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moonlight

warnings: cursing, angst (y’know some heartbreak), insults, slight fluff (super tiny)

pairing: koh!tom x reader

a/n: legit tried to make fluff but hardcore failed... oops... anyways this is a koh!tom imagine, couldn’t find any koh imagines like this so i made a crappy one... okay, enjoy... also, there will be like a second part to this but i need to work on it :)

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Tom will always remember her as the shooting star, for she shone brightly in the night sky, but slowly faded away.

I strut into the crowded room, swaying my ivory satin dress lightly. The dim lights of the room highlight my H/C hair, which I propped onto my right shoulder. My pure white wings spread out, showing off the full volume of the feathers. Everybody’s gaze turns to face me, yet I’m not fazed by it.

As I approach the brunette, I see two girls, who are practically sitting on his lap, flirting with him.

“Tom,” I clear my throat as I stand beside his seat in the booth.

His chocolate brown eyes look over at me and his thin, pink lips turn up, “Hello, darling. I didn’t think you’d be coming.”

I raise my brow, disappointed, “Neither did I, but I think it’s better if I got going.” I sniffle, “Goodnight, and have fun.”

As I scurry away, I can hear the sluts with Tom say, “Did she actually think she’d look good in that dress? She’s way too fat to look good in something like that. Maybe she should go on a diet. She has no boobs or ass, she just flat, like a rectangle. No curves, bitch!”

Tom didn’t even try to defend me, and then the tears came. I walk out onto the balcony and stare at the night sky. Stars were twinkling and the moon shone brightly. I tried so hard to get Tom’s attention tonight, but nothing seems to be working. He hasn’t acknowledged me, his own fucking girlfriend, in weeks, but sluts he sees at parties do. I’m so fucking over this shit. He obviously wants to break it off, but he’s just too much of a bitch to do it. I can’t, and won’t, stand up for this anymore. I’m breaking it off, tonight.

Recollecting all the strength and courage I have, I walk back into the room, shoving anyone who got in my way.

“Tom!” I yell out, catching his attention.

He smirks, “Yes, princess.”

“We’re done. I’m cutting our ties.” I say sternly.

Tom’s face is the complete opposite of mine, “Princess, you can’t do that. You have nowhere to go. You need me.”

I scoff, “I don’t need you, I can live on my own, I have been for a while now.”

“Haven’t you been living in the castle, my castle?” He snaps back.

“Yes, but I know where I can go, where I belong.”

This set Tom off, “You mean heaven?” I nod, “Darling, you know they don’t accept you anymore, after all, you are dating the king of hell.”

“Not anymore.” I state, confidence running through my veins, “And frankly, I don’t care if they throw me into a dungeon and torture me. I’d rather be there than be here with you.” Tom flinches in shock and I smirk at my small victory, “Now, I’m leaving.”

He tries to reach out for my arm, but quickly, I dodge his grab. I start pushing people out of my way while trying to block Tom from getting to me. I hear his yelps for me to stop, the pain in his voice struck me in the heart. My heart is telling me to turn around and jump into his arms, but I remind myself of the constant isolation I had to live through.

Buried in my thoughts, I didn’t hear Tom yell, “Stop her!”

A hoard of guards grab my arms and hold me from running away. I try and fight my way out of their grip, but they’re too strong for my small figure to take on. Tears blur my vision and I scream, scream at the top of my lungs.

“Let go of me! Get the fuck off!”

“Darling, stop,” Tom’s velvety voice rings through my ears. “Let go of her, but don’t let her leave.”

I feel my feet touch the ground and instinctively, I try to run. The guards were surrounding Tom and me, acting as a shield preventing my escape.

“Darling, princess, please just listen to me,” he grabbed my shoulders, preventing me from shaking.

“Don’t call me that! Stop it! Let go of me! I hate you!” I scream out.

He seems to be shaken by my words, but he doesn’t let go, “Don’t leave, please. I’m sorry, princess.”

I try to scream, but my voice is lost, so I shake rapidly. He tries to talk to me, but I cover my ears. Tom lets go of my shoulders, trying to pry my hands off of my ears.

Tired of fighting, I give up, “Please,” I squeak out, “just let me go.”

My tears continuously roll down my warm, pink cheeks. I’m shaking in anger and sadness.

I grip my hair, pulling at the roots, “Darling, please, please don’t do that,” Tom grabs my hands with one hand and strokes my hair with the other.

He scoops me up in his arms, carrying me bridal style back into the castle. I can hear the indistinct chatter of the party as we walk through the long corridors, bringing back all the memories. I try to scramble out of his arms, but his grip only tightened.

“Don’t,” Tom mumbles.

As we enter our bedroom, I feel a sudden warmth comfort me. He lightly places me on our silky bed. He then continues on to strip me, but I stop him.

“No,” I whisper.

He gets the message and tucks me under the covers.

“Go to sleep, darling. I’m going to disband the party. I love you, princess, don’t forget that.” Tom says before leaving me alone in the vast room.

I throw my legs over the side of the bed, grabbing my white angel dress and putting it on. I make my way to the balcony, admiring hell one last time before preparing my wings for the journey I will pursue on the flight back to heaven.

“Y/N, princess,” I hear Tom’s voice emerge from the bedroom.

He sees me standing on the railing of the balcony and rushes over to me. I look back at him, the moonlight reflecting off of my shining skin as I say one last goodbye to the man I once loved.

“I’m sorry, Tom. I love you.” I smile, a tear slipping from my eye.

“Darling, no!” He reaches out to grab my leg, unsuccessful in the attempt. “Fuck!” I can hear Tom’s loud voice as I glide up into the midnight blue ether.

I fly off into the clear night sky of hell, my white attire and wings glowing in the moon’s light. I soar up and into the blinding white and gold clouds of heaven.

! next part !

ho ho, the mistletoe

a/n: this was really quick and short because I have no inspiration right now, but I got a request I’ll be working on so ;)

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Tom: hey, darling

Y/N: yes, tommy

Tom: you know the songs that goes like “ho ho the mistletoe hung where you can see”

Y/N: indeed I do, why

Tom *looks up*: well... I- umm... there’s- *mwah (he give you a quick peck before turning red as a tomato)*

Y/N: aww tommy, you don’t have to be embarrassed, I think it was really cute uwu

Y/N kisses him again but with more passion and Harrison pops out of nowhere yelling: gEt A rOoM

stay with me, please

warnings: SELF-HARM, ATTEMPTED SUICIDE, mention of death, depression, language

a/n: please do NOT read this if you are sensitive on the topics in listed above. I do not support the topics. if you feel alone, call the suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255. please remember that you are loved, and when times get tough, it’s just a rough patch in your life, but it’ll be over with soon. look on the bright side of things. treat yourself with love and care. i love you all ♡

*i personally have never had an experience on this topic, but a very close friend of mine has, she took therapy and is better than ever now. feel free to talk to me by clicking ‘ask me anything.’ i myself have suffered from depression. i tried to cut myself and was only able to cut my fingertip. i have a habit of not eating a lot of food and trying to stay quiet, not to attract attention to myself. nobody knows about it, not even my family or close friends. i know it’ll get better. i will make a post just on this because i’ve typed too much of this on my lil’ fic here, which have more parts to come, so enjoy!*

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pt.1 | pt. 2

Tears fell from your eyes as you looked at your wrist. The razor blade was lodged into your arm, causing the red, warm, liquid rapidly spill out. You kept going until it was 8 cuts.

The bathroom floor had patches of blood covering it, but most of the blood made it into the sink. You used a hand cloth to wipe up all the red stains and washed the cloth in the sink. You made sure there weren’t any red spots left in the sink, and continued on to prepare a bath.

You slowly sank into the warm water, the blood from your arms colouring the water red. As you sat there, the tears flowing down your cheeks slowly started to come to a halt.

Then, you heard the familiar sound of your front door opening, “Darling? Are you home?”

In a rush, you stood up and out of the bathtub, and drained it. You washed it over twice to make sure there was no more opaque, red, liquid floating in the tub.

He must’ve heard the water run because the next thing you knew, he was opening the bathroom door.

Luckily, you already had slipped on his hoodie, covering your somewhat bloody scars.

“H-Hey, Tommy. You’re back early.” You stuttered, still uneasy from earlier.

“Y/N, darling, I’ve missed you! I came back to surprise you!” Tom shone, the smile on his face widens.

“What’re you doing in the bathroom?” He questioned, looking confused.

“I was just, um, taking a bath.” You excused.

“In the middle of the day?” Tom connected eyes with you, trying to break through your protective shield. You noticed his motives, and quickly look away.

“Yeah, what’s wrong with taking a nice, warm, bath in the middle of the day?” You falsely giggled.

“But, you said that taking baths in the afternoon was dumb?” Tom tried to remember.

You bite the inside of your mouth, silently cursing yourself out because you did tell him that before.

“Just was tired, let it go?” You sighed. He could feel the tension, so he let it go.

For the following weeks, you continued to cut, while Tom started to notice the loss of energy you’d have when he came back. He also started to notice the small things, like you had had a hard time falling asleep, or you would always wear his hoodies or your long-sleeved clothing items.

One day, Tom woke up to the great smell of eggs and toast coming from the first floor.

“Love?” He walked down the stairs. To his surprise, he saw you making his favourite breakfast meal. “What’re you doing?” A smile flashed across his fatigued face.

“What d’you think, you doofus?” Your giggle was fake. If only he knew that this was his last breakfast with you.

You placed the toast and eggs onto the white plate, handing it to him. Then, you poured him a cup of coffee to enjoy with his “extravagant” breakfast. You ate the leftover eggs and drank some coffee.

“I gotta go, love, but I’ll be back later,” He kissed your forehead. You took in his affection while you could.

“Tom,” You called out before he could leave the flat, “I love you,” You quickly, or tried to, walk over to him and give him the most passionate kiss you could.

“I love you, too, darling,” He chuckled.

“Bye,” You smiled and waved.

“Bye, love,” He rolled his beautiful, brown eyes.

Tom found your actions weird since you hadn’t been this affectionate ever, especially for the past few weeks, but he ignored his suspicions, and happily drove to work.

Once he was out of your sight, you ran, the fastest you’ve ever been, up the stairs, and into the bathroom. You pulled out the large blade and started cutting large, deep, cuts into yourself. Every place you could possibly cut, you cut. You were so numb from the pain, you didn’t feel the impact when you fell to the cold, tiled, floor.

“Y/N? Darling? Where are you? I forgot my phone here. Could you grab it from the room?” Tom’s voice rang through your ears.

No! He can’t be back. No! Go away, Tom! Please.

“Babe? Where are you?” You could hear his heavy footsteps rushing up the staircase.

Please don’t come in here, please don’t come in here, please don’t come in here.

Tom pushed the door open, practically running to my side.

“Y/N? Love? Are you there? Please respond!” He shouted, tears rapidly falling from his eyes.

I caused him pain.

“Stay with me! I love you, Y/N.” His voice cracked.

“Hello? Yes, I need an ambulance! M-My girlfriend. She’s dying. She cut herself and the blood won’t stop coming out. She’s becoming pale! Please hurry!” He sobs into the phone.

“Stay with me, please. I love you,” He kissed your forehead. Then, darkness.

The faint sounds of the ambulance sirens vibrated through your head. Then, you heard Tom’s voice.

“Don’t go, baby, please don’t,” His voice was quivering.

“I love you, so many people love you. Please stay.” Tom’s hand tightens around yours.

Lies. Nobody loves me. No one will. No one has. I’m alone.

When will you be making part 2 for moonlight KOH Tom :,) Cuz I'm all fucked up now thank you very much

lmao 🖤 I’ll try to work on it tonight bc I’m in my best writing headspace at like 12 am to 3 or 4 am. thank you for reading my work tho 🥺🥰