#imagine tom

[badboys-imagines]

Lie to me

Pairing : Tom, Reader

PART VIII

A/N : Sorry it took so long guys ! Hope you’ll like it ! xxx

Summary : A complicated story in which Y/N and Tom already know each other from work.

Y/N : Your Name

Y/L/N : Your Last Name

LIE TO ME MASTERLIST

Y/N's heart had stopped beating.

All she could hear was Tom's manager repetitively calling her name as she walked to the backstage.

For a moment, Y/N had to sit down.

This wasn't good. What was going to happen now ? Was she... fired ?

Her stomach became a ball of knots as she fidgeted with her fingers. Until she felt a strong hand gripping her shoulder.

"Y/N."

Oh god.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, Y/N looked up at Tom's publicist,

"Luke, I-I don't know wha-why it happened, it was completely..."

"Brilliant !" he exclaimed, finishing your sentence.

Behind him stood Tom, arms crossed against his chest. He didn't seem very proud and Y/N suddenly wondered why. After all, he’d gotten his revenge.

"What are you talking about ?" she asked, absentmindedly glaring at Tom.

"First of all, you’re definitely an artist on the rise, and... Well, a highly public relationship would only help bring more attention to all your amazing on-going projects, right Y/N ?"

Ah. Sweet Hell, no.

"Second," Luke continued, "Tom's career always get a bit of a boost when he's in a relationship. But if he was with someone like you, someone who is not a celebrity... It would be the Notting hill story of the year, do you understand ?"

Y/N did her best to remain calm,

"What are you suggesting ?" she scoffed, and after a moment, she finally spluttered, "Seriously ? You want us to... pretend we're together ? Luke, you know me, it’s so... not me."

Luke slowly nodded, causing her to make a face,

"Well, no." she promptly said.

"Everybody would love it ! Come on Y/N. At least, think about it. For one minute straight, just... think about it."

Y/N's wide eyes crossed Tom's exasperated gaze. Of course, Tom didn't want that to happen. It was clear on his face, Y/N knew him too well. But if she was being honest, the simple fact that Tom had lost control over the situation was very satisfying. Playing with her career and her dreams like they were kids was completely immature. So didn’t he deserve it, after all ?

"Luke, can I have a word with Tom in private, please ?" Y/N finally asked.

As soon as she did, Luke walked away.

Tom looked down at his feet, releasing a long sigh through his nose. Y/N stared at him, waiting for an explanation. When the slightest smirk crossed his lips, she threw her fist across his chest.

Before he could even talk, she growled,

"Now you listen to me, Hiddleston. How dare you ? You humiliated me in front of thousands of people, with no valid reason..."

"Humiliated ? I had a feeling you were enjoying it."

Again her fist landed across his strong chest, harder this time and Tom groaned,

"Fine, fine. I'm sorry, alright ? I know I went too far this time. Look, you were insufferable, Y/N. I was just trying to..."

"To what, Tom ? Destroy my career ? Because my heart wasn't enough, you had to mess up with everything." she uttered, drawing attention to them.

Tom froze, an unreadable expression on his face.

Y/N blinked in confusion, lowering the tone of her voice and avoiding his feral gaze.

"No more excuses." she said as calmly as she could, "Now, you're going to take responsibility for your actions, Tom."

It was his turn to be confused,

"What do you mean ?"

"What Luke said, we're doing it."

Tom chuckled, shifting his weight on one leg,

"You can't be serious." he shook his head, looking for a sign that she was just trying to scare him, but to the look on her face he understood it wasn’t a joke. 

"You owe me that. I won’t let you screw my dreams and hopes. You should have thought about this before you kissed me on TV, babe."

Tom frowned, clearly distraught,

"Don't... Don't call me that."

"Oh, really ? How about... baby boo ?"

Oh, she knew how he despised these little names. Right now, Tom was boiling.

"Y/N, we can talk about this. I'll make it up to you, I swear. I didn't realize what I was doing."

The young woman took a step toward him and without the shadow of a doubt, she wrapped her arms around his neck,

"Oh, but I like it this way, my sweet little boo."

"I'm not sleeping on your couch again."

Her body was now dangerously close to his. While mocking Tom was very funny, when Y/N saw the fire in his eyes, she almost melted. He hadn't moved a finger, he didn't need to. Electricity was already coursing through their bodies. Y/N felt her heart stutter, then stop. What was that ? How could she be so thirsty for revenge, yet into him at the same time, after all he'd done to piss her off ?

Tom looked deep into her eyes and they fell silent. Little by little, she noticed tiny details she hadn’t paid attention to before. The warmth emanating from his chest. His body and hers fitting so perfectly together. And he looked so serious now that...

"Amazing." Luke sighed behind their back, "I didn't know you were such a good actress, Y/N."

Y/N came back to her senses and noticed Tom's publicist was staring at them,

"Just..." Luke grabbed Tom's arm and pulled it around Y/N's waist, "here you go... Oh, and..." he pushed her even closer, just so her chest was pressing against Tom's.

Y/N blushed, avoiding Tom's gaze, but before she could protest, she heard the click of an iPhone camera.

"And this goes right to Tom's Instagram account."

Almost instantly, Tom took a step back, his eyes still on you. Sensing his reluctance, Luke patted his shoulder.

"You guys will thank me later. Oh, and Y/N, Abe wants to see you."

Shit, Abe.

Luke knew how to tame her. He just had to say the boss’ name.

"Great..." she muttered, a whole new ball of knots forming in her stomach.

Tom seemed to realize he'd gone way too far this time and he gave her an apologetic look.

"Y/N..." he whispered.

But she'd already turned her back to him.

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[foryourimaginationonly]

Mission Impossible

“Good Morning, Y/N.”  

A face appeared over your morning coffee as you grunted a not so affectionate morning greeting back at your coworker.

“Long night?” He asked.

“Not long enough.” You sighed. “How does she expect me to get her an entire book written in 24 hours?”

Your coworker shrugged. “I don’t know, but she’s coming around the corner now so I'll catch you later.”

He hurried off to his desk on the other side of the room. Thankfully, your desk was far away from your managers which meant she wouldn’t speak to you first thing in the morning. Taking out your laptop, you stared at the three pages you had written last night.

A book on pirates? Was she mad? How were you supposed to get her a story line before noon with no idea what it should be. Fearing that it might copy a certain famous movie franchise, you spent hours the night before scouring the internet for any sign of hope. Finally realizing that you had to start somewhere, you wrote whatever came to mind. Three pages later, you hit a blank wall and decided to call it a night.

Now you were regretting every bit of it. After re-reading what you had written, you realized how awful it all sounded and hit the delete button as fast as your fingers could go.

“Y/N, hope that synopsis is coming along nicely.” Your manager called from the other side of the room.

You smiled at her as she walked into her office, feeling a slight bit of hatred for her.

The morning sun was shining through the window next to your desk and you thanked the high heavens for it. It had rained all last week and it really put a damper on your mood.

Hoping to get some inspiration from the sun, you turned your chair towards the window with your laptop in your lap and began to write what would hopefully be a top seller one day.

After about two hours of working, you decided to take a break, setting the computer back on your desk. A quick look outside made you freeze. Three black SUV’s had pulled up outside and there were men dressed in suits getting out.

“Shit shit shit.” You said as you quickly grabbed your laptop and bag.  

You raced to the elevators only to stop and think of a different pathway. The stairs? You were on the 10th floor. Could you make it down 10 flights of stairs in heels?  

Only you didn’t have long to debate as you watched the elevator go down to the first floor.

Stairs it was. You kicked off your shoes and quickly made your way to the stairwell, hoping to god they didn’t decide to also take the stairs as well.

About halfway down you heard what sounded like a stampede coming up the stairs, which ultimately made you turn right back around and go up.

“I am not going down without a fight.” you whispered under your breath.

Running back up to the 10th floor, you decided to try to blend in with the many people that came in and out of the office, hoping that the men in suits had already came up by now. You peeked out of the stairwell and saw them walking around the office. The elevators were clear of them and so you threw back on your heels and quickly joined a few people standing in line waiting.  

Avoiding eye contact was hard, but running straight into one of the men in suits as he got off the elevator was even harder.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t our little chameleon.” He said, grabbing your arm.

You rolled your eyes and struggled to pull your arm from him. “What do you want Haz?”  

He smiled. “It’s not what I want. It’s what the boss wants.”  

Now, you could feel all eyes on you. Your manager walked out of her office, complaining. You groaned as she spotted you and made a beeline for you and Haz.

“Y/N, what in the hell is going on here?” She asked rather loudly.

“Y/N here has been on the run since her last assignment and it took us years to track her to here. We are taking her back as she has unfinished business. Excuse us.” He said, pulling you closer to the elevators and pressing the button.

“Last I checked, I had finished my assignment and was free to do as I pleased.” You said, shrugging.

Haz looked at you. “Yes, you were free to do what you pleased. In the area in which we gave you. Not go off the charts and disappear. You are still under contract.”  

You huffed. “I just want to live a normal civilian life. Is that too much to ask for?”  

He pulled you onto the elevator with the rest of his men following suit.

“You want to live like this? And not work for the most prestigious agency in the world? Interesting.” He smiled.

It took three car changes, a three hour flight, and another four car changes to finally reach headquarters only 15 hours later. By the time your feet hit the ground, you felt the fatigue of traveling hit you hard.

“All those years of training and you can’t stand up straight. Pathetic.” Haz said.  

You turned and punched him hard in the stomach, making him double over.

“I might not be running errands for the big man, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been training like I have.” You said, walking away from him.  

It only took you a second to realize that you no longer had the access code for the base so you had to wait for Haz to finish his bitching and punch in the code.

After walking down the familiar corridors, you finally came face to face with the man you made you who you are.

“Hello, Father.”  

“My sweet Y/N. Five years and no phone call, no text. Not even a birthday card. I have to send Haz to come find you and bring you back to me. Why?” Your father was a tall man, with piercing eyes and hair that had started to gray. His skin was (Your skin tone) with scars from his many years of fighting.

“I don’t need your dog, nor do I need you. I never wanted this. I just wanted to live a normal life.” You said, frustrated. “I had all of that too. A nice apartment, a job I loved, a place I called home.”

He looked at you, un-moving. “But my sweet pea, this is your home. How would your mother feel about those words?”

You scoffed. “I wouldn’t know how she felt since she died when I was just a child. You forced me to be something I didn’t want to be. I finished my assignment all those years ago with the promise of a normal life.”

“Yes, a normal life. One of which was to be lived out here in the compound working with me to be my next in line.” He said, giving a slight sigh.

“You have a dog you can train for that. I do not want it. I’m sure he is more than eager to do so.” You looked at Haz who was not so happy about being called a dog.  

A heavy sigh emanated from your father, his head hung low and he shook it as if he didn’t know what to say.

“I have another mission that only you can complete.” He said.

Your shook your head defiantly. “No, I refuse to do any more missions. Haz has every skill that I learned. He can do it.”  

Your father shook his head again. “Unfortunately, this mission is technically an ongoing from your last.”

This made you freeze. “My last mission?”  

Memories came flooding back. There was so much bloodshed. So much betrayal. You didn’t know who to trust anymore or what was right or wrong.

“It can’t be.” You murmured. “I put a stop to it all.”

“Yes, so we thought.” Your father stood walking over to you. You had taken the chair in front of his desk, staring at the floor.

“We have satellite images of him entering the country a week ago.” Haz said. An image popped up on the side screen. “it's undeniably him.”  

You looked up, gasping. It couldn’t be true. You had watched him perish in the fire. You saw the explosion with your own eyes. He couldn’t have escaped it.  

Yet there he was. His dark brown shaggy hair. His big brown eyes. His foolish smile. A tear fell down your cheek.  

“Tom.”  

Part Two

A/N: OH MAN DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO BE BACK!  I am so happy to be writing again. Even if it’s for a bit. I had this story line in my head for the longest but I didn’t know how to write it. I chose Tom because I didn’t like where to Mob!Tom was going so I wrote him in as a bad guy, Or is he? Hope you guys really like this one. I have a long story line for this one. So hold onto your horses. :D

I AM ACCEPTING TAGS FOR THIS~~~~

[fanicheaven]

Imagine...

... Cuddling with Tom after a hard day at work.

[lady-of-lies]

Leaving it all behind

A/N: this one may not make much sense, but it was something I needed to get out so here we go! Also this doesn’t have a particular pairing, so you can imagine anything and anyone you want.

Prompt: I love you

Word count: 586

Warnings: Sad backstory

Everybody leaves at some point, no matter how much you love them, or they love you. You had never managed to figure out if they all left by choice or if it was the result of a series very unfortunate occurrences. This time though,  you were the one leaving. And you weren’t planning to ever come back. After years of people just walking in and out of your life like it was some kind of drive through, you’ve finally had enough.

Imagine this:

When you are no more than five years old your own father walkes out the door, leaving for good with the excuse of having “fallen out of love” with your mother and “met someone else who understands me”. You would think your own parents would be the one constant thing in your life.

How wrong you can be. 

At age seven the best friend you had ever had told you she never wanted anything to do with you ever again. Saying that you treated her badly and that she felt like she was being smothered by you. You had always been nice to her and she had never complained, actually it was the other way around. You were the one who should have said something, not her.

 At age nine you lose your great grandmother. The person who had always been your babysitter and always had those heavenly cinnamon buns in the freezer. She had been old, sure, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

When You had reached the age of eleven the  faith you had left for society was basically non existent, school was killing you one minute at a time and the only one to even care about your struggling is your mother who herself struggled to make the ends meet. 

lastly when you were fourteen you lose your heart. Your own grandfather, whom you had considered a father figure since your father’s disappearance, lost to a long and painful battle of cancer. After constantly being reminded that no one stays forever, you get used to people leaving, not just one every each year but all the time one way or another. You see, after always playing the role of the good girl suffering from the tragic backstory, never doing something you shouldn’t. Something against the rules. It was time for a change.

walking down the street in the dim lighting and foggy air with a tight grip on the cool metal piece in my hand. It felt heavy, not just because of the literal weight, but also because of the guilt that was building up in the back of the mind. For the first time in forever the feeling of freedom coursed through your veins. You were finally free from all the shackles of society, free from the demons holding me back. The adrenaline was still flowing freely in your body, and the feeling it left were something addicting, you were loving every moment of it, The blood rushing in your ears and that unfamiliar feeling of being able to do anything was so familiar yet new that you never wanted it to leave. This was it. There is no coming back now. Because you see, everybody leaves at some point weather it’s out of choice or as a result of a series very unfortunate occurrences, this time though,  you were the one leaving, and you were leaving everything behind. Including your own sanity, but none of that mattered when you heard the wind whisper “I love you”.

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[justmesadgirl]

Marrying Tom Holland.

[bws-holland]

to make it even worse, he’s rubbing your shoulders and whispering in your ear like “look at my smart girl.. my smart, pretty girl.” and kissing your neck and the shell of your ear.. uhhhh yeah

UHHHHHH 😩

[e1e4n0r5]

This is the purest thing I have ever seen in my life 😍😍

[they-are-not-just-stories]

Imagine:

You were really sick and had stayed home all day. Tom felt really bad for you so he wanted to surprise you. He snuck into your house, bearing soup, crackers and chocolate. He tried to quietly walk into your room so he wouldn't wake you, as soon as he opened the door, your face lit up and he couldn’t keep the smile contained. He loved your smile, even on your bad days, it was one of his favorite things about you. He sat with the rest of the day, telling you how beautiful you are even when you say you look like death and whispering his love to you as you drift off into his arms.