Requested by imnotreallysureabtit: Tom always jokes about a specific thing with his friends and with Y/N, and it's slightly hurtful to her but she never says anything. One time, it hits a spot as she's already in a bad mood, and she breaks down crying before explaining to Tom that it upsets her, and he comforts her.

*Please note: this one-shot contains mentions of body and weight insecurity, so if that's something that you can't read right now, please don't read this chapter. Also, as always, I want to reiterate that as long as you are healthy, your weight DOES NOT MATTER. Someone could be stick-thin and be extremely unhealthy, and someone could be plus-size and be perfectly healthy, size and weight means nothing as long as you are healthy and happy. Thank you, and enjoy xoxo*

"Who's ready for some drinks?" I smiled, making everyone cheer and clap as I carried the tray of homemade cocktails into mine and Tom's living room.

"Darling, they look gorgeous, wow." Tom scoffed and rested his hand on my lower back as I leant down and placed the tray on the coffee table. I gave him a thanking smile before taking one of the cocktails for myself and sitting down on his lap, his arm curling around my waist to support me as everyone else took their drinks too.

"Oh my god, Y/N, these are so good!" Zendaya exclaimed as she took a sip, everyone else murmuring and nodding in agreement as they all tried the cocktail.

"Why thank you, I do try." I giggled and shrugged nonchalantly.

"Another beautiful drink, tiger, thank you." Tom smiled up at me. I playfully rolled my eyes and returned the smile in an attempt to hide the hurt that always came with that nickname, the pang in my heart evident at the word.

"Wait, what did you just call her, Tom?" Harrison scoffed.

"Oh, 'tiger'? It's just a nickname that I have for her because of her stretch marks." Tom shrugged, though I raised my drink to my lips and took a decent sip in order to try and stop myself from getting upset at the nickname that my boyfriend didn't realise hurt me so much. Tom and I had been together for two years now, and he was truly the love of my life. We'd met through Grace, Harrison's girlfriend, as the pair of us had been friends for what felt like forever, and so she had figured that Tom and I would be a good fit for each other. She had been right. Despite my own insecurities about my body and the fact that I wasn't what Tom usually went for given my fuller figure, the longevity of our relationship already proved that that didn't matter to Tom, and that he loved me plus-size and all. But then there was the issue of the nickname. Of course it hadn't been long after we'd been together that Tom first spotted the stretch marks that lined my ass, stomach and thighs, and whilst I knew that he loved them and found them cute, I didn't have the same opinion of the nickname that he'd chosen for me based on the marks. The name itself would have been sweet enough without the slightly backhanded-compliment nature of it, and usually Tom would only call me that in the privacy of our nights together. It was one of the first times that he'd called me that in front of others, and I had to say that it upset me. Though I couldn't say anything, especially given that I'd never told him before how much the name upset me, and so telling him for the first time in front of all of our friends and his brothers was far from the tactical move that I'd eventually want to pull to stop the name once and for all.

"And you're okay with that, Y/N?" Zendaya asked, my best friend raising an eyebrow at me as she checked on me.

"Yeah, course." I lied with a shrug, everything in me desperately trying not to cry as I continued to sip my drink, and try to ignore the twang of pain that came with my own boyfriend having developed a nickname for me that was based on one of my deepest insecurities.

~One month later~

Tom unlocked our apartment door and let us both in, my jaw clenched and tears pricking my eyes as I wordlessly entered our shared home.

"You want anything to drink, my love? I'm going to get myself a beer." Tom asked as he headed through to the kitchen and I immediately took a seat on the sofa.

"Nope." I mumbled, my eyes glued to my shoes as I angrily unlaced them. It had been a month since Tom had called me 'tiger' in front of our friends for the first time, and somehow, I still didn't know how, my asshole boyfriend had managed to make it a running joke within our friendship group. He now made a point of calling me it whenever we were with Harrison, Zendaya, Jacob and Tom's brothers, and it was grinding me down more by the day. We had just gotten home from another movie night with our friends, and it had been no different. 'Tiger' had been the only thing that Tom had called me all night, and to say that I was pissed off and upset was a major understatement. I was just about ready to come to blows with Tom over this, he just didn't know that yet.

"That was fun, wasn't it? It's always good to see everyone again." Tom chuckled as my boyfriend slumped down on the sofa next to me and put his arm around me whilst taking a sip of his beer.

"Uh huh." I mumbled, my heart pounding harshly with anger for him as I just looked down at my hands. Tom's eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.

"Are you okay, sweetheart? You've seemed slightly off since we left Haz's." He mumbled.

"I'm fine." I returned equally as quietly, though I had to admit that there was a slight bite in my words.

"Are you sure, tiger-."

"STOP FUCKING CALLING ME THAT!" I yelled, my body shooting up and away from Tom as the words came out before I could stop them. His eyes widened at me, his mouth falling open in shock as he sat forward and put his beer down.

"Woah, darling, what's wrong?! Talk to me!" He scoffed and shook his head. I choked and bit my lip, the upset and emotion that came with the nickname, as well as the emotion of having buried it all for so long suddenly hitting me like a tidal wave as I sat back down next to Tom and immediately buried my face into my hands.

"My love, talk to me, please, tell me what's going on." Tom softly cooed, tears starting to leave my eyes from behind the palms of my hands as I felt my boyfriend's own hands cup my face.

"I know that you've always called me 'tiger' out of love and as a term of endearment, I know that it's not something that you say to hurt me, but it always has hurt. It reminds me of my size, reminds me of my imperfections, reminds me that I'm so far from the type of girl that you usually go for. Reminds me that I'm fat, and not perfect in any sense of the word." I cried and shook my head as I finally lowered my hands to allow Tom to see my face. His face immediately dropped at my words, his eyes wavering as sadness filled them.

"Oh, my love...I'm so sorry, I had no idea that the name hurt you so much, oh my god." He sighed and shook his head, making me choke as he gently pulled me into his arms. I returned the hug, my eyes squeezing shut and my hands gripping onto Tom's shirt for dear life as I just let him cradle what felt like a broken body.

"I'm so sorry, my love, I never would have called you that had I realised how much it hurt you, let alone mentioned it to the group. But please believe me when I say that none of what you just said about yourself is true, sweetheart. You are beautiful, you are perfect, you are everything to me. I couldn't care less about your size, all that matters to me is that you're healthy and safe, and I know that you are, so that will always be enough to me. I know that you have insecurities about your size, darling, and I won't ever invalidate that, but please believe me when I say that you truly are perfect to me. You always have been, and you always will be." He cooed, his lips pressing softly to my forehead as his fingers ran lovingly through my hair. I sniffed and looked up at him, my eyes red and puffy from crying as they flicked up to look at my boyfriend.

"Do you really mean all of that, Tommy?" I whispered.

"I've never meant anything more in my life, darling. I'm so sorry that I hurt you, and I promise that I'll never call you that again, or bring it up in front of our friends. I will make this up to you, I swear to god." He shook his head.

"Thank you, Tommy. It means a lot." I nodded.

"Anything for you, my love." He gave me a small smile, making me return it as he leant in and gently kissed me.