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falling

a/n: based off the song falling by harry styles. I wrote the first half of this at school in my English class and someone almost saw. I kinda freaked out lol. enjoy the fic tho

warnings: angst, curse words, slut shaming, drunk!Tom, fluff at the end

anything between the ‘-‘ means flashback

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Tom woke with a massive headache. He laid in the cold, empty bed all alone. Y/N finally left him. He couldn’t blame her. She had every right to leave. He could only blame the drink that was in his wandering hands.

The things he said to her the night before were terrible and he regretted every second of it.

-

“Stop being so fucking desperate. I can do whatever the hell I want. You’re just a slut.”

“Tom-”

“No, don’t talk. You’re not allowed to talk. Bloody hell, you’re so clingy, too. How did I even end up with you? Oh, that’s right, I felt bad for you. Yeah, you’re just my charity case.”

You were sobbing now. The tears were spilling out and unidentifiable sounds were coming out of your mouth.

“Fuck sake, can you not be so loud?” Tom slurred. As he was drunk, he had no filter. “M’going to sleep.”

-

He wished she could just forget what he had said that night. Tom never meant those words. He was drunk and grumpy. He knows he’ll never be able to take those words back.

Tom picked up his phone, checking if he had any text messages or calls.

There was a single notification and it was from Y/N. He pressed it, reading the paragraph ahead of him:

Hi, Tom. I know you didn’t mean the things you said last night, but it really struck a nerve with me. For so many nights, I laid in our bed, wishing that you would come back sober and ready to cuddle with me. Last night was beyond crazy. I care about you, Tom. For your own good, please stop drinking as much as you do now. I don’t want to see you go down such a bad path. I love you and I’m not sure if I’ll stop, but for now, it’s goodbye. Goodbye, Tom.

She still cared. Even after all he said, she still cared about him and loved him. He treated her terribly and yet, she was still there for him.

Tom broke down into tears, holding the pillow Y/N used to lie on. He breathed in the scent of her shampoo, reminiscing the showers they had together.

He was falling down a dark hole and he couldn’t find a way out.

months later

At the door, he heard a knock. He opened the door, a frown on his face. He hadn’t smiled ever since Y/N left. He hoped that one day she would come back and stay with him. That one day, when he opened the door, she would be there. Slowly that spark faded into nothingness, and all hope was gone.

Yet, there she stood.

“Y/N,” Tom said breathlessly.

“Hi, Tommy,” she smiled.

“W-What are you doing here?”

“I heard you were having a tough time and I couldn’t help it. I still love you, Tom. I hope you’ve changed for the better,” she looked down.

“I have, darling, I swear. I stopped drinking and I haven’t gone out for a long time. I didn’t mean what I said to you those months ago. I know I can’t take them back, but please, please take me back. I love you, Y/N. Please,” Y/N felt a light tug on her heart as she heard Tom voice break at the end.

“I’ll trust you, but only this once. If you ever break me again, I’m gone. There will be no second chances,” Y/N said sternly, and Tom nods in reply.

“Thank you, love. I won’t let you down, I promise.”

Then, a light shone. A bright, inviting light. It pulled Tom out of the darkness and back into the light. In all of the whiteness, he saw a shining figure ahead of him: Y/N.

happy valentine’s day

a/n: happy valentine’s day!!! i might write another imagine later on in the day if anything happens at my school. today will be a good day for fic inspo. share your favorite/most interesting valentine story at this link: click me!!! hope you guys enjoy this short fic

warnings: fluff

I lie in bed, snuggled into the muscular figure beside me. Looking up, I see the brown, fluffy curls draped over Tom’s forehead. Small snores came out of Tom slightly agape mouth. I giggled quietly, admiring his every feature — from his left eyebrow to his crooked nose to his small, pink lips.

Tom groaned, eyes fluttering open, “Morning, love.”

“Did I wake you? M’sorry,” I said, voice hoarse.

“Of course not. No need to be sorry, darling,” Tom brought his hand up to my face, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

Our eyes met and I could feel Tom’s stare unveil all of my secrets. I blushed and pulled the covers over my head.

“Darling? Love? Come out,” Tom pleaded teasingly. I shook my head although he couldn’t see. “Don’t make me tickle you,” Tom threatened, fingers lingering over my blanket-clad stomach.

Without warning, Tom’s fingers attacked my stomach rapidly.

Gasping out for air, I squeezed out, “Stop, Tommy.”

My head popped out of the sheets and Tom stopped his harassment.

“There’s that beautiful face,” Tom smiled childishly.

I feel more blood rush into my cheeks and I feel like ducking under the covers once again, but this time, Tom prevented it. He pulled the sheets right off of us and placed me in his lap.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Tommy,” I say gently, playing with the soft, curly bundle on his head.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you, too, love,” Tom lightly pulled me down, placing a soft kiss to my forehead.

dominance

a/n: so this kind of happened to me irl... i was just trying to get my phone back :P i didn’t touch his thing or lay on him, though... also, should i make a part two to this and it'll just be smut? i prob will

warnings: fluff, teasing, slight dom!reader, minor sexual terms, two swear words

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I woke to Tom singing Perfect by Ed Sheeran. His voice soft and angelic, making me fall in love with him all over again. 

I pushed the white blanket off my bare body, rolling off the bed. I grabbed one of Tom's shirts, covering my body from mid-thigh, up. The neck opening was a bit too big for my petite body, exposing my left shoulder.

I quietly made my way out of the bedroom, not before grabbing my phone, sneaking into the kitchen. I hid behind the wall, watching Tom sing and dance while making us breakfast. I took this opportunity to film him in his own world.

-

Tom was enjoying himself and he was with the love of his life. All his worries had blown away. He didn't want or need to think about going away for filming right now. As long as he was with Y/N, he could feel at ease.

Tom and Y/N have known one another ever since kindergarten. They grew up together, some could even say "conjoined by the hip." Tom fell for Y/N in the 6th grade. Y/N fell for Tom in the 8th. Neither of them was brave enough to tell each other about their feelings, afraid of ruining their friendship. Everyone knew about how they felt but noticed how oblivious the two of them were. This frustrated many people, including their own parents, though they never acted on it. When news spread that Tom had finally asked out Y/N everyone celebrated, except for the girls in their high school that hoped they would have a chance with Tom.

Tom thought that Perfect was a great song to bring back the valued memories. The nostalgia of the time he brought her to prom flooded his mind.

He knocked on the red door, fiddling with the corsage box nervously. The door flung open and Y/D/N pulled Tom into a tight hug.

"Tom! How you doin' mate?"

"Pretty good, Mr Y/L/N, You?"

Her dad patted Tom's shoulder, "Please, you can just call me Y/D/N, and I'm doing great, thank you."

Just as her dad was about to ask another question, Y/N had walked down the stairs in the dazzling gown. It was a plunging neckline tulle dress. It accented her curves beautifully. The ivory glitter sparkled gloriously, while the baby pink tulle skirt flowed gracefully as she walked.

Both her father and Tom were dumbfounded. Her father started tearing up and Tom felt his heart beat faster as blood travelled to his cheeks.

"What're you staring at? Let's get going," Y/N giggled.

"You look gorgeous," Tom whispers gently into her ear. Blushing, she quietly says thank you and gets ready to leave.

The night goes by quickly. Y/N and Tom would never confess that that prom was the best they've ever experienced.

-

He continues to belt his heart out and dance his ass off and I keep recording. I might've giggled too loudly, giving away my hiding spot. Tom's head snapped in my direction, seeing my phone out and facing him, he rushes over and snatches the phone out of my hand, trying to erase the clip.

"No, Tommy," I whined.

He walked into the dining room, holding my phone tightly in his hand. I chased after him, trying to pull it out of his grip.

"Give me my phone back, please," I beg desperately.

"No, I'm going to delete the video first," his voice, teasing.

I look over to my unlocked phone, and worriedly, I push him onto the table. I tower over him, pushing my body onto his, breathing heavily onto his neck. My hand slides down his abs, tracing each indent before sliding my hand further down, teasingly grazing his throbbing cock. In the moment of the heat, I snatch my phone out of his faltered grip. I get off his body, thanking him before exiting the room. I can feel his gaze on my barely covered body, checking out my ass and legs. A quiet groan came out of his mouth as he realized how hard he was, making me giggle and run into our bedroom.

shitty days

a/n: my inspiration is obviously myself,,, honestly had multiple emotional breakdowns for the past two days. never thought i could be so emotionally exhausted. the reader is so lucky, she has someone to love and rely on... unlike me

warnings: lots of angst, uwu fluff, inappropriate words/terms

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The past few days had been shit. Not only did I find out that my so-called friends were using me for popularity, but I haven't been able to clear my mind and study for the upcoming finals. I felt like I was standing on the edge of a cliff that led to a neverending pit of darkness. I had multiple emotional breakdowns in the last few days, leaving my face red and puffy. People eyed me as I rushed across campus to my dorm. It was always embarrassing to feel their eyes following my every movement, judging me from afar.

Today was no different, if anything, it was worse. My professor had turned everyone's attention to my unconscious figure, mocking me and using me as an example of bad behaviour. I woke to the giggling of the other students and noticed their eyes focused on me. The professor burst out in laughter, pointing at my face. I grabbed my phone and looked at the selfie camera to see my face stained with black marks. The words 'whore,' 'slut,' and 'bitch' etched on my forehead and cheeks. Above my lips, they drew a moustache that looked like a dick. I froze in shock horror embarrassment. Tears filled my eyes, threatening to spill out. I grabbed my stuff and ran. I ran back to my dorm, never looking back once. I broke down in my dorm, sitting on the floor with my knees bent and my face buried in them. Black tears rolled down my face, dripping onto the cold, concrete floor.

I could've, would've, fallen asleep there, but I remembered about the ink on my face. I stoop up and waddled to the bathroom, hovering over the sink, I don't look up at the mirror, dreading what I'll see in the reflection. I scrubbed my face until my arms gave out and my face felt numb.

I walked out, putting on an oversized crewneck and shorts. I decided that going to visit Tom would make me feel better, so I grabbed my car keys and drove.

When I arrived at the all too familiar house, I parked my car in the driveway next to his car. Mustering as much energy as I could, I put on a fake smile and tried to pull myself together. I stood up straight, tapping the door with my fist twice.

"Hey, darling," Tom smiled, embracing me.

"Hi, Tommy," I giggled genuinely, melting into the hug.

"It's been such a shitty day for me," the two of us said in unison.

"You can go first," Tom welcomed me into his humble abode.

Once I stepped into his home, I broke. Something in me just snapped.

"Today has been the worst, Tommy. My classmates and professor made fun of me because I fell asleep in class, and-" Tom cut me off.

"Bloody hell, why are you sleeping in class?" He groaned.

"W-Well with finals and all, I've just been studying really, really har-" I tried explaining.

"I don't want to hear any excuses, Y/N. You shouldn't be sleeping in class. I'm not helping you pay for your tuition for you to sleep in class. Fuck," Tom brought a hand into his mop of hair, "Sorry, go on."

"They- uh- they- well..." I fidgeted with my fingers.

"For fuck sake, Y/N, spit it out!" Tom rolled his eyes.

"They drew on my face! They wrote really mean things. They called me a slut and a whore and a bitch. Then, they drew a penis-looking moustache on my face. And, I also found out that my only friends liked me because I was dating a celebrity. Because I was dating you! I-I just can't do it anymore, Tom, I really can't." My sobs shook my entire body, travelling down my spine and on every bone of my body.

"Look, darling, I'm sorry I snapped at you. I was just frustrated because work has been shit recently. I love you, princess. You have many other friends who do care for you, like Haz, Z, Jacob, and even more! Please don't doubt yourself. It'll get better, I promise." Tom kissed the top of my forehead, "Now let's get some rest. You must be emotionally drained," I hummed 'yes' in reply. "Let's go to bed and cuddle, darling."

"Tom?" I looked up at him as he carried me to the bedroom bridal style, "I love you."

Tom smiled down at me, "I love you, too."

late night cuddles

a/n: i just reached 400 followers! thank you so much! here’s a little gift for you guys. hope you enjoy and sleep tight

warnings: pure fluff, the smallest pinch of angst

pairing: roommate!bestfriend!tom x reader

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Tom heard your muffled shrieks and cries through the thin walls of your shared flat. He rushed out of his bed, quickly walking to your room. Slightly creaking the door open, he saw you fumbling around on the bed, still yelping. Tom allowed himself in, closing the door behind. When he approached your bed, he acknowledged the tears rolling down your rosy cheeks, making his heart ache.

“Y/N, darling,” Tom shook your shaking body, attempting to wake you, “wake up, it’s okay, I’m here.”

Your eyes fluttered open and you let out a loud exhale, “Tommy?”

“It’s okay, love, I’m here. You’re safe,” his hand moved up to stroke your soft, yet tangled, hair.

You hummed in response, snuggling yourself into him. Tom placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, comforting you through your panic. You started to lull to sleep once again and you felt his movements falter. To your delight, he continued and started to quietly sing,

“I used to wanna be living like there’s only me,

but now I spend my time thinking ‘bout a way to get you off my mind.

I used to be so tough,

never really gave enough,

and then you caught my eye,

giving me a feeling of a lightning strike.”

Tom was too shy to sing in your presence, but you adored his voice. You surely were going to fall asleep in his arms, but you felt him shift underneath you, tucking you neatly in your heap of blankets. It replaced his warmth and you were already craving Tom’s scent and body heat. Desperately, you weakly called out, “Stay, please.”

“Alright, love,” Tom slid under the sheets, joining you once again.

Your head was pressed against his chest as he wrapped his arm around you, tangling your legs around one another. You could hear the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, bringing you into a deep slumber. 

Tom felt your movements minimize, realizing you had fallen asleep. 

“Love you,” he said, following you in your slumber.

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failed surprises

pairing: soft mob!tom x reader

genre: angst, mostly fluff

warnings: y/n worrying about tom, sobbing, holding each other, soft comforting with tom

a/n: i’m not really back from my hiatus but i just wanted to give you guys something to read,,, enjoy i guess 

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You sat quiet and alone in your large, shared bedroom. The television ahead of you shone brightly, but you paid it no mind. Your eyes were glued to your phone, reading each text Tom had sent you before going on his “business trip.” You hadn’t heard from him for days, and knowing his job, there was a possibility he wouldn’t come back.

how’s my darling? i hope you’re safe and healthy. i wish i could be with you. don’t stay up too late. i love you! goodnight baby ♡

sent: 1:39 A.M. September 29, 2020

Tears rolled down your face as the dark thoughts sunk deeper into your mind. You tried your best to fight away these thoughts, but you were too weak. You were fatigued, worried, and depressed. You could easily drown in your emotions, and you did.

The soft hums from the television were interrupted by your heart-wrenching sobs. You clutched your phone close to your chest and let your tears flow freely.

Unbeknownst to you, though, was that the man you yearned so deeply for was standing right outside of your door. 

Tom had planned on surprising you, not texting you about the date of his arrival. He thought that it would be a fun, pleasant gift to surprise you with his presence, but once he heard your pained cries coming from your shared room, he immediately regretted his plan.

Dropping the flowers he held in his hands, he opened the door to see you laying on your side, the television’s brightness lighting you multiple different colors.

He rushed over to your side, holding your shaking body in his arms.

“It’s alright, darling, I’m here,” you immediately responded to the sound of his voice, cuddling further into the familiar scent.

“Tommy,” your voice squeaked.

His hand reached to the top of your head and began to stroke your hair, “I’m here, love, I’m back.”

“You’re back,” you hiccuped.

“That’s right, love. I’m so sorry for worrying you. I thought it would be a good idea to surprise you. That’s why I didn’t talk to you for these past few days,” he placed a kiss at the top of your head.

Reassured that he was in no harm not that you expected him to get hurt, i mean look at him, your tears came to a halt, and a smile made its way onto your lips. You stretched yourself upwards and stole a quick kiss from Tom, making him blink in shock.

“You’re stupid,” you said blatantly, “If you wanted to surprise me, you should’ve stayed in contact with me. I get that you spoil things a lot, but you really know how to worry a woman.”

“I do not spoil things easily,” he pouted, furrowing his brows.

“So you’re telling me that you didn’t ruin your own Valentine’s Day plan by accidentally telling me a week earlier?” You arched a brow at him, fully knowing he couldn’t deny it.

“Ugh, fine, I admit I messed up that once, but-” you cut him off with another one of his mishaps.

“And that time, on my birthday-” you’re cut off abruptly by Tom’s rushed acknowledgements.

“Okay, okay, so I do spoil things a lot. You still love me, though,” he smirked, kissing the tip of your nose.

“That I do,” you giggled, cheeks flushing a rose red.

The two of you sat in each other’s embrace, the sound of the your quiet television humming keeping the room from being silent.

Tom admired your puffy, pink cheeks and red-rimmed eyes, staring at your beautiful figure. He loved every part of you, from every flaw to perfection. 

“What?” You squirmed under his gaze.

“Nothing,” he smiled softly, “’m just grateful to have met such an amazing girl, even have the chance to make her mine forever.”

As he talked about you, you swore you could see his eyes twinkling with love and admiration. You hoped your eyes shone like his when you looked at him.

Oh, how the two of you were whipped, in your own world, loving each other with all of your life.