in each other’s arms.