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Tom Holland Angst

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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.

You just had to look in another direction.

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Hey guys! I’m back with part 3 with my Soulmate!au. I am really sorry about the wait but here you are. I’m so thankful about the responses i’m getting with this series, there is so much positivity and i love that so much! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! Please enjoy reading and please leave any feedbak as that would be greatly appreciated <3 <3

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Warnings: ANgst, heartbreak, not edited

Y/N - Your name

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Should I Stay... Or Should I Go?? - Tom Holland Series

You woke up with a start. Your eyes wide open with fear, your muscles achy and throbbing from the lack of movement. Moving your eyes around frantically, you noticed that the room you were in belonged to no one else other than Tom. Which meant that you were lying in his bed.

You were all alone, in the darkened room with the fan on high as the only source of noise, until you heard a broken sob from outside of the room.

“Tom! Mate you need to stop”

Multiple thuds resonated throughout the house as if someone was punching a wall. Each punch left an echo of pain down the hallway. Your throat was too dry to yell out, your instincts telling you it was Tom who was injuring himself. You wanted to scream, to shout out that you were awake and okay, you wanted him to know that you were here and well alive by the feel of it. God knows what you looked like though. How much time has passed? How long have you been unconscious? You slowly twiddled your fingers to create any sort of circulation in your stiff fingers. You lifted the warm blanket off of you after a few minutes, before quickly noticing that you weren’t in the same attire that you wore on the night that everything had happened. Your eyes ran over the different pictures of Tessa on the pants you wore, assuming that the owner of these pair of pyjamas was Nikki.  

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The sounds of the wall being punched resided, only to be followed by a frustrated yell.

“This is all my fault.. everything is all my fault..” The person shouted, the voice cracking painfully. You could recognise that voice from anywhere. It was Tom’s.

You gasped, your eyes tearing up at the fact that he was only in the next room, a few feet away from you. You needed him, you wanted him to know that you were awake. You wanted nothing but for him to engulf you in his arms and tell you everything was going to be okay. The familiar feeling of your heart throbbing caused you to let out a silent whimper. 

A tear fell from your cheek, your lips quivering pathetically knowing you couldn’t do anything but hear Tom sobbing in the next room.

“She most likely will be dead because of me.. All of this bullshit soulmate nonsense about choosing to live or di-”

“That’s nonsense Tom, you know that’s not true, she would never leave you and you know that. She wouldn’t want you to give up like this mate” Another voice spoke up, the voice sounding like Harrison’s.

You stiffly nodded as if you were there, as if Tom could see you agreeing to every word Harrison said.

“Why didn’t she tell me! All of this could’ve been avoided, what? Didn’t she trust me!” Tom yelled, his voice raw with emotion, the shards of his broken heart spilling out with each word.

“I saw it..” Tom mumbled. 

“See wha-”

“I saw my initials. I can’t believe I never noticed them” he sighed, “Why didn’t she ever tell me?”

“She was afraid Tom.. she was afraid of rejection. You mean so much to her, heck you were her world”

“You aren’t making me feel any better Haz, i treated her like shit, i tossed her aside like she was nothing.. god i’m such a bastard” Tom whined, his eyes tearing up once again.

“You didn’t toss her aside you found Zendaya, your soulmate. She backed away and accepted it, that’s why she kept quiet. You need to talk to her when she wakes-“

“IF she wakes up” Tom interrupted, his voice laced with bitterness.

“She WILL wake up”

You moved your lips to speak, but nothing fell out as if you have no voice to begin with.

You groaned internally, wanting nothing but to be reunited with Tom. You wanted him here, you needed him here. You wanted to take away all of his guilt, Afterall you forgave him long ago before any of this even took place.

“T-tom” You whimpered, the tiniest of sounds leaving your chapped lips before getting lost in the whirlwind of noise coming from the fan. Goddamn it.

Your throat felt sore and raw from the attempts of speaking. You wanted to scream out your frustrations, but you knew it could never happen.

You heard footsteps moving, the noise sounding distant as each step was taken. You shook with fear, knowing that the two boys must be leaving.

“We’ll go get a beer mate, Nikki is in the kitchen so she will be here with Y/N” Harrison spoke up, his voice bouncing off the walls and into Tom’s room. Frantically you looked around to find something that you could use to create noise so that they couldn’t leave. Your eyes fell on your bag that was perched on the bedside table next to you.

You weakly pushed the bag onto the floor with your weak arm, the pain surging through your veins causing you to jolt, your body slipping off the edge of the bed. The impact of your body and your bag falling onto the floor created a loud thud. You cried out silently, your frail body curling into a ball on the hardened floor. Tears welled up in your eyes as you silently prayed that the boys heard the commotion. Your body screamed with pain, your sobs coming out silently wishing that Tom was here to hold you.

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Just as the boys finished putting their shoes on, a loud thud was heard coming from down the hallway. Both boys heads snapped towards the direction of Tom’s room.

“Shit, did you hear that?” Tom whispered, his eyes wide with worry.

Without another word, Tom bolted down the hallway, the fear of something happening to you clogging up his throat.

He reached his room in a matter of seconds, his heart racing at a fast pace.

He noticed your body on the floor in a curled up position, and your shoulders shaking due to the silent sobs leaving your body. Upon hearing the rush of footsteps, you lightly craned your neck to look up at who was at the door. You noticed Tom was standing there in shock, with a worried Harrison behind him. You gasped, the small sound snapping Tom out of his trance. He hurriedly reached down to your level, his arms wrapping around you, lifting you back onto his bed. His heart throbbed at how small and frail you felt in his arms, you felt and looked like a skeleton.

“Darling, are you all right?” Tom asked, his eyes filled with worry and panic as he scanned your face and body for any injuries. You weakly smiled even In your state, the happiness filling your cheeks as your gazed up at Tom, your soulmate.

“I’m o-okay” You whimpered, your voice coming out in broken whispers, “now that you are here”.

“Darling…” Tom whimpered, his eyes watering at the sight of you. His heart was filled with pain as he watched you smile up at him, even when you were hurt. You were a beautiful warrior, he knew that for sure. The guilt was slowly eating him up again, knowing that he was the cause of all of this. He couldn’t bring himself to genuinely smile back at you. He hesitantly moved away from you, his ears ringing with insecurities. He watched as your face fell at his move, his heart cracking beyond repair. He was the cause of all of this, this was all his fault… maybe you were better off without him.

He gasped, his tears pooling and blurring his vision as you moved your arms to reach out to him, your arms weak and shaky. He shook his head frantically, “I- I can’t do this”.

He hurriedly ran out of his room, running a hand through his curly locks, the frustrations eating him up alive. He thought he could handle this, he thought that once he knew you were awake he would do everything in his power to make you happy again, he made a promise to himself.

but now he was doing the complete opposite..

…I will only be hurting her more, he thought.

You watched as he left the room, your heart strings snapping all at once, as the love of your life left you in his room without a second glance.

Harrison stood at the door dumbfounded, as he watched two soulmates break apart once again. He hesitated with following Tom, but decided he was going to stay here with you. Tom was going to be okay, he thought, he just needs time.

He weakly smiled your way, noticing the blank expression you held. He softly sat on the bed, his hand reaching to hold yours, careful not to hurt you. Your lips quivered, as you gazed back into his icy blue eyes.

“You are a trooper, Y/N” He whispered, his hand lightly squeezing yours.

Your lips upturned lightly, silently appreciating his kind words.

Your dull and red eyes blinked back at his, the shock of Tom’s quick exit swirling around in your exhausted brain.

“H-he knows?”

Harrison gulped, “Y-yeah”

“How?”

Harrison’s lips moved to speak before he hesitated, as if the words were caught up in his throat. He sighed, before he squeezed your hand again in comfort.

“That night, when everything started..” he paused, his eyes shut as if he was trying to push the thoughts away, “That night…”

“Harrison p-please tell me” You mumbled, your eyes searching for his eagerly but he refused to have any eye contact.

“You died Y/n. You died and Tom had to perform CPR, hence why he saw your initials because he had to take your woolly jumper off”

“I d-died?”

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Lmao this is fiction so yeah, she died and came back to life. What did you guys think of part 3!? Part 4 will be posted very soon <3

Heyyyaa darl! This is actually quite long especially for a prompt but oh well, i never follow the rules hahah! I hope you enjoy this, i really loved this concept and the angst :3 I didn’t really add much about the girlfriend cause i didn’t want that to be the main focus, cause lets me real Tom Holland is and will always be! Let me know what you think, i love you x

Warnings: Angst, teenage pregnancy (i mean she is 18?)

PROMPTS:

55. “I was a bet?”

72. “The baby is yours..”

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Tom Holland Prompt:

(BTW THIS ISN’T PROPERLY EDITED OOPS)

Your mind was racing with a million thoughts as you sat on the floor of your apartment’s bathroom. What was once thought as just a simple mistake, resulted in you holding a pregnancy test that displayed a positive. You were only 18 years old, a freshman at college who got caught up in the whirlwind of Tom Holland, the campus most popular student and your childhood best friend.

Sighing in frustration, your tears started to well up, slowly falling one by one. You knew the baby was his. You lost your virginity to him, and haven’t slept with anyone else since. How were you going to tell him, when he had a beautiful loving girlfriend by his side, who unfortunately had no idea about the drunken mistake that took place only two weeks ago. After the night spent with him, Tom had made you promise to not tell a single soul about what happened between you two, brushing it away as a mistake. To say you were hurt, was an understatement, afterall he was your best friend.. Heck maybe even first love.

After finally wiping away your tears, you finally came up with a decision to tell Tom about the baby as he was the father and he deserved to know. You slowly got up from your crouched position, your knees stiff and sore. Walking into your bedroom, you turned off the light and got under the covers to hopefully get some sleep after the stressful day you had.

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Waking up with a jolt, you sprinted to the bathroom to empty out the contents from your stomach, the morning sickness quickly taking its toll on you. Your body was exhausted and achy from all the tossing and turning you did during the night, the stress keeping you awake.

After showering and getting dressed, you quickly made your way to the campus making sure to catch Tom before the first lectures of the day started. You were nervous, you haven’t spoken to him since that night, the boy simply avoiding and acting like you never slept with each other for that matter. You weren’t surprised though, you weren’t exactly popular or the prettiest girl out there, at least that’s what you thought. Both of you and Tom used to be joined at the hip, the friendship unbreakable until highschool came around and puberty hit the both of you. Tom found more friends, and a girlfriend, slowly forgetting about you overtime. The two of you occasionally caught up with each other at parties when Tom is drunk and overly friendly.  Running a hand through your hair, you walked towards the groups usual hang out place, where you knew Tom and his friends would be.

As you rounded the corner you hesitated, your heart quickly beating as your hands clammed up with how nervous you were. As you stood there debating with your mind, already regretting the decision of telling Tom about your baby, you caught onto the loud conversation that was taking place.

“Hey man i finally got cash out, here’s the money for successfully winning that bet!” said a deep voice,one you recognised as Harrison Osterfield.

“OoooO what bet?” another voice chimed in, one you couldn’t quite place who it belonged to. Slowly you peeked behind the wall, making sure not to be seen by the group of people speaking. You noticed Harrison, Tom and his girlfriend were all sitting together with another boy named Jacob who just joined the group.

“A few weeks ago, Harrison and Tom made a bet to see if Tom could sleep with Y/N, his childhood friend. Of course my man won” Tom’s girlfriend spoke up, smirking as she proudly ran her fingers through the said boys curly hair.

You gasped, your eyes tearing up at the thought of Tom Holland, your childhood friend using you for sex, as a joke and for cheap money. A whimper escaped your mouth as you quickly spun around, knowing you didn’t want to hear the rest of the conversation. What were you going to do now? How can you tell him that he is a father, when he only just used you for money? He was pathetic, a coward and a man you were no longer going to associate with. As you moved to run away, you didn’t notice a box that was placed on the ground causing you to trip over, the sound resonating off the walls.

The group behind the wall must of heard the impact of your body falling as the conversation dropped abruptly. You slowly got up, your hands stinging and your knees scratched up, the tears you desperately tried to hold in, fell one by one drenching your white button up shirt.

“Y/N?”

You tensed up, knowing it was Tom who came to see what the commotion was. Wiping away your tears, you flung yourself around to face him. Your eyes narrowed at the sight of him, your blood boiling at the thought of what he did to you. You were just a bet, and that hurt more than anything. You didn’t think Tom would be the type of person to do this, even if he was the “playboy” he was known to be. The disappointment in your expression, caused him to flinch.

“I was a bet?” You seethed, your eyes stinging with tears.

Tom gulped, “Hear me ou-”

“No! You don’t get to say anything, please just don’t speak..” You begged, “I don’t want to hear any of your stupid excuses Tom! I know we aren’t as close as we were but how could you use me for money!? This is low, even for you Tommy!”.

You watched as Tom nervously bit his lip at the mention of the nickname he only let you use, the guilt settling in throughout his body.

“Look- i just- i didn’t mean for you to find out or even get hurt. It was only a bet, i-i have an image to maintain, i hope you understand” He replied, slowly taking steps towards you.

You scoffed, “Maintain an image? Tom Holland you are pathetic”.

You turned around to leave, too upset to even continue this conversation. How heartless could he be? He used you for sex, and the consequence was that you were now pregnant with his baby.

His hand quickly stopped you from leaving.

“I’m sorry… i hope you do forgive me one day, i never wanted you to find out. I care for Y/N, even if we aren’t as close as we were, you will always be my best friend” He spoke, his familiar yet foreign gentle voice calming your nerves. Shaking your head, you ripped your arm away from his grasp before sprinting away without another word or a single glance.

Guess i’m going to be a single Mum….

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A fews years passed and you were now 21, with an adorable three year old daughter. After finding out about the bet, you gathered all of the money you have saved over the years and moved to New Castle to start a new life as a single mother. It was lonely and stressful at first, but once your beautiful daughter was born, everything quickly fell into place. She was the perfect girl, sharing both of her parents qualities. She had your hair colour and nose, whilst everything else was a spitting image of Tom.  She always reminded you of Tom, the way her brown curls fell in front her face the same way Tom’s did, or when she laughed it was the same as her fathers. Your heart hurt every time, knowing that your daughter would never know who her father was, because of your decision to not tell him after finding out about his betrayal. During the first few months, Tom tried to contact you in an effort to apologise, the calls and messages becoming frequent when news broke out that you have left town without another word. Gradually, but slowly the texts reduced over the course of a few months, showing his defeat. There were many times where you almost told him your whereabouts and about the pregnancy, but the memory of the bet always haunted you in the back of your mind.

It was a Saturday morning, and you decided to take a stroll through the park that was located only a few minutes away from your apartment. Tucking Y/D/N in her stroller, you began the journey to the park, with a picnic basket hanging loosely off your forearm.

You were strolling along the pathway, a small smile evident on your face as you listened to the loud chirping of the birds as they swooped in and out of the trees. You were almost at the park when you heard a hopeful voice from behind you.

“Y/N?”

Your body tensed up, never in a million years did you ever think you were going to hear that soothing voice again.

“Y/N.. is that you? Please turn around” Tom spoke up, the desperation in his tone, clearly obvious.

Your hands gripped the handle of the pram as your eyes clenched close in attempt to make yourself invisible.

Why him?

Why now?

Why did he have to randomly pop up when you were finally moving on?

You heard Tom slowly approach you, before gently grasping your shoulder to spin you around. Your breath hitched when your gaze landed on the boy you loved, even after everything. Taking in his appearance, you noticed how his face has matured, his body taller and built but still lean. His eyes were gentle and he had small smile present on his face. His hair was still brown and curly, just the way you loved it.

“H-hi Tommy….” You breathed, your cheeks heating up at the sight of him.

“Wh- How- um how are you?” He stuttered, his eyes widening at the radiant glow you seemed to have.

Before you could answer, you were interrupted by a soft cry from behind you. Quickly your motherly instinct kicked in as you hurriedly walked towards the front of the pram, to pick up your baby girl. Forgetting Tom’s presence, you rocked your body from side to side, kissing your daughter’s forehead in attempt to calm her down.

Tom was shocked, his mind not processing what was happening in front of him. Did you have a daughter? Is it yours? Since when?

He noticed how motherly and affectionate you were towards the small girl, your arms holding her protectively as you sung a soft lullaby, unaware of your surroundings.

As the cries subsided, you softly placed your baby girl back into the pram, placing a blanket over the top of the pram to avoid the sun from hitting the sleeping baby.

“I-im so so-”

“Is she yours?” Tom interrupted, his voice coming out more harshly than intended.

Your eyes widened, your voice seemingly caught up in your throat at his bold question.

“Y-yes” You stuttered.

“Where is the father?” Tom pressed, already placing two and two together based on the age the little girl looked, she looked no older than three and four years ago was when you left. He also noticed that your daughter had his curls and the same face structure as him. It wasn’t hard to recognise the girl as his daughter, she looked like the spitting image of him when he was that age. All he needed confirmation.

“T-Tom…he’s not here” You lied, your heart racing and pulsing throughout your ears, causing you to feel a little lightheaded.

“Even after all these years, i can still tell that your lying because you aren’t looking at m-”

“The baby is yours..” You shouted, “She’s yours Tommy…”

Tears welled up in your eyes, afraid of rejection from the man before you. Your shoulders shook, as the sobs fell from your mouth. You were scared that he was going to hate you and leave, but what you got was a smile. Before you could blink Tom embraced you in a hug, his nose pressed against the nape of your neck, slowly breathing in your scent.

“Thank you…” he breathed out, placing a small peck on your collar bone.

I just wanted to thank everyone for reading, re-blogging and liking my She Will Be Loved fic and Not What I Had In Mind oneshot. They are both getting a lot of positive feedback right now which I cannot be thankful enough!! THANK YOU AND I LOVE YOU!!!

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