#coffeshop tom x reader

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coffeeshop tom x reader

this one is fluffy but still a bit sad. this is my easter present to you guys, i hope y’all are enjoying the holidays. i also hope you guys enjoy this.

warnings: mentions of death and grief. tom is a dick for a second. so much love it makes even me want to vomit.

It had been 4 months since your husband's funeral, and you saw him round every corner. The flower shop down the street, the dry cleaners, even your favourite coffee shop.

You decided you needed a fresh start. Everyone in your old town knew who he was and you were tired of the sympathy. You had just settled into your new apartment when you saw a leaflet for a coffee shop down the street. This was just what you needed.

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‘I’ll have a chai latte please.’ You smiled at the barista, hoping to make a good first impression.

‘Name?’ The barista doesn't even attempt to make eye contact with you as she gets out her pen for the cup.

‘Y/n.’ You smile awkwardly as she walks away, before hearing laughter next to you.

You turn to be met with a surprisingly handsome face, hair in perfect waves and pearly white teeth curled into a smile.

‘Did I do something?’ Your brows are furrowed as the mystery man shakes his head.

‘No, no. That's Lucy. She isn’t the most polite when it comes to customers. I’m Tom. And I’m guessing you’re new here?’

You grin, shaking his outstretched hand.

‘Was it that obvious? I’m Y/n.’ You notice he holds onto your hand a little too long, before you slip your fingers out from his palm.

Tom grabs his and your drink from the countertop, before walking over to a table.

‘What brings you here? People usually have a story before moving here.’

You didn’t really want to go round this new place broadcasting that your husband had wrapped his car around a pole, but you figured one person couldn’t hurt, and you didn’t want to lie to this nice man.

‘Um, my husband died. So I moved. That’s my story. What’s yours?’

You could see his eyes soften as he takes in your words. He opens his mouth to say something, before closing it and facing away from you.

‘My job brought me here. I’m a doctor.’

You smiled thoughtfully, taking your drink from his hands, wrapping your cold fingers around the cup.

‘He was a doctor too. My husband, I mean.’

‘He must have been a good man then.’

Your eyes welled up, happy to be talking about your late husband without pity.

‘The best.’

You take a sip of your drink.

‘Where do you live?’

He leads you to the window of the shop, pointing at your apartment complex down the street.

‘Just up the road.’

You look up at him.

‘No way! I live there too, number 27.’

His eyes light up, sparkling under the soft café lights.

‘I’m number 32! You’re probably right underneath me. Can I walk a pretty girl to her apartment?’

Widow. You think. Not a pretty girl. But he’s cute, and you need a friend anyway.

‘Okay.’

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2 weeks later, you finally invite him into your home, and he nearly jumps for joy.

As he takes a few steps in, you ask if he would like a drink.

‘Black coffee would be great, thanks.’

You make you two drinks as Tom walks around your apartment. Looking at every picture, inspecting each one carefully.

‘Bit stalkerish, don’t you think?’

You notice him pick up a picture of you and your husband at your college graduation, and you drop your mug. That picture wasn’t even supposed to be out of its box.

Tom reacts quickly, putting down the frame, and rushing over to you.

‘You okay?’

You try to compose yourself quickly.

‘Yeah, yeah. Let me clean this up, don’t want you hurting yourself.’

Tom grabs your hand, grounding you.

‘Let me help, y/n/n. Hand me a towel.’

You help Tom pick up the broken china with the towel, scooping it into a bin.

You both sit on your kitchen floor, when Tom bursts out laughing. You are confused for a second, before joining him.

He stops, before looking into your eyes. His eyes flicker down to your lips. You don’t have time to freak out before his lips are on yours. You pull back quickly, and his face turns bright red.

‘What was that, Tom?’

‘I thought you liked me?’

You shuffle away from him, wanting to cover your ears like a child. You did like him. You just weren’t ready.

‘I think you should leave.’

He grabs your hand, and you don’t have the strength to pull back.

‘Why are you pretending you don’t feel this between us? I will respect any decision you make, but why are you acting like you don’t want this when you obviously do?’

You need him to shut up.

‘Stop it! I’m married!’

Your words surprise both of you. You get up, staggering, tears blurring your vision.

‘Please get out of my house, Tom.’ You whisper into the air.

Flashbacks of your last kiss with your husband are playing like a carousel in your mind. You realised you hadn’t been kissed since.

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It took a week for Tom to come knocking at your door. He had been plucking up the courage, figuring out what to say, how to apologise. He had finally come up with something.

But when you opened the door and saw Tom, you burst into tears. Tom tried to start apologising, but you had already wrapped your arms around his coat.

‘He gave me his shoes.’

Tom hugged you back but couldn’t figure out what you had said through your tears.

‘What, honey?’

You grabbed fistfuls of his shirt in your palms, finally letting everything out.

‘He gave me his shoes. On that day, I couldn’t…I couldn’t find any shoes to wear to work, so he, he gave me his shoes and told me to wear them. He kissed me and then he walked out the door. He gave me his shoes.’

Tom stroked your back, shhing you, mumbling oh honeys and oh sweethearts into your hair.

‘He gave me his shoes. He gave me his shoes. He gave me his shoes.’

He carried you back into your apartment, and tucked you into his bed, before brushing hair out of your face.

‘I’ll wait, Y/n. I’ll wait till you’re ready to be with me. Because I’m up for whenever. But till you are, I’ll be a friend.’

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It had been 7 months since your incident at your doorstep, and you were finally ready to be with Tom. He had been patient, waited just like he said he would.

You wanted to prepare a nice meal, or take him out to dinner, but you just had to tell him now. You had made your way to his doorstep, and he opened the door, hair messy, and he was just in his pyjama bottoms.

‘Y/n? Wait, did I forget a movie night? Crap, I-’

You surged forward, crashing your lips against his. He is confused for a second, before he leans into the kiss. You pull back after a while, cupping his cheeks with your palms.

‘I’m ready, Tom. I’m ready to be with you.’

He grins at you, before going in for another kiss.

‘Fucking finally.’

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[words-for-holland]

Quarantine Series: Silence is Golden?

Pairing: Tom Holland X Reader

Summary: Tom and Y/N don’t get into a lot of fights, but this one will leave you speechless...literally.

Check the Rest: Burnt Out | A New Look | Secret Cuts & Kisses | Breaking Friendships |The Birthday Week | Movie Night

A/N: Hey! Did you know I created a Masterlist?! You can view here (X)!

Every couple has their good and bad days. Some people will even say it’s healthy to have a little dispute once and awhile. For Y/N and Tom, the bad days just kept on coming. Maybe it was due to the work piling up on Y/N’s plate lately, or the fact that Tom was stressing about going to Berlin in 2 weeks for his work. Either way, both of them were under pressure, and with everything going on, it’d be no surprise that even the smallest things would irritate them.

“Tom I told you to put your luggage off to the side. One of us is going to trip with all this shit in our room.” Y/N scolded as she pushed the black luggage to the side of wall.

Tom was sitting in bed, rolling his eyes at his fiance’s comment and went back to focusing on his script. “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a big deal if you just cleaned the room every weekend like you were supposed to do.” He grumbled as he highlighted his lines.

“I was working the entire weekend. I told you I had a huge release to prep for and last time I rememebered I’m your fiance not your maid. It wouldn’t kill if you could just do some of the chores in the house instead of having me, Harry, Harrison, or Tuwaine do it for you.” She argued, glaring down at Tom with her arms crossed. “Just cause your some hot shot celebrity doesn’t mean you can just sit there and do jack shit.”

Tom looked at her with surprise and anger. He just about had it up to here with her nagging. Tom loves Y/N, but sometimes, like tonight, she was really getting on his nerves, and the next few things he says to her were not so pretty. “Can you just shut up?! You’re always telling me what to do, what not to do, to stop doing this and stop doing that, and god the never-ending chatter that comes out of your mouth.” He spits out not even paying attention to how Y/N was reacting. “Some people actually do prefer some peace and quiet. God, I really can’t wait to go to Berlin just so I don’t have to hear that god awful nagging of yours.” Tom shakes his head as he looks back at his script, until he realized what just came out of his mouth...complete and utter bullshit that he didn’t mean.

It was Y/N’s turn to be surprised. In fact she was speechless, not really knowing what to say to his rant. It hurt a lot, as if her heart had just broken in a million pieces. If there was one thing you needed to know about Y/N, it was that she valued everyone’s view and opinion of her. So, you can best believe that if someone had a problem with her, she would not take it lightly. When it comes from the person you love the most...well...one can’t even begin to fathom how much it could hurt.

Tears were forming and streaming down her eyes, as small sniffles start to escape. Her tiny hands balling up into a fist. She wasn’t just upset, she was furious. “Well, if thats how you feel then, I don’t know why you’d want to be with a person that doesn’t shut up...Cause clearly I’m not good enough.”

Tom starts to sit up on the bed and lean towards her, trying to apologize profusely, but it was a lost cause that couldn’t be taken back. She runs out of the room with her stuff as she moves to the guest room to cry herself to sleep. Tom stays in their bedroom as he looks up at the ceiling with a disappointed face. “What have I done?” He whispers to himself, only praying they would be able to make up in the morning.

The next day, Tom wakes up extra early to prepare a ‘Sorry I’m such a div. Please forgive me’ breakfast with chocholate chip pancakes, bluerberry smoothies, and apple turnovers from her favorite coffeshop in London. And if that wasn’t enough...he had also brought her a bouquet of red roses. He awaited for her to come down, with everything set. As the boys came by to eat their share of the breakfast, Y/N comes down to akward silence. Everyone staring at her and Tom standing in the middle smiling with flowers in hand.

“Morning Y/N.” The boys say in unison.

“Morning boys...Tom.” Y/N mumbes the last word as she makes her way. They continue to talk and eat amongst themselves as Y/N looks for a seat to sit at, but sadly the only one available is the one next to Tom. He looks at her with his brown puppy dog eyes, silently pleading for her to sit next to him. Y/N gets the message as she rolls her eyes, and tales the seat. He present her the flowers once again, smiling off his boyish charm. “Darling, Im so sorry for the way I acted I didn’t mean it. Please don’t be mad at me. I love you so much.”

Y/N takes the flowers and nods, as she goes back to her breakfast. She ate rather quickly as to make sure she didnt have to deal with anyone and went straight back to the guest room. Tom slouches in his seat, sighing in defeat. “Great the silent treatment.” He says out loud.

“Damn, Tom you must have really fucked up.” Tuwaine said as he took a bite of his pancakes.

“Yeah mate, what did you do?” Harrison asked, intrigued by his best friend’s dilemma.

“You couldn’t hear them? They fought because Tom couldnt do a simple job and then called Y/N a talkative nagging piece of work” Harry answered him, stifiling a laugh. “Im sure the whole world could have heard him.”

“You also forgot, how he said he’d rather be in Berlin than be here with her.” Tuwain mentioned.

Tom glares at his younger brother and Tuwaine, giving them a good shove on the shoulder. “Hey, don’t be mad at me. I’m not the one that had to get his shit together.” Harry defends taking his last bite.

“What do I do? She wont even talk to me and I went through all this work to apologize to her.” Tom asks as he stares at the floor solemnly. “I don’t want her to be mad at me.”

“I don’t know mate. Maybe just earn her trust again. Im sure youll both work it out...you always do.” Harrison reassures him as he makes his way to wash the dishes.

Later that night, Tom passes by Y/N as she makes her way to the bathroom across their bedroom. Tom tried his best to set up the bed as if she was staying with him, fluffing the pillows, pulking down the comforters, and turning up the AC. As Y/N finishes up, she sees him standing at the edge of the bed, waiting for her to join him. “Please? I cleaned up the room and gave you your favorite pillow because you know you cant sleep without it.” He pleads, pouting with his lower lip sticking up.

Y/N looks at the tidy room and the pillow he left her. She smiles when she takes notice of the the one pillow with flowers and ripped edges. It was her favorite pillow since she was 5 and sworn to everyone that it was the only pillowcase she could ever sleep peacefully in. With the thought and gesture Tom made today, Y/N figured it was the least she could do, though it didn’t mean he was forgiven compeltely yet. Tom smiles at his first victory as he climbs in the bed with her. He tries to snuggle closer and wrap his stron arm across her waist, whispering “I love you and I really am sorry.”

Y/N wasn’t too comfortable getting this close still, and ultimately took his hand that was on her waist and dropped it to his side. Tom, felt a slight hinge of sadness when she did that. She never refused his cuddles and anytime they had a fight they would always make up before rhe end of the day. He sighs loudly in silence. Y/N turns around to face his back, and leans over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, which takes him by surprise. “I love you” she whispers, going back to her side of the bed.

The next day, Tom decides to take a quick trip to his parents house, who greet him with ipen arms. Though, both his parents, Paddy and Sam, notice the distress on his face. “What’s wrong son?” Tom’s mum asked with worry.

“Mum, Dad...I messed up.” He cries. “ I was just really stressed out this past week, with the movie, and the fans, and thinking about how I have to leave Y/N for Berlin...I-I- just said a lot of stupid things to her that I didnt mean.”

Tom’s mom rubs her son’s back as she tries to console him and calm his breathing. “There. There. Its going to be okay. You know Y/N loves you so much. Im sure you’ll both get through this.”

“That’s the thing mum. I don’t know if we can. She won’t even talk to me. I made her breakfast gave her flowers and even cleaned our room liek she asked me too. I don’t know what else to do to show her that I truly sorry.I told her I can’t wait to go to Berlin so I did have to hear her talk, but thats far from the truth. I don’t want to leave her when we’ve had all this time together.”

“Hmm...perhaps you should do the things that she doesn’t ask you to do. You know Y/N is also stressed with her job as well, she might not have time to get around to all the things that need to be done. Also tell her how you really feel besides that you’re sorry and you love her. You know both of you have had a hard week and there’s a lot of feelings bottled up inside. Just be honest with your feelings. I know you didn’t mean it and Im sure she knows too.”

Tom smiles at the last sentence, realizing the two haven’t really committed to the rules they promised each other, be honest and communicate with each other. “You’re right, Mum. I cant even remember the last time we really talked.” Tom got up up quickly whiping away the dry tears. “I’m gonna go make things right with Y/N. Thank you for everything. I love you.” Tom hugs his mother, before he makes his way ready to set things right.

As he pulls up to the house, Tom is ince again by the door with flowers in hand. Y/N sliently looks at him as she tilts her head curious as to why he’s on his toes...and with more flowers in hand. “Look you don’t have to say anything because I’m gonna be doing all the talking right now.”

Y/N looks at him in surprise, intrigued to hear what he has to say this time. “Y/N. Im know. im such a dumbass, clueless, and careless bloke who didn’t stop to think about your feelings and the things you wanted from me. I should have helped around more, I should asked how you were , and I definitely should have pushed my luggage to the side of the wall like you asked me too many times.” He says chuckling nervously. “And I know I fucked up, but Im really going to to try to make it an effort to listen more, and help you as much as I can. And Im so sorry for being so distant, I just I had a lot on my mind and the fact that I have to leave you, in two weeks when this has been the longest we’ve spent time together, it made me more sad.” Y/N looks at him with a sympathetic smile, almost ready to accept his apology. “So look, I know you’re probably still mad and everything, but Im really hoping this makes it up for you because I really do love you. Every single thing about you and theres only two more weeks before I leave and I want to spend every day, hour, minute, and second with you.”

There’s silence in the air as Tom looks into her eyes, trying to find some answer. “Every day, hour, minute, and second?” She questions him smiling. Tom’s face lights up with the brightest smile hes ever out on. He drops the flowers and hugs her even more tightly than he did with his mother, spinning her around. Nothing sounded better than hearing her laugh, it’s been far too long. He cups her face, kissing her passionately only to pull away and move the stray hairs from her face. Taking in every single detail of her face. “Yes. Ever day, hour, minute, and second..so lets not waste anymore time.” He grabs her hand as he rushed her to their room.

“Wait, wait, wait!” She yells with laughter. Tom sulks and groans, “Aw, what now?”

“You didnt even ask if I forgave you, yet?”

“Well...” Tom says pretending to think “Do you forgive me?”

Y/N looks at him, leaving a chaste kiss on his lips. “Of course I do.”

“Good. Now let’s go. Got to show you how much I appreciate and love you.” Tom smiles as he pulls her away.

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[tomdutch]

for the coffeshop week two i'd love to recommend two tom x reader fics by nonstoplover 🥰

"met this girl": it's just perfectly slow burn, that makes it feel not at all rushed. it has some very, very cute tom moments too 🥺

"some kind of beautiful": even though the writer isn't native english, the descriptions are sometimes so nice! alsoo i think it's just such an adorable fluffy fic with tom being the perfect boyfriend ever (like yes please i want that too) ❤️

➳ met this girl by @nonstoplover

↳ tom is with his best friends at a bar just like every friday night when a group of girls walk through the door and his breath hitches in his throat catching sight of one of them. he knows he gotta have her, but it proves to be a much harder task than he thought.

➳ some kind of beautiful by @nonstoplover

↳ as soon as he can, tom jumps on a plane to get back to the uk, getting into his car right away to drive up to liverpool, where his girlfriend of years lives. he’s tired, hell, exhausted, but he knows that he has to ask her to move in with him tonight, because he won’t survive another day without her by his side.

❀ the coffeeshop recs | week 2: hidden treasures ❀