a.n. okay so this is an idea I had randomly and it’s so cute in my opinion lmao. I really hope you all like it because it’s like a baby and stuff. i love you all, enjoy
pairing. bestfriend!boxer!tom holland x reader
warnings. fluff, injuries, swearing, soft tom
It’s a certain kind of feeling to have someone knock on your door at 2am. Dread washes over you and you’re confused, anxious, maybe even a little scared. I couldn’t begin to tell you what ran through my head the moment I heard it. I wouldn’t be able to tell you why I was awake at that time either. I guess in hindsight, it didn’t really matter what was going through my head at the time, only what happened next.
“Tom?” It was a surprise to see my best friend since childhood behind that door, harbouring a guilty smile, a busted lip, and a black eye. A sheepish chuckle left his lips and a heavy sigh left my own as I stepped to the side, opening the door a little wider for him to enter. I looked over him in curiosity, this was nothing like Tom, to show up like this.
We were silent in the first few minutes as we got situated. He sat in one of my dining room chairs as I walked to the bathroom to grab my first aide kit. Knowing me, I always had to have it full with supplies, seeing as the stairs up to my apartment floor were not the kindest. The situation at hand was so different then the usual skinned knee or scrapped shin, placing butterfly stitches on my friends brow, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut any longer.
“You gonna tell me what happened Holland?” He shifted in his spot a moment, almost uncomfortable. I sighed. “If you were gonna be so silent, why didn’t you go find Haz?” It really was strange that he would show up on my doorstep like this, seeing as issues like these were more of Harrison’s forte.
“”as a date.” His sentence was short and seemed to only fuel the fire of annoyance that sat in my stomach. I rolled my eye, going over to my freezer and pulling out an icepack and passive aggressively wrapping it in a towel and throwing it into his lap. He caught it with raised brows because he knew I was aiming for him. “C’mon love, no need to get violent.” He tried to crack another smile, another one of his damn smiles that I couldn’t help but drool over. But I snapped out of it, turning my back on the boy. I was upset. I was upset. I was upset.
“Save it Holland!” I snapped, accidentally yelling when all I had planned to do was raised my voice, give him a shock. And I guess yelling did the job, based on the look that stained his face anyway. I took a breath, going back into the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. It’s not like I would be going back to sleep at this point. “You can’t just waltz in here with the shit beat out of you and no explanation to go with it. I’m starting to get worried Tom!”
It was a kind of stress put on my shoulders whenever he would get himself hurt, it wasn’t very hard. But this seemed to take it to a whole new extreme. Because he may not be saying anything, but I can see him flinch when he moves his torso. He of course, said nothing and I went back to making my coffee. The is, until I felt the weight of his arms around my waist. I could feel his breath on the bare skin of my neck, setting fires at the feeling.
“Darling, I can tell you. But you’re going to be just,” He paused, taking a breath and using it as an opportunity to nuzzle his face into my neck, “So upset with me.” He let out a light chuckle, muffled by the delicate skin. I pulled away. He would tell me, okay. But this would happen my way. I turned around, putting my finger on his chest as I slowly pushed him backwards, into the other counter.
“Alright Holland, time to spill. And I want the full truth, none of your bullshit.” He was so good at lying and playing it off, just cause he could get by with his stupid smirk, those brown eyes that were known to make any girl melt. And for long, I was immune. I had seen those eyes for years, though they wouldn’t be asking much of me. Maybe to do the dishes or help him clean his room. But recently, i felt like i was just another girl swooning.
“Fine.” He said, going around to sit in one of the tall chairs that rested against the small kitchen island. “So a few months ago, while I was at the gym, a guy came up to me, asking me about my boxing.” Of course that’s how it happened. From that point on, a pretty much blocked him out as I put the pieces together in my mind. That idiot has been boxing in the underground. A deadpan look spread across my face as I slowly reached over, smacking my hand against the back of his head. “Ow! What was that for?” All I could do was watch him for a moment.
“Thomas Stanley Holland! How could you be so catastrophically stupid as to participate in underground boxing?!” My voice was raised as I walked around to his side of the island, hitting him on his shoulder a few times with furrowed brows. I was so upset with him, and his stupidity never ceased to amaze me. “You div, you could’ve gotten arrested! Or seriously fucking hurt! Oh wait, you already got your face bashed in!” I calmed down a moment, leaning against the counter as I rested my chin against my fist. “Does Harrison know you do this?”
“Yeah, he does.” Of course he did, Harrison knows everything about Tom. What I couldn’t figure out was why he hadn’t told me, but even more so, why he hadn’t tried to talk Tom out of doing something so incredibly risky. It made me upset, so I did the only thing I could think to do. I grabbed my phone and dialled Harrison’s number. Tom looked panicked, moving to try to grab the phone from your hands, but Harrison picked up before he could.
“(Y/n)? It’s almost 3, why the hell are you calling?” His voice was groggy, signalling I had just pulled him from sleep. But that wasn’t my worry at the moment.
“Hey, Haz, Tom’s here. He’s been underground, care to come?” I heard him curse silently as I looked at Tom, who looked away with a guilty look.
“He’s still doing that? He told me he stopped after he broke his rib the second time.” I looked at Tom as he walked away, going to sit down on the couch. He knew, at this point, he was in for something. I sighed.
“You know what? Never mind. I’ll take care of him tonight. Come by tomorrow morning, yeah?” I heard Harrison sigh into his sheets.
“Sounds good. I know he’ll listen to you. Maybe now you should tell him.” I blushed slightly, I knew what he was on about. The small crush I seemed to have developed.
“Whatever, I’ll think about it. Goodnight Harrison.” I heard him chuckle from the other side of the line as I hung up, sighing once again. I set my phone down and slowly walked over to Tom. I played with the sleeves of my sweatshirt, though I was fairly certain it was one of Tom’s that I had stolen so long ago. He never minded and even if he did, he knew it wouldn’t stop me. I sat down next to him as he looked away from me.
“Tommy?” My voice was soft, all the anger having faded at this point. Sure, I was still upset, but the div was my best friend. He refused to look up at me, he knew I was disappointed. I put my arms around him and slowly laid my head against his shoulder. “Can you look at me? Please?” He still refused and I sighed. I curled into his side and looked forward beginning to mumble to myself.
“You know I’m just worried right? What you’re doing, it scares the shit out of me. Those fights, I’ve seen them go so bad. I’ve seen people die, Tommy… I can’t lose you now. Not like that.” He didn’t answer me but I could feel him shift as I closed my eyes. “I’m upset because I’m falling in love with you and seeing you hurt like this, it’s killing me.” You really didn’t mean to let that word slip, but you didn’t make a big deal about it, hoping it would just be brushed over. But of course, the universe was not so kind, as he pulled away, grabbing me by my shoulders.
“Wait a second darling. Say that again.” I tried my best to push away the blush that inevitably blossomed onto my cheeks. I looked oblivious for a moment as I looked anywhere but his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I don’t think I know what you’re talking about. All I said was I care about you, and I don’t want you to get yourself killed.” I played it off smoothly, making sure there was not a stutter in my voice, making sure I didn’t give myself away so easily. And I thought it was working. That is, until, I saw that deafening smirk.
“No love, I think I heard something different. Just say it one more time.” He was teasing me, I knew he was. There was no way that this was a fair fight, because damnit, he was looking at me with those eyes, he was using that stupid smirk to his advantage. What was he going to do once I said it again? Laugh at me? Leave? Oh gods, it was now or never though, Harrison was right. Even just saying that quickly took a heavy weight from off my chest. I could only imagine what actually admitting it would do for me. So I took a heavy breath.
“I said I love you, okay? Or more so, I’m falling in love with you. Or maybe I’ve been in love with you since we were kids. I don’t really know, because it’s so different from anything I’ve ever felt, you give me fucking butterflies! And I’m not a butterflies type of girl!” I let out a small laugh before looking up to Tom slowly. I was met with the biggest smile I had ever seen from him.
“You have no idea how amazing those words actually sound to me.” He laughed, before shifting and lifting me, so I was situated, my legs resting on either side of his. His hand came up to the side of my face, cupping my cheek lightly. “I am so in love with you, it hurts.” It was like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders fully. He pulled me closer and our noses knocked together for a moment, before I moved forward, pressing my lips against his.
It was like a fire was lit along my entire body, I could feel the sparks where his hands met my waist. My arms moved up to grip the sides of his neck as he moved closer, pulling me into him by the sweater I was wearing, grabbing next to my waist. I was flush against him, but neither of us tried to stop pulling each other closer. There was a moment where I needed air, and he let me go slowly, pulling away.
I looked at him with a soft smile, eyes hazy from the intoxication he gave me. He wrapped his arms around me, slowly laying the both of us down. It was so peaceful in that moment, like everything kind of disappeared.
“Okay, now you have to promise me that you’ll stop this stupid underground fighting.” He laughed, his breath on my ear as chill rolled down my spine. I shuddered, causing Tom to only pull me closer to his chest.
“Alright, deal. I’ll stop. But only because you love me.” I laughed, swatting his shoulder a moment. I began to feel sleepy for the first time that night.
“You love me too asshole.” I muttered out as my eyes closed, a steady smile on my face as my breathing evened. I barely heard him as I fell asleep.
Brusied knuckles, broken hearts→boxer!tom soulmate AU
Warnings→angst, both hurt tom and reader
Summary→when you spend your whole life being hurt by your soulmate and feeling all their pain. You finally meet him and realize he’s not what you’ve been thinking he was.
A/n→ I was gonna make a mood board for this and it was supposed to be out a week ago but here it is now and I’m really sorry!
Soulmates were never suppose to cause pain.
There were some unlucky people in this world who could feel your soulmates pain, mentally and sometimes physically. Some people called it a blessing and said that you were closer to them but others deemed it as a curse.
Your soulmate hurt you every single day ever since you were seventeen. You had the small symbol on your wrist that would match with your soulmates.
Your soulmate hurt, inside and out. Some days you’d wake up with bruises littered on your stomach and face while other days you’d wake up with an intense form of sadness.
You had no idea who your soulmate was or why he was hurting you so much, why he hurt so much. Did he know? He had to know because he felt your pain back. You remember getting so mad at your soulmate for the pain they inflicted that you went off and sprained your ankle. You hurt yourself on purpose to get back at the one you were to love.
“Any new brusies sweetheart?” Your mom asked over the phone as you talked to her for about the fourth time this week.
“Nope, he’s been good to me so far.” You joke. It wasn’t funny, you didn’t know if you’d wake up with a possible black eye tomorrow.
“Is London still good to you? I checked the weather and it’s awfully—“ your mom started again to try and persuade you back to America.
“Yes, mom, London is good. I’ve made a few friends here.” You try and lighten the conversation. You only made one friend and you didn’t even really talk to him, he came and left every now and then next door. Not the brown haired one that full time lived there, the blonde one that gave you soft smiles and warm welcomes.
“You know, I read an article yesterday and it reminded me of you. This woman didn’t find her soulmate and was scared she never will and then little did she know her soulmate lived literally right down the street—“ she started to rable about someone new finding their soulmate. All you really wanted was to find yours but so far there has been zero luck.
Everyone found their soulmate when they were younger. Your sister found hers when she was a freshmen in highschool, your best friend found hers at a college party, your other best friend found hers literally while walking in the park, yet it was nearly impossible for you to find yours.
“Mom,” you didn’t want to hear it or think of it anymore. “I have to go.” You told. You ended the phone call quickly and sat down on your couch for the night. You didn’t want to feel the sadness linger around you again and this time you couldn’t figure if it was you or your soulmates.
Bruised knuckles, broken hearts, prickled tears, are what made up tom.
Tom punched the punching bag trying so hard to push the thought of his soulmate out of his head. It was now reaching 8:30pm and tom was one of the only men left in the gym.
“Tom, mate, maybe you should go home? Eat something?” Harrison set down another water bottle for tom.
Tom stopped his actions and took a seat down on the bench. He shook his head at his best friends remark and took a sip of his water.
“You’re only making it worse for her tom.” Harrison told the boy who had his hands low.
“Yeah well if she wants to make it stop she should come and find me.” He gets up and starts up again. He wanted to find you so badly, to hold you, marry you, start a family with you. He’s waited for the longest time but now he got lonely and he’s upset about you.
He’s upset with the amount of weddings he’s gone to this year, upset with the amount of Facebook posts about his friends finding their soulmates, upset with his mothers commentary about whoever you were.
“Tom, I’m serious, go home.” Harrison gave his friend a stern look. Tom stopped and looked At Harrison who had his jaw clenched and his eyes deeper shade of blue.
“Why do you care so much—“ as he was about to make another rude comment Haz shut him down.
“You’re hurting her. You told me when we were little you could feel her pain, so that means she can feel yours. Mentally and physically, you’re hurting her tom you need to stop.” He told his friend who had glossed eyes now.
“Fine, I’ll go home if that makes you happy.” Tom unwrapped his wrap and patted his face with his towel. He picked up his gym bag as Harrison waited for him.
“You’ll find her, I know you will.” Harrison told his friend as they were one of the last two to leave the gym.
The two got into Harrison’s car where Harrison’s pregnant soulmate awaited. They were perfect, happy, never not excited to see each other. He had found her two years ago and they had married About spring time last year.
“Hi Tom.” She spoke to tom who sat in the back seat.
“Hey.” He mumbled back out. Haz spoke something to the girl to tell her that he wasn’t in the mood. She looked at him in her rear view mirror and gave him a soft smile before approaching his complex.
“Bye tom have a good night.” Harrison spoke to his best friend who nodded and smiled back before giving them both a Goodnight.
“I’ll be over to watch the game.” Harrison said and tom presses his lips into a fine line and smiled.
“Bye Haz! Bye Olivia!” He waved to them as they both drove away.
Tom dragged himself back up to his flat. He wasn’t fond of being home alone and that was another reason he couldn’t wait for a soulmate, he couldn’t wait for someone to cuddle with at night. He couldn’t wait to look forward to coming home to someone who loved him and he loved.
“Shit!” He cursed himself as he searched for his keys but couldn’t find them in his bag. He didn’t want to make a scene and crawl up though the fire escape but he also didn’t have anything to unlock his door with.
You heard the boys mumbled though your door and thought it was a perfect time to give him the mail you’ve collected within the past week you’ve lived here. You could hear his dog bark though his door and him yell at the poor animal to be quite.
“Hey,” you step out with the stack in your hands. You’re wearing nothing but sweats and an old college hoddie that once belonged to your dad. “I Uh…I have your mail, Holland right?” You handed him the stack and he took it. He wasn’t in the mood and you immediately felt bad.
“Yeah.” He nodded. “What happened to your hand?” He asked seeing the bruises go straight across your knuckles. They oddly resembled his.
“Oh, nothing, moving I guess.” You softly smile as you didn’t want to tell him your soulmate was crazy and got hurt all the time. “(Y/n) by the way.” You told him and he nodded.
“Oh,” he looked at you up and down trying to lighten up a bit. You looked beautiful, who ever had You was beyond lucky. “Tom, but you already knew that. And uh…Ice does wonders.” He suggested.
You looked at his door then back at him.
“Are you locked out?” You asked and he nodded.
“Yep, you got a bobby pin or something i could use?” He jokes and you shake your head.
“No, but you could just stay at my place for the night? I know we just met and all but um…that cut looks pretty bad and I could clean it up for you. My mom was a doctor so I know all about—“ before you could ramble anymore he cut you off and smiled.
“Yeah, That’s be great. Oh and the cuts fine it’s been that way for a week.” He took your offer. He wanted to know more about you, you were so beautiful in his eyes and was bold enough to come out and talk to him. Normally at this state girls either wanted to jump toms bones or stay away from him.
Tom followed you back into the small flat. It was smaller than his and the unpacked boxes didn’t help with his small it was.
“How do you like it here?” He asked trying to start a conversation.
“It’s good, people are different here I guess but it’s all a new start for the good.” You tried to smile. Nothing was going as planned but it has only been a week and you didn’t want to go back to America.
He felt something different about your atmosphere, he felt like he knew you his whole life. He kept trying to get a glimpse of your arm to see if he can see the symbol under your sleeve.
“So uh, did you just come back from the gym?” You asked grabbing two bottles of water.
“Yeah, I’m a boxer, so I train all day until a match.” He takes the bottle from you and tries to see your arm again. Only this time you were first to see his. A small heart that was suppose to mean patience and tolerance.
You drop your bottle on the floor and look at him with wide eyes. You were somewhat angry for everything he’d put you though. You weren’t even sure if you wanted a man who hurt himself everyday as your soulmate.
He looked at you with wide eyes two, he now could fully see your wrist and see the mark. He wanted to pull you in and kiss you all over but he could see in your eyes how you didn’t want him to do that.
“C-Can you say something please?” He begged as you stepped back and sat on your couch. This wasn’t how he thought encountering you would look like. He was scared you’d reject him and then his tattoo would fade and he’d live the rest of his life without a soulmate.
You didn’t say anything though, you fell into his arms and felt a few tears fall out. You clenched into his shirt not even knowing what to say. What do you say when this happens? All your friends jumped in joy and held their soulmates close leaving the rest of the night theirs. You did respond that way, you wanted to let him know everything he put you though.
“I can feel everything.” You look up at him with glossy eyes. “You’re my soulmate and I’m happy, yes, but for the past seven years you’ve hurt me rather it be brusies or I’m too sad to get out of bed and it’s your fault.” You tell him and he grabs your brusied hands from him and kisses them, he kissed each knuckle knowing it wouldn’t do anything but he wanted it to do something.
“I-i didn’t know. I was hurt I didn’t find you and that I thought I never would.” He looked at the way you cried and hoped he’d never be the reason you’d cry again.
You reach up to touch his cheek that had a cut on it. You didn’t feel that but you rubbed it and wanted to make it go away. You wanted to take in your soulmate right now even though you’d spend eternity with them in life and death.
“Tom.” You smiled trying to forget all the things he’d done. “I really like that.” You choke out in between your tears.
He placed his hand over yours and smiled before pressing a kiss onto it.
“(Y/n) sounds perfect to me.” He charmed and you smiled while looking down. His hand found its way to your waist and pulled you close to him. He didn’t even want to kiss you he just wanted to hold you close.
You let both hands wrap around your neck and you allow your face to nuzzle into his neck.
“If we’re soulmates you’ve gotta stop hurting me.” You laugh out this time finding it funny knowing that he wasn’t getting beat on the streets, he was boxing for money.
“I know, darling, I know and I’ll do my very best.” He touched your hair as he rested his chin on the top of your head.
“So,” you came back up and looked at him. “Everything you thought I’d be?” You gave him a cheesy smile and he grabbed your chin and pulled you in for the first kiss.
“More than anything I could’ve ever dreamed.” He let your head fall back onto his shoulder where you would stay for a few more minutes.
Tom couldn’t wait to protect you, hold you, spend endless nights with you, start a family with you, he couldn’t wait for any of that. Right now he had you and that’s all he’s been searching for, you’re all he’s been searching for.
“The blood’s just from a nosebleed; don’t worry about it.”
“No matter how bad things get, I’ll always be here for you.”
Warnings: minor cursing
Word Count: 1k
Author’s Note: This was a request, feel free to send in some.
The sound of your phone ringing made you jump in surprise causing the line you were currently sketching to waver off its mark and you sighed with frustration, rubbing it out roughly and blowing away the excess rubber. You reached over to your phone, trying to suppress the yawn that was building inside you.
“Hello?” You asked once you managed to answer the phone. Muffling on the other line made you sit up straight at your desk, carefully moving your sketch pad out of the way. “Hello?” Again, there was no answer. You looked at the caller ID, confused when Tom’s name was plastered across the screen. “Tom, are you messing with me?”
“You got me.” His voice was hoarse and deeper than usual but it made your insides flip because it was exactly like his morning voice except it was nearing midnight now. “What are you doing awake?”
“I was sketching. Why’d you call if you thought I’d be asleep?”
inspired by tom looking hot as fuck while boxing (gif credit to tomhollanddaily)
warnings; lots of cursing, plenty of smut and also tom just being his hot self
disclaimer; i do not own tom, this is all my imagination.
Tom decided he wanted to take up boxing as part of his training for Spider-man, and he knew you were a skilled boxer - you’d been training for 8 years and had plenty of ring experience - therefore asked if you would spar with him, when he wasn’t training with his personal trainer. Of course you agreed, but you were very cautious as you never wanted to hurt your boyfriend. A few weeks, and many personal training sessions at the gym later, Tom brought up going to the gym with you for a little spar, which you agreed to with a smile.
a/n: here we go!!!! i’m still a bit nervous about this but all the feedback on the teaser was amazing, thank you SO much. i hope you all love it as much as i do! —and a huge thank you to those of you who took the time to proof read some of it 💓
warnings: mention of bruises / pain,a few curses, angst, uhm tension !!!!!
Never back down.
No matter what he’s up against or who tries to stand in his way, never leave without a fight and never ever let them see him weak. It was the only three words Tom had lived by his entire life and now was no different. Sure, he was about to step foot in the makeshift ring with easily his toughest opponent yet, but he wasn’t scared or even nervous. As he leaned his back against the jagged brick wall, he just felt calm. Even as his best friend tried to talk him out of it every five seconds. Tom just kept looking down at his hands, focusing on taping up his bruised knuckles, the black and blue patches barely given the chance to start turning into an ugly shade of yellow before taking on another fight only a few days later. With brows pulled in, he finished setting his hand with a tight wrap, the black strap already working to ease some of the pain as he stretched his fingers, bending them in and then back out.
“I’m serious. Are you sure you’re ready for this one?” Harrison tries again, his eyes locked on Tom’s wounded hands that after tonight would only look worse. “This guy’s no joke.”
A blurb where you and boxer!tom are neighbors and there’s tons of sexual tension but you guys always love to annoy each other and one day he’s working out and blasting his music so you go knock to yell at him and instead he’s all hot and sweaty and he calls u out for staring at him
Your neighbour was hot, yes, but he was also loud and cocky and kept you up at the earliest hours of the morning. He had friends over more often then not that’d knock on your walls at the worst times and he happened to never take his trash out.
You only ever saw each other if you were going somewhere or coming up– aka racing up and down the many sets of stairs or if you were at the coffee shop down the road because for some reason, you both happened to go to the same one. Only Tom knew that he went to that one purely because you went there. He’d show up with the hopes of seeing his neighbour and when he didn’t? he was filled with all kinds of disappointment.
boxer!tom x osterfield!artist!reader series ❈ COMING SOON
summary: An underground fighter, caught up in his own world of darkness and his best friend’s sister, an artist who radiates color. She’s the light he’s always needed but doesn’t want to admit it and maybe she shouldn’t love him. Because a heart of gold deserves better than one drenched in poison.
a/n: just a small teaser of my first series!!!! i’m honestly so excited about it but also really nervous, so please be patient with me okay? all parts will be different lengths but probably won’t exceed 2k words because i don’t want to push myself. either way it’s going to be VERY angsty and dark and might hurt but i hope you all will love it as much as i do!
feedback on this would be greatly appreciated 🖤
based on the song “heart like yours” by willamette stone (from the movie ‘if i stay’)
“H-how do you do it?” Tom asks, voice coming out as a broken whisper as he sits on the edge of the bathtub, fumbling with his own fingers as hers gently graze the wounded areas on his face. At the edge of his left brow, between them where his nose had once again been broken, and the black around his eyes that continued down to his jaw. None of it really hurt. He had spent too long getting used to the pain that came with what he chose to do for a living and somewhere along the way he began to welcome it.
Her eyes bore into his, overflowing with warmth and confusion until she notices the way he’s motioning his hand at the marks scattered on his face and along his shoulder. She giggles for a second but not because she found any of this funny. It was that he still seemed to have no clue how he made her feel and if he did, he tried hard to push it away.
“I’m serious, Y/N. How can you sit here after what you just saw… after what I did, and not run. You should be terrified.” Tom’s faces falls, lips curving down as he focuses on her hands that are now in her lap, picking at a loose string on her ripped jeans.
It was all she said for seemingly hours until her head lifted back up and she gazed at him through her long lashes. But he noticed the way her shoulders rose up and then fell, faster with each breath in. Her soft touch steadied on his skin, thumb now running along his cheekbone as gently as possible.
“I’m not, Tom. I’m not afraid of you… but I am terrified of the way that you make me feel.”
boyfriend boxer tom dating super sweet and innocent reader and is really soft around her so everyone's all confused. And he teaches her how to box because she's interested in it? a concept 🙌🏻
You and Tom arrive at the gym, his hand holding yours and his gym back slung over the opposite shoulder. You’re both dressed in workout clothes, ready to start your day. You’ve been watching Tom box for months now and it’s sparked your interest to try and learn. And the boy is all sorts of excited to teach you but it did catch him off guard when you’d asked.
The house is quiet. The T.V. has been long forgotten as you fidgeted with your phone. The later it got the more you worried. Tom said he’d be home an hour ago after he finished his match. You would have usually gone and watched, but you needed to get your work done and Tom had assured you that the match wouldn’t be no big deal. Yet, every minute that went by you worried that something terrible happened.
Did the match go badly? Was he out drinking his anger out? Did he get knocked out cold? Maybe he’s in the hospital and you didn’t even know. Of course, you were his medical contact, but sometimes fear got the best of you. You were seconds from calling the police when you heard Tessa get up from the bed and scratch at the door. You heard Tom enter the house and drop his gym bag on the ground with a harsh thud. Tom doesn’t call for you from the foyer so you stay in bed and wait for him. You would have usually greeted him but he sounded upset and the best thing to do when Tom is upset is to let him come to you.
The door opens slowly to reveal the broken figure that was Tom. His lip is puffy and there’s a split in the top lip. He’s covered in scratches and half done stitches. He looks like he’s been through hell and you can tell he needs you. Tom drags himself to the bed, throwing himself around your bottom half and sighing into your legs.
“I’m so happy you’re home.” You say as your play with the knotted curls on his head. “Did it go badly?”
He nods and kisses your knee before speaking, “He knocked me out. I was unconscious for seventeen seconds.” He pauses and then looks up at you, “Harrison was going to call you.”
You would have been annoyed that you weren’t called if Tom wasn’t so upset. He was curled around you like a child, his face rubbing against the skin of your legs and leaving kisses on your knees. You tilt his head to look at you and dragged your soft fingers around his cheek.
“We don’t need to talk about it.” You ruffle his hair and smile. “Come up here so I can kiss you.”
Tom crawls up towards you, his calloused hands move over your exposed stomach and you smile. No matter how many scars, bruises, broken fingers, you still loved everything about him. You meet his lips, kissing so softly to not irritate the healing cut, petting the back of his head lovingly. Tom lays on your chest and stills his nerves by listening to your breathing.
“You’ll always be my champ.”
Tom laughs shallowly, his chest still tense from the fight. His fingers play with the hem of your sleep pants as he tries to sleep.
“I love you Y/N.” His voice is drenched in sleep.
Before you can respond he’s already lightly snoring. His body finally relaxes after probably hours of being upset and tensed. You drag your nails across his back to help him sleep better, your face blissful at the sight of your beautiful boyfriend.
Summary: Boxer!Tom and chubby!reader. Tom’s oponnent says some insult about you and your weight and he becomes a freaking beast. His opponent is dead, where is his death certificate, guys? Warning: fat shamming (but protective!Tom will come in the way), swearing, mention of sex and still not perfect english (still working on it guys plus I am tireeeeed) Word count: 621 (more or less)
everytime someone said ANYTHING bad about you in a match it was end for the opponent
he was dead
you weren’t exactly skinny but Tom loved you anyway because you were great and perfect just the way you were
and he loved to play with your bum
he used it as a pillow or drums and he loved to squeeze it
he also loved your tummy
like, you were so freaking soft
he loved you with every inch of his body and he loved to remind you how beautiful you are when you didn’t see it
everyone knew you were dating and that it was still pretty fresh
at first he just ignored their mean comments
but when there was more and more of their insults the blood boiled under his skin
A/N: I had an itch to do this about a month ago, but Boxer!Tom Night with @tbholland yesterday set me over the edge. Inspired by my favorite boxing movie, Southpaw, so you’ll see some similarities 😉
Warnings: Swearing (always), Angst for days, TW blood (???), TW mention of pain killers
Boxing was our life. It was all we’d ever done. I say ‘our’ because for as long as I’d known Tom, since we were kids, that’s what he’d always been. Even before a contract, even before his name was up in lights, he was a fighter. And he was my fighter. And before you up and judge me for being cheesy, I’ll tell you that the first day I met him was when he punched a boy in the school yard for trying to get a hand up my skirt after I’d told him no.
Almost ten years later and he was still my defender, but I was his, too. It was my job to keep it all running. It was my job to keep him safe from everything that wasn’t a glove. I was the woman behind the man, and when the pressure was on him, the pressure was on me, too.
We took separate cars to Madison Square Garden for the fight. I knew Tom needed to be with the boys right up until it was time, and I didn’t mind. I was texting his mom from where I sat in the backseat. Yes I’d look after him, no Nikki don’t watch it, yes I’ll give him your love.
This was a big fight. He’d been undefeated for so long, there was a lot riding on tonight. The town car pulled into the back entrance and I got out, pulling down the hemline of my dress. I passed security confidently —they knew I was coming— making my way to the back room where they would be prepping him.
I knocked on the door, trying to suppress my own jitters. The door opened and Tom’s coach, Yousif, greeted me.
“Hi, beautiful.” He kissed me on the cheek.
“How is he?” I asked, glancing across the room. I could see Tom sitting on the edge of a table with his headphones on, looking down at the ground with intensity.
“I think we’ve got him there. I think he’s ready. But you gotta seal the deal, you know how he is.”
I nodded. He’s anxious. He always was. It was 20 minutes until start.
“I need a minute.” I said to Yousif.
He clapped his hands together, “You got him, Queen. Hey boys!” He called over to the handful of Tom’s friends, milling around the room. They knew it was my time.
Harrison was his cutman tonight, so I made sure to pull him aside as he walked toward the door.
“Watch that left brow, Haz. That’s where it always starts.” Harrison held up some bandages already with him and put a hand on my shoulder, “He’s gonna be fine. He’s ready.”
The door closed behind me and Tom still hadn’t looked up. That was normal for him, he was in a trance. I approached him from across the room, my heels clicked on the concrete as I pep talked myself in preparation to pep talk him.
“Hey.” I prompted, stepping into his line of sight. He looked up at me, face softening at my smile. I pulled his hands around my waist and slid the headphones off his ears.
“Hey baby–” he leaned up to kiss me. His lips were hungry, but he was the first to break away. He was always the first to break away before a fight. He let me look him over for a minute. I always wanted to memorize his face before he went out. It was hard on me and he knew it, but we both knew this was the only way for him. It had only ever been boxing.
“You ready, King?” I asked, moving my hips like I was revving him up. His eyes were adoring but his face was serious.
“I can do this one. I’ve got him. No problem.”
I bit back a smile. Growing up, Tom always used to say “No problem”, even if the kid he was about to fight was twice his size. That happened a lot, when we were kids. But this wasn’t then. This is what he trained to do. He needed this win.
And in that moment, I knew he didn’t need to hear it from me, too. So I scrapped my speech, all the words about his mum worrying and the crowd cheering, and just pulled him to my forehead.
“Don’t get hit too much, ok?” I whispered.
I was seated front row next to Harry, who was periodically leaning over and promising me Tom was ok. But I wasn’t so sure that he was ok. It was like he was a newcomer in the ring, a baby in comparison. I needed to stop that line of thinking.
“Guard your fucking eye!” Yousif was screaming.
“Why is he taking so many punches?” I whispered to myself. Sure, Tom was getting the hits in, but he was hardly defending. Blow after blow went back and forth between the two of them, blood was running down his face and I was biting the insides of my cheeks to keep myself from screaming, too.
The bell rang and Tom collapsed in the corner, Harrison on his face in an instant. Yousif crouched down in front of him, yelling instructions. Tom looked tired. It was heading into the tenth and he still hadn’t finished this.
Over the noise of the crowd, I could hear him saying “I know I know I know. Fuck! I know.” He squeezed his eye shut as Harrison fixed him up as best he could. I couldn’t hold my tongue anymore.
“Tommy!” I shouted, his head immediately snapping in my direction. I threw my hands up in confusion. “Knock him out, babe!” He was breathing hard and he didn’t say anything, but I knew he felt my words in his core. The bell rang and he flew up.
Right hook, bob, cross, fall back, one-two punches. A left corkscrew put him bleeding on the canvas. The referee got to the count of six and he was up again, coming back fierce. He ducked and jabbed and weaved his way around the ring, keeping off the ropes. But he was still getting hit, a significant amount.
“Fuck.” Harry hissed. “Come on, Tom.”
Then something changed. I could see it through the blood running down his face. Like he was just sick of it. In a flamboyant fashion, he landed a series swings and with one final blow and the longest count of 8 I’d ever endured in my life— he won.
The stadium exploded and all the guys around me screamed and shook one another as Tom’s fist was raised high in the air and models surrounded him and a belt was placed in his hands. It was everything we wanted, but I felt sick inside. Cameras flashed on me as Tom turned in my direction and blew me a kiss. I beamed as bright as I could fake and then was whisked backstage to the prep room to wait for him.
The aftermath was always a flurry. Everyone shouting, trying to keep the loser away from the winner, press settling in for the post-conference. I couldn’t stand to sit out there on his panel tonight, so I waited and watched on the television screen.
He looked like absolute shit. Harrison had done his best and Tom obviously had to check out with the fight physicians, but I swear the other guy had about beat his face in. I could only imagine how many bloody towels were sitting just off camera.
Tom smiled bright as he was peppered with questions about his come-from-behind win. He laughed as reporters teased him about getting beat up pretty good. And he shrugged nonchalantly when asked if he’d take on another challenger in the next couple of weeks.
After the news conference ended I could hear the boys all coming down the hall. When the door opened, Tom came trudging through. He looked worse in person, his exhaustion a clear physical weight on his shoulders. He managed a dopey smile at me.
“Hi Princess.” He extended an arm for me to come near, and I reluctantly did.
“I think you’re going to need another shower before we leave here.” I mumbled into his shoulder. He kissed my hair over and over, so happy with himself.
“Can’t hit the town smelling like a winner, eh?” He teased.
I stepped back and stared at him.
“You aren’t honestly thinking about going to the after parties, are you?” I glared over and Harrison and Harry, who both avoided eye contact.
I frowned at Tom as he tried to sway me, “Come on, love. We won! It’s going to be fucking wild. You can join me for this second shower, if that’d help.” He winked as best he could with his tortured face, and Harry made some type of choking sound. Harrison was used to it.
I shook my head at him, feeling my frustration rise. He needed to go home. He needed to rest. We needed to talk.
My wishes were unsurprisingly ignored. Tom was always susceptible to peer pressure, and with the guys rehashing the fight play by play, bolstering his ego like it was their job, of course he was going to want to celebrate.
We were lead out a main exit where a massive crowd lined the barricades, and flashes of cameras made my vision spotty. Security kept close and Tom clutched my hand as we made our way to the car, and then to the party.
Once we had arrived, he sat proudly next to me, his hand never leaving my thigh, inching his way up it, in fact. My skin tight dress felt suffocating as I sat silently, counting down the minutes until the night was over.
Finally, well after midnight with the party still raging, Tom turned to me.
“Ready to go, Princess?” He was definitely a bit buzzed, but not smashed, and I thanked God for that. I needed him coherent.
Our ride home was silent. The boys were gone, the cameras were gone, and his hand on my thigh was gone. I could see in the faint light that his jaw was set, and he wouldn’t look at me. My stomach twisted with anxiety, but I hardened myself. There was a fight coming, and we both knew it.
After the car pulled into the driveway, he made no effort to open the door for me, a gesture he rarely skipped. Instead, he walked straight into the house and left me trailing behind on his heels.
“Don’t do this to me.” I called to him as we jogged up the stairs. I could see him wince even ten steps ahead of me, and it wasn’t from my words.
“Do what?” He yelled back, heading to our room. “I couldn’t possibly understand what the problem is here.”
“Don’t make me look like I’m nagging and crazy! You know why we have to talk!”
We were in the bedroom now, Tom grunting as he pulled his shirt over his head, grabbing a bottle of pain killers.
“What happened out there tonight?” I motioned out the window.
“Baby, I won. That’s what happened.” He still wouldn’t look at me, instead bracing himself on the edge of the bathroom sink.
“No, no. You punched the hardest. I don’t equate that to winning.”
Tom’s head turned sharply to look at me now, his face disgusted, his already fat lip pouted out even further, “I spend years being the underdog and now I’m finally making it and you’re telling me you’ve got a problem? You’re by me when I lose but not when I win?”
“Don’t fucking talk to me like that, Tom. You are all I care about. You get that?” I was desperate for him to hear me.
“Why do you have to bring this up now?” He spat bitterly.
I could feel the lump in my throat rising, “You know Tom, someday I’m going to have your children, and when I do I don’t want them afraid of their father’s face.” Then, as an after thought I added, “If this keeps up they’ll be lucky to even know their own father’s face.”
Tom looked up at the ceiling, hands running up into his hair.
“Baby, I won! This is good for us!”
“Yeah but it’s taking you way too long to get off now. You’re going to be punch drunk before you’re 25 if you keep up fighting like this.”
He moved towards me, arms spread wide, “What, baby? What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to block a punch now and then. It’s not weak to play defense.” I argued.
Tom shook his head in frustration, “That’s not how I fight.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed, “That’s how you’re going to fight if you expect me to believe that you love me and want to be with me for the rest of your life.”
Tom’s eyes widened at my ultimatum. It felt harsh, but I meant it. He wouldn’t live to see old age if he kept up at this rate. He stumbled over to the edge of the bed and sat beside me, resting his head on my shoulder. His hands clung to me as though I might walk out of the room at any second.
“I can’t lose you. You know I can’t lose you.” He choked out. I felt hot tears running down my arm.
My eyes filled with tears, too, “I am here for you. But you need to know that all these other guys, they’re in it for the glory. The minute your bad days start to outnumber your good, they’re all just going to scatter. When they’re gone, I’ll still be here. I’ll still believe in you. So for my sake, I need you to take a few less hits.”
“Ok…ok…” he whispered, still holding me, still on my shoulder.
“I love you. Ok? I love you.” I turned his chin up to look at me, “We’re in this big bad world together.”
His teary eyes turned to loving ones and he kissed me so hard I was glad he had the painkillers in his system.
Taking his face in my hands, I held him at arms length, “I would rather see you block a good punch then land a careless one any day of the week, you understand?” He nodded at me. He was good, but to survive he needed to smart, not just good. He knew it and I knew it.
“I’m sorry.” He said earnestly, turning to kiss my hand on his face. “I love you.”
“You know I’m proud of you.” I told him intently, standing up.
He scooted up to lean against the head of the bed while I started changing out of my miserable dress. It was quiet for a time.
“You know,” he mused, watching me, “I only went 10 rounds tonight. I’ve still got another two in me.”
My attention turned immediately in his direction and I smiled to myself, making my way over to the bed.
“Tommy Holland wants to go two whole rounds?” I whispered, crawling gently on top of him in my underwear, “With me?”
“Fuck.” He swallowed, looking me up and down, “If I have my way, I’d like to make you go three rounds.”
A light knock came from the front door of her Chicago apartment, the sound bouncing off the walls. She leaned over to look at the digital clock that perched on her night table, just after two. Another knock, she groaned and swung her legs out of bed. She threw a robe over her shoulders and walked silently out into the hall. The street lamps from the street gave patches of light in the apartment, and she used them to guide her feet to the front door.
A blurb of boxer!tom being your neighbor, and he defends/protects you from an ex-boyfriend who comes to your apartment, and maybe Tom hears you two arguing so he goes over to check it out and make sure you’re okay
“Seriously! I don’t want you here now get out before I call the cops.” You threaten with balled fists and a shaky voice. You knew the walls weren’t soundproof but spoke a little louder then necassery anyway to hopefully scare off your ex-boyfriend. However, it didn’t work.
Tom shuffled back and forth, remembering to stay light on his feet, to never stop moving. His opponent followed Tom’s lead, waiting for the perfect opportunity to land a punch so overpowering the match would be his to claim. Tom soon gave him the chance, leaning a little too far left he lost his footing, exposing his cheekbone. The boxer saw the opening and pounced on it, twisting to the side in order to swing his gloved fist across his body. The momentum crashed into Tom, sending him sprawling out to the floor of the mat, unconscious.
Tom blinked awake, immediately tried to get up, thinking he was still in the rink. You chuckled at the look of confusion written over his face, his nose crinkled up and eyebrows shot upward as his head swiveled around the room. His intense hazel eyes softened when they landed on you, a fatigued smirk built up over his thin, pink lips.
You strutted over to him, looping a cool, damp towel around his steamy neck as you gently took a seat on top of his lap. The corners of his mouth bent down, realizing he must be in the room because he’d been knocked out. Tom rarely lost, it just wasn’t something he was accustomed to doing.
“Chin up, buttercup, you’ll get ‘em next time,” you cooed, pressing a short and sweet kiss to his lips. He tried to lean in further to get more friction but you pulled back with a smile. Tom pouted, cupping your cheeks within his rough, blistered palms.
“Babe, you can’t call me that, that’s your nickname,” his voice lowered, tension heating up between the little space separating your bodies. You raised a single eyebrow, tipping in to rest your hands on his chest.
“What are you gonna do about it, buttercup?” you taunted, feeling a twinge of guilt for teasing him after a devastating loss.
“Mmm, maybe I do like it if you say it like that,” Tom whispered, pushing a strand of hair past your ear. You swung a leg over his so you straddled him, his hands burning through your jeans on your hips. His eyes pleaded and bore into you hungrily, eager for your next move.
“Relax, Tommy, and I just might let you have a win tonight after all.”
Summary: a gentle dancer crosses paths with a rough boxer, they end up living off each other making no rules except one, never fall in love.
A/n: this is so delayed and I’m so sorry but people still seem interested in this series so I plan on finishing it don’t worry!
You were back to normal. Everything was going back to normal, you didn’t know if you hated that or if you loved it. Tom came home late and you practiced as if the show was tonight. You didn’t know if this was normal, normal for people to do this then just act like nothing happened, you hadn’t seen it in toms relationships before. You had too many doubts about tom but you kept telling yourself that you knew him, you knew what he would do.
You knew tom was gentle, he was very gentle. He’s one of New York’s best underground boxers and has had many girlfriends but overtime you’ve watched his heart get broken and him soften up. You knew tom like the back of your hand when it came to this stuff.
“You’re home early.” You flop your head back as he slams the door. When tom wasn’t in a good mood, and when he wasn’t made it obvious.
“Yeah, I know.” He refuses to make eye contact, he yanks the fridge open to grab a beer before shutting it.
“We’re setting up for the show, I think the set is coming along quite well, then tomorrow we’re practicing on stage for the last time before we—“ you noticed how aggravated he looked, You stoppped talking as the feeling of your excitement died down.
“Are you done?” He asked you as his eyes were wide with annoyance.
“Okay can you at least tell me what’s wrong?” You asked him getting up taking the ice off your knee.
“Why do you even care?” He rolled his eyes as he finished off his beer, you knew it was an even harder night when tom drank his beer fast.
“Because I’m your girlfriend that’s why I care!” You shout at him. You didn’t mean for that word to come out, you felt your heart beating in your chest as you waited for him to say something—anything.
“Who said anything about you being my girlfriend?” His words burned, you couldn’t figure out why they felt as if you were being stung by a thousand bees at once. Everything was perfect a second ago, everything in the day was perfect and you knew—you thought he wanted this.
You stood there, tears burning in your eyes threatening to spill. You didn’t even notice him walk out of the room and slam his bedroom door. You could hear your own heart beating, you didn’t even feel embarrassed for using the word and then getting rejected, you felt like you were about to lose him and the last thing you truly wanted—even if you won’t admit it—was to lose him. You needed him and he needed you.
You found yourself walking back into your room, you left the television on and lights knowing that you should’ve turned them off to save power and money. You wanted to curl up in a ball, you don’t even think Dana would know how to fix this, you thought calling Harrison would just result in him hanging up and calling tom to yell at him, and you had no one else who you could trust or would even care enough. In the population of 8.6 million people in the state of New York, you had no one. You didnt even feel this hurt when your last boyfriend broke up with you, your only boyfriend to be exact.
You heard the water turn on as now tom was taking his nightly shower that took up all the hot water and steamed up the whole bathroom for about an hour. Your sheets were cold as you laid in them considering the heater was still being the piece of shit it was.
Tom on the other hand hated himself in the moment for saying that. He was stressed, nervous, confused. He was confused. When tom moved in with you he’d spent countless nights thinking about you and your beauty but then believing that you would deserve way better. He wanted to scream at you on the days you hated yourself that you were the most beautiful person in his eyes and nobody will ever compar to you. He remembers the day you came home with all the bruises from dance and he wanted nothing more then to patch you up and kiss them better. He couldn’t do that though, he wanted to but he couldn’t, now he had the chance to do everything he wanted to do to you but then he threw it out the window. He wanted to blame something like his family for turning him into a monster but couldn’t this time. This time it was all on him.
By the time he shut the shower off his phone had read 2:45am, this was normally the time he stumbled in. His sleeping schedule was always off now, he couldn’t imagine himself going to bed at 10:30 and waking up at 9:00. He envy’s the days he gets to sleep a little longer even if it was just for five minutes, he knew you did too.
Curiosity took him over and he peaked into your room, he noticed how you had about three blankets covered you and yet you were still shaking from the cold. The heather still had no help and he’d continue to hear from you about it until the end of time. He wanted to stare forever, your velvety hair pulled up into a flimsy ponytail, he noticed how there was still mascara under your eyes even though you spent thirty minutes on a skincare routine. What hurt him the most is that he knew you fell asleep crying, he made you cry. He felt like his father, the man he never wanted to turn out to be because he made his mother cry.
Tom walked over to your sleeping figure and gently picked you up. Even though you sometimes complained about your weight just like every girl at one point, you were nothing to him.
“Get off me.” You tried to fight feeling the strength of Toms arms around you.
“You’re cold, my room is warmer.” He told you. It was true, his room was warmer.
“I don’t like you.” You mumbled. His heart felt like it shattered just a little bit.
“ ‘M sorry to hear that love.” He sets you down on his bed, his sheets were better you weren’t going to lie, you loved his bed and on nights you knew he wouldn’t be back you’d sleep in them.
“I’m serious Tom,” you sit up now rubbing your eyes and running your fingers though your hair. “You throw a huge fit like a teenage girl on her period then you bring me to your bed to what cuddle? I don’t understand, I literally don’t. We’ve known each other for three years and you have sex with me, tell me you love me, say you don’t regret anything, then I try and tell you about my day but then stop to try and ask what’s wrong and you tell me I’m not your girlfriend. I’m confused tom! If you wanted to fuck me once then go back to your speed dating games then go ahead it’s not like I fucking care.” You did care though, you cared a lot. If he didn’t say the right words then who knows what this might all be.
“I am too. I’m confused too.” He swallows. “Look I know this is cocky, but I only am use to girls wanting to go out for a while then not caring.” He tells you and you grab his hand to pull him onto the bed with you.
“But I care about you, I’m willing to try with you and That can only happen if you are willing to try with me too.” You tell him, you want him to know you want him.
His free hand goes to your face and pulls you into him. His kiss was eager, he wanted to let you know how he felt all in one kiss.
“Can we go to sleep now? I don’t appreciate you waking me up two days before show.” You rub your eyes again, a small smile comes over his face as he nods and lays you down on the bed. You don’t have time to cuddle into him, once your head hits the pillow you’re out. He covers you up with blankets and pulls you close to his body, his face against the back of your neck and his arm wrapped around your waist. He wanted you so badly but he just didn’t know how to properly ask for you.
So can I have a imagine where you’re mob!tom’s side chick but you don’t know you are until his wife walks in
You sat on Tom’s lap at his desk, straddling him. Your fingers ran through the curls at the back of his head, twisting it around your index finger and then letting it unravel into a small and bouncy curl. His hands roamed your back, squeezing your hips as he placed a delicate kiss on your neck.
You sighed and then pulled away from him, placing your hands on his face.
“We’re coming up to a year next week. I can’t believe that we’ve been with each other for almost a year.” You smile, sweet memories filling your head like a large, fluffy cloud. “I love you, Tom.”
He smiled and hummed, pulling you closer to him. However, your smile faltered as he didn’t respond to your ‘I love you’. He never did - not even once during your relationship.
“Are you okay?” You said slowly, looking into his sharp brown eyes for clarity.
“Yeah, of course.” He smiled weakly. There seemed to be a bit of guilt hidden in his dark irises, but you always ignored it. “So, what do you want to do today?” A smirk formed on his face as he leaned back into your neck, leaving wet kisses down to your collarbone.
“Well, I was thinking that we could maybe-”
Your eyes snapped open and glared at Tom who stopped what he was doing, his deathly grip loosening. You looked over your shoulder, as did the mobster before he pushed you off of him so you fell onto the floor. Your head thumped, blood rushing to your brain.
“Darling!” He said, panic in his voice. You sat up and saw a woman in the doorway wearing an expensive black dress, clutching onto her purse. Her blonde hair was combed into a tight bun at the top of her head. She probably just came back from work, definitely not expecting this.
“Darling?” You repeated, standing up and rubbing the back of your head.
“Who are you?” The woman asked, sadness and shock evident in her tone.
“Who are you?” You asked, eyes trailing down to her hand which was holding onto her purse for dear life. On her ring finger proudly sat a diamond ring that shone brightly against the sunlight that was glaring through the curtains. “Oh.” You whispered, realizing that she must have been his wife.
“T-Tom, explain to me what’s going on?” She croaked, dropping her purse and holding onto the doorframe for stability.
“I-I…” His voiced trailed off once his eyes locked with your sad ones.
“Is this the reason why you never said you loved me? Why you never talked about marriage or kids with me?”
Tom sighed and nodded, unable to look at the pair of you.
“Yeah. I didn’t mean to do this to you. I-I wanted to tell you at some point.” His voice broke.
“I was in love with you, Tom. You meant the fucking world to me. But, apparently I’m nothing but a side-bitch to you.” You yelled, grabbing your purse and phone that was sat on the desk. “How could you do that to me? To us? Your girlfriend and-and wife.”
“That’s not good enough, Tom.” You pulled the strap of your bag over your shoulder. “You’ll never be good enough for me.” You muttered before walking out of the room and not looking back. His hand brushed over your wrist in an attempt to bring you back to him, but his touch could never be the same.
YOU WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING and made your way to the gym, the new york sky pouring down rain. you walked through the doors and made your way to the locker room before changing into your workout clothes. on your way out, you bumped into a strong figure, making you take a step back to regain your balance.
“sorry,” you mumbled before looking up and meeting a pair of honey colored eyes.
“oh, don’t worry about it, rough morning?”
you smiled, nodding,”yeah, the weather really knows how to make the day go slower.”
he nodded,”i feel you on that,” he fixed his damp curls before holding out his hand,”i’m shawn, by the way.”
something so therapeutic about consistently
punching and kicking a punching bag; the noisy thumps that were emitted every
time your fist or foot connected with the bag and the aches that settle into your
muscles when you get home were weirdly comforting. Screw paying for a therapist,
this is where it’s at. A downside though, was the sticky sweat that covered
your skin until you were able to shower and the ragged breathing you got after
every session; though today, you’re not sure if it’s from the exercise or how
pissed off work made you today. Now that you thought about it, this is the most
relaxed you’ve felt all week. The next punch on the bag was harder than the
Leaning against a tall, metal locker in the familiar, local, locker room, you felt a pang of chills race up your arm, stopping at your collarbone. The room was ice-cold, silent, and tense - almost replicating the current relationship you had with him. You waited for a few minutes, knowing his practice had not long finished and that he would soon push himself through the door and see you. Months ago, he would smile at the sight - rush over to you and greet you happily. He would be pleased to have you in his eye; pulling you into his grasp and thanking you for coming.
“I missed you, baby.” He mumbled, his face nuzzled into your hair as he held you in a tight embrace; his arms around you with yours hung around his fairly sweaty, waist. He gently rubbed circles on your back with his rough, bruised hands - covered in cuts and flashbacks of pain, but oozing love and a feeling of content. “I missed you too, Tom.” You almost whispered, a smile plastered onto your face as you stood quietly, simply taking in the smells, sounds and sight of your loving boyfriend.
Unwrapping his gloves, snapping off the Velcro and tugging each one off quickly, he took several deep breaths before pushing his wet, with sweat, hair back with a clean hand. His eyes opened after catching his breath, and as he carried his gloves in his left hand, he pushed the door that separated the both of you widely open. His eyes remained trained on the floor for a few moments, before his head lifted, his breath hitched and his eyes squinted slightly - trying to fully process the image that lay before him.
Your lips parted to produce a wider range of sound in the room, but as you went to speak, he promptly interrupted the idea. “What are you doing here?” He muttered, his eyes darting to his grey locker as he made his way over to it swiftly, going out of his way, and desire, to avoid further eye contact with you. His fingertips quickly turned the lock, before pulling it open and carelessly shoving his gloves into the hollow metal.
You could hear your heart-beating; rapidly, heavily and irregularly. You watched his movements carefully as your fingers fumbled together, your mind racing through different alternative answers to his question. He harshly closed the locker, before finally looking back up, and connecting your gaze directly to his. The sound of the metal slamming made your lips part again, this time to speak without interruption.
“I came to see you, watch you practice and all.” You licked your lips a little after the cool air in the room hit you as harshly as he slammed the locker. “I was in the area and thought I wo-.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Y/N.” He gritted, shaking his head in a quick motion, pointing his finger at you afterwards. “You know that is complete crap - I know it too.” He scoffed, stepping back slightly as he picked up his duffel bag that lay along the locker room bench. “I won’t give you another chance,” He connected your gaze purposefully for the second time, his fists slightly clenched around the strap of the bag. A loose strand of hair lay over his forehead, and his breathing was almost matching your pattern now.
“I’ve been thinking,” You began, thinking cautiously about every word that now left your lips. “And ultimately, I am sorry for snapping like I did, that night. I shouldn’t have kicked you out, and I shouldn’t have jumped to the conclusion I did.” You continued, your fingers now hanging loosely at your sides. “If you’d like to apologise for what you did, I feel like I’d like to think about letting you back into my life.” You smiled slightly, matching his strong gaze, except his was slightly intimidating. Your eyes attempted to beam hope, and sincerity, and you hoped he would take a breath of relief, step closer to you, perhaps take your hand in his and make you feel like everything would now be okay.
But instead, he simply scoffed. “What do you expect me to do now? Stand here and beg?” He shook his head again - partially in disbelief, but also in frustration and hurt. “You told me to leave, Y/N. I’m not going to beg for you to let me walk back in.”
The room was ice-cold, silent, and tense. Heavy breaths came from both of your mouths, but he was the first to speak. “Why can’t you just be happy for me, babe?” He looked up to you, his curls hanging loosely over his face, his short-sleeved t-shirt hanging loosely over his torso, and his filled suitcase standing beside him. “You were excited when I first told you about the press tour.” He sighed deeply, running one of his hands through his hair, pushing it back slightly as his fingers fumbled with the handle of the case. “You can’t just wait until I’m about to leave, that’s not fair.” He bit his lip - conflicted. An opportunity of his life-time was standing before him - in two different ways.
Either a month-long press tour, travelling from country to country, gaining exposure for his image, increasing his fan-base and building a name for himself, or remaining home with you, the current love of his life, who simply didn’t want him to go. “That’s the whole point, Tom. It’s you who’s leaving - you never once invited me with you, you never once thought about when we were going to speak, you just told me one day and expected me to be okay with it!” Your voice raised slightly, cutting the silence in the room harshly with your tone.
His fingers slowly tightened around the handle he was grasping, his eyes growing darker as he shook his head slightly in disbelief. “You are being ridiculous, Y/N. I told you two weeks ago and asked if you were okay with me going for a while - I told you the details, Y/N. I made them very clear.” He gritted through his teeth, growing furtherly frustrated with each word that flew from his lips.
“Well, I’m not okay with it anymore.” You uttered, crossing your arms over one another and looking at him sternly. You were putting on a tough exterior, but inside you were falling apart - each word you exchanged with each other crushed a small part of your relationship, and you felt it within you every time. The whole disagreement appeared from panic - you grew worried that with the exposure, the temptation would rise.
He would very likely have club meet-and-greets, interviews with, likely very attractive women, late night drinking offers at different hotel bars, that would very likely not be empty, and likely, not a lot of time to spend talking to you. A monster of insecurity flooded you - it overwhelmed you; made your vision less clear, made your mind frazzle, made your legs shake and your cries frequent. While Tom aggressively and consistently practiced his skills, you would spend hours trying to convince yourself that everything would be okay, before meeting him at your familiar spot in the locker room - with a fresh face and a fake smile.
He sighed once again, looking at you with a conflicted expression. “Y/N, it’s just, it’s so diffic-.”
“Forget it.” You mumbled, before glancing up to connect the hold he had on you. “Just go. Have a good trip.” You concluded, forcing the corners of your lips to tug upwards slightly and turning on your heels, scooping up the plane ticket that lay on the marble kitchen counter and returning to your initial position. You lay the envelope within his rough palms, before catching his gaze for a final time. He glanced to the clock that hung in your shared-kitchen, before admitting defeat after realising if he waited any longer, he would struggle to make his flight.
He began to walk to the door that would soon be the physical thing that separated you both - but he knew you were already divided. He quietly pulled it open, sliding the ticket into his back pocket before parting his lips a last time before he left. “Will you be here when I get back?” He questioned, his lip bit gently and his grip still tight on the black handle.
The room was ice-cold, silent, and tense.
Your heart dropped, and it was shown through your face falling similarly. Your hands grew limp as he tightened his grip on the duffel bag that was threw over his shoulder. Your shoulders slacked, and your knees wobbled for a second, before you attempted to compose yourself slightly. You opened your lips to scramble out a sentence, before his back was already turned.
And then he left.
This time, however, he didn’t wait for your approval.
summary: he’s on his way to becoming one of the greatest boxers in the world. but one day when a little girl claiming to be his daughter shows up at his front door, he isn’t necessarily sure if he has a game plan for that.
alternate universe: the game plan!au, boxer!au, ballet!au, single parent!au
Boxer!Tom and “I don’t even like flowers, but if it’s you I’m talking to, I’d gladly buy out the whole shop.” I can supply as many as you want darling 😘 -🌸
Rolling out of bed, Tom pressed his hands against his eyes, elbows leaning against his knees. His body was sore, the fight was harder than he had expected it to be, but that wasn’t what was really bothering him.
He had screwed up, big time. He had forgotten something that was very important to you, choosing to pick up a match at the last minute. And to top it all off, he had forgotten to even send you a text or call you and tell you what he was doing.
The relationship between you two was somewhat new, only going on about four months now. But Tom was absolutely positive that there was something different about, something that made him want to fight for your relationship and work on the flaws that he knew he had.
Pushing himself up off the bed, he quickly threw some clothes on, grabbing his keys and his wallet and heading out the door. He knew that he had to make it up to you and if that meant going above and beyond then so be it.
A few hours later, you were still laying on the couch, trying to give yourself the mental pep talk you needed to call Tom. You knew that you had overreacted a little bit, going overboard and yelling at him, but your feelings were hurt by his actions.
It wasn’t the first time he had forgotten something due to boxing and while you knew it was his career, if he wanted to have a successful, long-term relationship with you as much as he wanted, then he was going to have to put the time and effort in.
Hearing the doorbell ring brought you out of your daze, wrapping the blanket around your arms as you made your way to the door. You had figured that maybe it was one of your friends coming to check up on you, but you were proved wrong.
Tom was standing at the door, three bouquets of flowers in his hand, one different from the other. His gaze had been on his feet, so he hadn’t noticed that you had opened the door until he looked up.
“Oh uh, hi, yeah hi.” He mumbled, giving you a small smile and waiting for your reaction. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but he knew that if he wanted this to work, then he was going to have to work it out with you.
“Come in babe.” The pet name flowed effortlessly from your lips, making you chuckle a bit when his cheeks turned pink. He would never admit it to anyone, but he was a sucker for cliches, and hearing you call him “babe” always made him feel giddy.
“So, uh, I got you these. And I uh, I wanted to apologize for last night. What I did was uncalled for and it was wrong on so many levels. I should’ve talked to you and I’m such an ass because I forgot about that fancy dinner you had invited me to for your work. And I’m uh, I’m just really sorry.”
“You hate flowers.” Tom’s head jerked up, the tension leaving him when he saw the way that you were smiling and looking at the flowers.
“Uh, yeah, yeah I do. I mean, I don’t even like flowers, but if it’s you I’m getting them for, I’d gladly buy out the whole shop love.” His words warmed your heart, tears beginning to spill over onto your cheeks. Before Tom could say anything else, you ran and jumped into his arms, making him grunt as he quickly set the flowers down on the counter top.
“This was so sweet, thank you so much babe.” You mumbled, words muffled from your face being shoved in the crook of his neck. Tom chuckled a bit, wrapping his arms around you a bit tighter as he carried the two of you to the couch, letting you sit comfortably in his lap.
“I uh, I know what I did last night wasn’t okay. And I also know that flowers aren’t going to fix things either, but I want to make it up to you and I’ll do anything love, absolutely anything. Because I uh,” He took a deep breath, leaning into your touch when he felt your hand cup his cheek. “I really want this to work because I think I’m starting to fall in love with you and it does scare me, it really does. But I want this to work and I want to be able to be the best man I can be for you love.”
“Oh Tom,” You whispered, leaning in and pressing your forehead against his. “I think I’m falling in love with you too.”
“Thank fuck.” He mumbled, leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours, pulling your body even closer to his.
“The flowers really are beautiful Tom, thank you. I love them.”
“I’m glad you like them, because you deserve the best love. You deserve the very best.”
“I’d like to think that you’re the very best for me.” You smiled, biting down on your lip as Tom playfully rolled his eyes at your cheesiness.
“I’m trying my very best to be love, I’m trying my best.”
Requested: boxer!tom lost his fight and needs some rough sex blurb?? - anon
Word Count: 565
It had been a rough night for the both of you. Tom lost his match and you had to deal with the comments coming from his opponent about things he would do to you if you would just go home with him. You brushed him off, disgusted, and left the arena behind Tom.
You arrived home before Tom which wasn’t surprising as Harrison most likely keeping him behind to either attend to his wounds or give him a lecture about trying harder next time. You settled down in your shared home, spending your time in the kitchen to prepare something for Tom to eat.
Not even ten minutes later you hear the door open and then slam shut. “I’m in the kitchen!” You called out to him, focusing on the stove top that was radiating heat in front of you. You felt Tom standing behind you, doing nothing to stop him as he reached around and shut the stove off. You turned around in his arms and glanced up into his eyes. They were out of focus and paired with his locked jaw you could see where the night was going.
He leaned down and captured you in a searing kiss, causing you to drop the wooden spoon to the tiled floor. Neither of you was phased by the clattering sounds of more items falling to the ground as Tom lifted you onto the cold island in the middle of your kitchen.
He pulled your shirt off, paying attention to your boobs and also ridding you of the rest of your clothing. His hand went to your wet pussy after he tugged your pants down along with your panties. “This wet for me already?”
You whimpered and attempted to tug him back into a kiss. He smirked and pushed you back onto the counter. “No, darling. You don’t get to do anything. Tonight, I’m fucking you until you can’t walk.”
You gripped onto the sides of the counter as his dick pressed up against you, Tom sliding you closer to the edge of the island. He quickly rammed into you, not giving you any time to adjust. You groaned out in pain-pleasure as your body kept sliding across the countertop. He thrust hard and fast, muttering out praises and profanities as he got closer and closer.
He pressed a finger harshly into your clit and you screamed at the contact. You all but sobbed out his name as you came, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you blacked out for half a second. He continued to thrust into you until he came inside, collapsing over onto you after a few more thrusts.
You both laid there, panting and extremely sweaty. You brushed the hair out of his face to look into his eyes. “Your dinner is ruined now,” you mutter as you kiss him. He kisses you back and pulls away from you, leaving you cold on the countertop. A mixture of his cum and yours leaked out of you and onto the counter. “Also, I can’t move my legs so you’re going to have to help me take a bath.”
He chuckled and lifted you into his arms. “How about we both take a bath and forget about dinner? Stay in tomorrow for a lazy day?”
You cuddled into his arms, a satisfied smile on your face. “I would love that.”
For @tbholland ‘s boxer!Tom night (which is slowly killing me btw)
Tom had a match tonight. Usually, you would be in the front row, cheering him on. Instead, you were sat on the couch trying to make sense of your notes scattered across the coffee table. You were worried sick but you stayed home to study for exams at his request. No matter how hard Tom had tried to convince you, you knew he wasn’t fighting just another match. His opponent was rumored to be absolutely ruthless, having caused many long-term injuries to past challengers. You were confident in Tom’s abilities but after researching his opponent, you couldn’t suppress your anxiety.
The later it got, the less you could focus. Finally, Tom walked in at 1 am. There was a cut on his eyebrow and his lip was busted and his eyes met yours immediately. You stood up but weren’t sure how to approach him yet. He let his bag slip off of his shoulder onto the floor and sighed. Recognizing the defeated look in his eyes, your heart swelled and you crossed the living room toward him. “Baby..” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder and another on his cheek. He looked up at you, sad eyes reflecting the dim light from the kitchen. “I won,” he murmured. You tilted your head, brows furrowed in confusion. “You what?” A grin slowly spread across Tom’s face, “I won.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you, your excited laughter making him grin wider.
“You had me so worried!” You smiled down at him and placed a kiss on his forehead, “I’m so proud of you.”
“All for you, love.” Tom placed you back on the ground so he could pull you to his chest. Rocking you slowly, he pressed a kiss to your cheek, “All for you.”
SUMMARY: Alicia Baker is the holder of five world companion ships and finally getting the recognition she deserves. But boxing is a man’s world, and although she is the first woman ever accepted into KREBG, the world renowned boxing team, she still had a long way to go. The team’s reigning champion, Tom Holland, has nothing but respect for her–but some feelings shouldn’t be shown in the ring.
PAIRING; Boxer!Tom x Boxer!OC
WARNINGS; strong language, violence, sexist themes throughout the story
one; rules don’t apply to him
Punch. Punch. Kick.
Alicia heaved and
groaned as her coach instructed her to keep going (“you got this,
Lee, one more minute”) and with a frown of her black brows, she
punched her fists against each other, jumped up and down to try and
master more energy—and she kept going.
warnings:lil bit of fluff, violence and sexual tension as always
word count: 3.7K
notes: i’m so sorry i know it’s been a while since i updated, but i’ve been thinking about writing a peter parker imagine inspired by what happened in endgame and i wanna know what you guys think so lemme know :)
notes: I’m sorry I couldn’t update last week but I’m trying to put things related to college first cause ya know,, I’m not tryna get behind on that. so yeah my updating will most likely become shit but bare with me :) happy reading
boxer!tom has you and his baby girls name tatted on his arm all cute because you're his girls. during one match his opponent is like "that your bitch and little mutt?" His ass is knocked out .2 seconds after he says that and even after that the ref has to pull tom off. You're at home watching on tv while your baby is nursing and halfway asleep and you're trying to figure out what set tom off. when he tells you, why he got mad you pull him into a kiss "you'll always protect us."
Boxer!tom is a champ and usually wins by knockout but it’s just his luck that the championship against a tough opponent is the same night that you go into labor with your first child. He’s starting to fade but between rounds his coach tells him your water broke and his fight or flight kicks in bc he’s just gotta be there for you and his baby and he ends up winning so quickly and literally runs out of the ring and the arena hops in the car that’s waiting and makes it just in time
he’s still bruised and bloody when he shows up in the delivery room and you can barely focus on him and his first pictures of him holding his daughter include all his injuries
boxer!tom and this reader who is like, extremely shy and not like tom at all and he just finds it mesmerizing. so maybe when they start to get serious she goes to one of his fights and she hates seeing him all beat up *sigh*
okay but like…… not to turn it around but shy!reader and boxer!tom meet at a boxing match bc her friend boxes and he’s like “yo… let’s go get a shake or smth” so her friend followers her. that’s how it starts.
first date. second date. third date. on and on.
you go to his first match and you have your laptop with you in the locker room because you wanted to finish homework or smth and when he leaves you leave and sit in the stand.
you hate seeing him with all of the bruises and the cuts, and you never wished for him to look like that. he looked good sweaty, however and he loved the sport.
so despite you showing your disinterest of seeing him hurt, you support him and are always there to hold his hand and help heal his bruises and stuff.
“Hey Hannah, what’s up?” Tom asked, eyebrows pinched together as he tried to come up with a possible reason for why she would be calling him right now.
“I need you to not freak out and I need you to be calm, because that’s not going to do you any good right now.” Her tone was stern but Tom could hear the underlying fear and anxiety peeking through and that worried him more than anything. Because Hannah was always the calm one, she always had a solution and she always had a handle on things. So for her to sound scared meant that something serious had happened.
“Okay, I promise I won’t freak out. Now what’s going on?”
“Addison’s in the hopsital.” Hannah blurted out, not even bothering to sugarcoat anything. She knew that Addison probably didn’t want Tom to know because she hadn’t been talking to him. But Hannah knew that Tom had a right to know and he was the one who needed to be by her side when she woke up.
Even though Addison would never admit it to anyone, not even herself, Tom knew her like the back of his hand. And if Hannah couldn’t get through to her right now and shake some sense into her, then maybe Tom could.
Tom let the words settle in his mind before he said anything else, trying not to let his mind automatically go to the worst thought. But it was so damn hard not too. Because this was Addison, his strong willed, tough as nails girl and if she was in the hospital than it was serious.
“Wha— how…” He stuttered, stumbling back against the bench to sit down. Trying to stay calm almost seemed impossible now. His stomach was in knots, chest tightening with each short breath he tried to draw in. He had been anxious before, but that had always been because of his decisions.
This was different though. He felt helpless and lost because he didn’t know what was wrong with his girl. His girl was laying in a hospital bed and he had no way of helping her because he didn’t even know.
“He was relieved, I think,” Harrison looked down. “To know it’s him. That…it’s always been him.”
Always. Not even a fucking second passed that it wasn’t.
“Haz, it had nothing to do with you.”
“But it did, didn’t it? I mean, who better to use than his best mate, right?”
Sweet, baby girl—look at the mess you’ve made.
“That’s not what it was,” you frowned.
“But it was,” Harrison scoffed. “If it was anyone else, he might not have cared this much, he might not have pushed us away for so long. But it was me. It was me, and now we’re here. Don’t act like you didn’t know what you were doing. You knew, and then you…broke my bloody heart.”
This is for you fanfic boxer AU writers out there.
I’m a boxer and sometimes you guys get close with things, but you’re never quite there.
1. After a match, weather the fighter wins or loses, they will be tired. They will be very tired and they will be in pain and the next day? Don’t even get me started on how sore they’re gonna be.
2. Boxing takes A LOT of training. When I’m not training for a fight I spend about 7 or 8 hours a week training, but when I am training? It’s closer to 3 hours a day, 3×7 is 21, so give or take 21 hours training for a fight.
3. Unless they are a professional, which isn’t all glamor and riches like you see on Floyd Maywhethers instagram, they have to wear trunks and a tank top in the ring. And headgear.
4. When you’re in a match, you can hear people yelling for you. But you don’t see them. All of your attention is on your opponent and there is no time to sneak a smirk and your lover.
5. Boxers have cut men. Those fics you read about after the fight, their wrists are cut up and bruised? That DOESN’T happen. Fists are wrapped with gauze, and then with tape. What you can get though, what many boxers get, are broken thumbs or the boxers fracture. Write about that.
6. This is a lil something for all of you whumpy writers, something I would expect to see more of: Weight Cut. The boxer is tired and weak from lack of nutrition, the training camp took it’s toll on the boxers body. But the weight cut? (Brief breakdown of water weight cut: fighter sits in hot bath water or sauna and sweats a lot. if you want to see how bad it can get, look up cyborgs weight cut on youtube.) The boxer is weak at the knees, their lips are dry and cracked, they can barely stand upright to get on the scale.
I’m just doing my part here. Thank you for your time.
Boxer!Tom teaching you how to fight is honestly so hot
Yoooo preach like,,, he’d stand behind you and hold onto your waist as you swung at the punching bag, helping you keep your core tight and your shoulders squared. He’d help you wrap and unwrap your hands, and he’d help you ice them when they got bruised. Eventually, he’d progress to holding the bag for you as you got better and your swings got harder. “Jesus, you’re so hot like this,” he’d tell you every now and then, and you’d wink at him with a mischievous grin
on a sweeter note, boxer!tom is definitely a hyperactive, needy little puppy when he’s home with you, always grabbing at your waist and snuggling into your shoulder and pouting up for kisses & he DEFINITELY uses his strength to his advantage during your playful moments (but he also lets you win all the time because he loves how excited you get when you’re able to)& he loves to just watch you do things, & when you ask him what he’s staring @ he always says “the most beautiful person in the world”
For Saucy Sunday ™️: Reader is watching Tom at Boxing practice and the reader gets flustered because Tom is all sweaty and he has this angry look on his face, leads to rough sex in the shower room. And can I claim the emoji, 🤖? Thank You!
omg and yes snatch that emoji sis
The sound of the water against his skin was intoxicating as you felt his lips on your neck and his rip against your thigh. He had you pressed against the wall and has been teasing you ever since he found out you liked how he looked after a boxing match.
“You gonna be a good girl? Huh? Obey me?” The last 2 words that fell from his lips accompanied a devilish smirk as he worked his hand between your thighs. Moans slipped from your lips as he hoisted you up against the wall with his thigh between your legs.
After reading endless fics on my personal account I decided to finally bite the bullet and create my own marvel account to write my own!
There are soo many amazingly talented writers on here & mine is at the very early stages, this is written out of my own amusement so I don’t expect anyone to read it. If you do, I’d appreciate any comments.. I’m a baby to this fic writing game and quite intimidated to put this out there amongst the amazing fics already out! - but please enjoy!
Any feedback/comments/if anyone is arsed about me actually making this a thing here would be highly appreciated!
Summary: Tom is a rising UFC star. Famous for his style, undefeated ranking and arrogant persona. When a chance meeting draws the two together Y/N (unbeknown of who he is and what he does exactly) starts to get to know the man behind the facade. Danger, glamour and love draws them together yet those same things threaten to pull them apart..
The Rise - I teaser
The engine of Y/N’s car hummed quietly as she pulled into a tight parking space. 5:18pm, the sun dipping into a swirl of charcoal clouds as the rain lazily drizzled down her windscreen. She switched off the engine and grabbed the water bottle on the passenger seat before mustering the courage to move. The warm of the car swept away by the nip of wind as Y/N slipped out of her seat and jogged toward the entrance.
Y/N fished her phone from her bag and held it to her ear “Hello Billie. Yes, I’ve just got here. I’ll just put my stuff in a locker and meet you up there.” Y/N hung up and proceeded to whirl through the corridors of the sports centre.
Y/N’s best friend, Billie Peters, coaxed her in to joining the gym in a bid to get healthier. After a shopping trip to buy workout gear (because somehow that made it more of an incentive to go if you’ve paid for clothing, according to Billie) and several threats to quit before Y/N even begun, she was on her second trip to the gym in a week. It wasn’t too bad, she almost felt good after it. But finding the motivation to go was the tricky part. It was Friday evening and Y/N had just finished a long day at her new internship, Collins & co. Law firm in the city. It was stressful and overwhelming, Y/N could do with a release of pent up energy.
“Come on mate, last push..” Tom Holland’s coach, Joel Simmerman held two punch-pads in the air and glanced toward the clock on the wall “Last ten.. nine.. eight..” he counted down slowly before nodding in satisfaction “..done. Brilliant mate, you smashed it.”
The dim-lit room empty, besides small-scale versions of a boxing ring to the right of the room and an octagon to the left. Joel and Tom stood beside the boxing ring.
Tom shook his head, pulling off a crimson boxing glove with his teeth and grabbing a water bottle from Joel. Sweat coursed down his bare torso, dressed in only a pair of underarmour football shorts and trainers.
“My left is still unsteady with the jabs J, I need to go to the physio again.”
Joel shook his head and swiped through his phone “I’ll upload the video to your Instagram now. You’ve got some good shots Tom, be proud of yourself mate. Get it checked over but honestly it’s healed nicely I think, rest easy this weekend and we’ll go again on Monday?”
Tom nodded and collapsed onto the nearest stool “Yeah, sound. A rest will do me good.”
“I need to go over them sponsor contracts before you leave.. let me get them from my office..” Joel spun on his heels and headed out of the door.
Y/N shoved her bag into a locker and made her way through the doors toward a flight of stairs. She pulled her Y/H/C locks into a messy high-ponytail and stopped at the top of the stairs. Was it left or right? She hadn’t quite got the hang of the sports centre and she was too intimidated by the juice-head members of staff to ask. She decided it was left and pushed open the nearest door.
Y/N entered the empty room and looked up from her feet “Oh.. s-shit sorry.”
Tom looked up from scrolling through his phone and frowned “You lost love?”
“Um sorry I was looking for the gym.”
“Yeah this is a private one sweetheart, public one’s the other side.” With a lick of his lips he averted his gaze back to his phone, waving a hand in the direction of the other gym.
He managed to catch a vague glimpse of the girl dressed in tight, black lyrca gym gear. Usually he’d inspect longer, maybe even flash a wink, but it had been a long day and he couldn’t be arsed to be nice. There were always fans and fame-hungry girls hanging around, most of them ‘accidentally’ ending up in his gym. Joel needed to get one bought out and fast. This public shite was embarrassing.
Y/N jumped as the door swung open beside her. Joel, dressed in a dark-grey tracksuit, with “The Rampage” in white letters embroidered on the back, sauntered past.
“Woah excuse me..” Joel shook his head “I’m sorry there’s training in progress you can’t be in here love.”
“Oh..sorry.” Y/N caught a last glance at the handsome brunette and turned back to the hallway.
Billie was right, there would be loads of fit lads at the gym.
Y/N strode over to Billie, her blonde locks bouncing in a ponytail as she jogged steadily on the treadmill, swaying her hips as she jogged knowing full-well all male eyes were watching her svelte frame.
“Hey Bill.” Y/N smiled, stepping on to the treadmill beside her.
“Where’ve you been?”
“Got a bit lost. I ended up in that private gym on the other side of the stairs, quite snazzy in their isn’t it.”
Billie slowed down her treadmill, her ice-blue eyes widened “You did what?”
“What.. why? Why do you look so scared?”
“That’s Tom fucking Holland’s gym!”
“What do you mean does he own it?”
Billie cocked her head back with a laugh “No Y/N, he’s like famous. he’s a fucking UFC fighter.”
Summary: Tom is a rising UFC superstar, known for his undefeated ranking and arrogant persona. After fate draws them together, the reader is whisked in to his glamorous, dangerous world. Battling her initial dislike of the cocky althelte with her growing feelings once she gets to knows the real Tom…
Billie was singing along to the radio whilst taking the usual route to the gym, Y/N in the passenger seat. The thought of Monday morning back at the office made her stomach drop, why did weekends go by so fast?
The two girls made their way through the sports centre, cramming their handbags into the lockers.
Billie stretched half-heartedly and took a swig from her water bottle “I hope that fit PT is in, might ask for a one to one..” she giggled, flicking her blonde hair over one shoulder.
Y/N shook her head with a laugh and closed her locker firmly.
When Billie mentioned anything to do with guys at the gym the image of Tom Holland, slouched on a chair with his top off, flashed into her head.
Why? Y/N wasn’t so sure. He wasn’t exactly friendly.
Billie interlinked their arms and pulled Y/N toward the staircase.
“Right, so tomorrow at 7am you’ve got a suit fitting for-“ Joel pushed open the door of their private gym, switching off the lights behind him.
He was followed by Tom and members of his entourage; physio Jack, boxing coach Stephen, martial arts coach Geoff and his best friend (and part time assistant) Harrison.
“Okay Joel, just email me the schedule.” Tom was tired. Knackered, even. He’d spent the day training vigorously with both boxing and martial arts coaches. The last thing he needed was Joel shoving business down his neck.
The group made their way across the mezzanine toward the stairs.
“Y/N?!” Billie hissed in a whisper, stopping in her tracks “Oh my god look who it is!”
Y/N looked up to see a group of men all dressed in dark joggers and matching tops.
It was him. Tom Holland. His brunette curls damply covering his forehead. He pulled his hood over the top and slung his bag over his shoulder.
“Woah wait boys.. it’s unlucky to cross on the stairs” Harrison smirked, holding a hand out to stop them from going down.
Billie smirked, swaying her hips in typical Billie fashion and fluttered her lashes toward Harrison “Thankyou. Such a gent!” She giggled and Harrison returned the smile, looking her up and down appreciatively.
Y/N followed behind her, eyes on Billies heels. She felt frozen, intimidated by the group and suddenly nervous. Why was she nervous? Y/N looked up, eyes locking with Tom’s. His deep-set brown orbs just visible below his hood.
He held her gaze for a second then dragged his eyes toward the stairs nonchalantly. Y/N looked toward Billie again and awkwardly flashed a smile to thank the group.
Once inside the gym, Billie grabbed Y/N’s arm and pulled her beside the treadmills, “Oh my god! How fit was that blonde guy? I recognise him from Instagram I think. Did you see the way he looked at me?”
“Yeah Bill, I did.” Y/N laughed and climbed on to a treadmill, “Did you see that Tom? What a twat with his hood up, probably hiding. Who does he think he is? I’ve never even heard of him!”
“Yeah but he is fit too. He’s quite a big star in UFC I think, that’s what my brother says anyway. Undefeated or something.”
Y/N shook her head in disapproval, speeding up the treadmill. She had a need to release a sudden urge of anger.
The clock moved slower than usual, in fact it dragged round the numbers. Y/N was admiring the view from the ceiling to floor glass windows, overlooking the city. Stunning views lit by crisp sung light.
Sat round the conference table, she flipped a silver pen round her fingers in amusement. The muffled sounds of conversation in the background as her bosses and colleagues discussed business.
“So..” Janice Collins, managing partner, stood from her seat at the head of the table. Smoothing down her grey skirt and suit jacket, “That wraps up our end of week meeting. Now to the fun part, I know we’re all excited for my gala tonight. It’s going to be an amazing event, there will be a host of celebrities and press. But most importantly, to honour Isabella. Make sure you all have your tickets on hand, but if you get to the door and have forgotten it.. Taylor I’m looking at you. Then the doormen have a list of my work guests. That is all, make sure you’re all dressed to the nines and I look forward to seeing you all tonight.”
Y/N turned to the raven-haired girl sat beside her, who was almost asleep herself.
Taylor Nash, who started her job alongside Y/N, as Janice’s two legal assistants, had grown to become close friends with Y/N. Even joining her and Billie on nights out.
“Get me a drink!” Taylor beamed, standing up from her chair and slinging her bag over her shoulder “So.. I’m coming to yours at 6.30 to get ready?”
“Yeah, Billie and I have pre-drinks bought and will make the apartment the perfect pamper pad!” Y/N giggled at her own cringey statement. Getting dolled up was a rarity for the girls nowadays, their new job took its toll mentally and physically. Nights out were also far and few between.
“Perfect. See you then!” Taylor winked toward her friend and sashayed down the hall.
“God sake Bill!” Y/N giggled, trying not to spill the champagne from her flute as Billie zipped up the back of her dress.
“I cannot believe Janice did this!” Taylor admired herself in the floor length mirror in Billie and Y/N’s apartment. The speaker blasted music and the girls were on to their second bottle of Moët, gifted by Janice alongside two beautiful gowns.
Y/N admired herself in the mirror, almost in disbelief. A white satin bodice clung to her torso, draped in light-mauve, sheer satin sleeves and skirt unbelieving a slit as she walked. She had never felt so glamorous.
Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in bouncy girls and her subtle yet glamorous makeup accented her features.
“Oh Y/N you look stunning!” Billie, dressed in light-blue satin, held a hand to her chest.
“You know what.. I feel it!”
A waiter placed a scotch on the rocks in front of Tom, his white-gloved hand resting on his shoulder “Anything else Mr. Holland?”
Tom waved a hand up and took a sip of the drink “No, cheers.”
Tom and Harrison sat on an empty table, watching patiently as the ball room began to fill. The decor extravagant but classy, it oozed wealth and celebrity. Something Tom was used to by now, admittedly only just.
“Where is Joel sat again?” Harrison questioned, adjusting his collar and smoothing down the jacket of his grey suit jacket.
Tom’s lips lifted in to a smirk as he held the glass up to take a sip, “Near the door.”
Harrison shook his head with a laugh, “Ayup..”
As he spoke Y/N, Billie and Taylor approached the table. Following an usher who held a clipboard.
Y/N was in awe, she had heard the galas were a spectacle. She even had seen articles online for years when celebrities had attended the annual event, but she had never expected this.
“Ladies, your table..” the usher smiled and pulled out a seat for Billie.
“Thank you, wow!” Billie beamed and slid into the seat beside Harrison.
Tom watched carefully as the three girls sat down. The Y/H/C girl catching his gaze straight away. He recognised her. But where from? A club? No, she didn’t look the type.. it was usually fame-hungry, half-dressed bimbos. The gym? Yes. It was the girl he had seen several times at the gym. The girl he, for some reason, couldn’t stop thinking about.
Billie froze for a second, before kicking Y/N under the table. She darted her eyes from Y/N to the two men sat to her left. Y/N, sat down beside Billie to the right. She followed her signal to Billie’s left, first faintly recognising the blonde then her eyes stopped on him. Tom Holland.
He was staring at her, intently. His dark eyes fixed on her now-flustered complexion. She held his gaze for a few seconds longer, a sharp tension flowed between the two.
He was the first to break it, moving his eyes toward Harrison and taking a swift sip of his drink.
“Uh.. hi. I’m Billie!” She introduced herself to Harrison, wasting no time.
“Harrison Osterfield.” He returned with a nod, his eyes swept from Billie to Y/N to Taylor.
“Uh, this is Y/F/N Y/L/N and Taylor Nash.” Billie swept her fingers toward the two girls.
“Hi nice to meet you, both.” Taylor smiled politely and looked cautiously toward Tom. His vacant expression did not invite conversation.
Tom simply nodded and flashed a half-hearted smirk.
What. A. Dick. Y/N thought to herself, her blood almost boiling. She caught a glimpse of him, taking casual sips of his drink and looking like he’d rather be anywhere else but here. His gaze met hers again, he continued that intimidating stare right in to her eyes.
She looked away quickly, she wasn’t in the mood to entertain it. Whatever it was he was doing. Was he trying to intimidate her? Was he warning her that he was ‘too important to be looked at’. Whatever. Y/N didn’t care, she didn’t even know, or care, who he was.
After spending an hour watching the room fill with celebrities and beautifully dressed people, Y/N watched Janice introduce the room to her annual gala. Her daughter, Isabella died of Lukemia seven years ago when she was eight, Janice had been holding the gala for Macmillan and Cancer Research ever since.
A handful of artists played songs, an emotional video of the charities brought the room to a stiff silence.
As Janice made her way on to the stage once more, Y/N turned to meet Tom’s gaze once more. He swept his tongue lightly over his top lip and took another sip of his drink.
Y/N pulled her eyes away. Okay, he was a twat. But he was hot. She closed her eyes briefly and shook her head. Doesn’t matter if he’s hot Y/N, he’s a twat.
“And now to the biddings. I’ve had some amazing guests put forward prizes for bidding this year.The first bid goes toward ring-side seats to the UFC230 in Vegas, headlined by the man himself and a chance to view one of his private training sessions. Special thanks to Tom Holland and his team for this prize.” Janice clapped after she spoke and the room followed her actions.
Tom lifted his glass toward the gesture and smiled warmly.
Okay so he can smile. Y/N stared at him, like clockwork he returned the look. He flashed a small smirk and raised his brows lightly.
Y/N was taken aback by his donation to the gala, he might be a twat but at least he has a heart.
After countless bids, more alcohol and a few hours of Billie and Harrison getting to know one another, it was time to leave. Tom had not spoken a word, besides muttering a few exchanges to Harrison.
“We’re going to the club after this in Mayfair if you wanted to join us? We’ve got the weekend off so wanted to celebrate, we have our own section and are meeting some of the team.” Harrison suggested toward Billie, his inviting gaze directed toward all three.
“I’ve actually got a train to catch in the morning. I’m going to Edinburgh to visit my boyfriend.” Taylor politely declined.
“We’d love to, wouldn’t we Y/N?” Billie nudged her and shot her a forceful look.
Y/N’s eyes flicked from Billie to Tom, as usual his unbothered expression looked almost through her, “Uh.. sure.”
“Have fun. Be safe!” Taylor whispered to both girls as she hugged them on the street, before climbing in to a black cab “Ring me tomorrow!”
Harrison flagged down a cab himself and opened the door for Billie, “After you.”
Tom sauntered behind them, hands tucked in black suit pants. Even his walk oozed arrogance, strong and confident. He brushed past Y/N and walked round the other side of the cab, he looked toward Y/N and held her gaze, “This side. Chop, chop..”
a/n: short but i suddenly got this idea as i woke up today lol
“Cmon, Y/N, give it more power,” Tom urged, holding his arms up in defense mode. His eyes met yours and your heart continued to pound, beating only due to anger and frustration. You wanted to show him that you were the best, that you were worth putting in the ring for just one match.
You gritted something out between your teeth, but the mouth guard you wore muffled any of the words. You lifted your arms again, fists squared as you threw yourself at Tom, punching and swinging at his arms with everything that you could.
It still wasn’t enough for Tom. He frowned and tugged off the gloves, throwing them to the side. He crossed the gym, sighing as he sat next to Harrison, grunting as he tossed him a water bottle. They both watched you storm into the locker room, screaming to yourself.
Summary- Natalia has been boxing since she was young and she absoultely loved it. Underground boxing was her thrill ride and she won every match. Until she went against Holland.
Natalia’s music blasted through her ears as she punched the bag in front of her. It was almost time for closing at the gym and she had been there almost all day blowing off steam after being fired from another job, once again. She finally stopped after realizing it was almost 8. She took off her gloves and unwrapped her hands delicately, making sure not to harm her already bruised knuckles. Downing a bottle of water, she walked out of the gym.
Tom was a very closed off guy, only keeping his best mate with him, Harrison. Harrison helped him train for his boxing matches and always cheered for him. Tom won all the matches, but deep down Harrison knew after he told him that Natalia was his next opponent that there was going to either be a mega ego boost for Tom or a bad lost.