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Tom Holland Imagine: Jealousy

Summary: You and Tom have a fight over his relationship with Zendaya

A/N: Hi bbies I wrote this with no prior plan and in one sitting so I’m very sorry if you don’t like it cause I was literally making up everything as I wrote it O.O

Warnings: fighting, harmful words


I stared at my phone as yet another photo of Tom and Zendaya sitting awfully close appeared in my tagged photos on Instagram. The caption didn’t help how I felt.

“Tom and Z have been spending so much time together lately… does anyone know if he’s even still dating Y/N? She’s seems kind of irrelevant to him now… can’t blame him though lol”

I threw my phone on my bed and stormed out of the house. I needed air.

Tom stared at me in shock from the couch as he saw me storm past him.

“Y/N? Where are you going?”


“That’s not very specific… and it could be dangerous. Why don’t I go with you-”


Tom was caught off guard by my aggressive tone. He had never really seen me angry before. Our whole relationship was built off of trust so we were always honest with each other which lead to very few disagreements.

“Y/N, love, is everything alright?”

Tom’s sweet tone was all I needed to begin crying.

“No, nothing is alright. But it’s not like you care or notice. You spend all your time with fucking Zendaya.”

“Zendaya? Is that what this is about? You’re jealous? Love, she’s just a friend and a cast mate.”

“Don’t bullshit me, Tom. I’m not crazy and I’m certainly not stupid or blind. I’ve been in this situation before.”

“Y/N, nothing is going on with me and Zendaya! Don’t you trust me!?”

“I thought I did, Tom! But every single picture I see of you two, you’re basically on top of each other and you two spend an awful amount of alone time together. And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd that she takes you to meet all of her friends but doesn’t take Harrison, Jacob or Laura?”

“Harrison was sick and Jacob and Laura’s families were in town! That’s the only reason I was alone with Zendaya that day!”

“That still doesn’t explain why you two ALWAYS have to be next to each other in pictures and why she flew you and Harrison out to New York the other day!”

“Y/N, you’re overreacting. Please stop before this gets blown out of proportion.”

“Yeah, well, too late for that.”

And with that I was gone.


It had been days since I last spoke to Tom. I was staying at my friend Adam’s house. I knew this would probably come back to bite me considering Adam and I used to date, but Tom and everyone else knew we were strictly friends now.

“Y/N, I made some pancakes!”

“Alright, coming! You better have bacon as well!”

“Well of course!”

I giggled and opened Instagram. I noticed tons of Tom’s fans commenting on my pictures calling my things like “whore”, “slut” and and saying “kill yourself”.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and saw I had been tagged in several pictures.

I opened them and saw pictures of Adam and I.

“Oh shit…”

There were pictures of me coming out of his apartment looking rather messy… but it was because I had just woken up!

And then there was a picture of us laughing and eating ice cream, and me with my head on his shoulder while we were sitting on a park bench and even one of him kissing my forehead while we were hugging…

I ran down the stairs and grabbed my purse.

“Adam, I have to go do something. I’ll be back.”

And with that, I was running down the street to Tom and I’s house.

I managed to cut the time it would normally take in half by running fast.

I knocked on the door and Harrison opened up.

“What the hell do you want?” He asked coldly.

“Look, it’s not what you think!”

“Oh isn’t it? Because it looks like you went out and cheated on my fucking best friend all because of some stupid idea you had running around in your goddamn mind!”

“I didn’t cheat on him! Can you please let me in? I need to talk to him!”

Harrison didn’t move so I pushed him out of the way.

“Y/N, stop!”


I stormed through the house until I found Tom.

Oh god, I’m the worst person in the world…

The poor boy was curled up laying on the floor of our room. He was dressed in sweats and looked like he hadn’t slept in days. He was curled up in a blanket with disheveled hair and tissues laying around him from where he had been crying. He was staring at the wall with a blank expression.

“Tom? Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

“Why the hell are you here? To pack your things? Fine. Go ahead.”

I sighed and sat down next to Tom’s body. I pulled his head into my lap and began to run my fingers through his curls. Tom curled into me and began to sob hysterically.

“Why? Why would you do that to me? I never cheated on you with Zendaya. Never. She was helping me, okay? I-I wanted to give you a promise ring. I know we’re too young to get married, but I wanted you to know how much I love you. That’s why I was in New York. She was helping me pick out a ring, and she’s been helping me figure out how I was gonna ask you. And now you’ve gone and ruined everything we had.”

“Tom, I didn’t cheat on you. I know the pictures look that way, but I didn’t. Adam is the only person here I know. He was trying to make me feel better. You know Adam is one of my best friends. The kiss on the head was because I had just explained to him what had happened with us. Coming out of his apartment looking awful was because I hadn’t left the couch in 2 days, and the ice cream was because you of all people should know that nothing makes me feel better than a scoop of cookies and cream ice cream. I would never do that to you, Tom. I love you.”

Tom sniffled and pulled away to look up at me. I ran my hand down the side of his cheek and he pressed his face into it.

“I love you, too. I’m so sorry I abandoned you so much for Zendaya. And I’m sorry I assumed you would cheat on me without hearing you out. I should’ve put everything together…”

“You’re not wrong here at all, Tom. I am. I shouldn’t have stormed out like that but you know how I am. I always need time to cool off or I end up saying really harmful things that I don’t mean. And all your fans were saying you two were together and I just, I got paranoid because I’m terrified of losing you.”

“I’m terrified of losing you, too. God, when I saw those picture of you and Adam…”

“I know, baby. But I’m here. I want you. Not Adam. Now… what was that about a ring?”

Tom smiles and gets up from the floor. He walks over to our dresser and pulls out a box from one of his jean pockets.

“This wasn’t how we had planned it…”

“How did you plan it then? I’ll close my eyes and pretend I’m there.”

Tom walks back over to me and sits across from me. He takes my hands in his larger ones and I close my eyes as he begins.

“Bella Notte playing in the background, because I know how much you love Lady and the Tramp, we’re walking across your favorite bridge in the park after we’ve just watched the sun go down and had a picnic of pizza and chocolate covered strawberries because they’re your favorite… we’re standing on the bridge that Harrison and I covered in fairy lights… we’re standing under the stars… I get down on one knee in front of you and hold your hand… I say to you, ‘Y/F/N, you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I have loved you since I first laid my eyes on you in that coffee shop. I still remember hearing All of the Stars by Ed Sheeran playing in the background. Everything felt like slow motion and I knew in that moment that you were the love of my life. And then you fell in love with me. And I intend on working everyday to be worthy of your love. We’re only 20, so this isn’t a proposal… entirely. But I want you to know that my love for you is real. So I bought you this promise ring, so that you know that one day I’m going to come home and tell you that it’s time. And then I’ll have the greatest honor of all time by making you Mrs. Y/N Holland. Will you accept my promise?”

I was crying my eyes out at Tom’s speech that I could barely squeak out a yes before I jumped into his arms and peppered his face with kisses. Tom smiled and kissed me. When he pulled away he opened the box the reveal the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. Tom slid the ring in to my finger and kissed me lovingly again.

“Well, wasn’t that lovely!”

Tom and I turned to see Harrison standing in the doorway holding up his phone, filming us.

“I can’t wait to send this to Zendaya!”

“Harrison! Why do you always have to ruin the best moments in my life!”

Damon Salvatore-Don’t cry.
Song:Tanya Batt-Attention to Details.

‘Oh boy, please don’t cry for me
Oh boy, please don’t cry for me’

As you trailed your hand along the barrier of your staircase you heard sobbing, coming from your bedroom. You progressed up the stairs slowly, confused slightly by the sudden noise because no one else was home.

You approached your room with caution, peeking around the door expecting the worst. Your heart dropped to your stomach when you saw your best friend Damon Salvatore crouched over on your bed, clutching your pillows to his chest. His hands were turning white as he gripped onto your bedside photo. The one you had taken earlier that year, together.

'Oh boy, don’t you shed a tear
Play her song for me, my dear
Won’t you sing for me, my dear?’

Earlier that week the two of you had argued over something silly, and you had left his house in a hurry. Tears streaming down your face, anger rushing through your veins. He had said some things that had hurt you, and vice verse.

“Damon what are you doing here?"you spoke with hesitation.
He continued to sob into your pillow, sadness filled his eyes.

He got up slowly from your bed, walking over to your record player, still not acknowledging your existence. It took him a minute or two to search through your record collection but you noticed the small twinkle in his red eyes as he pulled out a specific song. It was your song.

Scared of all the emotions this song represented you spoke up.
"Damon? We aren’t doing this again are we?"you sighed, not wanting to argue with the man who meant the world to you.
You still got no reply, he rocked back and forth singing quietly. So you decided to just let him cry and sing to you.

"Fine, we’ll sit in silence until we can figure this out because I’m not about to give up on what we have"you nodded as you walked over to your window seat, bringing your legs up to your chin. Glancing over at the broken Vampire in front of you.

'I have so many fears
I’ve cried so many tears’

The two of you sat in silence for what seemed like hours, the sun had set already and the stars shone bright in the sky.

Damon hadn’t stopped crying, he hadn’t even looked up at you. After a while the sounds of his cries became torture and your worst fear unfolded in front of you. It made you feel sick because you’d never heard him cry so much.

Tears filled your own eyes as he started to mumble angrily.
Something about this was seriously wrong, but you were glad he came to your house with his problems. You were always there to help him fix it.

'We may unflow we vamp in flame
Talk all the things we’d like to gain’

"I’m so sorry y/n"he finally sniffled.

"Hey it’s okay"you jumped up immediately and ran over to the end of your bed, looking the vampire straight in the eyes. It didn’t take long for you to forgive him.

"I’m so sorry that I let things end that way, I was just so scared of losing you to someone else and now I’ve lost you all together haven’t I?"he continued.

"Never, you will never ever lose me"you whispered.

"I also should have told you that I love you, I’m in love with you I have been for years. Maybe it would have changed things but y/n you were my best friend you still are. But you’re also the love of my life and if there is anyway that I can fix things I will"he confessed, pressing the picture against his chest, close to his heart.

You edged closer to him, so that your legs were now touching, not once had he looked at you.

"Damon, it’s about time you told me because I love you too and I couldn’t wait much longer, we will get through this together. I hate arguing with you"you smiled through your own tears.

You were ecstatic that you had both finally sorted things out after years of jealous rages and unsaid words.

'Oh boy, please don’t cry for me
Oh boy, please don’t cry for me’

Moments had passed and you sat alongside Damon, he still cuddled your pillow and he still cried.

"Damon, there’s no need to be sad anymore. It’s okay, we are okay"you nodded, sending him a small smile.

'Oh boy, please don’t shed a tear
Play her song for me, my dear
Won’t you sing for me, my dear?’

The sun had risen again and Damon looked restless, the crying had stopped but he still looked miserable. His hair tousled and his eyes red and puffy. He had replayed that song to you a million times, singing it louder each time.

You still didn’t understand why he was so sad, you had sorted things out. The two of you should be happy now.

Well the truth was, after you had left Damon’s house that Tuesday evening, you had been involved in a tragic car crash. Your car had engulfed in flames at the bottom of a ditch.

You had died that night, you didn’t know.

And here was Damon Salvatore, trying to cope with your departure, your last words to each other were full of hate even though what you felt for each other was pure love and adoration.
He couldn’t see you sat next to him on that bed, he couldn’t hear you confess your undying love for him.
He couldn’t smell your sweet perfume and he couldn’t feel your soft skin against his.

Suddenly you both jumped as the door knocked, you both got up off the bed in sync, rushing to the front door together.

"Aren’t you going to open it? It’s probably Stefan looking for you I mean it has been a whole night"you smiled sadly.

Damon reached forwards and swung the door open.
Revealing Stefan, Caroline, Bonnie and Alaric.
They piled into your house, all looking just as miserable as Damon.

Although Bonnie had a look of hope on her face.
"How are you holding up?"Stefan brought his brother in for a hug.

"He isn’t, look can someone tell me what’s going on?"you blurted out from behind the group.

"I’ve found a way to bring her back, I’ve found a way to bring y/n back from the dead"Your witch best friend revealed quickly.

Your whole world stopped around you as the information sunk in.
You were dead?

Part 2???-I appreciate feedback❤️


Request: Hello, I really love your writing!! And I also really miss Matt the radar technician! So I was wondering if you can write a modern!matt where the reader and him are close friends that have feelings for each other and she sticks up for him bc he gets picked on. Idk something like that. But yeah! You always know how to make your stories amazing! Thank you!!

A/N: I’m so glad I received Matt requests bc I miss that son of a bicth……thank you, anon, for the request! Enjoy :) [gif not mine]

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Matt was, what you called, your average ‘nerd’. His glasses were as big as his head, the silver rims and thick lenses that hugged his nose. His attire was always neat and in place–although the opposite went for his bright blond hair. Now that was a mess. It was hard to keep the curls looking nice. Brushing them weren’t an option and neither was jelling it, so he let it be.

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I flipped over in bed, burrowing myself deeper into my thick blanket. It was a cold night and even with flannel pj bottoms and a long sleeved shirt, I was still chilly.

Pounding on the front door had me jumping out of bed. Taking the gun from my nightstand, I made my way down the hall.

3 figures stood on my porch. 2 held each other while the other knocked rapidly.


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