Summary: For the past five years, you and Tom were comfortable raising your son together. Everything was fine, but as your lives take a turn; nothing seems to be the same.
Warnings: not much, mentions of Reader being a milf because she is, Reader kinda being slut shamed by other parents, mentions of kissing
Word Count: 4251
A/N: ITS FINALLY HERE!!!! I'm so happy to share the sequel to Strictly Business! I have been keeping this story to myself for a while and now you all can jump in on the fun of our favs! Enjoy! 💕💕💕
Disclaimer: The moodboard doesn't represent what Reader looks like, it's simply my own personal interpretation of her for a visual of the fic. I don't specify on physical appearance in my writing so it can be inclusive and anyone can read it.
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“We can’t infiltrate them, Tom,” you sighed, pulling into the school’s parking lot. “The buyers are already on your ass when you canceled on them last week,” you rolled your eyes, trying to find a parking spot.
You knew Tom was a bit stressed lately. Well, he’s always stressed, but this time his new buyers have been stubborn, pain-in-the-asses and he was itching to do anything at this point.
“And why did I cancel on them?” you heard the way his voice rang an octave higher. You rolled your eyes again at his implication that the cancelation was your fault. Although you gave him the benefit of the doubt, hearing him file through paperwork, a heavy sigh passed his lips, telling you he’d much rather be with you than stuck in his office.
“I was giving our kid a bath, can’t blame me for that,” you shrugged, putting the car in park before you grabbed your phone and made your way out of the car, your heels clicking against the pavement.
“Fair,” he said, thumbing his fingers on his desk while he leaned back in his chair, taking a small break. “Is Teddy there?” he asked, you could practically sense his impatience as he waited for his son and you to come home.
“He’ll be out in a few minutes, we’ll be home soon,” you grinned before hanging up.
Waiting patiently for the students to file out of the school, you stood alone while all the other parents stood together in their cliques. It got awkward sometimes, the mothers mainly giving you glares and the fathers ogling at you.
You never understood why. Tom always said it was because they were jealous of you. But that only made you laugh, brushing his assumption off.
Either way, it felt like high school all over again.
But you told yourself it was only one day out of the week you had to come alone; Tom’s busy days being Friday’s. Which happens to be today.
Hearing the school bell ring, you smiled as you bent down, awaiting your four-year-old son. You saw all the little kids run to their parents, their excitement radiating in their faces. Searching for your boy, you smiled when you caught sight of a little mop of curly hair; his face lighting up when he sees you.
“Mommy!” he jumped into your embrace, his face hiding into the crook of your neck while you hugged him tightly.
“Oh, my baby boy,” you pressed a kiss to the top of his head, running your fingers over his curls. “How was school?” you held him in place while he pulled away, a big smile adorning his features.
“I made a drawing,” he gestured to the piece of paper he held against his chest, concealing the work of art he created today in class.
“Can I see it, Teddy?” you placed your hands on his arms to see, but he shook his head.
“Where’s Daddy?” he asked, implying he only wanted to show it to the two of you at the same time.
“Daddy’s wrapping up some work,” you answered, standing up before you led him to the car. “But he’ll be done by the time we get home, okay?” you smiled down at him, his tiny body hugged against your side.
“Okay, Mommy,” he jumped into the backseat. You didn’t even get a chance to help him, he was currently going through his “I’m a big boy phase”.
They grow up too fast.
~~~~~
Sitting in his car seat, his tiny legs were flaring about. His anticipation grew with each street you passed, the boy already knowing the way home.
Theo was always a well-behaved child. You and Tom felt like you lucked out with him. Although sometimes he got a little mischievous and rambunctious whenever he was with his dad or the guys.
“Daddy!” Theo ran past you the moment you opened the door, his little feet carrying him towards the kitchen where he just knew Tom would be there.
“Teddy, c’mere little guy,” Tom picked up the boy, peppering his face with kisses before he turned him upside down, Theo laughing. “I missed you, did you know that?” he laughed through his little fits of giggles before he set him down on the counter, Tom fixing Theo’s hair.
Tom passed you a smile as you made your way to the two of them. Your nose nuzzling into Theo’s hair.
“Look I made a drawing,” Theo held the paper in his hands, allowing both you and Tom to see.
It was a scribbled crayon drawing of what looked like you, Tom, Theo, Tom’s parents and brothers, Tuwaine, Haz, Matt, and Tessa. Your heart warmed at it, seeing as this was Theo’s first drawing of you all together.
“You and Mommy are kissing,” he pointed his little finger towards you and Tom’s drawn mouths interlocking, hearts floating above your heads.
The two of you both tensed.
Lately, Theo has been implying that you and Tom should act more like “other kids’ parents”. In other words, he wanted you to be together; romantically.
“Why did you draw us like that, bud?” Tom asked, knowing you and him haven’t kissed in years, although he couldn’t help but feel his lips curve upward, eyes glancing at you for a split second.
“Other kids’ parents kiss all the time, so you guys should too,” he explained like it was obvious, his head resting against Tom’s chest.
And there it is.
“Teddy, it’s a lovely drawing, we’ll hang it up on the fridge,” you changed the subject, grabbing his work of art and sticking it on the metal. You shook your head at the thought that even your son was wishing you and Tom were together.
First, it was his parents, but now it’s even Matt and the guys saying it. You didn’t know how much more of the pressure you could take. But you’ll do what you’ve always done- shrug it off, push your feelings way, way down.
“Y’know, I think so too,” Tom whispered low enough in his son’s ear so only they could hear, his eyes lingering on your turned back while you grabbed Theo’s snack.
What he would do to kiss you again.
~~~~~
Tom sighed as he tied his tie, fixing his appearance in the mirror before he made his way to his dresser to pick out a watch.
“Pick the gold one that Mommy got you for your birthday,” Theo spoke up from the bed, seeing his father having trouble choosing one.
“Thanks, Teddy,” Tom laughed, wrapping the gold band around his wrist and fastening it on.
“She loves that one, did you know Mommy loves you?” he brought up, fiddling with his legs while he played with his iPad at the same time.
Tom smiled at his comment, he knew that you loved him, but it was something about hearing it from his son that told him your love was obvious to others.
“I know, Mommy loves you too,” he walked over to his bed, running his hand over Theo’s hair.
“I know,” he said matter of factly. “But Mommy loves you in a way she doesn’t love me,” he sat up when he saw a confused look on Tom. “Like the kissing-type of love,” he elaborated, making Tom chuckle.
Tom could admit to himself that he was head over heels for you. He was madly in love. Each day passed and he always found a new reason to love you. But your whole situation was messy. He saw how content you were raising Theo together, the positions you held at work, and overall your lifestyle. He didn’t want to be the reason to mess that up.
“You really want Mommy and me to kiss, don’t you?” he tipped his head to the side, finding it humorous how much your son shipped the two of you together.
~~~~~
While coming down the stairs, dressed and ready for his gala, Tom carried Theo in his arms. The poor boy is sad to leave for his grandparents’ house tonight. But Tom was sure to reassure him by pressing a few kisses to the top of his head. Both walking out to the backyard.
“The bar is supposed to be on the other side,” Tom watched as you groaned, ordering the party planner to correct it before you moved onto the next task. “You think we ordered balloons?” you scoffed at no one, sending the delivery driver back, making sure to tip them for the inconvenience.
“Darling, you know we hired a party planner so you didn’t have to take on as much,” Tom came over to you, your attention was drawn to the child resting his head on his dad’s shoulder, his face solemn and you could tell he didn’t want to leave for the night.
“Yeah, well, sometimes things are best if you do them yourself,” you sighed before you noticed Theo making grabby hands at you. “C’mere, baby boy,” you cooed. Tom handed him over while he took your clipboard.
“Go get dressed, Harrison, and I will take care of everything,” he squeezed your shoulder before he led you to the door. “I bought you something, it’s on your bed,” he whispered, placing a kiss on your temple.
“Tom-,” you sighed, hating it whenever he bought you something, especially since they tend to be expensive.
“Go,” he urged you, Theo chuckling at his parents’ banter. “You’ll love it, I promise,” he reassured, keeping an eye on you as you made your way down the hall.
You let out a breath as you pulled Theo up, the two of you departing to your room with a sheepish smile on your face.
~~~~~
“Mommy, why can’t I stay?” Theo asked, sitting on your bed while he played with his teddy bear, watching as you did your makeup.
It was a habit of his to watch you and Tom get ready, whether it was Tom doing his hair or adding on accessories or in this case you doing your makeup. You and Tom didn’t mind though, it kept him occupied and usually this was around the time he liked to ask questions.
“It’s an adult party, Teddy, we’ve been over this,” you stated, brushing on some eyeshadow. “You’ll be with Nana and Poppa,” you explained, hoping he’ll be fine by the time they get here.
You heard him let out a tiny huff, the room falling into silence before he spoke up again.
“Do you love, Daddy?” he dropped the topic, moving onto the next. Sometimes it made you laugh at how easily he changed his mind to something else.
But what you didn’t know is that he was plotting this, recalling the conversation he had with Tom. While at the time he wasn’t too sure if you truly loved Tom in a “kissing way”, he now took his chance to confirm it.
“Of course I do, baby,” you said as you began to blend the shadow on your eyes.
“Like how Amy’s moms love each other?” he followed up, sitting on your bed now, more intrigued than ever. “In a kissing way?”
You set the brush down, studying your son through the mirror. The boy has been wondering about you and Tom’s relationship forever and now with the drawing he made the other day, it was kind of worrying you that he was setting an expectation for himself.
Nonetheless, your relationship was a confusing one at that, especially for the young child. You could sense that the love you and Tom have for each other wasn’t enough in his eyes.
“Maybe not in a kissing way, but we do,” you reassured him, beckoning him over.
He excitedly ran over to where you were, crawling into your lap before he watched as you did your makeup from up close.
“The most important thing is that we both love you, very much,” you hugged him, pulling him into your chest. “Okay?”
“Mhmm,” he nodded, handing you your brush back while you placed a loving kiss on his forehead, his actions repeating as he placed one to your temple as well.
“Wanna see if Nana and Poppa are here while I get changed?” you asked, letting him walk out the door before you shut it gently. You smiled, shaking your head as you let out a laugh before you turned your attention to the bed.
The gift Tom got you was a dress. It was the same color as the one you wore to the first gala you went to. The night he showed you the hidden little garden in the backyard. You smiled thinking how it’s been seven years.
You were just Tom’s assistant at the time and he was just your boss. But flash forward and now you’re raising a child together. Sure things were complicated, but right now it was enough for you and you hoped it was enough for Tom.
~~~~~
By the time Dom and Niki picked up Theo, the gala was in full swing, Tom already welcomed the guests. Now he was talking to the Downey’s, the husband and wife being very persistent in keeping the subject on him and you, never fraying away to Tom’s dismay.
“No wedding plans yet?” Robert raised a brow, chuckling when Tom let out a breath.
“I’m afraid not, but trust me, I’ve been working on it,” he teased, Susan cheering at his implication. “I’ll catch up with you two later, but, please enjoy yourselves,” he said, bidding them goodbye before he made his way to the guys.
“No sign of Y/N yet?” Tom asked as he approached them, his eyes darting around the backyard hoping to find you wearing that beautiful blue.
“Calm down, she’ll be down,” Harrison shook his head, earning a laugh from Harry and Tuwaine.
They all patted his back, helping him calm his nerves before Tuwaine handed him a drink. Which he was quick to down in an instant.
“Maybe she didn’t like the dress you bought her,” Tuwaine shrugged, getting in on the bit they’re playing- annoying Tom.
His comment only made him roll his eyes, he knew they were trying to get into his head. But he reminded himself that he knew you better than anyone.
“I know her taste, she’ll love it,” he defended, eyes going back to the back door before he turned around and got another drink.
It’s only been not even an hour since he’s seen you, yet he couldn’t wait to have you by his side again. All of a sudden, the gasps leaving his friends and brothers’ mouths made him turn around, instantly his eyes fell on you.
“Wow” were the words that left the guys’ mouths as you made your way through the patio door and to the five of them.
“You look utterly amazing, darling,” Tom complimented, bringing you close to his side, his hand resting above your waist.
“I’ll admit, you have amazing taste, Tom,” you referred to the silk blue dress you wore, the material hugging you perfectly.
“I don’t think it’s the dress, Y/N,” Harrison raised his brows, smirking against the mouth of the champagne glass before he walked away, leaving with the other four.
“What does he mean by that?” you turned to Tom, growing insecure.
“He means that you look incredible, the dress just amplifies that,” he tipped his head, the same way Theo does when he thinks something’s obvious. “You’re gorgeous,” he added, making your cheeks heat up this time.
“I’m not-” you tried to protest, but it now dawned on you that everyone’s eyes were on you. The men raking their gaze over your form and their wives growing jealous, it felt like pick-up all over again.
You’d never possibly imagine you were still lusted over after you had Theo. As much as you love your son, he left you with a lot of body image issues. Which was why you weren’t believing anything Tom was saying.
“Is this too much then?” you pulled away, wanting to hide realizing that maybe your dress wasn’t appropriate for a mother.
“I chose it specifically for this event and for you, it’s perfect,” he pulled you back, rubbing your arm to reassure you. “Now can I enjoy this wonderful gala you threw for me with you?” he walked the two of you alongside the pool.
“I guess,” you laughed, accepting the drink he handed you. “I did a pretty good job, didn’t I?” you mentally patted yourself on the back, a chuckle ringing from Tom.
“Of course, I wouldn't want anyone else to do this,” he smiled, taking a sip of his whiskey.
~~~~~
You smiled while you watched as Tom made conversation with a new business partner. It was amazing how he’s able to easily charm these “tough guys”. That was one of the many factors you loved about him.
“Miss L/N,” you heard your name called. “A pleasure to finally meet you,” a woman around your age greeted, your attention turning to her and away from Harrison and Tuwaine. “My name is Mona Saints,” she introduced herself.
“Oh, nice to meet you as well,” you furrowed your brows, forcing a smile as you did not remember her name on the list.
“I stopped by, wanting to meet the most notable woman in this type of business, I’m sure we’ll be working together in the future,” she tipped her head, flashing another smile before grabbing her drink and walking away.
Your gaze followed her as she walked away, trying to pinpoint where you’ve seen that blonde bob cut before. But you simply couldn’t remember.
“That was odd,” Tuwaine spoke up. “Never heard of a Mona Saints,” he shook his head, drinking his scotch.
“I think she’s a lawyer,” Harrison added, the three of you think.
“Could be,” you shrugged. “You boys want to go for a walk?” you offered, your arm looping with Haz’s and then Tuwaine’s.
They both agreed, leading you down the path to the garden while you made conversation with them. It was often you found yourself coming down here with Theo. At first, when he was a baby, the sound of the water running down the stream calmed him.
It was nice to learn that after you hadn’t slept in days. He even ran down here to look at the tadpoles or the butterflies. He especially loved the family of birds that lived in the tree. Three bluebirds, the mom, the dad, and their baby.
He always said it was you, Tom, and him. Which made your heart warm at the parallel.
“Theo’s birthday is coming up, what do you have in mind for the party?” Tuwaine asked.
“I think he wanted a pirate theme or a forest theme,” you recalled. “He changes his mind every week,” you laughed, taking a seat at one of the benches.
“Well we’re here to help out, can’t believe the little man is going to be five,” Harrison breathed out.
“Yeah, five years,” you nodded, blanking out a little bit.
Every year Theo’s birthday was brought up, it reminded you of Seb’s death. The flashback of the gunshot going off and Theo’s cries ringing in your ears.
You always shook it off, not wanting a bad memory to link with your son’s birthday. But terrible things seem to find their way back around.
~~~~~
You said goodbye to the last vendor as they loaded the truck, their check in hand. Once you closed the door, you made your way to the kitchen where Tom was finishing putting the leftovers away.
“How was the gala?” you asked Tom, taking one of the leftover macarons.
“It was amazing, I got a few leads which is perfect,” he nodded over to his work phone, closing the fridge before he grabbed a macaron himself. “Thanks again, darling,” he rubbed your lower back, kissing the top of your head.
“My pleasure, Tom,” you smiled, melting into his chest as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “Is this all the champagne left?” you asked, noticing the two bottles left on the countertop.
“Oh yeah, I was going to put them in the fridge downstairs, no more room left here,” he pointed to the fridge behind the two of you.
You nodded, grabbing onto them before an idea popped into your head.
“Theo isn’t going to be home until the middle of the day tomorrow,” you began, cocking a brow as you studied the label. “What if we open these bad boys and have a nice night to ourselves?” you suggested, smiling.
“You read my mind, darling,” he smirked, grabbing two glasses from the counter and the rest of the macarons.
~~~~~~
“Mhmm, is that strawberries and cream?” you guessed, the soft meringue cookie hitting your tongue and mixing with the cream inside. “I think this is my favorite so far,” you hummed, your mind dazed as you savor the flavor.
“It’s good, right?” he agreed, popping the other half into his mouth. “Okay,” he shifted on the couch, grabbing another. “Try this one,” he held it up to your mouth, your tongue sticking out exaggeratedly before you took a bite.
He watched as you pondered for a moment, your brows furrowing in thought before you chewed a bit more. He got lost in the way your face contorted, reminding him of all those nights you used to share. And the way his black tie wrapped around your eyes, truly made one of his fantasies come partially true.
“I’m getting a hint of blueberry,” you smacked your lips, pulling him out of his thoughts. “But also something tangy?” you pressed your tongue to the roof of your mouth. “I give up,” you shrugged, removing his tie as you blinked to get your eyes readjusted to the light.
You finally met his gaze, his lips curving upward as he held the tiny half of the blue-colored cookie.
“Blueberry cream cheese,” he stated, eating the rest of it. “Seven out of ten though,” he shrugged, licking his fingers before drinking some of his champagne.
You stifled a groan as you watched how he licked up the remaining crumbs of the macarons on his fingers. The way he used to do the same after he would touch you so intimately. He could go on for days, just tasting you.
You shook your head when you realized you were staring, a small smirk on his face when you made eye contact with him again. You quickly raised your glass, signaling for him to top you off. Laughter came out of your mouths when he accidentally poured a bit too much, bubbles spilling over the edge of the glass.
The two of you had made it through the two bottles of champagne, the bubbles getting to your head. It all began with some small banter here and there, but now admitting that you were drunk, both of your minds were loopy, nothing coherent.
Which led to a playful bet in which Tom didn’t believe you could guess any of the macaron flavors correctly while blindfolded.
It was a silly bet you made and now at this point, you couldn’t remember what his end of it was. Either way, you were full on a wonderful French dessert and bubbly alcohol and you were awake past nine. This was a win.
“I liked the raspberry ones, they go great with the champagne,” you commented, grabbing the last one before taking a sip.
“The coffee and salted caramel ones were amazing,” Tom grinned, reaching for his.
“You love anything coffee-flavored,” you snickered, giggling at him. He only shoved your knee playfully before he sat back against the couch, arm resting behind you.
“There’s one left, do you want to share?” he pointed to the lemon-flavored one on the tray. It sat right in the middle between the two of you.
“Sure,” you shrugged, watching as he held it up to your level.
You saw the way his eyes shined in a cocky way, his smirk written across his features told you what he wanted. Smiling devilishly, you leaned forward on all fours, your hand resting on his thigh for support, your faces were inches apart as you took a bite in the most seductive way you could possibly imagine before pulling away.
His gaze was locked on yours when you sat back down, tucking your legs underneath you. He enjoyed the last half, humming in content. As the room filled with silence, there was something in the air that you both could sense but couldn’t detect.
“Say, what did you win if you got half of the flavors right?” Tom questioned, recalling there was a bet in the first place, his head resting on the side against the back of the couch as he gazed at you.
You contemplated for a moment, a smirk rising on your face before you partially remembered your prize.
“A kiss.”
Now call it the alcohol, but the moment those two words left your mouth; he wrapped his arm around you as you pulled him down with you, your back resting on the couch. He used his other arm to hold himself up, the two of you engulfing in each other’s taste. Your hands holding onto his neck as your lips moved in sync in such a heated, passionate kiss.
It was messy, both of you frantic to touch each other. Neither of you cared though, as much as you would deny it, you both wanted this.
*18+ only; please do not consume if you are younger than 18 years old*
Warnings: slight dubcon, slight CNC, cheating, oral sex (f receiving), spitting kink, fuckboy!Tom if you squint, aftercare, implied round 2
*Please note that you are responsible for your own media consumption. If any of these warnings trigger you or make you uncomfortable, please do not read!*
Summary: Tom Holland is your boyfriend’s best friend who needs advice and you willingly accept the offer, along with the consequences.
Word Count: 1.5k
Notes: I originally wrote this thinking it was going to be a self-indulgent fic that won't see the light of day. But I ended up liking it so here we are now lol. As mentioned in the warnings, there are some darkish elements included in this fic! Please take caution before you proceed with reading! I even color-coded the section with dark themes in 'red' in case you prefer to skip over that part. A big thank you to @sparkledfirecracker and @give-me-a-moose for beta reading! Both of your suggestions and support mean the world to me (*^‿^*) I created the graphic, but I do not own the photos included.
You didn't just believe what you were doing was wrong. You knew it was wrong. Yet, you found yourself sprawled on the couch of the living room, with Tom Holland, your boyfriend’s best friend, in between your legs.
After Harrison kissed you goodbye for work, Tom had called you that morning to ask you about dating advice. In fact, you couldn't even call it dating advice; it was more like sex advice. You were surprised that he didn’t reach out to Harrison first, but after he explained how he needed a girl’s opinion, you willingly agreed to help him. Tom arrived within the hour and you led him to the couch where you would both talk.
Despite being in a happy and healthy relationship with Harrison, you admittedly had thoughts about Tom. Before the situation you currently ended up in, you never acted on them, but the thought of sleeping with Tom made you curious. However, those fantasies started to vacate your head space when Tom started going out with this one girl he met through another mutual friend. The green monster inside of you was unleashed and you tried to suppress it through more dates and rougher sex with Harrison. You were able to forget about Tom in the moment, but your mind crawled back to him the moment your boyfriend would pass out in exhaustion.
Once you and Tom were situated, he asked you to explain how to eat pussy since he will be going on another date later that night. For a while, you were able to describe it to him the best you could. All of that changed when Tom started inching closer to you, making you clench your legs together in excitement. You tried your hardest to ignore his hard on while you talked, but he cut you off midconversation to grab your hand and press it against his hardness. You wanted to pull your hand away, but the way his cock pulsed inside his jeans made you more hungry and curious for a feel.
“My dear, as much as I enjoy hearing you talk, I’d rather skip to the action,” Tom hinted with a wink. You finally drew your hand away from his lap, disgust plastered on your face.
“Excuse me?” You scoffed with your eyebrows knit together. “You are soooo crossing the line, Thomas! Besides, you asked for my help and I am doing exactly that!”
“Oh, don’t bullshit me! You may be wrapped around Harrison like a nice little bow, but I still see the way you look at me. I know you secretly want me, dear, and I want you too.”
“What about-”
“Don’t worry, that girl will never find out. We’ll go on our date, I’ll show her what you taught me, and the rest will write itself. As for Haz, he doesn’t need to know about any of this. In fact, he won’t know at all, right?” You were perplexed by the words he was saying. Were you really about to entangle yourself with the best friend of the man you loved? Before your mind could wander further, Tom cleared his throat waiting for your response. You sighed and nodded, causing Tom to grin wickedly.
“Good girl. Now, open your legs so I can practice what you taught me.”
Without further thought, you did what he asked as he situated himself in between your legs. Tom placed both of his hands on your thighs, trailing them up to your hot core. The heel of his palm rubbed up your slit, causing you to bite your lip.
“So obedient,” he commented, “are you this obedient with Haz hmm?” You could only muster up a whimper. He seemed to be satisfied with your response as he yanked your leggings off along with your panties. You revealed your glistening slit to your boyfriend’s best friend and he gulped hard enough for you to hear. Tom’s slim finger gathered your wetness together and he stuck it into his mouth, experimenting with your taste.
Your pussy throbbed as Tom smirked while licking your slickness off of his finger. You tried to relieve the tension growing inside you, but the minute Tom saw your hand reach down, his eyes grew dark. He swatted your hand away and pushed your legs open until your thighs were pressed against the cushions. Your legs cramped while being stretched past your limit, but the pain was immediately replaced with arousal the closer his face got to where you desperately wanted it.
Tom grunted, “As long as I am in between your legs, only I get to touch you.” Before you could process what he said, Tom’s tongue began attacking your pussy. You choked on a moan as he lazily lapped at your opening. For someone who has never eaten pussy, Tom surprisingly was not bad. You silently praised yourself for allowing yourself to help him in this time of need. He lifted his head, inhaling a breath of fresh air, studying your stunned expression.
“Am I doing okay?” Tom asked, reverting back to his shy demeanor. You couldn’t help but giggle at this shift in behavior. He was awfully cute by the way his brown eyes sparkled and his cheeks flushed from such an intimate act.
“Flick your tongue faster along the folds,” you asserted, “and don’t be afraid to use your lips.” Tom blushed with a bashful smile and continued to work his tongue over your entrance. He took your advice, dead set on pleasing you the same way he planned to please his partner later that night. Your heart sunk to your stomach thinking about how he was going to leave after making you cum only to make the next girl cum the same way you did. Those thoughts were ripped from your head space when Tom began gingerly sucking at your labia.
“Ohh, fuck, Tom, yesss!” You screamed, clutching onto his curly hair. You tugged on his hair, making him peer up past his eyelashes to gaze into yours. He moaned with your folds in between his puckered lips, sending vibrations from your pussy all the way up to the top of your spine.
“You like this baby girl? Is it good?” Tom drew figure eights into your pussy with the tip of his tongue. The pit of your stomach churned inside of you, indicating you were about to cum.
“Yes, s-so good. You’re so good. Don’t stop, Tom, p-please!” Your wails of pleasure egged Tom to lick and suck you to your release. You were so lost in the stimulation that you didn’t realize you were aggressively pulling him closer to your pussy by his delicate hair. Luckily, Tom didn’t mind, because he growled against you before spreading your legs further apart until your ass was lifted off the couch. It may have been an uncomfortable position to be in, but you could only focus on how hot it was being this exposed to Tom.
“Oh, baby, you taste too good for me to stop,” Tom muttered against your thigh before diving back into your pussy. His fingers dug into your thighs as he swirled his tongue around your swollen bud.
“Tom, please, I wanna cum!” You whined. “Please, make me cum!” Tom chuckled, his lips still latched around your button.
“I’ll make you cum, alright. Better than Haz ever has, that’s for fucking sure.” With that, Tom’s saliva dripped from his mouth onto your sensitive hole. He licked it back up and engulfed his lips around your throbbing clit. This time, he showed no mercy by sucking more vigorously and digging his strong hands into your thighs. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body crunched towards your center as that pit in your stomach burst like a supernova of carnal bliss. Tom gave a few kitten licks before releasing you from his moist mouth.
“You okay, baby girl?” Tom inquired with a sweet smile. You nodded and half smiled in exhaustion. He gently helped bring your legs down from his iron grip, causing you to wince from the sting in your muscles. He soothed you by massaging your legs and kissing the parts of your skin he dug into. A few minutes later, Tom’s phone buzzed from the coffee table. Picking it up, he stared down at the screen with a poker face.
“Fuck it,” he mumbled before typing a quick message and sending it. He tossed his phone to the floor and joined you on the couch.
“What was that about?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.
“I canceled that date. I am afraid you have ruined me, my dear.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, after getting a nice taste of you, I realized I don’t want to be doing this with anyone else. I mean I have always secretly wanted you, but Harrison is my best mate and he loves you.” He paused for a bit, allowing you to process his train of thought with him. “Is it wrong that I am thinking of your taste and how badly I want it again?” You felt butterflies in between your legs again and the corner of your mouth curved into a smirk.
“Not as wrong as how badly I want you to devour me and prove I’m the only girl you want.” Your words were enough encouragement for Tom to sink back down between your legs and prove you really were all he wanted.
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Summary: You've never liked the infamous Tom Holland, fuckboy off all fuckboys. He had almost every girl on campus in his grip, though he's always had had a special interest in you. One day a thing let to another and somehow one party turned into watching the notebook and the promise of a date.
Includes:
!!! making out, mention of sex.
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It was well known in your circle that you could not stand Thomas Holland, the leading member of the frat house. You've only actually talked to him a hand full of times but his overall vibe was enough to throw you off. Anytime you had even the smallest interaction with him you felt your blood boil, it was well known on campus he was a total fuckboy. You weren't even sure if you wanted to know what his body count was, scared of getting traumatised by the number.
You weren't that out going, sometimes you went to a party or small get together but most of the time you just locked yourself in your dorm and kept yourself away from society. When ever your friends did drag you to a party though Tom was always to be found making out with yet another girl. Making your hate for him only grow.
You weren't going home for holidays this year, the weather was so bad the coming up weeks that almost all transport were rather cancelled or a hell to travel with. After a little bit of communication with your family you all agreed that it was best if you spend your holiday on campus this year. Yeah it was a little sad but you loved your friends and they were all staying as well, two weeks with them sounded amazing. Plus they said there were going to be some pretty fun parties in those two weeks which you could 'absolutely not miss'.
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"I'm so excited you're finally coming along! I have to tell you that it is a party at the frat house though, but i'm sure it will be fun none the less!", of course she said it was going to be a frat part after you'd agree to come.
"I'm not sure Eloise, you know they're never that fun, at least not for me" you disagree.
"Y/n just because Tom will be there doesn't mean it's going to be shit" she tells you as she flops next to you on the sofa.
"It's not that, trust me he doesn't have that much of an affect on me. But I can't help having to throw up everytime I see him use another girl and that in combination with alcohol won't end well" you defend yourself.
"Than we just walk the opposite direction everytime he comes in our view okay? And if he is going to make another weird flirting attempt on you i'll simply chop his balls of" she shruggs.
"Honestly he'll probably be into that" you roll your eyes. You heard from loads of girls how kinky and dominant he was. Wouldn't suprise you if he was into some weird twisted shit. You would be lying to yourself if you said you'd never simply thought about the brunette in that way. You didn't actually want him to treat you like shit, just as he did with the other girls. But the talk around campus did make you curious. There were stories of girls who said Tom made them cum six times in a row, others said his dirty talk was so good they never got off with anyone else anymore. Those things would make anyone curious, right?
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"You see, we've been here for two hours and no sign of Tom anywhere" you friend giggles in your ear, slightly pissed already. You, Eloise and Tara were sitting at the kitchen island of the frat house. Tara was on the beer, Eloise on her usual cocktails and you had a couple of shots but weren't really downing any drink the moment. You weren't exactly sober but drunk would be a little bit of a exaggeration.
"Good for him, probably shagging some chick" you say shrugging your shoulders, showing that you didn't really care for him and his activities. Sometimes you hated how your friends would make comments about him all the time as if you were one of his obsessieve exes. On the other hand you couldn't really blame them, you were the one who used him as a excuse whenever you didn't want to go somewhere.
"That's in the frat house, i'm defenitly not going"
"Tom will be there right? Yea have fun you two"
"No I think it's better that I stay home, being around him will just ruin my mood"
You weren't sure why he bothered you so much. Yea he was a fuckboy but all the frat boys were and you had just played some beer pong with Bryan as if he was your best mate. Just something about the way Tom treated you made your skin crawl, he always flirted with you but never made a real move. Maybe it was because he knew if he did, you'd just reject him anyway. So he kept teasing you here and there but never fully went for it. But let's be honest he was the king of the place and you just another film major who didn't come out of her dorm and only had two friends. Why would he ever want you?
"Let's stop talking about him! I need some more drinks" you laugh, grabbing your friends by their arms and dragging them to the bar area.
"Can I get a bacardi mango with fanta please?" You ask the blonde guy behind the shift made bar, which was a table with a blanket over it and some chairs shoved behind.
"Sure my lady" he winks at you before starting to prepair your drink. Eloise and Tara order their drinks from the other blonde who immediately hands Tara another beer and starts making Eloise her usual cocktail.
"Well fancy seeing you here" a all too usual voice sounds from behind you. And to your pitty you are indeed met by some brown floppy hair with matching brown eyes.
"Thomas" you say, ignoring him further.
"Ah come on how many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that? It's Tom for you" he smirks, pushing against your arm playfully.
"Actually i'd like to stick with Thomas" you respond, as if it was perfectly timed the blonde handed you your drink. You thanked him before turning your back on Tom and walking away.
"You can't keep walking away from me forever you know" Tom's voice sounds from behind you, of course he was following you.
"Do you really have nothing better to do?" You whine turning around to face him once again.
You felt some what guilty being this mean to him, after all he had never been anything but kind to you. Cocky sure, but still kind. Though the annoyance you felt from his flirty fuckboy personality pissed you off too much to care about hurting his feelings.
"Oh come on I like talking to you! Why do you think i've tried starting a conversation multiple times this year but you just sass me off each time" he defends his motives. For a second you wanted to say sorry, finally give him a chance and have a proper conversation but it's Mr. Holland we're talking about. Of course he had to fuck it up.
"Don't get me wrong though, I like hard to get. They're the most challenging in bed" he laughed.
You rolled your eyes before walking away from him for the second time that night.
"Hey hey wait just kidding! I was kidding I promise, I don't talk to you to get you in bed. You're just different than the others, more mysterious I truly want to get to know you" he admits. His words make you stop in your tracks, they have sparked some interest in you.
"Okay i'll give you ten minutes to make me not hate you" you say wanting to see what he is up to. "Alright but not here", Tom grabs your hand after saying that and drags you upstairs. He skips a few doors before finally opening one.
The interior design inside the room was all black. From the bed frame to the waredrope and window frames, everything was dark. It looked cool though, and to your suprise it was tidy and smelled clean as well.
"This your room?" You ask taking a seat on the bed, if it were any other boy you would've asked first but to be honest you didn't give a shit about Tom's permission.
"Yeah it is, spare me the sexual remarks just came here cause it's silent" he says with a slight smirk on his face, already knowing you too well in that field.
"I wasn't going to..." you murmer softly, feeling caught.
Tom shakes his head with a smile on his face before diving on the bed next to you. The sudden pressure making you lift up in the air slightly.
"So what's your dream job?" He asks as he props his upper body up on his elbow, laying on his side. His question threw you off a little. Having a normal conversation with this man was something you never thought you would have. It felt weird, either way you decided to just answer him like anyone else would. You wanted to give him a actual chance after all, a chance to prove he could be more than just a asshole.
You sigh loudly as you stare at the ceiling in deep thoughts.
"Honestly i'm not sure yet, i'm studying film now which is cool but if i'm actually going to do anything with it is the question" you shrugg.
"That's cool though, which way would you want to go? For example i'm actually studying for the acting part but with film you can go so many ways" Tom responds.
"Yea I think if I actually get into film i'll become something like a director. I don't like the spotlight so defenitly something behind the scenes".
"Oi so you're shy?" There is a light smirk on Tom's face as he asks so.
"Well not mega shy, but a little socially awkward you can say" you admit.
"You know i'll just act like that's the reason why you always walk away from me" Tom jokes, knowing damn well what the actual reason is.
"We're not going to talk about that cause you will cry" you laugh making Tom give you a offended look.
"No I won't! I'm not that soft you know." He defends himself.
"Oh please I'd peg you for a mommy boy. Probably cried watching titanic which I did too so i'm not blaming you but ain't no way you're not a softie" you finish your words while playfully poking your finger into his chest.
"Pardon me Mrs, I did not cry while watching titanic and i'm defenitly not a mommys boy!", Tom starts sitting fully upright now so that he face level with you.
"Okay big boy, we're going to watch the notebook next week and if you cry you... you own me 20 bucks" you grin, liking a challenge.
"Alright, but if I don't cry you're going on a date with me" he smirks.
"Fine".
"Fine, give me your number so we can pick a day"
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"A what?" Eloise spat almost dropping her mug filled with her usual morning coffee.
"A date with Tom Holland? Are you mental, you've been hating on him for months!" Tara says her voice filled with disbelieve.
"It's not a date, we're just watching a movie. It's a bet!" You try to defend yourself.
"Sounds pretty much like a date to me" Eloise raises her eyebrows at you.
"Well I don't care what you two think" you roll your eyes playfully.
"Do you like him?" Tara asks.
"No, still don't like him but he isn't as bad as I thought. Of course still a fuckboy but our conversation was nice and he didn't act like a dick", you never thought there was going to be a day that you weren't shitting on the boy.
It was weird and fucking with your mind. You hated Tom...right? He had been so nice to you last night, after the bet he even made sure to bring you back to your friends and wish you a good night. You had always thought he was the type to kick girls out of their rooms and not care for their well being. He had proven the opposite to you.
+44 682018372
are you free this saturday? :)
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The message popped up as you were in your room, sitting on your bed just enjoying some alone time. It was Tuesday evening and you just had a long day of cleaning your dorm behind your back.
Yea I think I am! Took you a whole two days to text me back, forgot about me? 👀
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You quickly send the message before clicking on the contact to change his name.
Tom H
No no! I was just still flaber gasted how such a beautiful lady had given me her number ;)
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Oh god
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Cut the flirting, you won't feel so confident when ur crying over a love story this weekend
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Tom H
Shut up
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Tom H
I'll make sure the date is paint balling so you'll regret teasing me rn young lady
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Hahah how are you so sure i'm not the queen of paintballing? Take some pain relieve with u x
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Tom H
Thanks for the tip I will! A good date is always prepaired to help his girl out ;)
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Ur so funny mate.
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Tom H
Don't 'mate' me
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Shut up
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What time and where on saturday?
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Tom h
around six at night? My place as well, my mates have a party at the other frat, we'll be all alone.
(Want to make a sexual joke but feel like it won't be appreciated)
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Good choice to keep that joke to urself, see u saturday!
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"Welcome to the crib" Tom greats you in holding the door open for you.
"You know I would've picked you up, truly wouldn't have been a problem" he tells you as he closes the door again after you stepped in.
"It's a ten minute walk, I survived. But thanks" you give him a genuine smile for the fact he offered earlier over text.
"I don't think i've ever heard it be this quite in here" you admit walking into the living room.
"I know! Feels relaxing though, have you been to many parties here?" Tom asks you.
"No, about three. I like staying in more" you answer.
"You should come more often, they can be really fun" he tells you.
"You want a drink? Wait actually go sit down, i'll be right back", before you could say anything Tom had dissapeared into the kitchen.
You did as he said and made yourself comfortable on the sofa infront of the tv. Loads of sounds were coming from the kitchen making you wonder what he was up to, he'd been in there for at least five minutes now.
"Tom do you need help?" You yell.
"Nope! I'm good" he says back as he comes walking into the living room again. His hands loaded with bowls and flasks.
He starts putting some down on the table with a proud smile. There were bowls filled with different kind of chocolates and crisps, three different flasks of drinks and some sweets
"You came prepaired" you laugh grabbing a couple of drinks from his hands to help him out.
"Of course! The best for you" he winks, you chuckle at his cheekiness.
"Alright then is the notebook on netflix?" Tom asks as he starts up the tv and takes a seat next to you. You nod your head as you watch Tom setting up the movie. His hand sticking out, trying to get the remote to connect better. You can't help but stare at his arms, his veins slightly pushing out but not too much to the point it become unattractive. You had to admit; he is peng. Even if you had hated him and still don't like him that much he is one fine man, plus he has manners. Which honestly suprised you.
"Two hours?" Tom says looking at you in shock as he notices the lenght of the film.
"Love spending that time with you too Tom" you responds sarcastically.
"No that's not what I mean, it's just that I have the attention bow of a todler" he admits.
"Well we can take pee breaks, would that make you happy?" You offer, your words making Tom laugh softly. "I'm sure i'll survive".
The first bit went fine. The two of you ate, drank and had a little bit of concersation about the scenes here and there and it was good. It wasn't awkward and you were fully enjoying the film. It still was weird to you, from hating this boy more than anything to only a week later sittin on his sofa actually enjoying his company.
"Not crying yet" Tom wiggles his eyebrows one hour into the film.
"Don't worry the ending will get you, if it doesn't you have no heart!".
"Well maybe i'll just keep in my tears cause i'd really like to go on that date sweetheart" he whispered the last bit in your ear making your heart skip a beat. His soft whisper and warm breathe tickeling your neck flustered you. You hated yourself for it but you couldn't lie to yourself any longer: this boy did things to you.
Rather you liked it or not you had to admit that seeing him made you feel something, it wasn't love no. You'd only really talked to him for a week but it was one the most entertaining weeks of your life. All the days leading up to tonight there wasn't an hour passing by where the two of you weren't sending eachother meme's or being mean to eachother. Mean in a way that made you smile, and made clear that Tom was somewhat interested in you.
"Zip it, watch the movie" you giggle, focusing on the screen again but feeling Tom's eyes still burning on your face.
After almost another hour the oh so recognizable canoe scene came on. Making you squell silently and bite the nail of your thumb. You looked to the side but Tom didn't seem bothered at all,obviously he didn't know what was coming.
"Get the tissues ready" you whisper making Tom turn his head towards you as you start speaking. Over the course of the film you both had moved towards eachother more without noticing. Making you glued to his side at this point.
"Here is where you lose the bet" he smirks at you.
"Why didn't you write me?" Allies words come out over the heavy rain fall.
"Why? It wasn't over for me, I waited for you"
"So sappy" Tom sighs resulting in you slapping his arm. "Just watch you judgemental cunt". Even though Tom tried to act tough you clearly heard the unstable tone in his voice. The one you have when you're about to have a crying session.
As Noah starts to speak you look to your side and can clearly see some tears form in the corner of his eyes. Without thinking you grab the remote and pause the film, your sudden action resulted in Tom quickly wiping away his tears.
"That's cheating! You were tearing up!" You scream. "I was not!" Tom defends himself.
"Oh you lying piece of shit", you grab a pillow and start hitting him, his laugh filling the room.
"Hey hey!" Tom yells trying to avoid your hits.
"I don't like cheaters, I won" you say, finally putting the pillow down after messing up his hair with your hits.
"Honey I won, we're going on a date" he smirks.
"Tom!" You groan.
"Y/n!" He mocks your voice.
You squint your eyes at him before properly sitting back down again.
"Fine, bitch" you whisper before playing the film. Your words made Tom laugh.
Uh yea.. you might have totally forgotten about the passionate sex scene in this..
As Allie and Noah start passionatly making out you want to hide away in a hole, and to think that there is even more to come makes you want to simply dissapear. Your still sitting extremely close to Tom, his body heat making you feel even warmer than you already do. While Tom is casually munching away on some m&ms the couple on the screen starts undressing themselfs. You felt a extreme attraction to Tom and these scenes weren't helping. You felt yourself getting wetter and wetter at the thought of doing the things the main characters were doing with Tom.
"Okay well maybe let's stop watching" you try to find the remote to stop the screen but Tom quickly grabs it away from you.
"No! The fun is just starting" he laughs, finding you being so uncomfortable extremely funny.
"Tom come one it's just sex and the film is done let's end c-"
"Why eh?" Tom tries you, pausing the film and moving his body sideways, making him look at your directly now.
"Not everyone likes talking about sex or watching it with people alright. Don't know about your weird kinks but it's not one of mine".
"No I don't think your awkwardness is the problem.." Tom murmers.
His eyes rank over you face, making you afraid there might be some chocolate left on the corners of your mouth.
Suddenly he moves his head closer to yours, placing his mouth next to your ear.
"I think my little girl is getting turned on".
His words make your head spin, had he noticed you being attracted to him this whole film? All the times your heart beat picked up as he looked you into the eyes. Or your pussy clenched when he made a movement and touched you.
"I uh.." you had no idea what to say to that. Normally you'd be able to come up with a somewhat smart answer but he fully had you in his grip right now. Your heart was racing and all your norms where out of the window. You needed this man. Without any further thinking you grabbed his face and pushed your lips onto his ones. It only took him a second before he started kissing you back, his hands falling on your waist. It made a tingle shoot up your body, it had been ages since you were touched like this.
"See i'm always right" Tom laughs, his lips still lingering over yours.
"Shut up I don't have sex on the first date no matter how turned on I am" you shove his shoulder softly as you pull away from him.
"Oh so this was our first date eh?" He teases you.
"I mean if you want it to be" you say, getting a little shy now. You didn't mean to call it a date.
"Don't worry I'd love that, can't wait to take you on the second one" he smiles at you.
"Still think I won by the way, you cheater".
"Shut up and kiss me" Tom laughs, pulling you in for a long night of making out.. and if he was lucky on the next date the makeout session would turn into something a little more.. spicy.
summary — mixed and conflicted feelings between you and a man you recklessly hooked up with, that ended up in a unexpected pregnancy, can leave things feeling too good to be true, and moments felt bittersweet.
↳ richkid!dad!tom au
a/n: hello my lovelies !! i’ve decided to start a mini series dedicated to probably two of my favourite au’s: dad!tom and richkid!tom !! i hope you enjoy reading this series as much as i have enjoyed writing it !! a little disclaimer before i post the prologue, is that updates may not be consistent. i sometimes have plans outside of tumblr, and sometimes struggle with motivation and inspiration, so bear with me when it comes to updating the series !! but anyway, that’s all !! you can join the taglist down below !!
What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
I never usually reblog things like this.. but if it saves just one persons life… please take thime to read this even if you think there is no point in living. Please.
Life’s too precious. If you feel like this, please know that it gets better. And that people are always happy to lend an ear; heck drop me a message too. But never, ever think about taking your own life.
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