#Yes Tom hit him with a broken bottle btw

[baconcolacan]

Givin you some Stay AU tomtord stuff!!

Tord’s eyebrow scar is Tom’s fault, it was the result of a particularly nasty fight between the two of them. Tom has felt guilty over this ever since.

Tom’s eyebrow piercing is actually a result of his guilt, he HATES that piercing, any piercing too near his eyes squick him out big time, but it’s a small sacrifice in his mind compared to the scar he gave Tord

[tomhollandisdaddyaf]

Cheater Cheater

Authors note: Tom sees a picture of you and a musician leaving a club in LA and thinks you’ve been cheating, also I just picked that photo of Perrie Edwards as a reference to what the photo would be. Enjoy :)

Tom’s jet was set to land in an hour, at the beginning of the journey all he could think about was getting home to you. Now, however, all he could think about was the photos.

About an hour into the flight, when the wifi was enabled, Tom’s publicist sat beside him. “Tom, sweetie,” she was using her mom voice on him. 

“Whats wrong?” Tom perked up, worried that something had gone wrong or there was a delay in him getting home. 

“An editor from TMZ, a friend of mine, distant friend but,” She held her iPhone close to her chest. “He sent me this as a courtesy, but they won’t pull the story,” Handing him the phone.

“How bad is it?” Running his fingers through his hair, expecting a headline about being rude to a fan. Instead, his heart dropped into his stomach.

TOM HOLLAND’S GIRLFRIEND CAUGHT CHEATING LAST NIGHT IN LA? 

Tom Holland, your friendly spider, may not be the only boy y/n y/l/n is getting friendly with. Photos of Y/N coming out of a club late last night in downtown LA, on the arm of up and coming musician Guner, who was said to be playing in the club that night. Sources say she arrived alone and met up with the musician after his set. 

Tom couldn’t believe what he seeing, it was clear as day, there you were with your arm around another mans arm. 

Harrison replaced the seat beside Tom, “Let’s not jump to conclusions mate, there could be a perfectly reasonable explanation?” Harrison had always taken your side and wanted to believe that it was nothing more than a friendly night with a picture taken out of context. 

“I didn’t know they were friends?” Tom handed the phone back to Harrison who nodded at the publicist. “If she were going out with friends she would have told me,” Hot tears threatened, swallowing them down he looked at his best friend “I love this girl, I wanted to marry this girl,” 

Tom was now seated against the window, ignoring the commotion of his best friend and brothers messing around. Scrolling through photos of the two of you from 6 months ago, the last time you had seen each other. 

YOUR POV

Last night was a much needed break from the stress of finally finishing your senior thesis, now just to kick back and wait 2 more weeks until graduation and you’ll have college degree. Nothing could go wrong, you finally met Guner, your best friends secret boyfriend, who was nothing but a total gentleman last night. You and your best friend had gotten a little too tipsy on free booze and needed to be walked to the car seperately as there was no way he could carry both of you to the car. Not in the stilleto heels you both refused to take off. When it was your turn to be walked to the car, you had enough of a sense not to be caught drunk off your ass, for Tom’s sake, he didn’t need his drunk girlfriend being carried out of a club with her best friend. But today your love bug was coming home, your hair was done in loose waves, faux lashes and a sultry red dress, slaving for hours over a perfect 3 course meal. Tom would appreciate it, a home cooked meal followed by intense love making and a long bubble bath. A bottle of champagne on ice, and a pack of stellas in the fridge, tom’s find my friends said he would be pulling up into the driveway any second now. You heard the front door open and close, perching yourself on the counter, the room only lit by candles, you held your breath as he walked in. 

“Welcome Home my love!” You squealed, you wanted to be seductive but your excitement taking over. 

“What is all this?” He hadn’t looked up at you, looking at the table set with disgust. 

“I thought you’d want a nice home cooked meal,” your voice low and dripping with disappointment, “I made all your favorites,” 

Taking a deep breath Tom looked at you “What is this for? You think dinner is going to make me forgive you?”

“Forgive me? For what?” Walking towards him, your hand landing on his arm, which he pushed off. “What the fuck is your problem? I spent all fucking day making all of this for you, and you’re mad because, what?” 

Tom looked you up and down, a look in his eyes you had never seen before, hatred. “You thought I wasn’t going to see the photos from last night?” 

“You’re honestly pissy because I was drunk last night?” Kicking off your heels, pulling up a chair. “I’m an adult Thomas, I can get drunk with my friends if I want,”

“That you most certainly can, but next time you’re going to fuck someone behind my back, maybe don’t get caught leaving a club with him, yeah?” Tom could hardly look at you.

“Excuse me?” You stood up, marching your way towards him, “And who the fuck am I fucking Tom? Please, oh for the love of fucking God tell me who am I fucking?” Pressing your finger hard into his leather jacket.

“Here,” handing you his cell phone with the photo of you and Guner last night, “What the fuck is this huh?” Hot tears leaking down his face.

“Guner? You think I’m fucking Guner? That’s fucking hilarious, so fucking funny,” Biting your lip, tears now coming down your face, “Fuck off Tom, like actually go fuck yourself,”

“Me? Fuck you! I’m gone for 6 months and you decide to start fucking someone behind my back? Seriously? You think this guy is better than me?” Toms voice cracking, looking down at you.

“YOU LEFT ME HERE TOM!” Shoving him slightly “You left for 6 months, never ever inviting me to go see you, never ever letting me come up. Now i’ve ignored every rumor that you’re fucking someone else,” Turning away from him, you felt your heart shattering, “And you wanna accuse me of cheating because of a photo?”

“If you did nothing wrong, then why didn’t you tell me you were going out last night?” Rubbing his mouth in frustration

“Why the fuck would I need your fucking permission you possesive prick?!” You couldn’t handle it anymore, he had no idea how hard this was on you. “Do you ask my permission when you miss a skype call because you and Harrison can’t fucking keep your hands off a god damn bottle? Should we talk about that Thomas? Should we talk about all the girls on Instagram you follow, so many fucking models Tommy, and we both fucking know I don’t look like that.” Your eyelashes were hardly hanging on now, mascara running down your face. “You wanna fucking check my phone? Go right the fuck ahead!” Throwing him your cell phone, grabbing your keys off the hook, his hand grabbing your arm. “You have two seconds to let go of me,” Sniffling, he complied and you stormed off bare foot and heart broken. 

Left alone Tom sat in the chair, going through your cell phone, a series of texts coming through all at once

> I am so thankful that you met Guner last night, I’m so glad you got out of that house last night, hope Tom loved the food you made for him!

>Ok but, isn’t he so sweet for taking our drunk asses home? tbh, i might love him dude!

>Last text I promise! You’re a babe!

>holy shit i just saw the TMZ thing, are you okay?? dont worry, Guner’s publicist is on it!

>tom will understand so don’t stress and let me figure it out, i got us into this mess, just stay strong n remember graduation is 2 weeks away! you did it!

Tom felt like the worlds biggest piece of shit, looking up at the meal you had made him, back to the texts from your best friend, he fucked up. 

You drove around LA before parking in an empty lot, tears rushing down your face, barefoot in LA, no phone, no money, too hurt to go home, and too proud to go to a friends, you stayed in your car all night crying your eyes out, ruining the red silk in an attempt to clean your eyes when an officer tapped on your window. 

“Ma’am? Everything alright?” His voice sweet and soft, signaling to his partner to join him.

“Heartbroken, but physically I’m okay,” You coughed, looking up at him. 

“Hey sweetie, mind stepping out of the car?” The female officer asked, “We just have to make sure you’re not drunk or anything ya know? It’s LA,” 

“Yeah, but I’m kind of barefoot, had a fight with my boyfriend and stormed out,” You realized how that sounded, shaking your head, “He didn’t hit me or anything like that, he just accused me of cheating on him and I haven’t seen him in almost a year and I tried really hard tonight ya know?” Shaking your head again and getting out of the car, you had the sense to leave your license in the glove box, and after a chat you sat on the hood of your car with the female officer, drinking black coffee at 3 am, telling all your woes to this stranger. 

“Go home sweet heart, go somewhere, LA at night is not the place you wanna be right now, not now,” Signaling to your current state. 

“Yeah, thats probably a good idea,” You both slid off the hood, waving goodnight as they waited for your car to exit the lot, driving back to your shared home, turning off the lights before pulling into the driveway. You could go inside and be confronted again, or you could sit in your car and cry some more, which is exactly what you did. Locking the doors, turning off the engine, you crawled into the backseat and sobbed into the leather.

Tom hadn’t left his position in the dining room chair, except to put away the meal you had prepared, finding a note on the 6 pack;

I LOVE YOU! Please Enjoy this and meet me upstairs ;) btw, yes I am using sex and beer as a way to get you to clean the kitchen but you love me!

Fuck did he love you, and he fucked up horribly. He let you walk out without a word, without your shoes or your cell phone or even a coat. He sat back against the wall, finishing the six pack, no longer able to cry. 

The sun had begun to peer over the kitchen window, illuminating the mess of last night. The ice of the champange had long become water, the candles flame died out, what was supposed to be a romantic reunion was now a painful reminder of what he had just let walk out of his life. Fresh tears threatened his eyes when the front door quietly opened and closed, bare feet were the first thing he saw, dirty and blistered, then the black stained silk, and finally, her. Her puffy eyes, makeup running all over her face, hair in a mess. 

“Y/N?” Tom whispered, praying it was really you and not a hallucination.

“Don’t worry, I just came to change and get my phone, I’ll be moved out by tonight.” She said coldly, fresh tears leaking down her face.

“Angle, no” Tom leapt up. blocking you from leaving him. “I fucked up, I really really fucked up.”

“No shit Holland,” 

“I deserve that, but you,” He took a look at you, his heart breaking, feeling as though he could never ever make the world right again, “you don’t deserve any of this” His hand brushed your arm, but stopped when you flinched at his touch. “I’m not going to hurt you,” His voice was low, pained that he had lost all your faith in him.

“I don’t really know that do I?” You began, shaking your head “Never mind,” 

“where did you sleep last night?” Looking down at the mess of a broken soul that he made, “You look rough love,”

“In my car, in some parking lot in downtown LA for a few hours before the police came and made me leave, then in the driveway,” Tears dripping down your face, but too tired to wipe them away.

“Baby, I fucked up, I really really fucked up,” lifting your chin to meet his eyes. “I love you, I haven’t been good to you, I’ve been the worst boyfriend and I guess I thought you were slipping away from me. I knew I wasn’t being enough and when I saw that photo, I just, I thought that maybe you were,” Shaking his head and pulling your little body into his, your sobs shaking his body, “I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry,” His grip on your body tightening, “ I fucked up and I hurt you and even if you walk out of this door right now and never want anything to do with me, I will spend my whole life trying to makeup for hurting you. I love you so so fucking much, I was trying to keep you away from the mess of my life during filming, I wanted you to be focused on school, but in reality I was being selfish and an asshole.”

“I’m not leaving,” You choked, gripping onto his leather jacket, needing him as close as possible. 

“May I take you upstairs and take care of you?” He asked, looking down at your frail body, your puffy eyes and stained face and neck. All he needed was a nod from you, putting his hands under your legs and carrying you bridal style to the bathroom, your hands pulling on his t-shirt. “I love you so fucking much,”

“I love you Tom, I would never ever-” your words halted by a brief kiss from Tom

“Don’t, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to prove to me,” Setting you down by the tub, slipping the dress off of you, “I’ll replace this,” Running the hot water, adding a bath bomb to it, helping you step in.

“Please, hold me,” locking puffy eyes to puffy eyes with the boy you loved, watching him nod and strip, finding his spot behind you, your head on his chest, silent tears rolling down his face.

“I don’t ever want to lose you,” Kissing the top of your head, Toms hands pulling you into him more, rubbing your hips. “I love you Y/N, I really fucking do.”

Tag list @jkam3327 for giving me the idea!

[joylessholland]

Not So Happy Ending (Part 3)

TOMXREADER

2,331 words

TRIGGER warnings: Swearing, Heartbreak, Slight domestic violence, little blood, 

A/N: So, first I wanna thank the amazing @kingquackdaddy for her help with this part. Another thing is yes I am slowly getting back into writing again, so sorry if you've requested something and I haven't gotten to it yet, but I promise I will try my best. This is the last part of this series.oh and btw I changed my username! ps. go follow my Instagram @joyless_holland 

I CHANGED MY USER SO NOW I HAVE TO REMAKE MY MASTERLIST

[TOM’S POV]

“Darling, it’s me, Tom.” I try again, holding her hand tightly in my grip “I’m sorry…Tom, I don’t remember you.” She says sadly, taking her hand from mine. “Please.” I whisper thickening the lump in my throat. “Tom?” A voice from outside turns my attention  “A moment?” The doctor says holding a clipboard. Standing, I look back once at the love of my life, the woman I failed. She didn’t remember me. There is an empty spot in her mind where memories of us belong. The world is playing a cruel joke on me, and I’ve had about enough. “What’s taking so long?” I snap as the doctor shuts the door. “I told you when she came to, it would take a while.”

 “Two weeks? She remembers everyone, her mother, her sister, even the bloody nurse that treated her as a child, but not me.” The words rush from my mouth as tears sting my eyes again. I’d gotten sick of crying, but I couldn’t help it. “Tom, I’m sorry but…I’ve talked to her mother. It’s time for her to go home. We can’t do anything for her, it’s all up to her and her mind.” Sighing sadly, I look through the small window into Y/n’s room “Have I lost her?” I ask, drying my eyes “The only advice can give is keep trying but even then...beating a dead horse won’t get it to run any faster!” the doctor says with a sad smile giving me a reassuring pat on the shoulder.

Sticking the key into the lock, I turn it with a sigh. In the darkness of the apartment, I make my way into the kitchen opening the fridge to pull out a case of Stella’s. I wander to the couch, turn on a random rerun of “Friends”, and start work on drinking away the day's problems.

After the case is gone, the sun had gone completely from the sky. Stumbling back into the bedroom, I strip down and get into bed. As I reach over to Y/n’s side of the bed, the chilling emptiness shatters my heart. Sleep had become a distant memory without her here. What I wouldn’t give to hear her soft breath and not so soft snoring. Her cold skin when she snuggled into me because I stole all the blankets. Drifting off into deep thought exhaustion takes over.

[YOUR POV]

Looking up at the building you feel like you should remember something about it. “Where are we?” You ask as Tom shuts the car door “Home.” He smiles, holding out his hand “It seems familiar but nothing solid.”

A breathy laugh escapes Tom “That’s a start” Leading you over to the kitchen, you run your hand lightly grab an orchid smelling it. “Your favorite.” Tom says with a smile, watching you wander the kitchen “So is anything coming back?” He asks hopefully as you pass the mugs. “Nothing yet…” You stop, staring at a mug with a pink flower on the front, the handle looks as though it was glued back on. Picking it up, something starts coming back. “Wait, this one!” You say with a smile. Walking over, Tom places a hand on your shoulder. “You haven’t picked that one up in months.” He says with a hint of surprise in his tone. “You sure you don’t mean this one?” He says, grabbing the mug you used every day for coffee “No, this one I…got it from.” Your voice trails off in thought. (ok?) Thinking for a moment, you gasp. “I remember!” You exclaim “What?” Tom asks hopefully as you grab your purse. “I have to go see someone, thank you uh…Tom!” You say excitedly, rushing from the apartment.

Jogging down the street, you turn a sharp corner coming to a coffee shop. Walking in, you see that same mug. With a smile you scan the patrons, coming to a familiar mop of hair you quickly walk over. Stopping for a moment, you get a small flash of a memory.

It was you sitting at that table across from that same mop of red hair, drinking coffee from the flowered mug. When the mop knocks it off the table and the handle breaks off. It was your first date, he still sat at the same table.

“Everett?” You whisper as the man turns slowly. “Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asks standing, staring at you in awe. “I was in an accident, I lost a lot of memories but being here with you just feels right.” You smile as he gestures to the empty seat at the table. “Can I get you a coffee?”

[TOM’S POV]

Grabbing my phone, I dial quickly Y/n’s mothers number. Holding to my ear, she picks up in a chipper voice. “Hello Tom, how can I help you?” “Hey Karen, Y/n was over and she saw a mug. It has a flower on it and the handle broke off. Someone glued it back on, but she remembered something. Do you know what?” I rambled to her. “That mug was given to her by her ex-boyfriend. He went away to school and they could make it work so they parted ways. Is everything ok?” Karen asked, concern in her voice. “It’s nothing.” I lied, hanging up the phone a huge lump forms in my throat. Chucking my phone across the room, I heard the screen shatter. Not only did the love of my life not remember who I was she was out with some guy, probably making perfect new memories of her own. Tears burning hotlines down my face as I crumbled to the floor heartbroken.

[YOUR POV]

“God, I haven’t been bowling in forever.” You muse as Everett grabs the door for you. “I can’t believe we were both back here at the same time?” He says, ordering two pairs of shoes. “It’s so good to see you again!” He says, handing you your pair. “I know! It’s like fate brought us together or something.” You smile as he leads you to your lane. The lane next to yours is a group of children, there for a birthday party. As Everett steps up to the score sheet, he writes down your old nickname he used to call you. “I was really nervous to ask you out today. Last I heard, you moved on with some guy.” Everett says, picking up a ball. “I’m glad you asked me!” You smile as he rolls his ball down the lane, hitting only two pins. He frowns. “Ok, so, I’m a little rusty!” Everett jokes as you take his place. Holding the ball in your hand you rolling it down the lane, when your head spins and you stumble a bit. The worlds seemed to freeze, you could hear your heartbeat in your ear. The lights of the alley flashed and blurred as you scanned the vast room. Your eyes focus in on the birthday party, four children smiling bright smiles running around the carpeted floor. Turning to face you is a little boy, tilting your head you look at his t-shirt. “Spiderman”

The words echo in your mind as memories flood back.

A cold muggy morning, a figure places a tray over your legs in bed. “Breakfast, Darling?” It says as your mind clears, the figures features become focused. Next to you lying on his side stealing a piece of bacon off your plate. It was Tom. His hair thrown around from sleep.

A windy park at sunrise, a happy dog running with Tom jumping and barking as he swings around a rope toy. Throwing it towards you, he races Tessa for the toy, beating him she brings it to you. If dogs could smile, hers would have been the biggest and the brightest.

One single tear drips down your face as the memories of that night come back, none of it mattered now. “Hey, Y/n” Everett’s arm wraps around your waist as you snap back into his reality “Oh… I remember. Sorry, but this isn’t right.”

“What?” he asks slightly shocked. His grip on your waist tightens slightly. His eyes burn holes into your head “Everett, I’m so sorry but I have to go. Tom thinks I don’t remember him and if I do he thinks I hate him.” Rage bubbles up in his eyes, it’s something you’ve never see in him. Pushing away from him you grab your bag, pull off your bowling shoes and toss them at the counter.

The elevator ride up to your apartment felt like an eternity, but when the door slide opens you wished it took longer. Walking down the corridor, you feel the weight of the world on your shoulders. Sticking the key in the lock, you say small pray to yourself. Pushing the door open you walking, the lights are off and the curtains are closed “Tom, it’s me, Y/n!” You call out, pushing the door lightly. “Tom?” You call again seeing empty beer bottles on the ground. Standing in the living room, you spot something in the corner. Squatting down to investigate, you pick up Tom’s phone, the screen was shattered. Had he done this? You needed to find him! Standing up straight, your eyes wander to the large flat screen tv, in the reflection of the black screen you see someone standing behind you. Taking a shaky breath, you clutch the phone in your hand. Turning quickly, you see Everett standing in the dark his eyes full of rage, jealousy, and something else…lust. “Don’t scream.” He says, his voice deep and hateful. “I know that when I went away to university, you were heartbroken. You miss me, I miss you.” He explains, stepping closer. “Everett, don’t.” You plead with him, backing up against the wall. “I lost you once, I won’t do it again,” Everett growls, diminishing the small space between you. Chucking the broken phone at him, you scramble away. Yelping out as his hand wraps around your arm pulling you into his body.

“Shut up!” He snarls, pinning you against a bare wall. “Please!” You yell out, but he covers your mouth before you can call out more. His hand travels to your zipper as you try to squirm away, his hold on you kept you from freedom. The more you squirmed the tighter his grip became, the feeling of his nails digging into your skin made you scream. Tears poured from your eyes when he grabbed your face and held it to his “Stop, crying you know you want this just as much as I do.” He snarled. Breathing in through your nose, you thrust your head against his… hard. “You fucking…” He said, raising his hand.

Before his fist lands on your face, his arm is caught in the air. His body is ripped off yours, but not without a fight. Burning pain shoots through your arm, looking down you see red lines down your forearm from Everett’s nails. Sliding down the wall, you stare at the scene unfolding in front of you, Tom was wrestling with Everett, fighting for you… your safety. Pushing Everett away, Tom balls up his fist and slams it into Everett’s jaw with a loud crack. He stumbles back wiping the blood from his lip. “Get the hell out!” Tom shouts, making you jump. This caught his attention, he rushes to your side, holding your throbbing arm in your other hand. He looks at the blood from the scratches. “Tom!” You warn as he’s pulled away from you. On the floor, Everett lands a punch before Tom grabs his throat and rolls on top of him “You hurt her, you fucking monster!” Tom (?) snarled. Maybe it was the stress, the beers, or maybe just seeing you like that made him snap. His fists came down time after time as you stood and rushed to pull him off. “Tom, please stop!” You cry, shaking hands gripping his shoulders as he pants. Getting to his feet he holds your wounded arm in his hands. “Oh, darling…” The red he was seeing vanishes, taking in your broken state. His strong, protective arms wrap around you. “Everything is gonna be ok now, Love.” He says, glaring at the unconscious body in front of you. Unable to hold back any longer, the guilt of forgetting your true love, shutting him out, practically leaving him for the asshole who cared nothing for you… you sobbed into his chest. “I’m so sorry, Tom. I’m so sorry.” You choked out. His hands rubbed soothing circles on your back. “It’s alright, Love. I’m here.” He presses a soft kiss to your temple.

“That’s badass!” Harry voice disrupting the moment, he gawks at his brother’s bloody knuckles. “What are you still doing here?” You ask shakily, still in Tom’s arms. “Well, I sensed hostility. So, I’m gonna go.” He says with a devilish grin. “I called the cops!” Harry yells from the hall before shutting the door.

After the last officer left, taking the scum bag with them, you sat on the couch with a first aid kit “Are you ok?” Tom asks finally. “Yes, Tom. I’m fine.” You offer a weak smile with a slight chuckle. “I’m so sorry, for everything. For not being here, for not being here that night.” He says a looking up at you with puppy dog eyes “I know, the time to be sorry is over. I’m just glad we’re here now, together.” You kiss the top of his head before dabbing the split on his eye with alcohol. Ripping open a package of band-aids you smile at him “Marry me.” “What!?” You exclaim, looking at him in shock. “Marry me, I love you so much, and hell we’ve been through so much shit. If I have to go through anymore I wanna do it as your husband” he says sheepishly. “You don’t have to answer now but I just…” “Of course!” you blurt out before smashing your lips against his.

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