Tom Holland Imagines

Jealous and stupid ~ 😢

Request: What about tom yelling at reader during a fight and when he sees she started crying he goes to hug her?
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Tom x reader
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The argument had started from just a small question. "Why were you talking so much with that guy?" You and Tom had just come home from a party. Tom had dragged you along as his plus one. You didn't know anyone other than Tom's closest friends, or so you thought.

At some point Tom went to get the two of you a drink, and while he was away, you caught a glimse of an old friend of yours from high school.

"I'm sure you spend more time talking to him, than talking to your boyfriend." The second the two of you got home, there was an unpleasent feeling in the air, you had a feeling Tom was thinking about something, and you were correct.

"And I thought you wanted to spend time with friends you hadn't seen, so I gave you space." You tried to keep calm, but it was hard when Tom obviously was annoyed with you.

"Yeah I wanted to talk to my friends, but that doesn't mean, I didn't want to be with you."

"Why are you getting all worked up over this?" You asked in confusion, wanting answers for what was happening.

"Because you were dancing!"

"Are you mad that I was dancing and having a good time with my friend?"

"You were practically trowing yourself at him." You shook your head in denial, and Tom continued. "Well you can't tell me he wasn't undressing you with his fucking eyes!" He yelled out.

"So this is what it's all about, huh?" You lightly chuckled, and then changed to a serious look, brows nitted together. "You're jealous." You stated.

"I am not fucking jealous! But are you saying I should be? Was there something to be jealous over?" The argument was definitely getting out of hand, and it didn't help that you were both still a bit tipsy, not being your full selves.

"You sound jealous."

"Well maybe I was a little jealous, but you can't blame me, when you were the one acting like a whore, you were almost asking for him!" Tears started forming in your eyes, as Tom yelled into your face.

"I don't know what you saw, but it definitely wasn't me and him." You said quietly, trying your best to hold the tears.

"I know what I fucking saw, and I know that he would have taken you then and there, if I hadn't stepped in! And I bet you would have loved that." You couldn't hold it in more, so the tears flowed out. Tom took a minute to just breath, before he looked back to you.

You had slided down to the floor, tears all over your cheeks, and your chin trembling. How could he say such a thing? How could he ever see or think of you as whore, let alone tell you.

Tom took a step back, looking at you and he reflected over his harsh words, and it broke him. He never meant it, he just wanted you at his side, and seeing you dancing with someone else made him jealous. He wanted you for himself, he wanted to be the only guy in your life, the only one to make you happy, but now he had made you cry.

He slided down besides you, and took one of your hands in his. "Love, I am so sorry, I didn't mean it like this."

"How could you say that about me?" You cried out a question.

"I'm stupid, I was jealous and stupid, that's the answer. I so desperately wanted you by my side, I want to be the only one for you." He tried to explain.

"You are the only one for me."

"I know, I guess I just wanted it to be me you were dancing with. I don't care about the other people, I brought you along, cuz I wanted to have a good time with you, not for you to find someone else to talk to." He softly tilted your head up by your chin, so he could look you right in the eyes. Right in your red tear filled eyes.

"I love you more than anything. I'm sorry for everything I said. I was jealous and stupid, and I'm sorry, I hope you can forgive me, 'cause I can't live without you." He told you as he squeezed your hand and planted a kiss on top of your head.

"I love you too, and I will always forgive you." You said before cuddling into his embrace. He hugged you close, like his life depended on it -which for him it did- and he knew he hadn't fucked up entirely.
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