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you lied

a/n: this is over 2000 words, so be warned... there are also going to be two different endings to this because i don’t know if i want to make it angst or fluff, teehee... i’ll leave the links at the end of this post :) but without further ado, enjoy the fic, my loves xx (also sorry for not updating for so long, school is a pain in the ass)

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: mentions of blood, angsty shit, swearing, mentions of fire arms/weapons

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You met Tom while you were on your morning jog. Your hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail with bobby pins to hold down stray hairs. You were wearing a white sports bra paired with dark olive leggings. Earbuds were stuffed into your ears, muting the world out. Everything about the morning was normal -- normal streets, normal traffic, normal people -- that is until you jogged into a handsome stranger. 

This handsome stranger was Tom.

That day, he gave you his number and set up a date with you. He complimented your figure, making you flush from embarrassment and admiration. You thought you looked hideous. Sweat was dripping from your forehead, and you were panting for air. Yet when you contradicted his compliment, he would bite back with more compliments.

Tom was the kindest, sweetest person you’ve ever met. He cared deeply for his friends and family. He’d literally risk it all to save his loved ones. 

Something was kept hidden from you, though. Beneath the layers of his pure heart, he was a cold, ruthless yet cunning, man. He was the leader of the strongest mafia in London. Known for his skills, he was the most feared mobster.

To Tom, you were his life, his everything. He’d do anything for you. Ever since you ran into him on your jog, he made it his duty to make sure you were safe. You were his top priority, followed closely by relatives and friends. He didn’t want you to be in any danger, so he never told you about his business, but his plan failed miserably.

-

A bright smile was stretched across your face as you giddily got into your car. You were heading to Tom’s home, more so mansion, to surprise him.

He rarely brought you to his place, always insisting that your place was better. Never had it crossed your mind as suspicious, and to this day, it still doesn’t. Tom wasn’t a materialistic person and boasting about his belongings wasn’t something that he ever considered.

You drove into the driveway of the Holland Manor, admiring the design of the land. The home was gorgeous, as well as the drive to the front of the house. You felt a tingling sensation in your stomach when you realized that you were almost before his doors. Only when you did see the doors, a sudden rush of nervousness filled your thoughts. The two of you had been dating for a little over 11 months now, but whenever you thought of or saw Tom, something inside you would snap. He was like a drug to you.

You neatly parked your car by the curb. Taking a few deep breaths, you stepped out of the vehicle and inhaled the fresh scent of the trees. You noticed men in black suits were standing beside the doors. They didn’t shift in their position. 

These guys weren’t here before, were they? You thought.

Shrugging it off, you knocked lightly on the vast doors. No reply was given. You looked around for a doorbell but no where was it to be found. Choosing your last resort, you walked up to the black tuxedo-clad man standing to your right.

“Excuse me, sir?” You asked in a squeak. He grunted. “Is Tom Holland here?” He gave you an arched brow of suspicion. Quickly, you continued, “I’m his girlfriend, Y/N. I wanted to surprise him today,” even behind his black tinted shades could you tell that he was still eyeing you suspiciously, “I have his number and texts as evidence.”

“Let’s see it, then,” the man’s low voice vibrated in your ears.

You pulled out your phone and rushed to open your messages with Tom. Once you were successful, you thrust the screen into the man’s face. He scanned the messages and looked at the phone number. Finally satisfied, he pulled the door open with a harsh tug. Your mouth fell agape. You just needed to tug on the door.

Stepping into the building, you looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity. You noticed that there were more suited men patrolling the space. 

Had something happened to Tom?

You rushed up the grand staircase to Tom’s room. You pushed the door open, but the room was empty. You turned to exit the room and accidentally walked into someone on your way out.

“Watch where you’re going,” a voice boomed.

You looked up at the person, meeting a pair of piercing blue eyes. You recognized his accent as the same as your boyfriend’s. You looked up at his caramel streaked brown hair, then back to his face. His jawline was defined like Tom’s.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” his voice broke your gaze.

You flushed and quickly looked away, “Ah- Sorry.”

“What were you doing in that room?” He was now eyeing you suspiciously, “Who are you?”

“I’m Y/N, Tom’s girlfriend,” you smiled as you said it.

He let out a dark chuckle, “Yeah, like I’d believe that. I would know if my best mate had a girlfriend.”

You felt a short lived pain in your heart. He didn’t tell his friend about your relationship?

“You’re coming with me,” the man grabbed your arms and held them together. His other hand patted you down, looking for something.

“W-What are you doing?” You asked nervously as he touched you.

“What d’you think?” Failing to find any weapons, he pulled out a sleek, black object. A gun.

You whimpered at the sight of it, trying to shift as far away from it as you could.

“Let’s go,” he growled, holding both wrists together behind your back.

You obliged, afraid of his power. You didn’t know what was going on. 

As you put the pieces together, you realized: Tom was robbed.

Tears began rolling down your cheeks as you reached another large set of doors. The man behind you kicked the door open, gun still pointed at your head. A metallic smell stung your nose.

“Found this one looking through your room. Thought she could be working for Davis,” he said to the darkness.

A silhouette of what looked like a man came walking towards you. You were shoved into a chair, and a dim light lit up the room. The first thing you saw was a bloodied man tied to his chair. A loud sob ripped from your lips.

“Y/N?” A familiar British voice filled your ears.

Hesitantly, you looked in the direction which the voice came. You saw your brunette boyfriend standing ahead of you, fists covered in blood. You felt like you were going to be sick.

“What are you doing here?” Tom asked, checking if you were injured at all.

“You know this girl?” The other Brit sounded.

Tom murmured something to the man, and the man gasped.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You know the hell why,” Tom snapped.

You started to feel faint. Why was Tom beating up some random guy in a dark room? What was he hiding from you? Did you even know who the real him was?

“Darling, look at me. Take deep breaths,” you tried, but you couldn’t. The smell of blood made you feel even worse. You gagged, “I know it doesn’t smell good, but I can’t have you fainting on me right now.” 

“I- Leave. Leave now,” you managed to say.

“Haz, get her out of here,” the rest he said in a whisper so you couldn’t hear.

You felt someone lift you from your seat and carry you out of the room. You were lightly dropped onto a soft cushion. 

“I’m so sorry about earlier. I really didn’t know,” a soft voice said to your dazed figure.

“S’alright,” you murmured without realizing.

It took you a while to regain your state of normality, but when you did, everything came rushing back to you. Tom had beat someone almost to their death. His best friend stuck a gun to your head.

You shot up from your seat. You turned on your heal and rushed to get out of the house.

“Where are you going?” Haz asked you.

“I remembered that I left something back at my flat. I need to go get it, but don’t worry, I’ll be back,” you lied urgently, hoping to get out as fast as possible.

“Why are you in such a rush?” He eyed you as he did before, reading you like a book.

“I’m not in a rush,” you scoffed, “Just want to get my...” you contemplated for a moment, “my gift for Tom as quick as possible.”

“Nice try, darling,” he rolled his eyes. His eyes scanned your face, “You’re afraid,” tears began to pile in your eyes, “He’s never told you about this, hasn’t he?” You shook your head, no, “Oh, darling, come here.” He opened his arms and gave you a sympathetic smile.

Without hesitance, you rushed into his arms, crying into his white shirt. Although you were still afraid of him, you couldn’t help but hug him. You needed comforting at the moment, and no one else was here to do so.

“It’s alright. I understand how you feel. When I found out my father was in this...” he thought for the right word, “business, I reacted much like you, except for the running away part.”

You sniffled into his shirt, “I-I’m afraid.”

“I know you are, love, but Tom will come out and explain everything to you,” he gently stroked your hair.

You flinched at Tom’s name, “No. I want to go, and I want to go now.”

Harrison sighed, “Alright. I shouldn’t be letting you run, but I’m nice,” a small giggle slipped from your lips, “Stay safe, alright?” You nodded, ecstatic to be leaving.

Before you left, you remembered you never caught his name, “Um- Haz?” He hummed in response, “I never really caught your full name...”

“Oh, right. I’m Harrison Osterfield, but my friends call me Haz,” he smiled.

“Are we friends?” You asked with puppy dog eyes.

“Whatever you want, darling,” he felt himself melting under your adorable gaze. It was just too hard to resist.

“Alrighty, Hazza. We are friends now,” you said, amusement glazing your tone.

He chuckled and told you to go if you still wanted to leave. Sadly, you went your way, leaving Harrison to watch as you grew into a smaller dot with each step you took.

-

You waved goodbye to the man who helped you into the home and rushed back to your car. You started the vehicle as fast as your body allowed and zoomed off. You didn’t even look back to admire the beautiful property. The only thing on your mind was getting out of there.

You’d been dating practically a stranger for 11 months. It was all a facade. Who knows what he would’ve done to you if the two of you got into a fight.

-

That night, as you cuddled in bed, flashes of the bloodied man and Tom’s bloodied fists filled your mind. You were constantly pinching yourself awake to avoid the visions. Occasionally, in your dazed state, your mind wandered to Tom, thinking about what he was doing at the moment, but you always slapped yourself on the cheek to snap out of it. 

-

Back at the Holland Manor, Tom was punching things left and right. He was mad at Harrison for letting you run away. He was mad at himself for keeping this a secret from you for so long. He was just afraid that other competing mobsters would kidnap you and use you against him.

His hands pulled at his curls in frustration. He couldn’t stop seeing the look of fear on your face you’d given him back in his office. You looked so terrified for your life, yet he could still see the concern for him bubbling in your eyes.

Tom couldn’t stand the guilt, so he drove to your flat at 2:18 in the morning.

-

You heard a knocking at the door and felt your stomach drop. Who would be at the door at this time?

Then, you heard a muffled voice.

“Darling, it’s me, Tom, please let me in.”

You stayed put in your bed, ignoring the pulling in your chest that told you to open the door. 

Less than a minute later, you heard the door click open. The pounding in your chest became quicker and louder. This time, it wasn’t sympathy, it was fear. You reached for the pepper spray hidden in the corner of your room and quietly backed into the furthest corner to the door and closest to the window. You unlocked the hinges of your window, prepared for the escape.

Your bedroom door creaked open and a familiar face peaked in from the crack. You felt yourself automatically relax, but you kept the pepper spray up.

Tom stepped into your room, hands in the air, “I’m not going to hurt you, love, I just came to explain.”

He tried moving closer to you, but you yelled, “Don’t come any closer!”

He flinched from your tone and the pain that struck his heart.

“Explain from there,” you nudged your head to the other side of the bed.

“If it makes you feel safer, then I will,” he stepped behind the bed. “Look, love, what you saw earlier wasn’t me just beating up some random guy-”

“It sure looked like it! Blood was on your fists, Tom. Your fists! Not yours but his,” you yelped, realizing how bad it sounded out loud.

“I know, love, I know, but I have a reason for it,” he tried to explain in a calm tone.

“You have a reason for beating someone up? Like what? Did he make you mad? Did he hurt your ‘wittle’ heart? You have no-”

“I do! I’m a fucking mobster, all right? Not just any. No, I’m the strongest mobster in London!” He shouted at you.

You whimpered at his temper, afraid that he would hurt you. Your arms faltered but stayed frozen in place. You scrunched up your face and closed your eyes, leaning into the wall as much as you could.

“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.

! angst ending  |  fluff ending !

you lied / end it all | angst ending

a/n: this is one alternate ending to the fic ‘you lied,’ so if you want, you can check out the fluffy ending at the link below! also read ‘you lied’ first because this is the ending... enjoy xx

warnings: one swear word, big time angst

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! you lied read first | fluff ending !

“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.

“Well it’s a little late for that isn’t it,” you snapped, face glowing red with rage.

“I know I shouldn’t’ve lied to you, but I really do love you, I swear,” he looked at you solemnly.

“I don’t doubt that, but you lied to me for 11 months. Hell, I even thought about moving in with you and marrying you and having children with you!” You spat, disgusted by the idea.

“We can still have that future. Just put down the pepper spray and come with me,” he said slowly, cautious to not trigger you to spray him.

“I’m not going to marry someone who murders people when they get mad! And I’m sure as fuck that I would never have children with you! I wouldn’t want my children to grow up like you: a monster,” you glared at him.

Tom felt his heart shatter into a million pieces in his chest. He never imagined you ever being this cruel and cold-hearted. To him, you were always sunshine and rainbows. He wanted the same future with you as you imagined, but he ruined it all by lying.

“All right,” he finally gave in, “you want me to leave, I’ll leave.”

“Ye-Yeah, go! Go back to whatever torture you were performing because I don’t care! I-I never cared! Leave,” you laughed at his back, lies slipping through your lips.

“Don’t go, please don’t. I love you, too. I do care, a lot at that. Stay.”

It was too late. The time you spent together and wondering about your future were all a waste. It’s crazy how one lie can end it all.

you lied / forever and always | fluff ending

a/n: this is one ending that you can choose from, the other is angst... if you haven’t read ‘you lied,’ go check read it before you read this at the link below... enjoy xx

warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff, did i mention fluff?

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! you lied read first | angst ending !

“Darling, I-I never meant to scare you. I’m so sorry, love,” he moved closer to you.

The pepper spray can fell from your grip, and your knees buckled, causing you to topple over. Tom caught you before you could hit the floor. You sobbed in his shoulder, murmuring inaudible words.

“I’m here for you, love, I always am,” he whispered, stroking your back.

“I’m sorry,” you cried.

“You shouldn’t be. If anything I should be the one apologizing,” he muttered into your hair.

A loud sob ripped from your lips once more, and Tom felt his heart painfully slowly breaking. He knew he deserved it, though.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, darling,” he pulled you out of the hug to allow your eyes to meet.

You blinked at him innocently, eyes red rimmed with tears slipping from the edges. With his the pad of his thumb, he wiped away the droplets before placing kisses on both your cheeks, traveling to your lips. You half-giggled and half-hiccuped at the gesture.

“Listen, love, please don’t be afraid or ashamed of me,” you nodded in response.

You sat for a moment, then softly laughed, “Who knew my soft boyfriend was a vicious mobster?”

He laughed with you, feeling butterflies fluttering in his stomach. Suddenly, your laughter came to a halt.

“You lied to me, Tommy. Please don’t do it ever again,” you murmured, pouting at him with a seriousness in your tone.

“So, are you afraid of me?” He looked at you with his irresistible puppy dog eyes.

Placing your small hand to his face, you caressed his cheek, “I could never be afraid of you... well, maybe. You’re very scary after a night without cuddles or calls and when you don’t get your ‘big boy’ meals.”

“Am not,” he whined like a child.

“Am too,” you booped his nose.

The banter went on for minutes until Tom suggested that both of you get some rest. Not wanting him to leave, you grasped his arm tightly and yanked him into bed with you.

“Cuddles, pwease?” You whispered in a baby voice.

Rolling his eyes, he replied, “Of course, bub.”

He held you close to his chest, breathing in your sent.

“You know that I love you, right?” He said, voice hoarse.

“Forever and always,” you muttered into his shirt. The two of you laid in silence for a while until you spoke up, “You know that I love you, right?” You looked up at him, eyes sparkling with admiration.

“Forever and always, my love.”

oral lesson

a/n: i’m literally having major writers block so this is like hella short, i’m so sorry, i’m trying as hard as i can T^T

warnings: smut, oral (fem. receiving), slight dom!reader ı ʇɥıuʞ

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nsfw under the cut

“Kiss my neck,” you mumbled.

You felt his soft lips connect with the skin of your neck. He gently nibbled the side of your neck before sucking the skin, leaving a saturating spot. You moaned at the sensation, tilting your head back in pleasure.

“Bite me,” you breathed.

You felt his teeth gently pulling at your skin, trailing from your neck to your shoulder.

“Hold me down.”

He pushed you back on the bed and slowly made his way down to the valley between your legs, placing wet kisses on your skin. Hovering over the spot you desired him most, his hot breath harassed it, pleasuring you more than it should’ve. Your back arched off the bed and hips thrust into the air.

“Use your tongue,” you begged, voice strained.

His tongue delved into your wetness, collecting it all in one lick. He flicked his tongue on your clit, not giving you the full treatment. 

“Make me moan,” you voiced shakily.

He wrapped his lips around your bud, sucking on it. A long finger collected your slick and pushed into you, thrusting slowly. He skillfully used his tongue on your clit while continuously sucking on it, and he added a second finger and sped up his pace, curling his fingers in a ‘come hither’ motion, occasionally. You let out an elongated moan, fingers tangled in his hair.

“Don’t- Don’t stop,” you stopped to take a breath, “Don’t stop until I’m shaking,” your chest heaved.

His eyes darted up to connect with yours, and you could feel him smirk against you. He began to pound his fingers into you, your liquid producing lewd sounds. You felt the building tightness in your core relax, and you came. He didn’t stop, though. He pushed your legs wider open, hands stroking up and down your inner thighs. You felt another the need to release once again, but it was cut off this time. He pulled away from you, grinning widely as you whined. He stuck his tongue back into your opening, collecting all your cum from your previous release. His thumb pressed onto your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You came the second time that night. 

The process continued: he teased you, he let you cum, and repeat.

It was only until your 4th orgasm did you begin shaking. Your body vibrated, and your legs tried to close themselves. 

You heard a popping sound, and you looked in the direction of the sound. He sucked his fingers clean of your juices. His face, though, was shining with your slick, earning a blush from you. He licked his lips clean of the substance and wiped the rest off with his shirt. He slid into the space beside you and wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Feel good, love?”

“As always and more, Tommy,” you smiled at him, briskly losing consciousness.

missing him

a/n: i kinda cried while i wrote this, so hopefully you guys cry while you read this... i got the inspo from another fic i read on like wattpad, i think.. i hope it’s sad enough... enjoy the angst xx

warnings: mAJOR angst, one swear word, it’s actually kind of really sad, fluff at the end so...

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4 months. It has been 4 months since you last saw Tom. He left to film Cherry in Ohio, leaving you back at your shared home in London. At the beginning, Tom stayed in contact with you, calling everyday to tell you goodnight or how much he missed and loved you. Slowly, though, he began to call less and less to not at all. You didn’t blame him. He was filming a movie in which he starred in, after all, but it still negatively affected you.

After weeks of not getting any texts or calls from Tom, you finally received a text from him saying “soon.” You lit up. Tom was coming back, back to you. There’d be no more nights of your silent sobs and cuddling with his pillow.

But when was “soon?” Soon could mean one more month. It could also mean one week.

You checked your phone for any other notifications from Tom, but the single worded text was the only thing you received. No “I miss you” or “I love you” sent.

You shut off the light to your shared room, scurrying into the comfort of your bed. Placing your phone onto your bedside table, you closed your eyes, not in the mood to cry yourself to sleep that night. 

-

The door clicked open. You heard shuffling headed towards your room. Another click. His scent. It filled your senses and tears filled your closed eyes. You felt the bed dip under his weight, and he laid beside you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck. It smelled so real. It felt so real.

What a cruel dream, you sighed sadly to yourself.

You could feel every line of his abs and curves of his muscular arms. You could even feel the gentle kisses he was placing to your hair. Tears ran down your cheeks and a silent sob left your mouth. A warm finger wiped them away.

“Open your eyes, darling, I’m here,” his voice filled your ears. It sounded all too real. Your mind was playing a pitiless joke on you.

“You’re not here. You’re just a figment of my imagination. It’ll only hurt more if you open your eyes, Y/N,” you cried out loud.

Tom eyed you with pain. You looked so fragile, so weak, almost like an empty shell. You were holding onto the edge of a cliff, close to falling. He hated that he brought this pain upon you. He hated that he didn’t stay in contact with you as he promised.

“I’m real, love, I’m real. I’m right here. You can touch me. can’t you?” A pleading tone in his voice, hoping you’d open your eyes to see the truth.

“I wish he were here.” you sobbed, tears rapidly running down your face, “I miss you so much, Tommy, it’s so hard to be here without you,” you sniffled.

“But I am here, Y/N/N, you just need to open your eyes,” Tom’s eye began to water, hearing the pain in your voice.

You could still smell and feel him. You assumed you were cuddling with his pillow like always. His scent must’ve started this torture.

You tried to push the pillow away from you, still half asleep. The pillow wouldn’t budge, though. If anything, somehow the pillow was moving closer to you and gripping onto you.

“Please just open your eyes, there’s nothing to be afraid of,” you heard his voice whimper.

Finally, your eyes fluttered open. You looked up, eyes locking with his new buzz-cut hair. Your eyes slowly trailed down, reaching his face. Your hand moved from its position to poke him on the cheek. The skin of the area dipped.

He was here. Right now. Back with you.

“T-Tommy,” you said breathlessly.

“I’m here, love, I’m here,” his eyes softened when he saw relief wash over your features.

You sobbed into his shoulder, “I missed you so much. I-I felt so alone for so long, but you’re here now.”

“I missed you, too. I’m so sorry, love, I didn’t mean to hurt you like this. It’s all my fucking fault,” he groaned, frustrated with himself.

“It’s not your fault, Tommy. You didn’t know this would affect me like this. I’m sorry for overreacting.”

“You didn’t overreact, my love, your reaction was perfectly understandable. I’m never leaving you here alone ever again, alright?” Tom said seriously.

You nodded, too busy breathing in his scent and relishing in the fact that he was back. For so long, you held onto his pillow, something that never satisfied your sleepless nights, but now, with Tom back, everything was as it should’ve been.

“You know I love you, right?” Tom’s groggy voice spoke into your hair.

“I do, and I love you, too.”

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stay away from me

a/n: if this has many errors in it, i’m sorry, i wrote this while i was half-asleep... alright i’m sleeping, goodnight x

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: angst, infidelity, swearing

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You excitedly skipped to Tom’s office, having a surprise set up for him. You reached the doors of the room and lightly knocked on the door. 

No response,

You pressed your ear against the door and knocked again. You heard a muffled noise coming from inside and chose to open the door.

The sight you saw before you broke your heart.

Tom was pounding another woman on his desk.

A loud sob ripped from your lips, catching Tom’s attention. The moment you locked eyes with him, you ran off in hurt, disgust, betrayal.

“Y/N, wait!” You heard him call after you.

You didn’t listen. You kept your pace and rushed to back to your vehicle, but you were too late.

“Y/N, please,” Tom’s hand grabbed your wrist.

Quickly, you snatched your arm out of his grip. Looking at him disgusted you. The man you trusted with your life had just cheated on you with some- some- some slut!

“I’m sorry, I- she just offered herself to me, and I haven’t gotten some from you in a while, seeing as you’re so busy now-” he began.

You scoffed, “Don’t blame this on me. Don’t blame it on that girl. This is on you.”

“I know, but I’m sorry. I won’t do it ever again. Just please down leave me, I can’t lose you,” he tried to step closer to you, but you only stepped further away from him.

“Stay away from me,” you hissed, “And besides, you lost me when I saw you fucking that other girl.” You spoke your final words and got into your car, locking it immediately. You could see Tom complaining from the corner of your eye, but you pulled out of the position you were in as fast as you could.

Tom stared longingly at your car as you became a smaller dot the further you drove away.

the worst of you

a/n: sorry for not updating for a while, i’ve been more tired than ever before... this song sparked this idea for a fic so hopefully it’s good and you enjoy it... lots of love xx

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: toxic/unhealthy relationship, angst

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You promise it's different You swear that you listened I don't mind if you didn't 'Cause I just love the sound of your voice You role-play the good guy, lemon juice your white lies But I see 'em in the sunrise

“This is all different, babe. I swear I’ve been listening to you,” Tom placed his hands on your arms.

You couldn’t care if he didn’t listen, you just loved hearing the sound of his voice. You knew he was a complete fake, roleplaying the good guy. He tried to cover up his white lies but they always shone through either way.

You got me right in the palm of your hand and you know it Oh, it's what you do So let me drown, I'll be there with the band Hit the sea bed, all I'd see is you

You were whipped and the both of you knew it. You were vulnerable and easily manipulated when it came to Tom. He knew he had power over you, so he abused the power. 

It’s what he does, you sighed to yourself, but he’s all that I can think about.

So give me your worst excuses, any reason to stay Give me your lips that taste of her, I'd kiss them again I'd rather you walk all over me than walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway So take me to every party and just talk to your friends Why don't you let me down, I'll let you do it again Go on and walk all over me, just don't walk away Give me the worst of you 'Cause I want you anyway

Whenever he came back late, you already knew where he had been, though you did care about his feeble excuses. You wanted to hear all of his excuses. They were reasons to stay.

You pulled him towards you, placing your lips on his. You could taste another girl on them mixed with alcohol. You didn’t mind it, as long as you could kiss him you’d be fine. You’d let him walk all over you instead of walk away and leave you.

You wanted him, all of him. Even if he gave you the worst of him, you’d still take him.

-

One night, you asked him to bring you to a party with him. He was hesitant about it. Like always, he tried to find excuses to keep you from going. 

“I won’t be a burden, promise,” you smiled softly.

He sighed, giving in. He brought you to the frat house, which was overflowing with people. He led you to the emptiest couch he could find and left. 

You could see Tom laughing with his friends. You smiled to yourself, happy to see that Tom was happy. Girls began to pile on your boyfriend, but you promised you wouldn’t bother him. Besides, he was still yours. You were the one he came back to almost every night.

We make up, but I know we'll fistfight Through iPhones, my left hook a no-show 'Cause I'll just keep letting you win But baby, the truth is I make your excuses You let me down and I'm used to it

Fights weren’t as frequent in your relationship, seeing as you gave Tom all the freedom in the world, but when you did fight, you’d have make up sex. That wasn’t the end of the fight, though. He would text you angry messages, putting you down. You never fought back. You let him win. 

Your friends and family asked why you stayed with Tom. They could see into the cracks of your relationship. You’d always make excuses to defend the brunette.

Tom, on the other hand, hadn’t even told his family about you. You were put down by it but you didn’t force it upon him. You were used to the disappointment.

Another night, another dotted line I sign my heart away to you Some call it foolish, guess I'll call it art

You signed your heart to Tom. You knew it was a one-sided relationship, but you’d rather gain a relationship with him than feel the pain of losing him. It was like selling yourself to the devil: you got what you want in the short-term but costs you in the long-term.

Many people called you foolish for staying in the toxic relationship but you liked to call it art. Moreover, when one looks at art, they might have an immediate emotional attachment to it, like you with Tom. You were emotionally attached to the British brunette.

“Just give me the worst of you because I’ll want you anyway.”

i was wondering if you can do a tom x reader where they are dating but no one knows yet until Harrison, the twins, Tuwaine all have their suspicions so they planned to flirt and throw compliments at her during dinner time together to get a reaction out of Tom and he gets super jealous and upset during the whole thing until he finally snaps?

their suspicions

a/n: i finally posted after such a long time omg... sorry for going on a short hiatus, just been stressed recently,,, anyways, i’m trying to work on the requests before i start anything new... also! i want to create/start an actual permanent taglist so if you want to be added to it, comment on this post or send to my inbox or use this: google forms for you to input for users! enjoy jealous!tom xx

pairing: best friend!tom x reader

warnings: jealous tom, fluff, flirtatious harrison

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You and Tom began dating in November of 2019. Before that, the two of you were close friends, stuck at each other’s sides all day and night.

Tom wanted to keep the relationship a secret from everyone, including his best friends and family.

At the beginning, no one noticed the change. Your closeness from before hadn’t changed as much, at least when you were around others. When the two of you were alone, you would have intimate moments together, giving each other chaste to passionate kisses and holding each other close. Cuddling was an exception, seeing as you already cuddled before you became a couple.

It wasn’t until quarantine that people began to notice a difference between you and Tom.

“Where’s Tom? He was supposed to help us make dinner,” Harrison asked, standing shirtless in the backyard while taking off his boxing gloves.

“He isn’t much help, though. Besides, we’ve got Sam,” Harry shrugged.

Sam laughed and patted Harry’s shoulder, “Thanks, mate.”

“Have you guys seen Y/N?” Tuwaine stepped outside of the house, looking around the backyard.

“No, what’s up?” Harry’s brows furrowed.

“She promised she would help me choose a movie for tonight,” Tuwaine frowned.

“Isn’t it strange that they’re both missing? This isn’t the first time, too,” Harrison said suspiciously, crossing his arms.

“Maybe they’re just hanging out. They are friends, you know,” Sam said while scrubbing the grill.

“I don’t know. They’re getting a little too friendly,” Harrison squinted at Tom’s window.

Tuwaine, Harry, and Harrison had newly risen suspicions while Sam stayed mutual. Sam didn’t want to invade either of your privacies. Although he always sensed a connection between the two of you, he never pushed your relationship any further than friends. If the two of you wanted to date, then you’d make the decision on your own.

-

You were cuddled in Tom’s arms, still hazy with sleep. You must’ve fallen asleep while watching a movie with him.

“Darling, you gotta get up,” his hoarse voice whispered from behind you.

“Mm, no. I don’t wanna,” you whined, eyes remaining shut.

“But you gotta. The boys’ll notice if we’re missing for too long,” he placed soft kisses to the side of your neck.

You tilted your head to give him easier access to your skin, “Let them, I don’t care anymore.”

“Darling,” he pulled away from you. He slid out from under the covers and off the bed. He walked over to the other side of the bed where you laid and sat beside your limp body. “Get up or I’ll tickle you,” he threatened. You laid under the duvet, ignoring the man hovering you. He threw the duvet off of your body and slid his hands into your shirt. His fingers began attacking your sides.

Laughs broke out of your pink lips, “St-Stop it, Tommy.”

“Then get up, princess,” he continued his assault.

“F-Fine, ju-just,” you gasped for air, “stop,” you squealed loudly.

“Alright, love,” he pulled his hands out of your shirt, smiling at your squirming figure.

“You’re mean,” you frowned at him, flipping over to get more rest.

“Y/N! You have to get up or I will carry you downstairs,” Tom said sternly.

You hummed, cuddling with yourself.

You felt his hands firmly grasp your waist, and a moment later, you were over his shoulder. You squealed and slapped his back, demanding him to put you down.

“Nope, I told you I would carry you down if you didn’t cooperate,” he lightly smacked your ass.

“Thomas Stanley Holland! Put me down this instant,” you said strictly.

He ignored you and carried you all the way down the stairs. Finally, he placed you on your feet and pushed you towards the backdoor. You glared daggers at him, flipping him off before stepping out of the house. He chuckled behind you.

“Y/N! I was looking for you! You promised you would choose out a movie with me to watch,” Tuwaine exclaimed as soon as he saw you. “What happened to your hair?” 

You heard snickering from behind you and saw Tom, Harrison, and Harry smirking at each other. 

If only looks could kill, you thought.

“I’ll be right back. Tom wouldn’t let me sleep and carried me here, thus the mess on my head,” you said, not truly knowing how bad you looked.

You walked back into the house, still able to hear Tom’s terribly hidden chuckles.

As soon as you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you freaked out. You hair was practically a nest on your head. All your clothes were wrinkled, and your mascara was smeared over your eyelids and eye bags. 

You decided that taking a shower was most efficient way to fix your predicament. 

-

“So, Tom, what were you and Y/N doing earlier?” Harrison smugly.

“Oh, we were watching a movie,” Tom shrugged nervously.

“Just a movie?” Harry’s voice arose.

“Well, we did fall asleep...”

Harry and Haz winked at each other and whispered, “Sleeping.”

They heard the door slide open and close, following the quiet steps from your flats.

“Damn, Y/N/N, what’re you dressing up for?” Tuwaine chuckled.

“Dress up? This is my casual outfit,” you smiled at your friend.

“Casual for a date night,” he added, then gasped, “Are you going on a date tonight?”

All of the boys, including Tom, looked at you.

“What? No,” you laughed, flustered, “I’m staying with you guys tonight. Bros over hoes, am I right?”

‘So that means you’re single, right?” Harrison spoke up.

Tom’s gaze snapped over to face his best mate.

“Y-Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” You laughed nervously.

“Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look, whether you look like a mess or not,” the blonde moved closer to you.

“Thanks, Hazza,” you blushed, replying awkwardly.

Harry and Tuwaine eyed Harrison confusingly. Harrison winked at them, and they smirked at each other in realization. 

“Yeah, Y/N/N, you look absolutely breathtaking tonight, though you look breathtaking all the time,” Tuwaine intervened.

“Maybe I should take you out tonight,” Harry grinned at you, “After all, you are single, aren’t you?”

“Y-Yeah, I am.”

Tom ears were tinted with a bright red. 

“Leave the girl alone, guys,” Sam finally said, attention still on the food on the grill.

“Buzzkill,” Harrison sang.

Harry and Tuwaine laughed.

“You can sit by me tonight, if you want that is,” Harrison whispered in your ear as he walked by.

You felt extremely hot and embarrassed. Your cheeks were surely as red as Tom’s ears. 

-

Sam had finished making the meal, so you had to choose a seat.

“Y/N, come sit here,” Harry patted the seat beside you.

“No, Y/N/N, come sit with me,” Tuwaine smiled warmly.

“Ignore those divs. The space on my lap is lonely, you should come give it some love,” Harrison smirked.

The comment made your pink once more, and you hid behind Tom. Tom was shaking with fury and jealousy.

“She’ll be sitting beside me,” Tom said sharply.

You shyly sat beside your boyfriend, gaze glued to the floor.

“So, Y/N, I’ve been thinking,” Harrison began, “We’ve known each other for a while now, and I’ve always felt this connection between us. I was wondering if you wanted more in our relationship.”

Sam audibly sighed but continued to eat his meal.

Your eyes widened. You only ever saw Harrison as a brother, just like Harry, Sam, and Tuwaine.

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

“No, she doesn’t,” Tom growled.

You felt his hand grip your thigh, and his lips attached to yours. He passionately kissed you, biting your bottom lip for entrance. You gently pushed him away, embarrassed at his display of affection.

“Ha! What did we tell you Sam! They are dating after all,” Harry cheered happily.

“What?” Tom asked cluelessly.

“They thought that you guys were acting suspicious, so they came up with this “plan.” I told them otherwise because, unlike them, I respect your privacy,” Sam glared at the other boys.

“We’re his best mates though, why wouldn’t he tell us?” Harry whined to his twin.

“Ask him,” Sam shrugged.

“We wanted to keep it a secret from everyone to avoid drama. You know how the press gets,” Tom sighed.

“Besides, we liked the secrecy and privacy we had, but it feels relieving now that you guys know,” you spoke after a while, finally calmed down from the situation.

“Sorry for the flirting, just trying to get results,” Haz chuckled.

Tom glared at his best mate.

“Once you divs get a girlfriend, you’ll understand why they did what they did,” Sam said slyly.

Harry, Haz, and Tuwaine yelped at the smirking twin with anger.

the three words

a/n: hi! sorry for not updating recently... i haven’t been doing well mentally recently, so sorry for the inactivity... i’m trying my hardest to write but i can’t seem to find the inspiration, but luckily i forced myself to write this for you guys... i hope you are all doing well and enjoy this angsty fic xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst to fluff uwu, mentions of sex, swearing

italics is flashback

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It all happened so quickly. You felt yourself on the edge of release when he said the three words you swore to never say to each other.

“I love you.”

Time stopped. He stopped thrusting into you, and you laid frozen underneath him. 

No, it’s not possible. He couldn’t love you. He can’t say that. Why would he say that? Only to hurt you more?

Truthfully, you had fallen for Tom a long time back but never confessed it to anyone. He was your best friend, your shoulder to lean on, your fuck buddy. 

“W-What?” You muttered, breaking the silence.

“I-I...” he was shaking above you, “I said nothing.” He pulled out of you, not giving you a second glance. “I should go.”

Without hesitance, Tom quickly slipped his clothes back over his glistening skin and left your flat, leaving you alone to grieve. You could hear the door click only a minute after he got off of you.

Tears slipped through your tightly shut eyes. Your breath hitched as you gasped for air. Sobs racked through your body. 

“Why?” You whispered to yourself. Gradually, your voice grew louder until you were shouting, “Why? Why? Why? Why?!” Calming down, you laid limp in bed, naked, “How could you do that to me, Tommy. I love you. How could you play with my feelings like that?”

-

Tom wasn’t taking the situation well either. On the drive back to his flat, his thoughts were filled with the broken look on your face when he had said those three words. He practically saw the light drain from your eyes.

You were a naturally cheerful person. Whenever someone felt down, you were always there to show them the bright side of things. Anybody could rely on you to make their day better. It was on the rarest of rare occasions would you ever cry and look down.

Seeing the pain, sadness, and anger on your face felt like a stab at his heart. Out of all people, he was the one to hurt you the most.

-

“Oh, Tommy,” you ran into Tom’s arms, palms digging into your eye-sockets. “How could I’ve been such an idiot? All of you were right! He was fooling me to impress another girl! I was just a pawn in his game,” you cried, arms wrapping around Tom’s torso to pull him close.

“Y/N/N, you are not an idiot. He’s the idiot for using you. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met, inside and out. If he can’t see how precious you are, then he doesn’t deserve to see you at all.

Who cares about this other girl anyways? She couldn’t possibly be as amazing as you are. Besides, who is this girl? Stop crying. You’re wasting your tears on two idiots,” Tom spoke harshly, but his eyes gleamed with affection.

“I’ve never seen or met the girl before, but I know what she looks like. She’s actually very pretty. I wouldn’t stand a chance against her, after all, she’s the embodiment of perfection. I’m- I’m avera-” Tom cut you off.

“Don’t you even think about finishing that sentence. You are not average! She is not the embodiment of perfection because you are! Can’t you see? You are ten times the person than she is,” he softly smiled at you.

“Thank you, Tommy. Thank you for being here for me. You always know how to cheer me up,” your arms remained wrapped around hiss muscular torso.

“Always. I’ll always be here for you.”

“Do you promise to never hurt me, no matter what?” You looked right into his chocolate brown eyes, searching for honesty.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

-

“I can’t leave her now. She needs my support, no matter what. I said I’ll always be there for her, so I will keep to that promise,” Tom said to himself, turning the car around.

He sped back, hoping you didn’t hate him now. He couldn’t get the thought of you hurting out of his mind, which encouraged him to not bail on his new idea.

As soon as he saw the entrance to your flat, he unbuckled his seatbelt before parking randomly. He ran towards your door and banged on the door. Now, he could only wait and hope for a response.

-

You heard a loud pounding on your door and jumped.

Who could be knocking at your door this late at night?

The pounding was consistent. You had a feeling they wouldn’t be giving up anytime soon, so you grabbed your small can of pepper spray and headed towards the entrance of your home.

“Who is it?” You asked, peaking through every nook and cranny for clues.

“Who do you think?” The familiar English accent filled your ears.

“Go away,” tears resurfaced in your eyes.

“No. You need me right now, I’m not going to leave you until you open this door and I see you are fine,” he demanded.

You hesitated for a moment, hand resting on the door knob, “F-Fine, but you are leaving right after that.”

“Let’s let fate unravel itself. Open this door, now,” he muttered the beginning to himself.

Groaning, you pulled the door open, pepper spray still in hand in case it was a creepy stalker. Luckily, it was actually Tom. His brown curls was a mop on his head with stray hairs sticking out of his hairdo. 

As soon as your eyes met his, tears rolled down your cheeks.

-

The moonlight was reflected by your tears. Tom noticed the tears and pulled you into him. 

“Get off! I’m fine,” you sobbed into his shirt.

It hurt him to see you lying to him even though you were obviously in pain. You always trusted him. And he always trusted you.

If only he could take back those three horrid words. Oh, how one phrase can ruin it all.

“I’m fine. Let go of me,” you sniffled, fists banging into his chest.

“Stop, I know you’re not fine. I hurt you, and I’m sorry,” he sighed, holding you even closer.

-

He lied to you. He broke his promise.

“I promise I’ll never hurt you.”

And now, he’s broken another promise.

“I promise I’ll never say those three words to you, unless as a joke.”

You weren’t hurting because he broke this promise, though. You were hurting because he said it as a joke. In such an intimate moment, he chose to say those words half-heartedly to you.

You couldn’t handle it anymore. You couldn’t handle him toying around with your unannounced feelings.

-

“You know I love you, right? Not as the goofy little girl I met back in kindergarten or as my long time best friend but as a partner. I love you, and I’ve loved you for a while now. I know I’m breaking our rules, but I can’t hold back anymore. I’ve fallen for you,” Tom confessed into your hair.

The tears in your eyes reduced. You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You what?” You asked in disbelief.

“I love you, Y/N M/N L/N, from the very bottom of my heart.”

“I-I love you, too, Tommy,” you were looking up at him now, “I’ve been in love with you ever since we were in year 8 at school.”

“If this is a dream,” he leaned his forehead on yours, “I never want it to end.”

“It’s not a dream, Tom,” you lifted your chin and inched your lips towards his.

Gently, your lips attached. Your arms wrapped around his neck, and one his hands caressed your cheek while the other rested on the small of your back. This kiss was different from any you shared from before. This was passionate and filled with love, unlike the others: rough and full of lust.

You pulled away, gasping for air, “Why did we have that arrangement in the first place?”

“I did it because I thought it was the closest I would ever get to a relationship with you,” Tom blushed, laughing nervously.

“Funnily enough, I’m pretty sure that’s why I agreed, too,” you giggled.

“I’m so sorry for hurting you, love. I should be keeping you out of harms way instead of being the harm. Please forgive me,” he begged, pouting his lips and shining his bright, wide eyes at you.

“How could I say no to that adorable face?” You bopped the tip of his nose, “I really do forgive you, though.”

“Thank you,” he whispered, “You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me.”

Can u pls do a tom imagine with prompt 2, 12, 15, 20, 48

for the best

a/n: depending on how this does, i will make a part 2 to it, so stick around... this is the first richkid au i’ve ever written and it doesn’t really feel much like it, more so like mob but not really... enjoy my lovelies xx

pairing: richkid!tom x reader

warnings: a pinch of fluff in the beginning, AnGsT, heartbreak, );

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2. “Close the door.”

12. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?”

15. “Watch me.”

20. “I want an answer, goddammit!”

48. “Walk out that door and we’re through.”

The Hollands hosted a weekly party on every Friday night, and you, being Tom’s girlfriend, always attended by his side. He spoiled you with piles and piles of luxuries, all to which you declined. You didn’t want to seem like a gold digger. Your family wasn’t as rich as the Hollands, but your family was in the upper-middle class. 

Tom always gave you a new dress to wear to the party, making excuses to convince you to accept it. Usually he would use money, but ever since you slapped some sense into him, he never touched his wallet around you unless it was to necessary. 

This week, he gave you a red satin dress with a deep v-neck and a cinched waist. The skirt flowed to the floor, a slit decorating the front. Although the dress looked like it would be a hassle to put on, it slipped onto you as easily as a glove. You wore nude heels and dangling diamonds earrings Tom had given you to tie the outfit together. You curled your hair to perfection and placed a section over your left shoulder.

“You ready, love?” Tom knocked on the door.

Looking at yourself once more in the mirror, you added a light layer of setting spray over your bold makeup look and replied, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

You heard the door click open, “Wow,” a soft voice spoke.

Turning around, your eyes met your lover’s dilating pupils. You blushed at his reaction and made your way over to him.

“So, lover boy, are we going or are you going to keep ogling me?” You asked seductively, gently grazing his chest as you walked past him.

“I can’t help it, love,” his voice was hoarse with lust, “you’re absolutely stunning.”

Rolling your eyes, you responded, “I just know how to put the right pieces together, silly. Now, let’s crash this party!”

You swayed your hips as you walked over to the ballroom. The dress added a seductive effect, making Tom feel his pants tighten. He readjusted his tie and gulped, turning a faint red.

“Get a grip, Tommy,” you laughed at the hormonal boy, “you’ve got guests to entertain.”

He rushed to pull the door open for you, politely bowing and signaling for you to enter. Thanking him, you entered the room, gaining a few stares and glances from the guests. Tom walked in behind you and placed a hand on the small of your back, urging you forward.

“Oh,” Tom caught sight of his family, “I’ve gotta go, love. Stay safe, alright?”

“When am I not?” You smiled up at him, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek before letting him walk away.

“Y/N L/N,” a voice spoke from behind you.

Your hair elegantly flowed as you turned to face the familiar voice, “Hazza?”

“How’d you know?” He chuckled.

“You’re so stupid,” you giggled.

“So, Tom left you all alone again?” He grabbed two champagne glasses of a passing waiter’s tray, handing a drink to you.

“He has to. Besides, it doesn’t bother me, especially since I know some people here, like you,” you smiled gently.

-

An hour passed and Tom was still going around and talking to the guests. This wasn’t the longest amount of time that he left. Luckily, Harrison was kind enough to stay with you the entire time.

You and Haz were in a conversation, talking about your golfing fails it was mostly Haz laughing at you. The sweet accented voice of your boyfriend lightly met your ears but what he had said was incoherent. That was until he moved closer.

“Welcome, Aurelia, darling. It’s been a while,” his voice cut off.

Harrison noticed your sudden change in mood. He looked around to see if there were any hints to the difference, and when he saw Tom kissing Aurelia’s hand, he realized why you were suddenly so cold.

Aurelia and Tom had a history. They were past lovers and initially arranged to get married, but you changed both the Hollands’ and Beaumonts’ plans. Aurelia grew to dislike you. In the Beaumonts’ standards, you weren’t rich enough to have any of their attention. Tom was truly in love with her, but you were something else. Tom would feel euphoria whenever he was with you. Aurelia thought that she and Tom were meant for each other, so she was absolutely heartbroken when she found out they wouldn’t be getting married.

“Tommy! Let’s have a drink. Just you and me, lover boy,” you cringed when you heard her call Tom the nickname you called him only hours ago.

“Alright,” his sultry voice responded.

You felt a twinge of betrayal hearing his response. You couldn’t help but be jealous of his past relationship with her. They were in love, accepted by all.

Tears pricked your eyes. You ruined their relationship selfishly to give yourself something that was never yours to take.

“Y/N,” Haz breathed pitifully, seeing your eyes gloss over.

Blinking away the tears, you plastered a fake smile onto your face, “It’s alright, Hazza,” you said with faux serenity. “Please excuse me.”

You made your way over to Tom and Aurelia, the fake smile still plastered across your face. They were laughing and enjoying themselves,

They really did look like the perfect couple.

“Pardon me, Aurelia,” you said quietly from behind the couple, “may I borrow Tom for a minute or two? I promise to return him as soon as I’m finished talking with him.”

Tom turned around to face you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion. Aurelia had a look of hatred and jealousy on her face when she saw you.

Faking a giggle, she kindly replied, “Of course. There’s no need to worry, I’ll be here waiting.”

You silently thanked her and dragged Tom to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong, love?” Tom asked, looking concerned.

“Close the door,” you whispered.

“Alright, but we can’t do anything just yet. I still have more walking around to do tonight. Unless, do you want me to-” you raised a finger, silencing him.

“i’m sorry,” you sniffled, eyes avoiding Tom’s gaze.

“What? What are you sorry for?” He asked a panicked tone in his voice.

“You and Aurelia are made for each other,” you said, eyes locked to the floor.

“What? Aurelia? You’ve got it all wrong. We,” he signaled to the both of you, “We are made for each other. We’re soulmates.”

“No, we’re not! Aurelia is. I was being selfish, and I broke apart your perfect relationship,” tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Y/N-” he began.

“Don’t. You have a future with her. I wouldn’t get you anywhere. Besides, you have a history with her,” you sulked, saying the last bit with a pang of jealousy.

“You’re still going on about that? Are you never going to let that go?” His voice rose with anger. 

“I won’t let it go because if it weren’t for me, you’d still be together today, wouldn’t you be? Hell, you’d probably married her by now. I’m right, aren’t I?” Your faux serenity began cracking.

He didn’t reply, now avoiding your gaze.

“I want an answer, goddammit!” Tears flew from your eyes.

“Y/N-” he tried.

“Stop avoiding the question! Just answer it,” you snapped.

He couldn’t look at you. You were right after all. He would probably be married to Aurelia now if it weren’t for you, but you were a blessing in disguise.

“Just as I thought,” you sighed, “I’ll return all of your gifts to me as soon as I can.”

“W-What do you mean?” He asked, fearing what you would say next.

“I’m leaving, Thomas. Enjoy your evening,” you reached towards the doorknob, but his hand gripped your wrist.

“Y/N, if you walk out of that door, we’re through,” Tom said, hoping you’d stay.

“Thank you for the memories, Thomas, but watch me.”

And with that, you ripped your arm from his grasp, leaving him to sulk alone in the bathroom.

It’s for the best.

Oh my, are we going to get cocky Tom sex? And even better, cocky Tom boasting and dirty talking while getting a blowjob? Hehe. I know he'll probably eventually become nicer and actually like y/n, but to start, I will be happy for super arrogant frat Tom in the bedroom!

cocky head

a/n: i’m not sure if you meant that we’ll see cocky frat tom sex in my series or if you were requesting it, so i’ll just do both... enjoy reading this erotica, peace xx

pairing: cocky frat!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, oral (m. receiving), swearing, tom is a cocky bitch

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You were shoved into the dark space with the arrogant frat boy, Tom Holland. You tried to fight your way out but being much smaller and weaker than the 6′ 2″ male who went to the gym everyday, failed miserably. 

“Calm down, darling. We’ll only be in here for 7 minutes,” a scoff sounded behind you.

Turning around, you looked around the darkness, “I might not be able to see you, but I can still strangle you if I really wanted to.”

“My, you’re a feisty one,” you could practically hear the smug smirk on his face.

“Shut up,”  you mumbled and sat down. Surprisingly, when you took your seat, it wasn’t hard and cold but slightly cushioned and warm.

You heard Tom clear his throat, “Woah, when you said you’d strangle me, I guess you meant strangle my di-”

“I swear, if you finish that sentence, I will hurt you,” you threatened.

“You sat in my lap, so technically, you initiated it,” he said defensively.

Squealing, you launched yourself into the air feeling oddly hot. You felt a tingling sensation in your core and an uncontrollable urge to smile. You were more than thankful that you were in the dark.

Calming down, you sat across from Tom and awkwardly fidgeted with your fingers. The room was completely silent except from the talkative crowd beyond the doors. Then, you heard the sound of a belt getting unbuckled. You looked in the direction of the noise. Unfortunately for you, your eyes had already adjusted to darkness, allowing you to see Tom sticking his hand into his pants.

“O-Oh my god,” you yelped, covering your eyes.

“Don’t be shy,” he smirked, “this is probably the biggest cock you’ll ever see.”

“Sh-Shut up,” you hid your face behind your hands, blushing furiously.

“Look at hard you made me,”  he cooed, “Just from sitting in my lap. Don’t you want to admire your work?”

You shook your head, too nervous to look at him, any of him. 

When you didn’t hear him reply, you slightly relaxed and dropped your arms by your side. The first thing that caught your eye was a grinning Tom staring right at you, cock in hand.

“My hands good, but your mouth, that mouth will be more helpful around my cock,” he said seductively.

“You’re disgusting,” you spat at him.

“You won’t be saying that when you’ve tried it,” he sang.

His moans filled your ears, followed by the wet slapping sounds of him jerking himself off. Strangely, it made you feel erotic and sensitive. 

As wrong as it was, you snuck a peek at Tom working himself to his climax. You don’t know what came over you, but you were suddenly on your knees in front of Tom’s length.

“Knew you wouldn’t be able to resist me,” he chuckled.

“Shu-”

Tom cut you off by shoving himself into your mouth. You let out a moan and began bobbing your head. You looked up at him and blinked innocently, eliciting a groan from him.

“Fuck, darling, you’re so good at this. Have you done this before?” He moaned dropping his head back.

You used your hands and stroked the base of his member, trying to bring him to the edge faster. 

“What a shame, my fat cock is too big to fit in your mouth. Luckily, you know how to use your hands, too.”

You increased your pace and swirled your tongue all around his manhood. He felt his core tense and instinctively thrusted his hips into the air.

“I’m gonna cum, babygirl,” he warned you.

You worked even harder, greedy for his cum.

It didn’t take long to get him to release in your mouth.

“Fuck, that was good. Your mouth and my cock were meant to be together,” Tom sighed, catching his breath.

You gulped his liquids and swallowed as much as you could in one go. The rest of the white fluids were wiped off the side of your mouth and sucked off your fingertips.

“Don’t get too attached to my big cock, darling. Just know that we will be seeing a lot more of each other,” and with that, he finished redressing himself and left you alone in the closet to assess what just happened.

a stupid mistake

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a/n: sorry for the month long hiatus... i’ve been stress recently with not having many friends and moving along with my school,,, it’s also my first anniversary of starting this tumblr so look out for that (it should be this friday i think)... enjoy the angsty fic ♥︎

pairing: mob!tom x reader

warnings: cursing, sO much AngSt, slight slut-shaming, light violence, pure fluff at the end uwu

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It all started with your forgetfulness. You were stressed and worried because of Tom. You knew how dangerous it was for him to be running the strongest mob in England. Worries littered your thoughts, and you couldn’t help but be forgetful. 

You didn’t understand how Tom could’ve gotten so infuriated about you forgetting to lock the front door of your flat. Yes, you knew he was only caring for your well-being, but his reaction was excessive. 

“Fuck, Y/N, you could’ve gotten into serious danger! What if a rival mob came here and took you away? Do you realize how careless you’re being?” Tom shouted at you, fists clenched.

You looked at him with wide, watering eyes, “I-It was just a stupid mistake. Besides, I’m still here, aren’t I?”

He scoffs, laughing at your counter. A hand moves from his hips and runs through his gelled, brunette locks. He saunters over to the fireplace, looking at the picture frames of moments you shared together. With another chuckle, he sent the frames crashing to the floor.

You flinched at the resonating sound.

“A stupid mistake,” he whispers to himself, “Would it’ve been stupid if someone kidnapped you and used you against me?”

You opened your mouth to reply, only to be cut off by his seething stare.

“I know that you’re still here. You got lucky, so what? Do you want them to take you away? Are you with me to whore around with other mobs?” He spat.

You looked up at your boyfriend, hurt accented your features.

“I would never use anyone to whore around, especially not with you. I can’t believe you would even say that. Out of all people, I’d think you’d know me best. I guess I was wrong,” you murmured the end, arms hugging yourself.

You heard his footsteps approaching you. Your eyes were trained on the crystal droplets on the wooden floor. Tears were uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks and onto the ground. When you knew Tom wasn’t looking, you would quickly wipe them away. To your dismay, you knew his eyes were locked on you, giving you leeway to dry your tears.

“I don’t think you should be talking back to me,” he gripped one of your arms tightly, “I’ve given you everything you could dream for, and this is how you repay me? By making yourself a free target?”

“I’m sorry, I forgot,” you spoke weakly.

“You forgot? You have nothing to do. You’re living your life off of me. You can do whatever the hell you want, whenever you want. So, please, tell me how you could forget a task as simple as locking the door?” He placed a finger at your chin, forcing your red-rimmed eyes to meet his.

Your lips shook as you said nothing but stared into his raging eyes. Whoever this man ahead of you was, it certainly wasn’t your boyfriend. Your Tom. This Tom was the man behind mysterious disappearances and stomach turning murders. 

This wasn’t an argument between to lovers anymore; it was an interrogation between a surprised victim and the devil.

A whimper escaped your lips, following strings of sobs. Your tears flowed freely, drenching your face. You closed your eyes to avoid the man’s stare, but it was all you could see. 

You could feel his grip loosen and took the opportunity to run. You bolted up the stairs and into your shared bedroom. You slammed the door behind you and made sure to lock it.

You could hear his loud footsteps nearing the door and decided to reinforce the door by placing a chair against it. Feeling slightly secured, you jumped into your bed and buried yourself under the sheets. 

A gentle knock sounded, “Y/N, darling?”

You pulled your pillow into the sheets and wrapped your head with it, attempting to block out his voice. 

Tom was the last person you wanted to think about at that moment and time, but he was stuck in your mind. His piercing stare was engraved in your memory.

Another knock.

“Love? If you can hear me, I’m sorry. I overreacted. I really love and care for you and knowing that you’re in danger because of me breaks my heart. I’m so sorry if I scared you earlier. Please open the door,” he spoke softly.

You pulled the pillow harder and squeezed your eyes shut, holding back your tears. You were silently begging for him to leave you alone. Fortunately, after waiting a bit longer, you were met with complete silence.

The silence was disturbed by the faint sound of key jangling and a chair scraping against the floor.

You scrunched yourself into a tighter ball as if it would shield and hide you.

“Y/N?” Tom looked at the lump on the bed.

You heard rustling and felt the bed dip under his weight. A light hand was placed on your shoulder and began to stroke you in an attempt to comfort you.

“I’m really, truly am sorry. I didn’t mean what I said earlier. I’m just worried about you. If anything happens to you, it’s on me. It’s because I failed to protect you. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself knowing you got hurt because of me.” Failing to get a response from you, he continued, “I don’t deserve you. You’re a blessing in disguise, my blessing in disguise. I remember those dark days before I met you. Training drained all of my energy and left me feeling weak and unworthy of life. I couldn’t even look at myself in the mirror whilst getting ready. Everything felt dull. Then, I met you. You brought the happiness back into my life. I felt so... so complete, so full of life. If it weren’t for you, I don’t know if  I’d even be here, today. You saved me. You, the love of my life.”

You relaxed under him and peeked your head out under the sheets. You looked at him with soft, admiring eyes. He looked back at you with adoring eyes, flashing you a gracious smile.

“Please believe me, love. I know I hurt you, and I know what I said was wrong, but I love you with all my heart. You can leave me if you want; it’s what I deserve, anyways,” his eyes filled with tears, and he looked away, avoiding your gaze.

As a tear rolled down his cheek, you reached out and wiped it away. He looked at you, shocked. 

“I love you, too,” you whispered earnestly.

With a laugh, he dropped himself on top of you, enveloping you in his arms. He placed kisses all over your face, making you giggle.

“Tommy, stop,” you blushed, pushing him away. With a more serious tone in your voice, you spoke, “I forgot to lock the door because I was worried about you, Tommy. You’ve been working so hard, recently, and when you come with those deep dark circles under your eyes, it breaks my heart. I’m sorry for being so careless. I must’ve caused unnecessary panic.”

He softens at your reasoning and caresses your cheek, “I’m sorry for snapping at you earlier. If I’d known you were worried for me, I wouldn’t’ve reacted that way. I’m so sorry.”

“From now on, can we talk things out peacefully? I hate fighting with you,” you pouted at the brunette.

“I agree,” he smiled, “Now, let’s just cuddle and sleep away the day. Would you like that?”

“I would,” you replied before reaching up to kiss him, only to miss.

Chuckling, he leaned down and completed the kiss for you.

Love your writing

If you have time please write some soft #mob!tom

failed surprises

pairing: soft mob!tom x reader

genre: angst, mostly fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tommy,” your voice squeaked.

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

“You’re back,” you hiccuped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” You squirmed under his gaze.

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

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

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

50 and 59 with mob Tom

skin ‘n teeth

❧ prompt: “Why are you so jealous?” & “Bite me.”

❧ pairing: mob!tom x brat!reader

❧ genre: suggestive, slight angst (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds

❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want

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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him. 

“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.

“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.

“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.

“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.

“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.

“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”

“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”

“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.

“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”

“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.

“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.

His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room. 

“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.

Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.

Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss. 

After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips. 

“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”

The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.

“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.

Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine. 

“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.

He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.

“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”

With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.

exam motivation drabble

❧ prompt: there isn’t really a story to this. really, it’s, hopefully, a motivator for students, whatever age, to work hard in school and life. i hope this helps you destress and find your comfortable environment to study in.

❧ pairing: tom x legal student!reader

❧ genre: fluff, anti-stress, motivation

❧ warnings: literally none, this is a stress-free environment excuse me

❧ a/n: i just wanted to write something short and hopefully stress relieving for you readers because i know finals season is here. also, this applies to any tests or exams or finals or whatever thing your having. i hope that this will help you feel more inspiration to study and try your best in life in general. i made this a short drabble so you procrastinators can get inspired and open your books to study. i love you guys. don’t give up!

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You sat in the dark, a dim light shone on the worn-out pages of your thick notebook. Earbuds were stuffed deeply in your ears, the wire connected to your phone. The tunes of your favorite songs to study with played lightly in your ears. Your eyes scaled over your notes for what felt like the hundredth time that night. Once you reached the bottom of the page, you sat back, relaxing in your chair. You leaned your head back, hands coming up to rub your eyes. As your hands left surface they were rubbing, you immediately winced at the sudden brightness your eyes were met with. Warm hands were placed on your shoulders and your boyfriend’s face came into view.

Smiling, you pull out your earbuds, whispering, “Hi, Tommy.”

“Hey, darling,” he leaned down and kissed your cheek. “How’s studying going? You feel alright?” He asked, looking at the piles of notes messily laid on your desk.

“’M doing just fine. I’m right on schedule, no procrastinating this year,” you smiled, yawning.

“That’s great, love,” he began planting small pecks over your face, “So proud of you.”

Giggling when his lips met yours, you lifted your head from its position, “I’m proud of me, too. I think I’ll study some more tonight too.”

Pouting, Tom whined, “But you said we could watch movies tonight.”

Gently kissing the tip of his nose, you smile, “We can watch movies after I study a page more.” 

He let out a deep-throated groan, “Fine.”

“Love you, Tommy,” you bid him goodbye, reinserting your earbuds.

“Love you, too, princess,” he whispered back, noticing you had already delved back in your notes.

The amount of admiration and pride he had for you was unimaginable. Seeing you work so hard inspired him to work even harder in his career of acting. You were his pride and joy, and he was never going to let go of you.

Can you please please do one where mob Tom has to go on like a business meeting for like two months or something and can’t have contact with y/n and in those two months she starts working out and loses a bit of weight and he comes home all proud SMUT PLEASEE Im trying to lose weight and I would literally cry if someone was proud of my weight loss

two-for-one reward

❧ prompt: hard work always pays off, and the prize you get always varies

❧ pairing: mob!tom x reader

❧ genre: suggestive, fluff

❧ warnings: one curse word shit, mentions of hickeys, mentions of horniness, suggestive ending

❧ a/n: i decided to write this for the upcoming week because i have my finals and a lot of work to do for school that i’m stressed about oops so hopefully this’ll be enough content for now. i personally am also exercising, and may i just say, it’s the most rewarding thing ever. tips that i can give are to be do it for yourself and not others, as well as not to put yourself down. don’t stress about your results or not seeing improvement. you’re doing great as it is, and you should be proud that your taking action. i also did not write any smut in this for i don’t feel comfortable writing in such genre anymore, especially because i haven’t been dabbling in that area for a while. like i said in my other post, i will try to return to writing nsfw works, but for now, i will only be writing suggestive. i am so sorry :( i hope the suggestiveness is enough. enjoy xx

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Two weeks ago, Tom had to go on a trip for his business. Though he considered bringing you along, he didn’t want to involve you in the mob business further than you already were. He left you in the safety of his mansion, accompanied by many of his most trusted men. As much as he wanted to leave Harrison, Sam, or Harry with you, he needed them to come along with him on this mission as backup. 

Within the two weeks he had been gone, you had too much free time on your hands. Not being allowed to leave his property or invite friends over, you were left with barely any sources of entertainment.

One day, though, as you were walking down the large halls, two of Tom’s men trailing behind you, you noticed a room you never ventured in before. Letting your curiosity and boredom lead you, you made your way over to the opaque door. Placing a hand on the metal of the door handle, you winced at the chill that spiked the palm of your hand. Pulling the door open, you were met with a rack of weights placed beside the wall and a treadmill beneath a large television. Walking further into the room, on your right, there was a long pool filled with crystal, teal water. 

Turning to the men behind you, you asked, “Who’s gym is this?”

“Mr. Holland’s, of course,” one spoke up, “we usually aren’t allowed in here, though.”

Looking at the large mirror wall, you looked at your physique. You didn’t need to lose weight, as your body was already perfect as it was, but you could improve your muscle strength and stamina. With that, you decided that within the two weeks, to fill your time, you would work out everyday for hours on end. 

At the beginning of this strengthening journey, you were fatigued much more easily than you were compared to the end of the two week span. You ended every jogging session with your hands supporting your body on your knees, sweat dripping down your face, chest heaving as you panted for air. You could barely hold a plank for 15 seconds, and your arms were established to be weaker than you imagined as you dipped down to do your first pushup. Legs bending into a squat, you felt your thighs shaking by the time you reached twentieth rep. Every time you ended every workout, you felt rewarded and were proud when you looked in the mirror to see your figure tightening.

By the thirteenth day, and final day to yourself, you were much stronger and could hold yourself up for much longer. For the short amount of time you had exercised for, your results were extraordinary. You were much skinner and toned than you were when you began. 

That night, you fell asleep in the empty bed once more, your excitement over Tom coming back keeping you awake but the fatigue overpowered it and lulled you to sleep. 

The next morning, you woke bright and early, changing into a long-sleeved, green, lettuce-edged, wrap shirt paired with straight denim jeans. Doing your hair up into a ponytail, you applied a layer of toner and lotion to your face, finishing your look off with a lightly tinted chapstick. 

Rushing down the hallway, you heard the doors opening, followed by the familiar, accented voices.

You saw Tom taking big strides down the corridor you were practically sprinting through and jumped into his arms, shouting, “Tommy!”

“Woah, darling,” he chuckled as you nuzzled your face into the nape of his neck, “I missed you. I guess you missed me too?”

You only nodded in response.

Putting you back onto your feet, Tom looked you up and down, eyes surveying your body, “You look different,” you gave him a look, “In a good way,” he rushed to add on. “You look slimmer and more fit. Did you workout while I was gone? Or am I imagining shit?”

“Actually, i’m quite glad you noticed, but in fact, I did lose weight. I discovered your gym early on and decided to fill my time by working out,” you smiled proudly.

“Not that I didn’t love your body before, you look so hot right now. Would it be weird if I said I’m a little bit turned on?” He asked, a shy grin resting on his face.

“It definitely would be...” you paused for a moment, taking in Tom’s disgruntled expression, “weird if you hadn’t mentioned it. You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

Smirking, he lifted you in his arms, carrying you to the nearest vacant room he could find. His lips were already latched to yours, and, carrying you with one arm, he used his empty hand to strip you from your shirt.

“I’m so proud of you,” he mumbled onto your neck before sucking on the skin, leaving a dark purple mark behind. 

As the day progressed, many more marks were left all over your body that nobody, except for Tom, would be allowed to see: a prize given from Tom for your hard, impressive work.

Hi! I've recently discovered your blog and I love it 😍. I was also wondering, if you could write a fic (obviously if you like the idea, no pressure at all) where the reader is a an assassin, in love with mob!tom. Her last mission was a failure and she came home injuried. Tom was scared to death because she didn't text him or call him (obviously). She was trying to help Tom with his business but she underestimates the other mob. Tom helps her cleaning the wounds, they argued at first but I'm a puddle for happy endings. Thank you for your time, have a nice day 🥰🥰🥰

her blood-stained bodysuit

❧ prompt: all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react?

❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader

❧ genre: angst, fluff, action (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of blood, mild gore, fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of hickey, language

❧ a/n: though i should’ve worked on my script for my final, i worked on this instead. i’m not procrastinating, i have everything planned out lmao nah. this fic wasn’t supposed to be as “gore-y” as it came out as, but, like, it’s whatever. hope you enjoyed this fic because i worked on it for like three days lmao. alright bye xx

part 2!

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Walking into the run-down building, you gripped your gun tightly, eyes open for any sudden attacks. Your ears strained as they listened for any sounds. 

You were suited in an all-black bodysuit, handgun holster around your waist. Your hair had been tightly tied into a bun, no loose hair out to get in your face. A mask had covered half of your face, hiding your identity. 

You barely knew the place you were heading into, but you knew it enough to assassinate your target and escape. You had planned the entire event out. First, you’d rid the place of any cameras and enemy attackers. Then, you’d set a distraction opposite to where you were heading. Finally, once you reached your destination, you’d quickly shoot your target, leaving them a milli-second to breathe before falling cold to the ground. Your escape was easy. You’d climb out of the window and fall right into your vehicle, allowing yourself a fast escape.

As you stepped into the dark, musty building, you saw the first cameras you needed to shoot out. What didn’t occur to you was the loud echo traveling through the entire building: your first mistake.

You continued on, hiding when you saw the first sign of your enemy’s men but continuing once they passed. Unexpectedly, when you began to carry yourself further, you felt a presence watching you. The butt of your gun swung back, hitting someone in the side. They let out a loud groan, alerting everybody nearby. You quickly shot the man dead, rushing to the nearest exit. Unfortunately for you, there was no path for you to escape. There were men in every exit you planned to use when in case of an emergency.

It was like they already knew you were coming.

Deciding to take your chances, you ran, shooting and dodging bullets being shot your way. Luckily, you were a trained assassin with much experience. You found yourself at an exit when someone was able to land a shot in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you perspired on, not letting them take you in. Throwing the broken-down doors shut, you limped your way to the doors out of the building. Thinking you had escaped all the men, you let your guard down for a second to tend to your wounded leg. 

In the midst of your pain, you didn’t notice the man coming up from behind you. He threw a harsh hit to your head, knocking you off balance. With your already injured leg, you fell over easily, head hitting the rugged ground beneath you. You felt a sharp pain spike the side of your head before feeling a warm liquid run down the side of your face. 

Reaching a hand up to feel the warm liquid, you saw red and fired your gun at the grinning man above you. You shot him dead, bullets continuously lodging into his chest. His shirt soaked with his blood.

“Asshole,” you muttered before getting back on your way. 

When you finally reached your car, you took off as fast as you could, knowing that if you didn’t get going, they would be trailing you all the way back.

-

Tom was in his office, reading over some papers when the door abruptly opened. He snapped his head up in anger, knowing that his men knew not to barge in without knocking or they’d face the consequences.

“You better have a good reason as to why-” when he saw Harrison panting and wide-eyed, he paused, worry taking over his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s missing,” the blonde said, breathlessly.

“What do you mean missing?” Tom asked, attention fully on Harrison.

“She isn’t in her room or the gym. I’ve tried calling her multiple times, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Haz explained.

“Fuck,” Tom whispered, rushing out of his office to find you.

-

You threw the car door shut, feeling hazy at the loss of blood. Holding your head in pain, you limped before the doors of your home before falling over, vision going black.

-

“Tom, the system says someone’s entered the code into the gate,” Haz said as he saw the notification pop up on the security system.

“That has to be her,” Tom said before running to the home’s main doors.

Pulling open the large door, he was revealed to your limp body laying on the cold floor, with dried blood covering you and fresh blood tangled in your hair. For a moment, Tom assumed the worst and thought you were dead, when he brought himself back to logicality. He placed two fingers to your neck, successfully locating your weak pulse. He let out a happy sigh but remembered that you were still bleeding heavily and needed to be treated right away.

He lifted you up in his arms, carrying you into your shared room. He passed a concerned-looking Harrison, telling him to get the medical supplies.

-

You woke to the feeling of a wet cloth wiping down your cheek. Flinching away from the contact, your eyes weakly shot open to see your brunette boyfriend.

“Tom,” your voice came out weak and hoarse.

“Shh, darling, you need to rest,” he silenced you as he wiped you clean from your blood.

Tom wasn’t mad at you, only a bit frustrated. He wondered why you put yourself at such risk. He knew you to make logical, smart decisions, but here you were, lying in bed severely drained of your blood. He sighed aloud at your recklessness.

His weight lifting off the bed, he stood to put away the bloody towelette, shaking his head as he was consumed by his own thoughts. You watched his back, and you could practically see the disappointment radiating off of him.

“I know I fucked up alright?” You croaked, sighing in shame.

“It’s just so unlike you to be so, so-” a hand reached up to massage his temples, “Just be more careful next time.”

“No,” you bit back, hearing the irritation in his voice, “please, finish your sentence.”

“It doesn’t matter what I was going to say becau-” 

You cut him off, “It does matter. What were you going to say about me?” You suddenly felt a surge of energy run through your veins.

“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me right now? You need to rest,” he tried to tuck you under the covers, only to be pushed away by a weak hand.

“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. I just want to know what you thought about me,” you snapped.

“Fine, if you want to know so much, I was going to say reckless. It’s so unlike you to be so reckless. There, I said it,” he fired back, annoyed by your consistent nagging. 

You scoffed in disbelief, “I was not being reckless. I had a plan, a well-thought out plan at that, but they somehow intercepted it. I can’t predict things like that happening. At least I had a backup plan or I wouldn’t be here right now.”

You shifted in bed, trying to sit upright, flinching when your head spun at the sudden movement. You grabbed the aching side, trying to subdue the pain.

“Lay down. You’re only going to hurt yourself more, if you sit up,” the accented voice said demandingly. 

You sneered at the demand but listened, regardless. 

“I know what I’m doing, you know? I’m a well-trained assassin, not to mention one of the best ones yet,” you said in a hushed tone.

“I know that. That’s why I’m confused about how you came back so heavily injured. I expected you to know better,” he huffed, turning the light of the room off.

The last comment had hit you harder than you expected. You knew he had high expectations of you, but you never thought he would put you down for messing up once.

Glancing at his silhouette, you never felt as much dislike for a person than you did Tom, at that moment. You liked being critiqued but not insulted. Your line of work was very important, and your pride was big.

He slid into his space beside you, laying flat on his back, arms crossed over the covers. You remained laying on your side beside him, not sparing him a glance.

A wet streak slid down the side of your nose, another following over the bridge of your nose. Reaching a hand up to wipe the liquid away, you realized it was your tears. You tried to quietly sniffle away your tears, but Tom heard them clearly in the radio silent room. 

You weren’t supposed to be weak. You weren’t supposed to shed tears late at night. You were an assassin for fuck’s sake. 

“You know, I was doing it for you,” you whispered. “I was trying to get rid of that stupid asshole that’s been targetting you this entire time,” your tears began to come down harder.

“Darling, why would you do that? As much as I appreciate it, I’d prefer it more if you came home safely and not bleeding out,” he spoke, turning to wrap an arm around your waist.

“I just wanted to help,” you sniffled, cuddling into his warmth.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I was just worried about you,” he murmured as he planted wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I know, but it still hurt,” you replied, lifting a hand up to wipe away your excess tears.

“I’m sorry, princess. Can you forgive me?” His lips attacked the supple skin of your neck, gently sucking and leaving a purple mark behind.

You hummed, a hand snaking behind you to push him away, “Yes, I forgive you. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”

“Alright, love. Let’s sleep,” he smiled into your neck, arms encasing you in a warm hug, and before you knew it, you fell into a deep sleep.

the right decision pt. 2

❧ prompt: you and tom grew up together but always as enemies — nothing more, nothing less. as you grow older, you must realize it’s time to be mature. you either must throw tom out of your life or take him in as an ally. which will you choose?

❧ pairing: prince!tom holland x princess!reader x prince!park jimin

❧ genre: angst, barely any fluff, e2l

❧ warnings: light swearing, slight verbal abuse (nothing too heavy, only degradation), heartbreak ?

❧ a/n: lmao there are so many hidden symbols in this fic except some are revealed so i’ll explain the color symbols in this fic: orange is the change of attraction, pink is romance, and purple is the two characters coming to peace with each other. also this is a bit longer than what i usually write so ;P hopefully the second part makes up for the shitty first chapter lmao. shit, i was originally not going to write a third part but umm... shit. ok see you in the third chapter lmao smh

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In your white organza, you let your fingertips graze over the delicate petals of the gorgeously growing gardenias. Your dress flows with your movement as you step forward, observing the chrysanthemums. Looking as perfect as usual, you moved ahead to observe your candytufts. All flowers were white, like your dress. 

Truthfully, how you obtained these enchanting flowers still puzzles you. They just suddenly appeared one day when you were considering doing something with the empty space the flowers had suddenly occupied in the garden. However, you don’t care. The flowers are perfect.

Life has become quiescent ever since Tom has left you alone, almost to the point you regret pushing him away. Of course, there was a reason to why you acted the way you did. It was time for you to mature, and Tom wasn’t helping that growth whatsoever. Although the more you think about it, the more you realize that you could’ve taken him in as an ally. You couldn’t avoid him forever, and neither could he. Eventually the two of you would grow to rule your kingdoms as king and queen.

Shaking off the growing feelings of regret, you twirl back to the kingdom, hair whipping around with you. Taking one last breath of the fresh air surrounding you, you drag your heavy body back into the same, old, stodgy castle you’ve been living in for years. 

To your surprise, a handmaiden is waiting for you, instructing you to follow her on behalf of the king, your father. Leading you to the doors of the dining hall, she adjusts and cleans off your dress, combing your hair until it neatly falls onto your shoulders.

“She’s ready,” you hear the handmaiden whisper to the tall standing butler before quickly rushing off.

“Madam,” he says sticking his arm out as the door opens, “Her royal highness, Princess Y/N L/N.”

Awkwardly curtsying in your dress, you look up to see unfamiliar faces sat across your parents’. The first face to draw in your attention is a man that looks young — a bit older than you but almost your age. Suddenly standing, the man bowed, no words spoken. You smile awkwardly before moving to take the seat beside your mother and across from the man. 

“Ah,” the woman sitting across from your mother spoke, “how nice it is to finally meet you.”

You smiled warmly, though forcibly. Your hands rest in your lap, each finger toying with the other. You look down at your manicured hands, taking a moment to put together the pieces, but nothing came to mind. Looking up in frustration, your eyes meet the man across from you. He looks angelic.

His silver hair and pale skin made him look soft. Not only that but his eyes are enchanting. They are a beautiful crystal blue color, reeling you in like you are under a spell. He has plump, pink lips, glistening every time he licks them. 

You hear someone clear their throat, “May I introduce King Park and Queen Park of South Korea and their son, Prince Park Jimin.”

 Looking around expectedly, waiting for your father or mother to speak up, you are only met with eyes staring at you.

“O-Oh,” you cough gingerly, “It’s a honor to meet you, King Park and Queen Park.” Looking over at the silver-haired boy, you shyly smile, “A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Prince Park.”

He smiles, and you feel your heart clench at the sight, “And I, you, Princess L/N.”

He stands as you do, bowing to you before stretching a hand out for yours. Hesitantly, you place your hand gently in his and watch as he lightly kisses the back of your hand. Sitting back down, you feel heat rising to your cheeks as your thumb strokes the tingling sensation on the back of your hand. 

“Great,” your father quips, “Now that we’ve familiarized ourselves, let’s talk about the marriage.”

At the word, your head snaps up to look at your father. Your gaze seems to be searching for something, a sign that tells you that your ears are deceiving you. Sadly, nothing suggests that your ears are wrong. 

For the rest of the discussion, you’re not in your body, soul floating about and out of the kingdom. What pulls you back to reality is the sensation of the chair attempting to be pulled out from underneath you.

Abruptly, you stand up, curtseying the Park Royalty goodbye.

“See you soon, princess,” Jimin says, exchanging the title for a cheeky nickname, before kissing the back of your hand once more but letting his lips linger longer. 

You blush away from his touch and give him a shy smile as you watch his slim figure slip out of the large doors.

Once the family is no longer in your sight, you burst at your parents, “Marriage? Seriously?” 

You are infuriated. You never expected to be married off to some stranger, nonetheless at such a young age. You had just turned 21, for fucks sake. Moreover, they didn’t even consider discussing the situation beforehand.

“Look, darling,” your mother places a delicate hand on your cheek, “We’re growing old and soon we won’t be able to protect this kingdom. We need to pass it on to someone more reliable and trustworthy.”

“Yeah, then pass it on to me. Just me,” you clarify.

“As much as I’d love to do that, you know it’s not possible. You’re not possibly strong enough on your own,” she gives you sympathetic eyes.

“I’m- Excuse me? Not only are you stripping away my freedom of choosing my own significant other, but you’re now degrading me?” You snap, seeing red. 

“You know that’s not what I mean-” your father cuts your mother off.

“Enough! We gave you a chance already,” he huffs, anger rising as well.

“What chance? Vincent? If I had known that-”

“Vincent? That silly boy? No, that was show enough that you can’t choose the right people to help rule this kingdom, but albeit that wasn’t your chance. There’s someone else that’s been beside you all your life. It’s been planned for ages, and you just had to go off and ruin it,” your father roars.

“Who else is there? My handmaidens?” You laugh sarcastically, tears filling your eyes.

“Think, you foolish child! If you can’t even figure out who it is, you definitely won’t be able to rule a kingdom alone,” you shake angrily at your father’s debasing words.

Thinking as hard as you can through your sorrowful rage, a face pops into your head.

Tom.

“Has it finally clicked yet?” Your father’s voice breaks your trance.

“Tom,” you whisper, weakly.

Without any other words, he nods, escorting your mother and himself out of the room, leaving you to think to yourself. 

“Excuse me, ma’am,” a handmaiden spoke up, “would you like us to prepare anything? Like a bath or supper?”

Shaking your head, you dismissed her, thoughts racing in your head.

It suddenly got all too stuffy to be staying in the kingdom. You had to get out. You had to breathe in the fresh air of the wet grass, old, growing trees, and your precious flower garden.

Moving as fast as your heel-clad feet could take you, you rush out and towards your white flowers when you notice a silhouette standing above them, watering them.

His brunette locks shine in the golden light of the setting sun. As you move closer, you can see his well-constructed body through his garments. What he wore wasn’t anything special, just a white button down and grey trousers. 

“Did you know?” You ask, voice wavering.

“Of course I knew,” he replies, quietly, voice soft to soothe you.

“Why didn’t you-” you felt yourself choke on your words, “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to force you into falling for me,” he simply shrugs, hands playing with your flowers. “Although, seeing where we are now, I can’t say that what I did has encouraged us towards marriage.”

Standing in silence together, the pair of your stare at the flowers, the white of the petals turning orange, then pink, and then purple, following the shifting colors of the sky. 

“I’ve missed you,” you suddenly blurt out.

Tom turns his head to face you, “I’ve missed you as well, darling.”

Tears erupt from your eyes, and you fall into Tom’s chest, arms wrapping around his torso.

“I’m sorry,” you sob, “I didn’t mean what I said at the ball. I don’t know what got into me.”

You felt him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s alright, darling,” he sighs, hand rubbing the arch of your back.

“It’s not. What I said was wrong. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” you shake your head, hair sticking onto your wet skin.

“I forgive you, darling. Please stop crying,” he says sweetly before pulling back to wipe away your tears.

You look at him with glistening, doe eyes. Your hair is a wild mess, and the minimal makeup you wore had smudged off, revealing your natural beauty.

“Do you want to know something about your flowers?” Tom asks, trying to change the subject and cheer you up.

Nodding, you give him a silent answer.

“These,” he points at your chrysanthemums, “mean truth,” next, the candytufts, “indifference, and finally, my favorite,” the gardenias, “secret love.” He looks over to see your sparkling eyes of fascination, “Ever wonder how you got these?”

“Yes, I wonder every time I see them. Do you know who or how?” You ask, completely oblivious to the fact that he knows you didn’t personally request for the flowers to be planted.

He chuckles, “It was I, darling.”

You turn to face him in shock, “You?”

“Let me explain,” he smiles, “I first sent these to you when I realized my feelings for you. The gardenias represented my hidden love for you, the white chrysanthemums represented that I was going to tell you soon, and the candytufts represented you and your indifference for my feelings. You were perfect. You are perfect,” he corrects himself, “Then, when you started Vincent, I became jealous, and I was mad that you chose the man that you had barely known over me. I was beside you all of your life, yet you chose him,” Tom’s face contorts in jealousy. “I became bitter, and whenever I saw you, I saw him. He was always beside you. I treated you more harshly because of him, but when I heard news of your breakup, I immediately regretted the way I treated you. I should’ve protected you, rather than ignoring you.”

With eyes of awe, you whisper to yourself, “Tom likes me?”

“I’d say ‘love,’ but if you’re more comfortable with ‘like’ then I happy that you’re happy,” he chuckles.

You warm smile drops, “I’m sorry I treated you with such dislike. If I’d known, I would’ve respected you.”

The smug look on his face drops as well, “Does this mean you don’t feel the same way about me?”

“Well, to be honest, Tom, up until a couple weeks ago, I thought we had a mutual hate, but I do think that I have potential feelings for you that are slowly but surely arising. Although, even if we wanted to be together, it would be impossible,” you look down at your hands, tears developing in your quivering eyes at the mention of the arranged marriage.

He smiles lamentably, “I know.”

The two of you stand in silence, heads hanging in despair. None of you have anything else to say, only there to enjoy being in each others presence. You only move when you hear sniffles that don’t belong to you.

“Tom?” You say his name, hopelessly. Not receiving a response from him, you look up to see his shaking figure. “Oh, Tommy,” you coo, taking him into your arms. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you rub his back, face snuggled in the crook of his neck.

You let Tom sob in your arms until he ran out of tears to cry. When he finally collects himself and is in the right state of mind, again, he places a gentle kiss to your cheek before running off and leaving you to yourself in your dark garden.

You look up at the sky. The sun is already long gone, and the stars have come out to play with the moon. A tear falls down your cheek, left with confused feelings and a broken heart.

Jimin sits on the marble seat of his balcony, staring up at the dark sky, wondering what you were up to at the moment. He was infatuated with you at first glance; your beauty lures and traps him. 

Jimin smiles at the twinkling stars, a sense of thrill flowing through him.

There were three stars that shone especially brightly that night. One of said stars twinkled its last day, falling unannounced, leaving the one star sad and confused and the other excited and ready.

Hey, it’s me again. For the part two of ‘her blood-stained bodysuit’ where the reader is still upset about tom expecting to high of her, the next morning tom noticed it and try make it up to her..? Something like that... or you can make it your own way 😊 thank you in advance

her blood-stained bodysuit pt. 2

❧ prompt: all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react?

❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader

❧ genre: angst, fluff

❧ warnings: cursing, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, slamming a glass cup onto a counter (?), mentions of insecurity

❧ a/n: i got a backup laptop babies! it’s not actually mine but i’m going to get mine fixed soon :)) hopefully this part lived up to your standards, anon. i tried to make it angsty-er than the first part since someone reposted it saying it wasn’t as angsty as they expected. i didn’t find it as an insult because i took it more in a constructive criticism way. anyways, enjoy!

part 1!

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You flinched awake, placing a palm at the side of your head. Your eye shut in pain, letting out a shaking breath. You looked ahead of you, stabilizing yourself, before using both of your arms to push yourself up into a sitting position. Beside you, you heard the sheets rustling and felt movement beneath them. You froze in your spot, turning to face the sleeping figure.

Tom laid peacefully, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. His steady breathing filled the radio silent room. Flashes of the night before filled your mind, Tom’s voice ringing in your ears. 

“It’s so unlike you to be so reckless.“

“I expected you to know better.”

You let out an audible huff, forcing your aching off the bed. Your blistered feet touched the cool floor, relaxing your tense body. Quietly, you made your way to the bathroom with an occasional limp. 

Looking yourself over in the mirror, you took note that you looked like a mess: (h/c) hair a tangled mop, dry, cracked lips, and bruises littered your figure. You winced at the sight and began towards the shower. 

Stepping into the warm, fog-filled cubicle, you sighed as the warm water relaxed your tight muscles. Your arms wrapped around your torso, holding yourself as your hair flattened against your scalp. You let a hand fall to your thigh, fingertips dancing along the hem of your waterproof bandage.

Sighing, you stepped into the empty gym. You closed the door behind you, pulling off your large, black jacket. You placed the piece onto the bench, sitting beside it to put on your black tennis shoes.

The gym was a sad room at those hours. The hours when everyone was still asleep or slowly awakening, when the rising sun was concealed by the overwhelming fog. Through the teal-tinted glass, the opaque light in the room was faint, shadows hiding in the corners of the room. The air was still, an occasional shift when there was the slightest of movements. 

A chill ran down your spine, as you shook, and goosebumps slowly arose from your soft skin. Rubbing your arms for warmth, you grabbed the black hair tie and pulled your hair up into a tight ponytail.

You worked hard for the next couple of hours, pushing yourself over your limit. Occasionally, you stopped when you felt a sharp pain in your thigh or your vision spun you off balance. 

After another shower, you made your way into the kitchen, smelling of fresh soap. You grabbed a glass of water, chugging the cup in one go. You leaned against the island of your kitchen, staring out the large window and at the gorgeous scenery of trees. 

“I’ve done everything I can to be the top,” you spoke, quietly, “Where did I go wrong?” 

“G’morning, darling,” Tom’s groggy voice filled your ears, as you felt him place a gentle kiss to your temple. 

You flinched back at the sudden contact, strangely alert to your surroundings. 

“Sorry. Did I touch your wound?” A concerned hand came up to your face, gently moving your hair behind your ear.

Shaking your head, you moved towards the stove, thinking about ways to improve yourself on the field. Just as an idea popped in your head, his voice came up again. 

“It’s so unlike you to be so reckless.“

“I expected you to know better.”

Your head snapped up, and you looked behind you. “What’d you say?” You asked with a venomous tone.

“I just asked if you were feeling better, love,” he walked up to you and placed an arm around your waist, “Are you sure you’re feeling alright?”

Maneuvering out of his grasp, you replied, “Yes, I’m fine. I don’t need to be babied, Tom. I just have a lot going on in my mind.”

Concerned, Tom pushed further, “You know you can tell me anything.”

Frustrated, you harshly put down the glass in your hand, almost shattering it against the counter. 

Tom flinched.

“Look, I’m just really tired and sore and frustrated, right now. If you could just leave me alone for a few minutes, maybe I’ll feel like putting up with you later,” you snapped, walking out of the room, leaving him no time to speak.

As expected, he followed after you, wondering what had gone wrong. He thought back to the night before, trying to remember if your attitude could possibly be a symptom of the medications you took. Shaking his head, he reflected the argument the pair of you had.

That must be it, he nodded to himself.

Unknowingly, you lead him to the gym, but when he tried to pull the door open, the glass wouldn’t budge. From within, he heard your gentle grunts and soft breaths, leading him to the conclusion of you exercising. Thinking to the injuries you had returned with, he began to worry and panic for you and your health.

What were you thinking? What if you injure yourself further? Why aren’t you prioritizing your health? Tom thought, growing frustrated, mostly at himself.

His fist banged on the glass, head spinning with negative thoughts, “Darling, you need to let yourself rest. You’ll only hurt yourself more if you push yourself over your limit.”

You heard the faint murmur of his shouts but decided to ignore it. If you were stronger, you wouldn’t be in the position you were in: a limp in your walk, ache in your thigh, and an occasional blur to your vision.

Stepping onto the treadmill, you dialed the speed to 5 miles per hour to start as a warm up. Within a minute, you pushed yourself to a run at 6 miles per hour, then to a sprint at 7. You were panting for air, sweat dripping down your face.

 You could still hear Tom’s protests, angering you further. 

Unsatisfied that you could still hear the noises in your environment, you brought the speed up to 7.5 miles per hour, a sharp pain slowly becoming more and more noticeable in your thigh. The blood that rushed to your ears drowned out anything and everything you didn’t want to hear.

Barely any time had passed when the faint pain in your leg began to feel like someone was constantly pressing on your wound. Additionally, your head was pounding, and your vision was growing blurrier by every passing minute. 

You brought a hand up to your forehead, fingers pressing into your temples, attempting to massage the pain away. Unfortunately, the pain stayed, and if anything, increased tenfold. 

“Fuck,” you murmured, arms grasping at the hand supports of the treadmill.

Before you knew it, your vision turned black, and the sensation of your body getting thrown into the air was all you felt before you went unconscious.

-

After too many attempts, Tom was able to successfully break the lock of the gym door. Hearing you continuously and vigorously increase the speed of the conveyor belt made him move in haste, leading to his multiple failures. He was too worried about your wellbeing to think straight.

As he stepped into the room, he saw your hands fall limp by your side, and your body rocked to the side, off balance. With wide eyes, he ran to your slipping figure before you could make contact with the hard floor.

“Darling? Love? Are you alright? Please answer me,” he cried, looking at the pain-etched face of yours.

Not receiving a response, he quickly stood, carrying you bridal style in his arms and back into your shared bedroom.

-

You rolled your head to the side, hearing a rustling beneath you. Your body felt overheated, aching to feel even the slightest of breezes.

As you began to move your leg to kick the thick duvet off your body, you flinched in pain, reflexively grabbing said leg to support it.

“Don’t move. You’ll only make it hurt more,” a gentle voice explained from behind you.

Consumed by your pain, you hadn’t even noticed you were tucked in your bed, back in your shared bedroom. 

The familiar brunette you had spent the day trying to ignore protruded from the shadows, eyes quivering and shining with tears.

“What happened?” You asked, throat oddly hoarse.

“You overworked yourself. You fainted whilst running,” he explained, “I was so fucking worried, darling. I almost lost you,” he shook his head, “No, I could’ve lost you, but I didn’t. I’m so lucky to have opened that door before you hit the ground.” A few tears began to leak out of the inner corners of his chocolate eyes as he thought of the scenario of him not saving you in time.

“It’s all my fault,” he let out a loud so, “If I hadn’t said that you weren’t good enough or that you were too reckless, you wouldn’t be here,” he placed a hand onto the bed, “in this wretched bed, resting as you are now. Your thigh wouldn’t be bleeding out, right now, if I hadn’t insulted you out of frustration and worry. I wasn’t—” he hiccuped, “I didn’t have my head on straight. If I did, I would’ve been more generous and not passive to you. You were only trying to help me, and all I repaid you with were insults.”

Pitifully looking at your boyfriend, you moved a weak arm to his hand, tugging him down onto his knees. You patted his curled locks, giving him the best smile you could muster.

“I know you were concerned for me, but what you said really hurt me. You know how,” you thought for a proper word for a moment, “insecure I can be about my abilities in this field. There’s so much— too much competition in my industry and having to keep up this perfect, high-leveled assassin façade is taking a toll on my mental health.”

Tom’s eyes shook with despair. He never knew you felt this way. He’d never want you to have to deal with your hardships alone.

“But, because of you, I’ve been trying my best and pushing myself over so many of my limits to make me the best I can be. I mean, you’re one of the most powerful mobsters to be, so it would only make sense if I were one of the most successful and strongest assassin, right?”

Shaking his head, he cried, “No, not if it means breaking yourself apart and tearing your morale into pieces.” He grabbed both your small hands, enclosing them in his. He looked straight into your eyes, sniffling away his tears, “I don’t care whether you’re number one or number 3 billion. All I care about is your happiness and wellbeing. I want you to live your best life with me. I want you to feel like you can trust me and come to me whenever you need me because I am here. I will continue to be here through thick and thin. I love you. Not because you’re one of the most skilled assassins, not because you’re someone I can flaunt to others, but because you are the most beautiful, talented, intelligent, lovable person I know. I wouldn’t exchange you for the world.” 

This time, Tom’s eyes didn’t sparkle because of his sorrowful tears, they twinkled because of his love and adoration towards you and only you.

“I-I love you, too, Tommy, and I promise that I’ll come to you whenever I need you,” you placed a gentle kiss to his forehead. “You can also come to me anytime as well,” you blushed.

“Thank you, love,” he tilted his head, smiling, thumb stroking the blush on your cheeks.

“Thank you, bubs, for having my back and understanding me and putting up with me.”

Pulling on his arm, you dragged him into bed with you to cuddle. He stumbled as he focused on avoiding touching your injuries.

That night you fell asleep in each other’s arms, an unbreakable bond connecting the two of you. You understood him, and he, you.

All left of that tragic night from before had dissipated into nothingness, except for her blood-stained bodysuit.

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her hidden crystal tears

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

❧ pairing: jock!tom x fem!reader

❧ genre: angst

❧ warnings: lots of angst (?), petty girl fights technically harassment, crying, pent-up emotions, unhealthy coping

❧ a/n: this is an unedited fic, as always and I didn’t know how to end it because I had two endings in mind. I might write both endings (angst and fluff) or maybe I’ll let you guys suffer lmao I’m kidding I originally was writing a blurb about the reader hiding their emotions/hiding their tears by feigning happiness, but I ended up writing like a 2500+ word fic lmao. also if some shit seems wack, it’s because I posted this on my phone.

alternate fluff ending here: let them flow

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Swerving through the large crowd, you found yourself a seat on the filled bleachers, squeezing to fit in the front rows to spot your boyfriend. Looking about, you located your brunette partner jogging into the field arms raised in the air, pointing towards the crowd you were hidden in. He waved his hand mindlessly, eyes scanning the ocean of screaming schoolmates and “fangirls.” His gaze finally fell on you, and his face lit up, bringing a pink haze to your cheeks as he blew a kiss in your direction. The girls sat beside you screamed out, pretending to catch his kiss and sending one back. 

You and Tom decided to keep your relationship under covers, due to the overly obsessive “fangirls.” Both of you knew it would be the best option to keep you safe. If you were ever injured or threatened by one of his “fangirls,” Tom wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. 

Tom held the leather ball in the crook of his arm, with the other pushing his way through the attacking team. Calculating his success, he dove into a touchdown, scoring him and his team the winning point. 

The anticipating crowd jumped up, cheering loudly and hugging one another, whereas the visitor team’s crowd let out a loud, mutual sigh of disappointment. 

You jumped out of your seat, screaming out your lungs as you stared, wide-eyed, at your beaming boyfriend. His teammates had lifted him into the air, tossing him about. You giggled as he caught your eye, slyly winking at you. 

Lost in your own world, you almost ran down to where Tom was before you saw a hoard of girls jumping and reaching their arms out to grab at him. Frowning, you walked away from the crowd to retreat to the warmth of Tom’s car. 

You scrolled through the collection of images you and Tom had had together, warmly smiling at the memories. You let out a breathy laugh, selecting on one specific memory: Tom’s head laid on your lap, eyes shut, and lips puckered lightly as he let out even breaths. 

The car door beside you opened, shaking you out of your train of thought. 

“Hey,” your eyes were met with the blue pupils you weren’t expecting. 

“Haz?” You looked behind him, hoping to find your beloved boyfriend. 

“Tom — um — he told me to drive you back to the dorms, said he would be heading to the celebratory party,” Harrison explained, eyes shaking with concern and sympathy. 

“Oh, I understand,” your smile not quite making it to your eyes.

“He was being hoarded by his,” Haz hesitates, “fangirls. He didn’t want you to get involved.”

“It’s all good, Hazzy. No need to worry about me,” you let out a feigned laugh. 

You stepped into the warm building, waving Harrison goodbye. Another football victory, same schedule. 

You go to Tom’s game to support and cheer him on, Tom wins, you avoid him, Tom’s “fangirls” hoard him, you wait in Tom’s car, Harrison comes instead of Tom, Harrison brings you back to your dorm while Tom goes to his party, you fall asleep in your own arms: the ‘Tom’s football victory’ schedule, named and created by you. 

To say the least, you weren’t fond of the last half of the schedule. You always were left alone to celebrate Tom’s victory on your own, while Tom was doing who-knows-what at the afterparty. 

In full honesty, you were slowly growing tired of hiding your affection for one another. You didn’t know how much longer you could hold onto this style of dating. If the pair of you were going to date, you would date publicly and however you wanted, whether it meant risking your safety or not. Besides, you weren’t some helpless girl that doesn’t and can’t protect herself.

The next day, you woke up with an aching head and puffy eyes. Groaning, you looked into your mirror located at the corner of your room. You flinched at the sight of your pink, tear-stained cheeks and tangled, mop hair. Pushing yourself off the soft mattress, you stumbled into your bathroom, prepping a warm shower to start your day off fresh.

With your laptop and notebook resting in your arms, against your chest, you made your way to your next lecture. You walked sluggishly across the large campus, occasionally catching a glimpse of passing football team members. 

A specific group you walked past caught your attention. You saw the familiar brunette curls in your peripheral vision, immediately making you turn your gaze towards it. You saw his warm smile as he chuckled with his group of friends, some of his “fangirls” giggling along with the group. 

There Tom stood, laughing and joking about with his peers, radiating happiness. He was basking in the attention he received from his friends and “fans.” 

You tried to catch his eye, and you swore you did for a split second, but he only walked past you as if you weren’t even there. Not even a hidden smile or wink of acknowledgment was sent your way. 

Your walking came to a stop as you frowned at your boyfriend’s back. You wanted to shout out his name, call for his attention. You wanted to nuzzle into his chest, breathing in his scent. You wanted to look into his chocolate-pooled eyes, see the twinkle of adoration as he stared at you. Nevertheless, you couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything with Tom in public, for you were just another girl on campus, trying to get by, and Tom was the successful jock with a bright future ahead.

You walked into the large room, taking a seat, conveniently, in front of Tom. This time, you were the one to not spare him a single glance, albeit he probably wasn’t expecting or looking for one. 

You tried your best to listen and focus on the lecture, but the consistent whispers behind your back began to nag at your patience. You leaned your down further into your notes, as if it could fix the slowly kindling fire in you. Checking the clock, you saw that only five minutes of the lecture had passed, and your professor had barely said anything. 

“Five minutes? I swear it felt like half of the lecture had gone by. And the professor. I swear he had just said like tons of important information,” you muttered to yourself under your breath, catching a few students’ gazes. 

You gently pounded a fist into your temple, forcing your attention onto the lined sheets of paper on your desk. You expected to see notes, not illegible scribbles. You silently groaned, switching the sheet for a new, clean page. You took a deep breath and began jotting down the key points of the presentation that was being projected onto the large whiteboard. 

A feminine voice cleared their throat beside you, “Excuse me.”

You looked up from your work, a glare on your face as you were pulled out of your focus once again.

“Can I help you?” You asked, irritated. 

“Uh, yes, you can. You can help me by moving yourself to that seat over there,” she pointed at an empty seat across the room, “and giving this,” she placed her hand on the desk, atop you notes, “seat to me.”

You scoffed, “And why should I?”

“Oh, honey,” you cringed at the nickname, “Tommy, here,” she nodded towards Tom, “shouldn’t have to suffer by looking at your terrible hair. Like, honestly, do you even care for your looks?”

You were practically fuming in your seat, but to avoid trouble, you responded with a monotonous voice, “I’m sure “Tommy” can take care of himself. Spare us both the inconvenience, and go sit yourself on that empty seat because if you couldn’t tell, I’m occupying this spot.”

“Who do you think you are?” She shouted, hand crumpling your notes.

Furrowing your brows, you grabbed at your notes, hoping to spare them.

“Move your ugly ass before I kick you off this seat,” she threatened, pulling you by your hair.

The professor stopped talking, glaring at the pair of you. You took it as a sign to shut up and not fight back.

Fist clenching, nails creating red crescents in your palm, you stood up, pushing the girl off of you, ignoring her gasp. You grabbed your notes and laptop, turning to see if Tom would defend you, but when you saw his passive expression, you let out a quiet laugh of disappointment, carrying yourself to the back of the room. 

For the rest of the class, you stood in the back, writing your notes with blurry, tear-filled vision. Although you were still in shock due to the event that had unfolded minutes into the lecture, you wouldn’t let it falter how you were doing in school. 

As soon as you were dismissed, you bolted out of the room, heading to your safe haven on campus. 

Not many people, if any, knew about the hidden garden located within the campus’s vast park. You had only discovered it by accident when you were a freshman looking for your way around campus. 

The first thought you had when you walked in was that you were transported into a different dimension. Thinking back on it, you were naive to think that, but you were still justified. Anyone would think such a beautiful place couldn’t belong to the aggressivity and rashness of this world. The variant shades of light green and pastel pink flowers growing between the weeds of grass gave the place a heavenly feeling, followed by the mist that sparkled under the sunlight. 

You dropped yourself at the thick tree’s stump, letting your notes and laptop slip out of your grasp. You cried into your knees, pouring out all of your stresses. Your breaths were short and heaved, occasional hiccups bubbling from your lips. Your sobs slowly lulled you closer to sleep, emotional and physical fatigue catching up to you. That is, until you heard the recognizable clang of the door handle hitting against the wooden door.

“Darling,” the accented voice you longed to hear spoke up.

Quickly wiping away your tears and sniffling away any evidence of your sorrow, you stood up, “Tommy!” A feigned smile lay on your supple skin as you ran over to your boyfriend, embracing him in your arms, “What’s up?”

“Are you alright? I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for you during class. I should’ve told that girl to get her hands off you,” he stroked your hair, “She didn’t hurt you, did she?” 

Letting a pained giggle out, you shook your head, “Nope, I’m fine. You know how strong I am.”

“I really, really did want to speak up, but you know that we should keep our relationship under covers, for your sake,” he spoke gently, placing a kiss on your head.

You scowled into his shirt but kept up your cheerful facade, chirping, “Mhm, safety.”

“I knew you’d understand,” he sighed. His hold on you weakened, “I should get going, though. The group will start to wonder where I’ve gone.”

You frowned, pulling away from him.

“Don’t be like that, darling,” he cooed, “I’ll come over tonight. Don’t worry.”

You let out a sarcastic laugh, “Of course, as you always do.”

His brows furrowed at your sudden mood shift, “What are you on, darling?”

“Oh, nothing,” you chirp, hopping back to the tree, collecting your notes and laptop. “Go ahead, meet with your friends. Leave me behind like you always do,” you murmur the last half.

“Love?” His voice neared you, and you barely registered the stray tears betraying you, rolling down your peachy cheeks. 

Quickly bringing up a hand to wipe the wetness away, you keep your back facing Tom.

“Shouldn’t you be going? Don’t want your friends to worry,” you laughed, lightly. A hand placed itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact startling you. “You scared me, Tommy. You shouldn’t do that,” you giggle, hiding your true emotions, “You know how easily scared I am.”

“Darling, can you look at me?” He asked, quietly, concern lacing his tone. 

“What for, Tommy?” You inquired, nervously laughing.

“You’re acting quite… strange,” he explained.

“No need to worry about me, bubs. I’m as peachy as always,” you quipped, shoulders bouncing in emphasis.

“I’m giving you one more chance to turn, or I will do it for you,” he said, sternly. 

You stayed, unmoving, forcing Tom to turn you with his raw strength. At first, you tried to fight it, but you came to the revelation that there was no way you could overpower him.

When you met his warm, liquid eyes, you felt your own tear up, and suddenly, your shoes were an intriguing sight. 

“Baby, please look at me,” he whispered, hands rubbing up and down your arms.

You shook your head in denial, trying to keep your weakness hidden.

“It breaks me to see you this way,” he lifted your face with a finger to your chin. His thumb moved to wipe away your crystal tears.

“Then leave,” you hissed, weakly.

“W-What?” Tom stuttered at the unforeseen reply.

“I’m tired, Tom. I’m tired of hiding, of you ignoring me and me, you. How long are we going to do this? It’s so stupid, all of it,” you dropped your head again, this time of fatigue.

“B-But, you know why we’re doing this-” you cut him off.

“I know, and I can’t help but think that this was a stupid choice,” you motioned between the two of you, “You’re barely around me, and on campus, you don’t even acknowledge me. On the slim chance I do have you to myself, it can only last for so long. At this point, it feels like we’re not even together.”

“I-I don’t understand. What are you trying to say?” Fear filled his eyes as the pit in his stomach became more and more noticeable.

“I think it would be better if-” you stuttered in a breath, “if we took a break.”

“Why? Just because we’re hiding our relationship? You know why I- we chose to keep it secret,” he rushed out his words, hands gripping yours.

“Do I? Do I really? Today was display enough that even though we act like we don’t know each other, I’ll still get harassed by those “fans” of yours. Not to mention, you saw it all unravel, and what did you do? Nothing. There’s no practicality to keeping our relationship hidden because either way, some “fans” will go overboard no matter who the person. Also, I think I showed that I can defend myself from crazy people when I pushed that girl off of me today,” you spoke, ferocity and resentment spurring you on.

“I know I messed up when I didn’t help you, but I thought about our relationship-” you scoffed.

“So what? Even if we weren’t in a relationship, you should’ve helped a girl out. Especially when she’s getting harassed because of you,” you jabbed a finger into his chest.

“Tell me how to make it better. I want to make it better. Don’t end us, please,” he begged, gripping your hand tighter.

“Stop, Tom. I told you that I want to take a break. Besides, it won’t be any different to how our normal relationship is,” you laughed. Pulling your arm out of his grasp, you walked away, “Now, I won’t have to waste any tears on you anymore.”