Is This Seat Taken

is this seat taken

a/n: oof i’ll make a part 2 later... sorry if i haven’t been updating as much, i’ve been reading a series of books and i’m trying to get through them as fast as possible... also having a big writers/imagination block right now,,, fOcK

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: sort of sexual, tom is a perv

masterlist                     prompt list

pt.1 | pt.2

You entered the massive classroom, earbuds drowning out the chattering of the other students. You found a table for yourself and placed your bag on the seat beside you. Already knowing the assignment, you traveled over to the supply table, grabbing your desired colors of acrylic paints, a paintbrush, and a piece of acrylic paper. Placing them onto your table, you moved to the sink, filling a tin with water to clean your brush. 

You thoroughly enjoyed art. It was your best subject and you’d taken interest in it ever since you were 5, although your works then were meager. 

With your earbuds still in, you began to start your painting of the landscape of a frozen lake and the sun setting. You began with a light base of white paint before starting with the light blue to represent the lake. 

You’d been calmly stroking your canvas when the door burst open and a group of fraternity boys piled in. They were gossiping loudly, loud enough for you to hear even through your blasting music. The frat leader, Tom Holland, stood at the front, winking and biting his lips as girls looked at him. The only reason they took art was because they believed it was an easy A, though you were quite surprised that they even came to class.

Rolling your eyes, you turned the volume of your music even higher in attempt to block out their hoots. To your dismay, they decided to sit at your table. Most sat across of you, while some followed Tom. 

You felt a a light tapping on your shoulder, and irritably, you pulled out your earbud, “Can I help you?”

“This seat taken?” The boy looked at you, one hand tucked into his pocket as he leaned against the table.

Looking at him with disbelief, you asked, “Yeah, it is actually.”

“Really? I don’t see anybody sitting here or coming to claim it,” he looked around the classroom.

“As you can see, my bag is actually reserving that seat, so I’m sure you can sit somewhere else. This room is quite big, you’ll find a seat,” you turned away from him and plugged your ears with the loose earbuds, ending the conversation.

The brunette and his posy laughed, ignoring your what you had just said. He moved your bag off the seat, sat down, and let the bag rest in his lap instead.

You obviously noticed this and rolled your eyes. You told yourself to ignore it, knowing that he would move away if you paid him no mind. You continued your painting, giving it your full attention to the point of standing up and tucking the chair away.

Your ass was now jutting out, as you were bent over, and you noticed Tom had finally moved. Where to, you didn’t know, until you felt someone pressing against you from behind. They were attempting to walk past you, but seemed to be adding lots of pressure against you. This person was taking their sweet time and you weren’t taking any of it.

You straightened, pulling out your earbuds and turning to see Tom behind you, “Excuse you,” you glared.

“Yes, darling?” Him and his friends were grinning and sniggering beside you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He blinked at you innocently.

“What you were just doing. That was highly inappropriate,” you huffed angrily.

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was just trying to get past you.”

“You could’ve gone another way. If you couldn’t tell, I was concentrating,” you snapped.

HIs friends started chuckling, mocking you. You shot them a sharp glare, shutting them all up. Luckily, before Tom began talking, the bell rang. You let out a sigh of relief when the frat boys started leaving. Tom, on the other hand, stayed.

“What are you still here for?” You began cleaning up the surface, not in any rush.

“Here,” he handed you a paper, “party on Friday. Call me if you have any questions,” he kissed the back of your hand, winking at you before escorting himself out.

You blushed and felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. The back of your hand was tingling where he had kissed you. You looked at the paper and the address and phone number scrawled on it. You started giggling. Hiding it in your fist, you stopped the fit of laughter coming out of your mouth and face-palmed, ashamed you felt the way you did.

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

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

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

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’her’)

masterlist                     prompt list

9. “You’re in love with her.”

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

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

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

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

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

“What’s so obvious?”

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

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

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re still going on your date?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blushed, hiding your face in your hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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