A/N: One- shot. Do not own anything. This was supposed to be posted on Dec, 1st. Sorry for the late post.
She could not believe what she saw. (Y/N) had just gone to the coffee shop, Shawn took her on numerous occasions.
She had a craving for an (F/D), and she liked the coffee shops. What she did not expect was to see Shawn there. Especially since he told her, he had pressing matters to attend to at work.
Her jaw dropped when she saw a woman sitting across from Shawn. (Y/N) could not see the women very well, but saw how happy Shawn was.
He was giving the women the warming smile that made (Y/N)'s knees weak. The two were getting closer, and that crushed (Y/N). Shawn kisses the women.
She couldn't breathe: her vision was becoming blurry from the unshed tears. She began to gasp for air, walking away from the coffee shop. Away from Shawn, the man she loves.
Not watching where she was going, she bumped into a sturdy chest.
"I am so sorry," she said, weekly before bursting into a sob.
"It is alright," a man's soothing voice said, placing a hand on her shoulder. She looks up, not able to see who he is clearly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, feeling protective of her for some reason.
She shook her head, not wanting to think about what is wrong. He chuckles before extending his hand. " I'm Tom. "
"(Y/N)," she mumbled, wiping away her tears before glancing at him.
" Do you want to go get something to drink? I want to make sure you are alright."
" I would like that," she said, not realizing who he is.
The two make their way to a little cafe. It was a cozy cafe that Tom knew because he would have to hide at times. It was dim, and there was a fireplace to give off a warm vibe.
They make their way to a table, not knowing what to say. " I am sorry about bumping into you," she apologized again, feeling sorry about what had happened.
" I'm not sorry. I met you. "
A blush formed on her cheeks at the handsome man's comment because of Shawn not talking to her. Shawn did not speak to her as he used to. He would ignore her to go hang out with his friends or to work on his music.
" What do you do?" She asked, knowing he looked familiar.
" I am a famous actor," he told her, hoping she would no freakout because he liked her.
Something clicked, she snaps her fingers before pointing at him.
"Oh, you are..." she leans closer to him," Tom Holland."
He nods, smiling at how cute she looked, all proud at figuring it out.
" Do you think I can get your autograph? My little brother is a big fan of your work," she explained, thinking of a perfect gift it would be.
He nods, laughing as he makes a mental note.
Her phone beeps, making her take a peek at who it was. She groans, getting up and looking at Tom apologetically. " I have to go," she told him, leaning over a napkin to write down her number.
"Call me sometime, Tom. Thanks for everything," she said, kissing his cheek lightly before leaving. She was already dreading the fight she was about to get into when she gets home.
***
She enters the cold house, shivering when she knew something is going to happen. She could hear Shawn in the living room watching tv.
Hesitantly, she places her things down before going to the living room.
(Y/N) sees him on the couch before he could see her.
Shawn looks up, smiling when he sees she is home. "Hey, babe. Where were you?"
She felt like she was stabbed when he called her 'babe' because of what happened in the morning.
" I was out," she said, snapping at him with hidden anger laced.
His eyes widen, not having an idea for her being mad at him.
"Are you okay?" He asked, worried she might be feeling unwell.
"No, I am not. Shawn, are you in love with me?" Her voice croaked, tears building up in her eyes. Shawn laughs, thinking she is joking but stops when he sees her tears.
"Of course, I love you," he said, eyes shifting to the left, running his fingers through his curls.
" I saw you, Shawn. I saw you with the other women."
His eyes widen, never wanting her to find out. He knew he should have stopped the affair with the other women, but she was so addicting. He didn't know what to tell her because he was caught off guard.
"I... I'm so sorry (Y/N)," he said weakly. He takes a step towards her, but she moves away from him.
" Don't Shawn. Nothing can excuse your behavior. " She lets the tears flow down her face, not understanding why he did it.
"Why? Why, Shawn?" She weeps, falling to her knees as her legs gave out.
"I do-don't know," he said, telling the truth. He did have no idea why. He remembered the girl talking to him and making him feel differently then (Y/N) made him feel.
She knew this was the end of the relationship. " I can't trust you anymore. We need a break, Shawn."
Shawn shook his head, not liking that idea. He did not want to lose her.
"No. No. No. Please, (Y/N), I love you. I never meant to hurt you. She meant nothing to me. You are my world," he begged, tears sliding down his face.
"It doesn't matter, Shawn. In the end, it all hurts the same, " She said, getting off the floor. She shakes her head as she walks towards the front door.
"I will have one of my friends pick up my stuff. I hope she makes you happy, Shawn. Apparently, I couldn't do that for you, Shawn," those were her last words as the door shuts behind her.
Prompt: ‘my current partner is a huge asshole and i need a reason to break up with them so will you pretend to be my possessive and violent ex’
A/N: So, I took a different route with this one and tried a mob Tom fic. It’s alright I suppose, just felt like doing something I haven’t before. Enjoy.
You were rather frustrated. Your current boyfriend was splayed out on your couch, asleep. The beer that you knew must have been in his hand knocked over on your hardwood floor. Take out containers littered the table, and your cat was eating out of one of them.
This was not the first time this had happened. In fact the last time you found him like this you told him to get lost and not find his way back. However, he was rather determined to stay with you, so he managed to sweeten his way back in every time.
And you let it happen, because he was pretty sweet and you didn’t exactly want to hurt him. But he was rather gross once he settled in. Even if he did clean up nice. And sure you could very easily get rid of him. But you were afraid he’d think you were joking. Even if you could kill him in more ways than one without leaving a trace that you did it.
That was just an occupational hazard of yours for those around you. It wasn’t your fault you got mixed up with the mob. It was all your friend Tom’s fault. You’d follow him anywhere and when he’d taken over the business, well you were right beside him, Harrison right with the two of you. However, the man asleep on your couch had absolutely no clue about your real job.
Deciding that you weren’t going to deal with this mess, you went right back out your door. You found yourself at Tom’s. You strolled right in, the two bodyguards posted at the door nodded to you.
“Evening boys,” You greeted, barely offering them a glance.
“Evening boss,” they responded. Tom might be their actual boss, but you were the one in charge of them. You were the one given the orders to send them out, what to do, when to do it and how. You were the one handling the dirty work Tom didn’t want to handle, the kind he didn’t find worth his time but knew that whoever it was needed a more special touch than just his regular guys.
“Tom?!” You called out, into the larger than average home.
“What are you doing back so soon, love?” He asked, exiting his kitchen.
“Gary did it again. I can’t take it, Tom. I’m gonna kill’im. But he’s too nice!” You ranted on about the mess he’d made, how you’d probably get home and he’d be gone and the mess would still be there, on top of your cat probably having the shits just to add to your problems.
“I’ve told you before,” Tom started, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and starting to guide you upstairs. “I can take care of it.”
You groaned. “I don’t want him dead, Tom. I could do that myself if I wanted. Just want him to stop comin’ around after I’ve sent him off.”
Tom stopped in front of the door to his bedroom and leaned against it. “You know, I’ve seen you be the nastiest bitch, yet you can’t get rid of a guy that’s nice? You must have lost your touch.”
You scoffed and punched his shoulder.
He didn’t hesitate to grab your wrist. “Don’t-”
“Wait!” You said, not caring about the empty threat he was about to place upon you, knowing he would never think about hurting you. “I’ve got it!”
Tom sighed and released you. “What brilliant plan have you devised now?”
“Well, Gary doesn’t know what I do for a living, right? But I’m sure he knows about you, and not from me, who doesn’t?”
Tom wasn’t following, his eye brow was arched as he watched you closely. You were incredibly sexy when you had a good idea. So happy, something he liked seeing on you with how rare it was in this line of business.
“What if you came over and pretended to be like my crazy possessive and violent ex?” You were smiling so wide at him, hoping he’d go for it.
He thought over your words. “Is that what you think of me?”
You rolled your eyes. “You missed the point, and no I do not, Thomas. I just think you’d be really good at pretending to be. You already shoot all the guys dirty looks if they even cast a glance my way. You’d be great at it.”
“What if I don’t want to pretend to be your ex?” He asked. “You know I’d much rather be with you.”
You blushed. You never really took those words of his seriously. Because even when he said them, there were still other women in his life, there were still times when you knew he could never possibly love you. That you couldn’t have a normal life together. Even if you wanted to be with him. “Tom-”
“Yeah, I’ll do it. But if I do, you’re going to sit down and listen to what I have to say about you and you believe me this time.” He held his hand out to you.
You took it and shook, sealing your deal. You were rather hoping what he’d have to tell you would be in your favor. Hand shakes were binding between the lot of you. But, having a normal boyfriend was something you rather enjoyed, it was like living in a cute little fantasy. One where you could imagine a frilly white wedding, and a house and three kids. Not the kind where you would constantly worry your husband was cheating on you, or the safety of your children. You pushed those thoughts away, you had to focus. “I’ll come up with a plan tonight and let you know in the morning.” You eagerly kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Tom.”
He shook his head at you. “Just don’t forget about the other end of the bargain.”
You nodded, “Of course. Goodnight, thank you for letting me stay the night.” You started off towards one of the many spare bedrooms.
“I’ve told you, anytime, Y/N.” He watched you go, rubbing the back of his neck.
The following morning you sat down with Tom and told him your plan. Everything was set, it was going to finally get Gary out of your life without you having to be an absolute bitch to him. Tom got the privilege of doing that.
“You ready?” You asked meeting Tom in front of your apartment building. You’d already confirmed that Gary was still there, so all you had to do was show up and let the fun begin.
You started bickering at the end of your hall, well more like yelling at each other. You didn’t care if your neighbors heard, you could easily tell them all the truth. “Go home, Tom!!” You shouted right outside your door. You fought with your keys to get them in the lock but he turned you around and your back hit the door. Just enough to make a noise, but not harsh enough to hurt you.
“Don’t fucking talk back to me!” He growled.
You got your door open and stepped back into your place as he followed you in. “Get out,” You shouted, shoving at him.
“Y/N?” You could hear Gary over your shoulder, somehow still on your couch and sounding groggy.
Tom grabbed your wrist and your chin smooshing your cheeks. “I fucking-”
“Hey!” Gary yelled, scrambling off the sofa. “Let go of her!”
“Who the fuck is this?” Tom asked, quickly. The gun he kept in the back of his pants was now pointed at Gary.
Gary held his hands up and took a step back, “W-whoa! H-hold on there-”
“Tommy please, please don’t worry about him, he-he’s just a friend.” You lied, sounding so innocent, tears welled in your eyes.
Tom’s eyes narrowed at the man before he cut them at you. He tsked, “Baby, you know better than to lie to me.”
“Y/N, who is this guy?” Gary asked, the fear in his voice made him sound 12.
“My-my ex,” You answered, making Tom’s hold on you a bit tighter as he tugged you closer to himself.
“Your what?” Tom asked, his tone threatening. “Maybe you should properly introduce me, darlin’. You know I love when you tell people what you are to me. What I’d do to anybody that even looks at you thinking they could love you better than I do.”
You whimpered, shrinking into your shoulders. You glanced over at Gary, you wished you could have laughed. He looked like he was about to piss himself. “Gary this is, Tom Holland… I-I’m sure you’ve heard of him…”
Gary swallowed thickly, knowing exactly who the man in front of him was now.
“Gary you should go. Really, T-Tom’s right. I’m his girl, and it was really a mistake to run off on him… but this isn’t working and I don’t want him doing something to you. It’s better this way.”
Gary could only stare at you. “You don’t possibly expect me to just leave you him with this crazy ass-”
Tom clicked the safety off his gun. “What was that, mate?”
Gary took a shallow breath.
“Gary, go! Leave for good please! I’ll be alright but you won’t be if you don’t leave!” You told him, praying he’d finally get out.
“Yeah Gary,” Tom added. “Get out.”
He scrambled to get his things before he was out the door, not even so much as putting his pants on.
You waited for the sound of the stairwell door at the end of the hall to close before you released a sigh of relief.
Tom finally released you and put the safety back on his gun before replacing it in his pants. “I didn’t hurt you, did I darling?” His hand was so gentle on your chin, a complete 180 from how it was before.
You smiled softly at him, “I’m alright Tom, really. I’m never going to be able to repay you. That was brilliant.” You didn’t even hesitate to hug him, something very rare for the two of you.
“Come on, Y/N,” He responded, arms wrapping around you. “You know I’d do anything for you. You’re my girl.”
You glanced up at him, “Tom, do you really-”
“Yes,” He answered before you could even get the question out. “It’s my turn now. I couldn’t wish for someone better than you to be by my side. I’m tired of not having this with you. You’re the only girl I want, alright? Will you please just be with me already? We’re perfect for each other and you know it as well as I do.”
You sighed. “I know all that… it’s just, sometimes it’s nice to have a break from the mob life. To think about having a normal life, with a husband and kids and being safe…”
Tom brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Sweetheart, there’ll never be a safer place for you than with me. We can have a life together, maybe it won’t fully be conventional, but I’m willing to do what it takes to give you everything you want.”
“And what happens when you don’t want to anymore? What happens when you have to go off to some club and there’s other girls there and they’re way more attractive than me and they’re all over you-”
He laughed, “You’re taking the not in a committed relationship Tom and not getting the I want to be with you and only you Tom. Y/N, I want this with you. That’s it, alright? I’d never commit myself to you and do something to hurt you like that. You just have to trust me. Stop thinking about everything else. Do you want to be with me, yes or no?”
You knew he was right. You were being unfair, and trying to talk yourself out of something you really wanted because you were afraid. But from the determined look in his eyes you knew how much he wanted this. You nodded, “Yes I want to be with you.”
Tom smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.
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I dunno if y’all wanna be tagged in Tom fics it’s been too long but I’m gonna tag y’all anyway
When directing a movie in London ends, you go to the airport to head home for Christmas. But due to the weather in London the plane is cancelled, so you call your best friend, Tom. Who of course comes to your rescue.
Characters – Tom x Reader
Word Count – 2264
‘Flight 310 has been cancelled due to the weather conditions. We do apologise for the cancellation.’ The announcer said over the speakers, you groaned as you reached into your pocket and brung out your phone, dialling the first number that came to you.
‘Hey?’ He said confused as he answered the phone.
‘Hey, Tommy.’ You said as you walked through the airport looking for a shop, your felt your stomach rumble as you spotted a store.
‘Aren’t you meant to be in the air by now?’ Tom questioned. You rubbed your eyes and sighed as you looked through the selection of food.
‘Yeah, but the flights just been cancelled so it looks like I’m spending Christmas Eve in the airport.’ You said balancing the phone to your ear with your shoulder, as you counted the money out and handed it over to the person behind the counter. You picked up your drink and sandwich before heading back out into the main airport and taking a seat on the uncomfortable metal chairs.
‘You can’t be staying there for Christmas Eve.’ He said, you fell silent as the announcement came through, and you listened to all the groans and swears as you watched all the flights get cancelled.
‘Well I’m here until I find a hotel and move there. Because they have just announced that none are leaving until at least boxing day, due to this storm.’ You told him, as you unscrewed the lid on your drink before taking a sip, licking your lips to wet them.
‘I’ll come get you.’
‘Tommy.’ You warned him, you could almost hear him shaking his head.
‘No don’t start. You can stay with me at mum and dads.’ He said,
‘Tom, I can’t do that. Not to your mum and dad, especially on Christmas.’ You said, you heard the faint sound of him closing a door behind him and then the engine running.
‘They love you don’t worry.’ He said, you rolled your eyes.
‘To-.’ You started but he cut you off.
‘Enough, I’m coming to get you. I’ll text you when I’m outside. Okay?’ He questioned, you blow out air between your lips as you leant your head back.
‘Okay.’ You agreed with him.
‘See you soon.’ He said before he hung up, you pulled the phone away from your ear as you looked at the contact picture for him, he was wearing a batman mask, acting all tough, before you chuckled, shaking your head as you placed your phone beside you and picking up your sandwich.
‘You know you drool when you sleep.’ You heard a familiar voice say beside you, you woke up immediately, sitting up straight and wiping your mouth. You then turned to the culprit, who was trying to hold in his laughter.
‘Shut it.’ You said as you pushed him, before letting out a yawn.
‘Come on.’ He said, standing up. You followed him and pulled down your jumper, keeping the heat in. He took your suitcase in one hand as he flicked through his phone with the other. You waked alongside him, with your carry-on bag over your shoulder, as you tried to focus still half a sleep.
‘Do you think I could go shopping quickly?’ You asked Tom as you placed your bag into the boot, he turned and looked at you confused.
‘For what?’ He asked, as you both made your way to the front doors.
‘Christmas presents.’ You stated as if it was obvious.
‘Why?’ He questioned, as you both got inside the warm car, he reached over and put the heater on.
‘I need to get your family something, since they are allowing me to come for dinner and stay.’ You explained to him, as you both fastened your seatbelts.
‘They won’t mind.’ He said dismissively, you turned and looked at him.
‘Tom.’ You groaned, he smiled before nodding his head.
‘Okay.’ He said, you sighed as went quiet looking out the window and watching the snow fall to the ground, collecting on the already white ground. You continued to look out the window, dozing off now and then but when Tom arrived at the shopping centre you sat up and unbuckled your seatbelt.
‘I’ll need to drop you here, then go park the car.’ He informed you, you looked around the bust carpark, internally wincing at the amount of last-minute Christmas shoppers there were.
‘Okay, thank you. I’ll meet you inside?’ You asked him, he nodded. You got out the car quickly before making your way into the mall, making sure not to slip on the loose snow or ice. You rubbed your hands together as made your way to the first shop. You smiled when you saw the jumper, you quickly picked it up and put it into the basket, before Tom caught up with you.
You walked further into the shop, smiling at the girl behind the counter. You then spotted what looked to be a camera lens, you picked it up before you twisted the top, to see what type of lens it was but when you looked inside you realised that it was a travel mug. You chuckled to yourself before placing it in your basket and having a quick look around to see if there was anything else before you walked up to the till. You managed to find a book filled with different types of jokes and funny pictures, that you thought would be suitable for Dom.
‘Are you purposely hiding?’ Tom commented as he popped up beside you, you jumped slightly.
‘It took you long enough.’ You answered him.
‘Yeah, went around a few times before one opened up.’ He told you, you nodded as you were interested in the watched that were in front of you.
‘How many do you have?’ He questioned as you picked up a watch with a brown leather band.
‘Harry, Paddy, Dom’s and yours.’ You listed of the people that you had gotten for.
‘You shouldn’t have gotten me anything.’ He said, as he tried to look into the basket, you moved it out the way.
‘Well too bad cause I have.’ You said, he stuck his tongue out at you as you shook your head and walked off.
‘Tom?’ You asked, he hummed in response.
‘What’s Sam’s favourite sweets?’ You asked him as you looked at the sweet selection. Tom walked around and looked at the selection before he turned to you.
‘How many does he get?’ Tom questioned you, you looked around the selection.
‘Seven.’ You said, he nodded before reaching over to the stand and bringing down the seven packets of his favourite sweets. Once he was done you nodded at him, before heading over for a box that you could put them in, luckily finding them, you then went around finding presents for the others.
‘Y/N.’ Nikki said happily as pocked her head out the living room, when the door opened.
‘Nikki. Thank you for allowing me to stay for Christmas.’ You said as she wrapped her arms around you bringing you in for a hug.
‘Of course, it’s better than staying in the airport.’ She told you.
‘Why do you have shopping bags?’ She asked as she looked at the bags in your hands, along with the wrapping paper that was sticking out the top.
‘Christmas presents for all of you.’ You told her, she looked at you with wide eyes and shook her head.
‘Y/N.’ She warned but you shook your head.
‘You’re taking me in on Christmas plus giving me dinner tomorrow. It’s the least I could do.’ You told her.
‘We don’t have anything for you.’ She said sadly.
‘Warmth and food? That’s all, I don’t need a present from you.’ You told her truthfully.
‘Y/N?’ You heard Paddy question from the top of the stairs.
‘Yeah.’ You said loud enough for them to hear, you then heard multiple footsteps coming down the stairs and then Paddy, Harry, Tom and Sam appeared in the kitchen looking at you confused. They followed you as you moved around the kitchen.
‘What are you doing?’ Sam questioned.
‘I have always had hot chocolate every Christmas morning since I was little.’ You stated as you poured the homemade hot chocolate, a recipe that had been passed down your family, into the waiting cups. You then put a small squirt of squishy cream on top, along with a sprinkle of nutmeg.
‘Take one.’ You said as you motioned to the cups in front of you, you watched as they all picked up a cup before raising it to their lips and taking a sip. They closed their eyes, and all sighed at the same time.
‘I think you need to stay here most Christmas’s.’ Sam commented, and you chuckled, before picking up two mugs.
‘Nikki and Dom are waiting for us.’ You said, before heading into the dining room, setting the two mugs down in front of Nikki and Dom, who thanked you. You turned around to go get your mug but Tom as already holding it for you, as you took a seat next to him.
You had been opening presents all day, Paddy, Harry and Dom were pleased with their gifts, Tom found the Spiderman Christmas jumper funny. Sam loved the box of sweets and was munching on them every now and then. Now it was Nikki’s turn to open her present from you. She unwrapped the box, before opening the top, her hand landed on her chest before she reached in and pulled them out.
‘These are beautiful, thank you so much.’ She thanked you, you nodded and watched as she placed the earrings in.
‘I feel terrible that we haven’t gotten you anything.’ Dom commented, you just waved it away.
‘Your giving me food, warmth and great company.’ You told them.
‘Who’s giving you the great company cause I know it’s not Tom.’ Sam commented, you let out a laugh as Tom reached over and hit his shoulder.
There was a knock at your door before it opened to reveal Tom, standing in his joggy bottoms and ugly jumper you got him.
‘Hey.’ You said as he walked.
‘Hey.’ He replied.
‘I’ve got you something.’ He said as he walked further in, lifting up a small black box.
‘Nikki said you guys didn’t have anything for me?’ You told him remembering her conversation with you.
‘They don’t. I do.’ He stated, you raised an eyebrow and patted the space beside you.
‘I was meant to give you this before we split for the holidays, but I chickened out. So, I guess in a way I’ve got a second chance to give it to you.’ He continued speaking as you watched him, look everywhere but you.
‘Let me see.’ You said happily, he passed the small box over to you and you opened it. Revealing a rose necklace with your birthstone next to it. You stayed silent as Tom played with his fingers, watching you run over it with your fingers, before noticing the folded bit of paper in the top. You picked it out and unfolded it, reading what was written in Tom’s writing.
When he knew you had read it but hadn’t say anything his heart kept on beating faster.
‘It was a stupid idea.’ He said, trying to reach for the box but you moved it out his way behind your back.
‘Do you honestly feel this way about me?’ You asked him, holding up the small bit of paper.
‘Yeah.’ He said as he looked at his crossed legs.
‘Good.’ You said, you placed a gentle hand on his cheek. You reached up and pressed a kiss, just on the corner of his lips.
‘Put it on for me?’ You asked when you pulled back, allowing him to take the necklace from the box. You turned around and pulled your hair to one side, so he would trap any hairs as he pulled it over your head and fastened it. You turned around to him and closed the box, sitting it on the bed beside the two of you. You were about to say something when you heard a commotion outside the door. You and Tom looked at each other, knowing who was at the other side.
‘Should we give them a show?’ You whispered into Tom’s ear, he looked at you and noticed the mischief in your eyes. He nodded.
‘Follow my lead.’ You whispered before stood up.
‘I can’t believe it Tom.’ You said loud enough for them to hear. He smiled before standing up as well.
‘What? What have I done now?’ He shouted back, you both listened to the noises
‘I told you how I felt, and you fling it back in my face.’ You shouted again, moving closer to the door.
‘You never told me anything.’ He replied back to you, he stood to your side, as you wrapped a hand around the door handle. When you didn’t say anything bac
‘You know it’s rude to listen.’ You said, as you flung the door open, the three of them stumbling into the room, falling on top of each other with a groan. Tom was standing beside you trying his hardest to keep a straight face. They looked confused before turning around to the two of you.
‘Did you have the balls?’ Paddy questioned, you turned to Tom whose cheeks were becoming redder.
‘Of course he did.’ Harry commented as he pointed to the necklace that you were currently wearing.
‘Finally.’ Sam said, from the bottom of the pile.
Here it is!! This is a little different to what I usually do so fingers crossed that you guys like it! Please leave any feedback, I would love to hear what you guys think of it!! Happy reading, love you all xx 💖💖
TOM HOLLAND ANGST ONESHOT
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Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is like grasping a rose tightly. It’s beautiful and overwhelming but if you hold it tighter it leaves you feeling unbearable pain. The love you have is so strong and overpowering you find yourself succumbing to it, you’re drawn to it as if it was a beautiful shining star in the night sky or if it’s just simply a drug, addictive yet dangerous.
The first time you met Tom was when he was introduced to you as your best friends new boyfriend. She was a bit of player, so the first thing you thought was that this guy, was not going to last long and would simply just be another one of her conquests. Unbeknownst to you, Tom had the power to change your best friends immature ways and he succeeded as the weeks went by. At first you didn’t see much of them, the couple were in what was called their “honeymoon” stage, where everything was just simply pure bliss and they were stuck in their own little bubble of love.
You were happy for her, knowing that Tom was the best thing to ever happen to her. It was such a joy, to watch her face light up at the mention of her boyfriends name, or to hear a small giggle escape her mouth whenever he calls her when she’s with you.
But a small part of you felt a sense of sadness. You couldn’t help but notice the many qualities of Tom over the couple weeks of knowing and forming a friendship with him. He was a perfect example of a gentlemen. He was respectful, took pride in how he looked, he was gentle, kind, loving, appreciative and now you were just rambling. He was everything you wanted and needed in a partner, but unfortunately he belonged to your best friend. If only you met him first, and maybe just maybe, you could’ve had a chance.
Only at this point, you only had a small crush, nothing big or important and something that could be easily brushed away or forgotten about in a matter of weeks. It was only a crush, thats what you thought. But that was definitely not the case.
You couldn’t quite pin point the exact moment, where you realised that your immature school girl crush, was anything but. Every time they cuddled, kissed or did anything that required showing affection around you, your heart throbbed against your rib-cage with a steady rhythm.
You werent allowed to feel this way. It was never meant to happen but you couldn’t help it. Your heart always wants what it wants, and there’s no denying that. It wasn’t fair that he was already taken especially by the person who you hold most dearly to your heart. Your best friend.
Thankfully you managed to keep your feelings under wrapped and well hidden. No one was aware of the love you held for Tom, already having chosen to bury it beneath your skin, making sure it would never escape to see the light of day.
It was a beautiful afternoon and the three of you decided to take a nice evening stroll along the river. Originally it was only going to be the couple, but they insisted you come along, the guilt of leaving you alone weighing heavily on their shoulders. After many protests from you, they both forced you out of the door, with nothing more than a huff from you.
You tried to play it off as you being lazy and not wanting to leave the comfort of your couch, but it was simply wanting to avoid the mishap of being the third wheel and having to watch them cuddle under the orange glow of the sky.
Trailing behind them slowly, hands clasped in front of you, you took in your surroundings appreciating everything that the Earth has to offer. London was beautiful, especially at sunset.
Without realising you caught up with Tom, who was standing gazing upon his girlfriend who was excitedly feeding the ducks down near the water.
You giggled at the sight, watching your best friend throw the stale bread towards the river where all the birds were frolicking and making a mess.
“She’s a dork” you laughed, shaking your head affectionately.
Tom nodded, his gaze falling upon you.
“She really is, isn’t she?” He smiled, a love sick expression forming on his face.
You both held eye contact, your head lightly tilting to the side, you smiled.
“A penny for your thoughts?” You whispered, the excited shrieking of your best friend echoing around the river.
“Have you ever been in love before? Like the kind of love that sweeps you off your feet, o-or the love that consumes your whole body and mind?”
You can tell that Tom is nervous by watching him bite his lower lip, a habit you have soon noticed after the first few weeks of knowing him.
“I- I don’t know” you stutter, caught off guard. “I don’t even know if that kind of love exists”
I’m lying.
“I think i do” He whispers, his shy gaze moving to look over at your best friend. You watch as his eyes soften, and his expression relaxes. He was in love, it was clear as day.
Maybe it was time for you to back away, and to leave for awhile. Maybe it was time to realise that whatever you were feeling was unhealthy and simply was only going to be a fantasy. Tom loved her, he really did even if he didn’t know it yet and you were definitely not going to get in the way of that. You didn’t belong, you were out of place and it was time to finally move on and to close this chapter of your life.
It was for the best.
“I’m going to head back.. if that’s okay” you hesitated, only receiving a nod as a reply. You watched as he was unaffected by your departure keeping his main focus on your best friend, the girl he was utterly and deeply in love with. You slowly walked backwards, taking in the sight of Tom before you. You wanted to remember everything about your first love, how he looked, dressed, smiled and laughed. You wanted to keep this as a distant memory but something to look back on and smile and appreciate every little feeling you had towards him. What you felt was love, a love so overpowering and full filling but your love wasn’t meant to be received by him, it didn’t belong to Tom. It belonged to someone else who would love and cherish you just as much as you would for them. It will be a much more powerful feeling, a love that would definitely sweep you off your feet.
A/N: so this is the first time i’m posting something that i’ve written and to be perfectly candid it scares me but here we go. plz let me know what you think.
Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader
Warnings: alcohol, language, smut
Inspired by the song Dead Man Walking - Jon Bellion.
'Cause my sister has a best friend
That I've known since I was three
And now I'm gon' get strangled
'Cause we tangled in the sheets
I’ve known Tom since I was a kid. My older sister, Jamie, invited him over to ride their bikes when she saw him playing in the yard across from our house. I was three at the time and don't remember much from that day, but my family always retells the story of how we met and how I cried because my sister wouldn’t play with me and my dolls so Tom sat down with me and played. My entire family has loved him ever since.
Years later, after Jamie and Tom had graduated and gone their separate ways, they had stayed in contact. He’d pop in for some family dinners while he still lived at home, but down the line as his career had progressed, the visits became sporadic, seeing him maybe twice a year. I hadn’t really tried to keep in contact with him, mostly because we were never really close friends, I had always been seen as that “annoying little sister” to Jamie and was rarely invited to hang out with him and Jamie because she never wanted to drag me around. I never really minded. I had my own friends and my own life and sure, I felt left out when they went to see my favourite band in concert without me, but for the most part I was content.
When my sister got engaged, I was one of the first to know. Her girlfriend, Sara, actually asked me to help her propose and to catch the whole proposal on video. I, of course, accepted and Jamie, of course, said yes. And that's how I ended up here, at my sister’s wedding, getting drunk off the open bar, trying to forget how lonely I am. As I was sipping a glass of champagne in the bar at the back of the hotel ballroom, admiring how beautiful and happy my sister looked, I felt a tap on my shoulder. “Hey, Squirt, long time no see.”
Upon hearing the nickname I have loathed since childhood, I turned to see Tom, in a blue suit, tie nowhere to be found, holding a glass of what seemed to be scotch. “Yeah,” I started to reply, “I’ve been a bit busy gallivanting the world and being praised by my millions of adoring fans. Oh wait no, that’s you.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh piss off. You know you're quite mean when you're drunk,” he said pointing to my empty glass.
“Lest I remind you, I am also mean sober.” I slur in response as I turn to walk back up to the bar to return my glass. Tom follows so I ask, “Didn’t quite make it for the reception, Holland?”
He places his glass down on the bar and motions for the bartender who is currently serving someone who must be from Sara’s family, because they don’t look familiar. “Hey, I tried to make it in time, I barely get off these days. At least I made it to the reception.”
I chuckled to myself, my drunken mind twisting the innocent words into an innuendo. “Oh, so the famous Tom Holland can’t get off? That’s shocking.” Tom just glares at me and orders a shot from the bartender. I turn to them and say, “You know what, make that two.” As they pour the two shots I glance over to Tom. He’s already eyeing me and I try to subtly look away, but he’s already noticed the awkward look. He picks up his shot and I pick up mine.
“Cheers, Squirt.” Tom says as he clinks our shot glasses. We take our shots and Tom coughs a little so I decide to pick on him.
“You’ve got at least like three years on me and you still can’t take a shot can you, Holland.”
Tom begins to threaten, “If you don’t shut the hell up, Squirt, I--”
“What’re you gonna do, Holland? Fucking make me? I’d like to see you try.” I turn to walk away from the bar over to the dancefloor, but Tom grabs my wrist and pulls me back towards him. Suddenly, I’m mere millimeters away from his face. I can feel his breath, laced with liquor and smell his fading cologne and I’m too stunned to come up with any decent retort. Luckily, I don’t have to.
“Oh, I’ll make you, Squirt.” I couldn’t help but think of that statement as anything but sexual as I felt myself get turned on by him. He leaned in and kissed me and it felt like fireworks had gone off inside my whole body. It was a needy and passionate kiss. One hand was roaming my body and the other was gripping the back of my neck. We snuck out of the ballroom and ended up in my suite. Tom hastily unzipped my dress and threw off his jacket and shirt and we barely broke the kiss save for a few quick breaths of air. As our hands got tangled in each others hair and our bodies tangled in the crisp, white, hotel sheets neither of us thought about the consequences. It felt too good to be wrong.
I woke to find myself naked, in the strong arms of my sister’s best friend, a man I’ve known since I was three, and I just knew that we would end up dead if Jamie ever found out. I tried to readjust my body to pull the covers over myself, but I ended up waking Tom up from his slumber. He kissed my forehead and mumbled a quiet good morning. I whispered a good morning in response as he continued peppering me with small kisses all the way down to my neck that’s become covered in numerous purple hickeys. My hand is still behind his head and his are wrapped around me slowly tracing out the curves of my body and I laugh to myself and whisper, “I guess you can’t call me Squirt anymore, can you, Holland?”
He just chuckles. “After last night, I may just have to keep calling you Squirt, Darling,” he says as he rubs my bare ass, giving me a wink.
I groan, “Bite me, Holland.”
“Oh don’t worry, Darling, I will.” Tom moves one hand behind my head and kisses me softly and slowly. Deepening the kiss I throw my leg over his bare chest and straddle him. A beat later, I hear a knock at the door and the whirr of the lock unlocking. I quickly break the kiss and turn to the door and see my sister standing in the frame. I push Tom off the bed and try to cover my body with the sheets, but it’s already too late.
As Tom pops his head up from beside the bed, all my sister says is, “What the fuck?”
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You had just recently moved back in with your roommates Edd, Matt, Tord and Tom after you finished college at (college of your choice) and got the (degree of your choice). You was just sitting in your room petting your dog you got in college when you get a knock on your door.
You open it to see Tom. When you saw him you were a little surprised and excited. You was surprised because you had other heard the guys leaving to go watch a movie, but you didn't go because you saw this movie when you was in the last week if college. Now the reason you was excited was because you saw the boy you been crushing on since you were five years old. Twenty years later and nothing has changed with you liking him, in fact you can say you liked him more.
You snapped out if your thoughts when he started to talk. "Hey um you want to watch Netflix with me" Tom said while taking a swig of Smirnoff. "Sure not like i have anything better to do" you said pretty happy that you was alone with Tom but also wondering why he didn't go to the movies, it was a great movie.
You and Tom sat on the couch while Tom was searching for something good for you two to watch. You notice that he started to drink a lot more and his words started to slur. " So do y-you *hic* have any shows your *hic* like watching" Tom said while opening a new bottle of Smirnoff.
" Um actually there is this one show i been watching its called (inter favorite Netflix show/movie here)" You told him noticing that there was a bulge growing in his pants. "Hmm that show/movie sounds kinda of boring how about we do something else" He said while moving closer to you on the couch.
Yassss the moment you have been waiting for, there has only been one other moment like this in your life when you guys were in the 8th grade.
FLLLAASSSHHHBBAACCKKK
( btw you are your 13 year old self in this)
You and Tom where in your room doing homework. "Hey Y/n have you ever wondered what sex is like" Tom asked looking in your direction. " Woah man lets keep it pg-13" you said a light blush dusting your cheeks. " Well do you Y/n" Tom said noticing your blush. " Well duh like what kids are age doesn't " You said as he started getting closer to you to the point your foreheads are touching. You guys stared into each others 'eyes' when you two touch lips.
The kiss was pretty passionate and Tom has gotten on top of you while on your bed. But the moment had to be cut short when you heard your parents walking upstairs. With your room being the first room at the top of the stairs you kicked Tom off your bed and your Dad came in. "Were home, what happened to Tom"? Your dad said as he saw him on the floor holding his stomach. " Oh were playing the bean boozeled challenge and he ate a bad bean" you quickly lied "Oh ok well try not to get too many bad ones Y/n you threw up last time" your dad said kind of concerned.
FLLLAAASSSHHHBBBBAACCK OVER
Twelve years later and here you are with one very drunk Tom and the only think thats stopping you is completely nothing. You and Tom kissed roughly, his kissed seemed different to you then how it used to be.
You guys broke the kiss to get the much needed air and you started to unbuckle his belt to reveal his hard cock. Man has he grown you thought to your self. You have seen his dick before in nudes he had sent you in high school but u never got to see/touch the real thing.
You snapped out of your thoughts and you licked the tip of his penis. He made a loud groan bucking his hips as some pre come came out if the tip. You being a virgin and the inexperienced person you are you shove your hold mouth onto his dick.
Tom's POV
Y/n tried to shove all if me into her small mouth. "Woah *hic* take it easy now dont want you to throw up" even though i was drunk I remembered she had a very bad gag reflex.
Your POV
I took in what was about 3 inches of his dick and tried to cover the other 9 inches with your hands. It didn't really work because he was thicc and long, but it still got the job done and after a few minutes of pumping him he came right into your mouth.
After you finished swallowing him you thought it was time for you to have some enjoyment. You took off your pants and panties and he lined up his cock with your entrance. He chugged the rest of his new bottle of Smirnoff and entered your tight untouched pussy.
You let out a strangled moan and he waited for to adjust to his size. Once you got adjust you two where going wild. He was pounding the shit out of you and all you can do is give out loud breathe moans. Tom had found your G-spot and made a loud sexy groan. "TOOOOOM" you moaned out when you have reached your climax. As you was riding out your climax Edd, Matt and Tord walked in. And your instincts 'kicked' in so you kicked Tom off you and pulled up ur pants.
The boys just stared at you and Tom tucked his self away. " We leave for a fucking hour and you to are cum buddies unfucking believable" Tord yelled and stormed off. "Whats his problem" you asked pretty embarrassed that you got caught doing it dirty with Tom. "Heh the commie liked you but i had to take my girl before he did". Wow Tord likes you good thing i never i feelings for him besides Tom seems wayyyyy better.
Matt ran up to his room being the innocent child that he is. "Why did it have to be on my couch like seriously guys get a room" Edd said throwing his hands up in defeat walking away to his room. While all the guys were away in there room you and Tom went into Tom's room to continue the fun events.
