Tom Holland X Y/n Fic - Tumblr Posts

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warnings: fluff-ish, cursing, slight mention of sex

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“Hey, Y/N, darling,” Tom grinned.

“Yes, Tommy?” You hummed in response.

He quietly, but quickly, chuckled.

“You know, my dick should have a warning sign on it,” your eyes widened, then glared at him.

“What should that sign say, hm?”

“It should say ‘choking hazard,’” Tom placed his hand on his stomach and began to burst out in laughter.

“Isn’t that the label for small objects?” Now it was your turn to laugh.

Tom looked at you, putting on his cute pout and puppy eyes, but you still couldn’t stop laughing.

After you had ended your laughing fit, the two of you had a little fun ;)

stay with me, please

warnings: SELF-HARM, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, mention of death, depression, language

a/n: please do NOT read this if you are sensitive on the topics in listed above. I do not support the topics. if you feel alone, call the suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255. please remember that you are loved, and when times get tough, it’s just a rough patch in your life, but it’ll be over with soon. look on the bright side of things. treat yourself with love and care. i love you all ♡

*i personally have never had an experience on this topic, but a very close friend of mine has, she took therapy and is better than ever now. feel free to talk to me by clicking ‘ask me anything.’ i myself have suffered from depression. i tried to cut myself and was only able to cut my fingertip. i have a habit of not eating a lot of food and trying to stay quiet, not to attract attention to myself. nobody knows about it, not even my family or close friends. i know it’ll get better. i will make a post just on this because i’ve typed too much of this on my lil’ fic here, which have more parts to come, so enjoy!*

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pt.1 | pt. 2

Tears fell from your eyes as you looked at your wrist. The razor blade was lodged into your arm, causing the red, warm, liquid rapidly spill out. You kept going until it was 8 cuts.

The bathroom floor had patches of blood covering it, but most of the blood made it into the sink. You used a hand cloth to wipe up all the red stains and washed the cloth in the sink. You made sure there weren’t any red spots left in the sink, and continued on to prepare a bath.

You slowly sank into the warm water, the blood from your arms colouring the water red. As you sat there, the tears flowing down your cheeks slowly started to come to a halt.

Then, you heard the familiar sound of your front door opening, “Darling? Are you home?”

In a rush, you stood up and out of the bathtub, and drained it. You washed it over twice to make sure there was no more opaque, red, liquid floating in the tub.

He must’ve heard the water run because the next thing you knew, he was opening the bathroom door.

Luckily, you already had slipped on his hoodie, covering your somewhat bloody scars.

“H-Hey, Tommy. You’re back early.” You stuttered, still uneasy from earlier.

“Y/N, darling, I’ve missed you! I came back to surprise you!” Tom shone, the smile on his face widens.

“What’re you doing in the bathroom?” He questioned, looking confused.

“I was just, um, taking a bath.” You excused.

“In the middle of the day?” Tom connected eyes with you, trying to break through your protective shield. You noticed his motives, and quickly look away.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with taking a nice, warm, bath in the middle of the day?” You falsely giggled.

“But, you said that taking baths in the afternoon was dumb?” Tom tried to remember.

You bite the inside of your mouth, silently cursing yourself out because you did tell him that before.

“Just was tired, let it go?” You sighed. He could feel the tension, so he let it go.

For the following weeks, you continued to cut, while Tom started to notice the loss of energy you’d have when he came back. He also started to notice the small things, like you had had a hard time falling asleep, or you would always wear his hoodies or your long-sleeved clothing items.

One day, Tom woke up to the great smell of eggs and toast coming from the first floor.

“Love?” He walked down the stairs. To his surprise, he saw you making his favourite breakfast meal. “What’re you doing?” A smile flashed across his fatigued face.

“What d’you think, you doofus?” Your giggle was fake. If only he knew that this was his last breakfast with you.

You placed the toast and eggs onto the white plate, handing it to him. Then, you poured him a cup of coffee to enjoy with his “extravagant” breakfast. You ate the leftover eggs and drank some coffee.

“I gotta go, love, but I’ll be back later,” He kissed your forehead. You took in his affection while you could.

“Tom,” You called out before he could leave the flat, “I love you,” You quickly, or tried to, walk over to him and give him the most passionate kiss you could.

“I love you, too, darling,” He chuckled.

“Bye,” You smiled and waved.

“Bye, love,” He rolled his beautiful, brown eyes.

Tom found your actions weird since you hadn’t been this affectionate ever, especially for the past few weeks, but he ignored his suspicions, and happily drove to work.

Once he was out of your sight, you ran, the fastest you’ve ever been, up the stairs, and into the bathroom. You pulled out the large blade and started cutting large, deep, cuts into yourself. Every place you could possibly cut, you cut. You were so numb from the pain, you didn’t feel the impact when you fell to the cold, tiled, floor.

“Y/N? Darling? Where are you? I forgot my phone here. Could you grab it from the room?” Tom’s voice rang through your ears.

No! He can’t be back. No! Go away, Tom! Please.

“Babe? Where are you?” You could hear his heavy footsteps rushing up the staircase.

Please don’t come in here, please don’t come in here, please don’t come in here.

Tom pushed the door open, practically running to my side.

“Y/N? Love? Are you there? Please respond!” He shouted, tears rapidly falling from his eyes.

I caused him pain.

“Stay with me! I love you, Y/N.” His voice cracked.

“Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance! M-My girlfriend. She’s dying. She cut herself and the blood won’t stop coming out. She’s becoming pale! Please hurry!” He sobs into the phone.

“Stay with me, please. I love you,” He kissed your forehead. Then, darkness.

The faint sounds of the ambulance sirens vibrated through your head. Then, you heard Tom’s voice.

“Don’t go, baby, please don’t,” His voice was quivering.

“I love you, so many people love you. Please stay.” Tom’s hand tightens around yours.

Lies. Nobody loves me. No one will. No one has. I’m alone.

i don’t even know you anymore

warnings: angst (my personal favourite), yelling, cursing, fluff at the end, breakup, heartbreak, the casual angst, mentions of depression

a/n: might turn into a series (?)

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You haven’t received a single call or text for the past month. You were sad and worried, yet mad that he didn’t care to answer you. After he started filming Spider-Man: Far From Home and Avengers: Endgame, he slowly cut off all ties with you, except for your relationship. You weren’t even entirely sure if you guys were still a couple.

You were about to close your phone when you receive a call. The caller ID was Tom. You were in shock, but you were ecstatic that he called you, not the other way around. You contemplated if you would answer the call, or ignore him like he did you. You decided to answer because who knows, this could be a one chance opportunity.

“Hello? Tommy, baby?” You spoke into the receiver. A small static plays over the speaker.

“Tom? Are you there?” You were getting worried, until you heard the voice you’ve been longing to hear, “Hey, baby. You look so sexy right now. Can I get a piece of that?” You were confused, “What are you talking about? You can see me?” Then, the realization hit you, “Are you drunk? Is Haz with you? Who are you talking to?”

“Geez, calm down, baby. So many tresdrens, q-questions,” Tom hiccups.

“I’m not cheating on you. Don’t worry, just miss you.” You can hear the faint sound of a woman’s giggle in the background.

“Why are you calling me now? After I’ve been calling and texting you every day, you call me back when you’re drunk?” You sigh in agony. Tom only called because he was drunk. Of course.

“Also, I’ll be back home tomorrow, so see ya!” His cheery voice rings.

“Yeah, okay.” You hung up on him. He was finally coming back, but you didn’t know how to face him. You just needed a break from him. You couldn’t keep following after him, just to be pushed away. You’d be better off alone.

The next day, the door of the flat slowly creaked open, revealing a smiling Tom. His smile made your heart melt and shatter.

“Hey, Tom.” You said quietly.

“Hey, darling! I’m so glad to be back. I’m sorry I couldn’t come back earlier. Haz was being an arse and he didn’t tell Anthony or Joe that I wanted to come back home and see my angel. That div. I have to do everything by myself.” He embraces you tightly, pushing your head into his chest. You have to push him back to breathe. His hard muscles bulging out of his tight, white shirt.

“T-Tom?” You stuttered, afraid to break off your relationship.

“Hm?” He tilts his head to the side, giving you puppy dog eyes.

Just as you were about to tell him about the break, his phone started ringing. “Oh, sorry, love. I gotta take this.” He walks into the kitchen, leaving you with more time to think this through.

“I’m so sorry, love. The cast wants to go out to party while we have this break. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Tom tries to wrap his muscular arms around you, but you step back, “Don’t.” He looks at you with confusion flooding his features, “You don’t need to make anything up to me. I think we, or whatever this is, should take a break.” You take a step back, trying to avoid his desperate grabs, “What? Darling, whatever is happening, we can fix. I promise. I love you. Please don’t do this.” He begs.

“I didn’t do this, you did. I’ve been calling and texting you for weeks, yet you never answer. The only time you call me is when you’re drunk! Then, you come back and expect everything to be fine. Here’s the thing, Tom, it’s not!” You throw your arms in the air in frustration, “You’re always leaving me behind. I’m never the main priority, always the last. How do you think I feel, huh? I feel like I don’t even know you anymore!”

Tom’s eyes aren’t focused on you anymore. Small sniffles can be heard, followed by whimpers.

“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that I was doing all that. I thought you’d understand. With all my work, I just - I didn’t think you’d make such a big deal out of it. You know how strict working for Marvel can be.” He explains. His words were only excuses.

“You can pack your bags and leave, or I will.” You say sternly, looking into his chocolate brown eyes. With that, he walks into the room, his eyes drooping from the tears gathering in his eyes.

✧ ✧ ✧

It’s been a couple of months since you’ve seen Tom, in person of course. His career skyrocketed after you guys broke up. It was still painful for you to see his adorable face.

Tom never called, nor did he even beg to stay, he just left. His last words to you before he left the flat were, “I love you, darling. I hope you know that. I’m sorry I was oblivious to how you would feel. Just know, if you need anybody, you have my number.” With a kiss lightly placed to your forehead, he left.

The door was gently pulled into its stop. You dropped to your knees and started to sob. Loud cries and yelps were the only things that could be heard from your flat.

You had pushed away the one you loved.

That night, you fell asleep on the cold, hard, wooden floor of your once shared flat. Your life, from that point, became a mess. You stayed home all day long, binge-watched every movie you could (that Tom wasn’t in), and ate. Nobody could make you feel better. You became depressed.

Over the upcoming months, you got better and moved on. You learned to support Tom, even after the way he treated you. Occasionally, you would comment on his posts, “Good job, Tom! I’m so proud of how great you’ve become!” Or, “We should hang out sometime, I want to be friends again!” You’d always be nice with your comments. Whenever you saw hate on his account, you would always tell those haters to respect him and let him be.

The sun started to rise, the morning light shining through your silk curtains. You had gotten up early to go out for a morning jog. You jogged through your favourite park in London ━ it was the one you and Tom always went for a picnic date. You admired the greenery and flowers around you, causing you to accidentally bump into someone in front of you.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry.” You apologized, turning to look at the person ahead of you. Your eyes met those beautiful, deep, brown eyes.

“T-Tom?” You stepped back, confused, yet afraid of the figure in front of you.

It couldn’t be him. No, it can’t. No, no, no. Don’t backtrack Y/N. I’m over it. I’m over him.

“Hey, Y/N! How are you?” Tom’s smile still took your breath away.

“Great! How about you?” You lied. You were doing terrible. You just couldn’t believe that he was in front of you, after all these years.

“I’m doing amazing!”

You felt something soft and furry brush your leg. You looked down to see the beloved dog of his, Tessa. You haven’t seen her in such a long time. She still looked like an adorable pup.

“Hey, girl! How are you doing? Oh, you’re adorable! Aren’t you a cutie?” You started petting Tessa while she licked your face.

“Um, Y/N?” Tom scratched the back of his neck, “Would you like to go out to brunch with me? You don’t have to, I was just wondering. Don’t feel pressured to go if you don’t want to, though. You can always just reject me. As long as you’re comfortable,” He rambled nervously.

“Of course, Tom. I’d gladly go out to brunch with you,” You giggled. This made his face light up. His smile doubled and his eyes sparkled. He loves the sound of your laughs.

“Oh, really?! Yes! I mean, yeah, that’s great, amazing, fantastic,” He looked away, trying to avoid eye contact with you. Your finger is placed under his chin, moving his face to look at you. A smile is plastered across your face.

You guys walked together, with Tessa of course, and went out to brunch at the modern café in the park. It was your favourite café in London. You ordered avocado toast with a fried egg on top, and Tom ordered french toast with a cup of coffee. You sat on the patio of the café, enjoying the fresh breeze of the morning. You and Tom ate while making small talk.

“Y/N, darling,” Your heart fluttered at the pet name he used to always call you, “I know I left you, and I know I should’ve valued you while I had you, but I still love you, and I can’t stop. I’m not sure if you’ve gotten over me, but I promise, I still love you, so please, please, take me back. I’m sorry for how I treated you, but I’ve changed for the better. Please take me back. I still love you.” Tom held your hands gently.

You were shocked, speechless, even. You didn’t know how to reply. You still loved him, but he broke your heart. You didn’t know if he’d break it again. It took you such a long time to get better, would it be worth it to risk it all, again? He loves you, though. He told you that when he left, and months later, he’s telling you again, but he could be lying.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” You finally spoke.

Tom looked you in the eye, leaned forward, and passionately placed his lips on yours. It was sweet and soft, yet passionate and needy. You knew it was wrong, but you didn’t care. You love him and he loves you. You had to take him back. He was like your drug.

“Tom,” You sighed his name as you slowly, and painfully, pulled away, “I’ll take you back,” The corners of his lips raised, “But on one condition.” You told him.

“I’ll do anything, darling,” He begged.

“If you are bored with me, or whatever it is, don’t let me find out and break my heart, but tell me beforehand. You don’t understand how long and hard it was for me to get over you. It hurt,” You started tearing up at the memories. One of the tears were able to escape your eyes, and Tom used his finger to wipe it away, “I’m sorry, darling. I really am. I love you, and I’ll never do it again. Please don’t cry.” You looked down at the marble table, wiping your tears away with your hoodie.

Tom lifted your head with this finger and pulled you in for another kiss.

“I love you,” He said between the kiss.

“I love you, too,” You replied.

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T O M    H O L L A N D

B L U R B S / O N E - S H O T S

karma ☼ | tom makes a joke that doesn’t end in his favour

i don’t even know you anymore ✧ | your relationship with tom goes downhill, but will fate reignite this love?

insecure ✧ | self-consciousness can be a bitch sometimes, and when tom comes home, it has to act out

i didn’t do it ✧ ☼ ☆ | tom is left to supervise the Holland household, but something goes wrong

slurp ☼ | tom gets slurped

holiday friendliness ☼ | you are enjoying your day when you literally bump into tom (tom x male!reader)

english terms ☼ | tom uses english terminology during your family dinner, leaving you and your family confused

blessing ☼ ☆ | y/n gets locked out of the house naked and a perverted tom just happens to be there

mystery skater ☼ | tom is awestruck by a gorgeous mystery woman at the rink

dominance ☼ | y/n gets caught recording tom singing and tries to get her phone back

falling ✧ ☼ | tom goes through a harsh breakup with y/n and everything’s going downhill

sex playlist ☼ ☆ | y/n finds out about a little secret tom kept from her

the clouds ☼ | tom admires y/n in her peaceful state

shitty days ✧ ☼ | y/n isn’t feeling herself for a few days. all goes wrong for her

protective ✧ ☼ | y/n is tom’s sister and in a relationship with a clout chaser

late night cuddles ☼ | y/n has a nightmare and tommy is there to help her... with cuddles

why ☼ | tom comforts y/n through her the rise of skywalker depression 

pregnant ✧ ☼ | y/n holland has a pregnancy scare

quarantine ☼ | self-isolation with tommy boy

lover of mine ✧ ☼ | frat!tom took his relationship with y/n for granted, but can he fix it?

this is awkward ☼ ☆ | tom and y/n get caught mid-love making

trick shot fail ☼ | tom accidentally hurts y/n while practicing trick shots

cake ☼ | tom loves cakes, especially y/n’s

what do you want to eat ☼ | tom has a slight slip up and doesn’t realize he said he wanted to eat y/n

my fault ✧ ☼ | mob!tom leaves y/n alone at a party unprotected and she encounters a problem

15 months, wasted ✧ ☼ | y/n is cheated on by her former partner and goes to tom for comfort

i won’t say i’m in love ☼ | y/n learns to accept her feelings for tom after being heartbroken by another

man child ☼ | soft moments with y/n and soft!mob!child!tom

pillow talk ☼ | tom and y/n can’t sleep

cruel envy v.1 v.2 ✧ ☼ | fwb!tom fell in love with y/n even though it was against the rules *two different pov: ‘her’ and ‘you’* 

during conferences ☆ | mob!tom getting naughty during his meetings

irreplaceable ✧ ☼ | y/n accidentally break something of mob!tom’s and becomes worried that he’ll be mad at her

at peace ✧ | as a contract killer, y/n is trained to a high extent but what if it all goes wrong and her life comes crashing down

plank over me ☼ ☆ | y/n has an idea for tom and her to attempt but it takes a steamy turn *mild smut*

sweaty tease ☼ | after a hot day gardening, y/n needs to shower but tom wants cuddles

birthday sex ☆ | y/n surprises thomas with some morning birthday sex

taken for granted ✧ ☼ | y/n hears mob!tom talking about her behind her back and feels betrayed / hurt

in each other’s arms ☼ | y/n and tom were enemies ever since childhood. they get locked in a room together with no way out. cold and late at night, they have nothing to do but sleep

you lied angst ending fluff ending ✧ ☼ | mob!tom is kindest person y/n has ever met, but when it comes to tom’s job, he’s ruthless. y/n doesn’t know this, though. tom tried to prevent her from ever knowing, but one day... *alternate endings*

oral lesson ☆ | y/n leads tom through oral sex

missing him  ✧ | tom left to film cherry for 4 months and hasn’t contacted y/n, his girlfriend, since. she doesn’t react well to this *eventual fluff*

stay away from me ✧ | mob!tom’s horny ass takes any chance of a good fuck, sadly, it isn’t with you  

the worst of you ✧ | “give me the worst of you ‘cause i’ll want you anyway” in which you are in a toxic relationship with frat!tom

their suspicions ☼ | harry, haz, and tuwaine begin to notice a change between you and tom, so they come up with a plan. make tom jealous

the three words ✧ ☼ | fwb!tom let’s the three forbidden words i love you slip out in his state of euphoria and hurts his best friend, y/n

for the best ✧ | richkid!tom had a past relationship with a girl he was in love with. the love was mutual, but you came in a broke them apart. you begin to notice your faults and put tom ahead of you, although tom may not agree with this decision

cocky head ☆ | y/n and frat!tom are shoved in a closet together when tom “second head” needs release

fractured trust and broken friendships ✧ | to keep up his reputation, tom manipulates y/n, his best friend. one day, she runs late to school and overhears tom boasting about it *panic attack warning*

a stupid mistake ✧ ☼ | “This wasn’t an argument between to lovers anymore; it was an interrogation between a surprised victim and the devil.” mob!tom 

failed surprises ✧ ☼ | left alone for days, waiting for her mobster boyfriend to come back from his “business trip,” y/n loses contact with tom and worry overpowers her logic

skin ‘n teeth ☆ ✧ | “bite me” mob!tom x brat!reader

exam motivation drabble ☼ | 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. *destress blurb* 

two-for-one reward ☆ ☼ | hard work always pays off, and the reward always varies mob!tom 

her hidden crystal tears ✧ | 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? jock!tom 

let them flow ✧ ☼ | after the collapsing of an unhealthy relationship, each side begins to improve and thrive, one for the other, one for themselves. coincidentally, they meet at the same dreaded party that led to the breaking of their relationship. will this unfortunate series of events lead them to opportunity? (alt. ending to her hidden crystal tears) jock!tom

bilateral contracts ☆ ✧ | a relationship turned contract… or has the relationship always been a contract? no longer does it matter, just kiss and make break up koh!tom

M U L T I - C H A P T E R

stay with me, please pt.1 pt.2 ✧ | tom doesn’t know his girlfriend had depression ever since she was a child, until one day something goes terribly wrong *suicide warning*

moonlight pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 ✧ | the king of hell ignores his significant other for weeks and is caught flirting with other girls, how will y/n react? *indefinite hiatus*

admitting pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 ☼ | enemies to lovers!tom falls for the girl that he despises and that despises him, but he won’t admit it, to himself or her *hiatus*

laundry day pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ ☆ | y/n has a shitty day and goes to the library in very skimpy clothes because it’s laundry day *eventual smut*

is this seat taken pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ ☆ | y/n is just trying to enjoy her art class, but frat!tom has to come and ruin it *eventual smut*

cheesy spoilers pt.1 pt.2  ☼ | tom can’t help it when he spoils things, so spoiling his valentine’s gift isn’t a surprise

nothing can go wrong teaser pt.1 ✧ ☼ ☆ | “i have a proposition to make. get your tutor to fall in love with you.” *eventual smut* frat!fuckboy!tom x tutor!reader

the right decision pt.1 pt.2 ✧ | 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? prince!tom x princess!reader

her blood-stained bodysuit pt.1 pt.2 ✧ ☼ | 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? mob!tom x assassin!reader

I N C O R R E C T   Q U O T E S

jar of cookies ☆ | dirty joke 

ho ho, the mistletoe ☼ | tom being a shy baby 

blindfolds ☼ ☆ | y/n and tom being a kinky couple

sex is like math ☆ | math, but sexual

i want to be more ☼ | tom’s proposal

graduation reward ☆ | reward for graduating

P E T E R    P A R K E R

B L U R B S / O N E - S H O T S

getting to your head ☼ | y/n gets called a slut and peter’s there to comfort her

I N C O R R E C T   Q U O T E S

thicc bih ☼ | anthony stark and stephen strange concerned for their son

slurp

a/n: I don’t know what this is XD

warnings: fluff, cursing

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Tom sat on the front porch, staring into the vast, clouded mountains. He was in a relaxed state, euphoria enveloping him. What he didn’t realize was his beloved girlfriend leaning on the doorframe, admiring him from behind. Y/N would always stare at the scenery to calm herself, and after she moved in with Tom, he grew familiar with the habit and joined in.

Y/N quietly made her way over next to Tom, “Slurp.”

Tom jumped out of his daze, a hand placed on his chest, “Bloody hell, darling. You scared me.”

Y/N giggled, “Enjoying the view?”

Tom nods, “Now, I understand why you like to just sit here and stare out.”

Y/N places her head on Tom’s shoulder, relaxing into his warmth.

They sat together like that for hours until the dark started to take over.

the clouds ☁️

a/n: I’m back from my short hiatus :)) still hooked on tros but felt bad for not posting, so here we go ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

warnings: small mentions of depression, fluff, daydreaming

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Y/N laid on the lush, green grass, with her arms tucked behind her head. Her Y/EC eyes focused onto the grey hued sky. The clouds were clumped together, hiding the usually bright blue sky.

In her concentration, she didn’t realize Tom was watching her. He leaned against the white doorframe, smiling at the peace of the moment. He could stand there, admiring her forever. Just the way her eyes light up when she’s looking at the clouds makes Tom’s heart melt.

Y/N had been in a tough time in her life and seeing her this relaxed made Tom happy. Depression was starting to take a toll on her yet again, and nothing Tom did could cheer her up.

Tom walked over to where Y/N laid, joining her in her position. Instinctively, Y/N snuggled into Tom’s warmth.

“Whatcha staring at, darling?” Tom asked, wrapping an arm around her.

“The clouds. I’ve been thinking, what’s it like up there? Just peace and quiet with no one to bug you about anything. I’d like that, would you?” Y/N kept her stare up at the sky.

“Well, it depends. If you like it, then I like it, beautiful.” A small, but noticeable smile stretches across her face.

“You know I love you, right, Tommy?” Y/N finally turns to look at Tom and away from the clouds.

“Of course, darling. And you know I love you, too, right?” She hums a ‘yes’ in response, and they lay there, snuggled together, staring at the never ending sea of clouds.

falling

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

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

anything between the ‘-‘ means flashback

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

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

-

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

“Tom-”

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

months later

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

Yet, there she stood.

“Y/N,” Tom said breathlessly.

“Hi, Tommy,” she smiled.

“W-What are you doing here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

"Tom! How you doin' mate?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

"No, Tommy," I whined.

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

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

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

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