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rockstar -t.h

Originally posted by peter-and-mj

Pairing: Asshole!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: based on “rockstar” by Post Malone (feat.) 21 Savage

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: swearing, implications of sex, mentions of drugs, tom being an ass, angst all around

AN: I love this song so much, and I thought about the concept while listening to it, so here it is. enjoy! -s



Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

You walked along the rows of trailers that resided on the set of Infinity War. You were practically beaming past people as you got closer to your boyfriend’s trailer because you were so eager to see him. He had been in Atlanta for a few weeks now filming and you missed seeing him, so you decided that paying him a visit would help.

As of late, Tom had been acting strange. His attitude towards you had completely altered from when you both began the relationship a few years ago. His visits to you in L.A didn’t come as often anymore, but you knew that it was due to his work schedule. He wouldn’t FaceTime you as much anymore, and his calls were down to once a week, maybe even that. But you shrugged it off because you were so hopelessly in love with him, the love blinding you from diving in deeper to his odd behavior.

Ayy, ayy, switch my whip, came back in black
I’m startin’ sayin’, “Rest in peace to Bon Scott”
Ayy, close that door, we blowin’ smoke
She ask me light a fire like I’m Morrison
Ayy, act a fool on stage
Prolly leave my fuckin’ show in a cop car
Ayy, shit was legendary
Threw a TV out the window of the Montage

Your friends tried to tell you that something was wrong, but you never listened to them or did anything about it. They suggested that it was the fame getting to him, but you told them they were wrong. He was busy, you knew that. But it never stopped you from missing him. They even pointed out to you how he would carelessly spend his money on things he didn’t need, like his new sports car. But again, you just tuned them out like usual when they tried talking to you about Tom.

Cocaine on the table, liquor pourin’, don’t give a damn
Dude, your girlfriend is a groupie, she just tryna get in
Sayin’, “I’m with the band”
Ayy, ayy, now she actin’ outta pocket
Tryna grab up from my pants
Hundred bitches in my trailer say they ain’t got a man
And they all brought a friend
Yeah, ayy

You and Tom had been together for so long, he was your rock and you were his. You knew you both could get passed anything if there was a situation that came about. Or at least you thought you could.

Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

You passed by more people on your way to his trailer, passing a few of his co-stars and sending them a friendly wave. Once you reached his trailer, you didn’t bother to knock, you never had in the first place, as he always told you it was unnecessary. You opened the door to his trailer and looked around for him. His trailer reeked of marijuana and sex, which made you question if you were in the right trailer. You saw small amounts of weed and lines of cocaine on the table and counters, but that wasn’t the sight that killed you. It was a sight you never expected to see.

I’ve been in the Hills fuckin’ superstars
Feelin’ like a pop star (21, 21, 21)
Drankin’ Henny, bad bitches jumpin’ in the pool
And they ain’t got on no bra
Hit her from the back, pullin’ on her tracks
And now she screamin’ out, “no más” (yeah, yeah, yeah)
They like, “Savage, why you got a 12 car garage
And you only got 6 cars?” (21)

You saw your boyfriend’s bare ass as he lied naked on his bed in the trailer, a young, brunette girl accompaning him by his side. He was kissed his way up her thighs and you swore you felt the world around you stop. Your eyes had started watering as you watching the scene in front of you, not even realizing your bag was slipping from your grasp until you heard a thud.

Tom turned around and saw you, a smirk playing on his face. “Did you want to join us, darling?” He asked you. His eyes were dark with lust, whereas yours were filled with anger. ‘What the actual fuck’?

I ain’t with the cakin’, how you kiss that? (kiss that?)
Your wifey say I’m lookin’ like a whole snack (big snack)
Green hundreds in my safe, I got old racks (old racks)
L.A. bitches always askin’ where the coke at
Livin’ like a rockstar, smash out on a cop car
Sweeter than a Pop-Tart, you know you are not hard
I done made the hot chart, ‘member I used to trap hard
Livin’ like a rockstar, I’m livin’ like a rockstar

“No I don’t want to fucking join you! What the fuck is wrong with you Tom?” You screamed at him. You watched his expression change from suggestive to angry in an instant. He sat up from the bed lightly and you saw the girl pull the covers over her naked body.

“Then why the fuck are you here?” He spat at you. His words hit you right in the heart. You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you looked at him, completely dumbfounded. He was stood up, inched his way towards you, trying to look in your eyes for some sort of answer.

“Because I’m your fucking girlfriend and I missed you? But obviously you didn’t miss me,” you said, nodding to the brunette, who was just watching the scene spiral right in front of her eyes.

Ayy, I’ve been fuckin’ hoes and poppin’ pillies
Man, I feel just like a rockstar (star)
Ayy, ayy, all my brothers got that gas
And they always be smokin’ like a Rasta
Fuckin’ with me, call up on a Uzi
And show up, man them the shottas
When my homies pull up on your block
They make that thing go grrra-ta-ta-ta (pow, pow, pow)

“You’re exactly right. I didn’t miss you,” he said as a shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. You let out a small gasp and covered your mouth quickly after, allowing another tear to escape. Never have words hurt you more than they had that day.

“You asshole,” you breathed out as you wiped the tears from your face.

“Yeah well it takes one to know one, sweetheart,” he told you, his words dripping in anger. This was a whole new side of Tom you were seeing, and you sure as hell didn’t like it. You didn’t even recognize the person who was starring back at you.

“Fuck you Tom. You’re letting this fame get to your head and I don’t want to stick around to witness the consequences,” you spat at him. You picked up your bang and ran outside the trailer, tears flooding your cheeks. You feet were taking you far away from him. Your friends were right, you should’ve listened to them. But your stubborn ass tried to defend him, which you never regretted more than that second. ‘God why was I to be so stupid?’

Rockstar
Rockstar, feel just like a rock
Rockstar
Star
Rockstar
Feel just like a


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