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mrs-hollandstan · 2 years ago

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You & mob Tom fell out over you not wanting to move in with him or being part of his mafia crew

I changed this a lillll bit to fit one of my fave tropes of leaving when y/n is pregnant and Tom doesn’t know sooooo I hope you still enjoy hehe

You tried your best to pretend you didn't see him but he demanded all attention. Especially with that gaze directed towards the little girl in your arms. You'd seen Harrison around recently and you just knew that your baby girl looked just like her father and that he'd reappear, demanding you finish the conversation you refused to have nearly three years ago, settling instead, for walking out and never looking back. He'd never been fine with the decision, but now he was upset about the decision, seeing as your shared little girl was here and he'd known nothing about her.

You'd only told him you didn't want to move in and that you didn't enjoy his career. He'd just shrugged it off, but what hurt was when you'd collected your things and disappeared in the night, blocking his number and moving out of town. But he'd found you anyways. He approaches, your eyes hooded as you stare at him, hoisting the three year old higher on your hip. He licks his lips,

"So… when were you gonna tell me?"

"I wasn't. And that right hand man of yours had no business doing it either." You spit. He hums,

"Right… because it's totally acceptable to keep my daughter from me." The urge to fight him, tell him she's not his is strong, but you ignore it. You look to Evelyn,

"You're staying with me." You scoff,

"Yeah. I'll pass." He shoots daggers,

"Would you like me to take full custody Y/N?" He threatens. You swallow as he turns to you, staring down into your eyes, "Give me a reason to take my daughter from you." He growls. The whimper you release, at least, isn't loud enough for him to hear. He grips your arm, dragging you after him while you cradle your daughter to your hip. He practically shoves you into his car, a car seat being slid in before he climbs in beside you. He gestures to it,

"Teach me how to use it." You don't necessarily do as you're told, you just buckle her into it, glancing up when she's settled. His eyes linger on her for a moment before they flick up to you ans then ahead at the road. You buckle yourself in, sitting quietly as his driver drives you back to the mansion you escaped from years ago. You sigh as you stare up at the dismal house, quickly unbuckling Ev from her carseat the second the car is parked. Tom moves around the car, pressing a hand to your lower back, leading you towards the front door. He gestures up the stairs once you're inside,

"New stuff in the guest bedroom for the both of you. If you need anything, let me know."

"Yeah, extra bedsheets and a basket." You murmur. He frowns,

"Yeah… I'd love to see your daughter from a third-story window." He grumbles back. He turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen while you head upstairs. You inspect the guest bedroom, smiling as Evie immediately gasps and goes for the drawing table in the corner. It's easy to lose time when you're watching her create things like she always does, and before you know it, Tom comes into the room, glancing down at the little girl in the corner,

"Look at that… didn't need the basket after all." You roll your eyes as he sits beside you, shrugging his suit jacket off. He sighs,

"She's beautiful Y/N." He murmurs, leaning his elbows on his knees. You nod,

"I know. She looks just like you and you've always been beautiful." He smiles,

"And yet I can't seem to keep you around." You glare at him,

"And yet here I am being held hostage." He gestures to the door,

"I didn't lock you in. You could've strung your sheets together and made a run for it into the forest. But yet here you are, watching her have the time of her life." Glancing back at Evelyn, you chew the inside of your lip,

"Yeah… I always seem to do that." There's a moment of silence before he speaks again,

"I could've helped you." You shake your head,

"I was not subjecting her to the same fate I had." You mutter. He frowns,

"What's that supposed to mean? You let me get you pregnant. I couldn't have been that bad."

"It wasn't you Tom, it's the fucking job. It would have killed me to have her used against us so your goddamn enemies could've gotten to you." You tell him. He frowns,

"So… you don't hate me…" You shake your head,

"No." He scoffs,

"You still fucking love me."

"That doesn't matter anymore-"

"Of course it matters! I spent all this time thinking you hated me. Ans then Harrison finds out you have this little girl and I was heartbroken. That," he gestures to Evelyn, so much vulnerability in his eyes, "That's my little girl. I don't even know how she became this person because you left me." He has tears in his eyes now as you stare up at him. You swallow,

"I can't have her used against me-"

"I can give you a detail. Protection 24/7. I just… I hated feeling like the one person I was supposed to trust was double crossing me. I thought you hated me. Please… please, don't take her from me again. You think I liked not having you around? I fucking loved you." He explains. You blink up at him,

"I'm scared."

"You don't have to be. Trust me." He tells you. Glancing at Evelyn, you swallow,

"I just don't wanna lose her." He takes your hands,

"I… have you both." Finding his eyes, you sigh after a moment and nod,

"Fine… but the second something happens to her, that's it. I'm done." He nods,

"You're not gonna have to worry. Anyone that touches either of you… dead on the spot." He tells you. You sigh,

"And I don't wanna stay in this house. I've always hated this house." You admit. He nods,

"Done." Moving in, he drags you in, his lips covering yours in a searing kiss. He drags you into his lap, stroking your hair back,

"Fuck I missed you." He grumbles." You smile, staring down at him. He swallows,

"What'd you name her?" Glancing over your shoulder, you smile,

"Evelyn Nicole." You admit. He smiles,

"My mum will be… you've just inflated my mum's ego so hard." You giggle,

"She's the best part of you." He shrugs,

"She was… that little girl over there is the new best part." You stroke curls from his forehead,

"This is true. Hence the name. Passing it from one to the other." He smiles,

"She deserves the world."

"And you know what… her father can give it to her." He nods,

"And he intends to do so." You smile down at him, "starting now." He practically dumps you onto the couch, moving towards your daughter. When he crumbles onto the floor next to her, crossing his legs beneath him, you remember why you've loved him for so long.

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peterdarlingg · 1 year ago

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Mob!tom oneshot teaser

A/n: surprise surprise! I’m working on this oneshot of a mob!tom au and it’s almost done. I feel like I’ve been gone for so long so decided what the heck here’s a tiny teaser and I hope you guys like it and stick around the the fic. Much love ❤️

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how some guy owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of things, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically.

And Tom looking back now, he was regretting not having a guard with him on you guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and you talked about how you just wanted today to be private. Just you and Tom.

“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held you hand his his kissing your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on the side of your torso.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!”

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rambling-at-midnight · 4 months ago

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Masterlist

Jason Todd x Reader

(Complete) Pros and Cons of Midnight Snacks, Part 2, Part 3

Don’t Go Disappearing On Me Again

Second Chances, Part 2

Please Come Home

Supernatural

A Nice Day Off (Supernatural/TUA crossover)

Sam Winchester x Reader:

(Complete) False Image: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

(Complete) Angel: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

(Complete) Four Years: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

(Complete) The Dangers of Sarcasm: Part 1, Part 2

Marvel

Peter Parker x Reader:

Dating Peter Parker Would Include…

(Complete) Hacked: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

Sharing a Brain

Meddling

Insomnia

(Complete) Inferno: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Wanda Maximoff x Reader:

Art

The Umbrella Academy

A Nice Day Off (Supernatural/TUA crossover)

Five Hargreeves x Reader:

(Complete) Number Eight: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Invincible

(Complete) Pick Your Battles: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Epilogue

Ten Years

Ring

(Complete) Snowflakes Melt Too Quickly: Teaser, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 5.5 (Alternate Ending)

See You Later (Or Not)

Midnight

(Im)Possibilities

Jealousy

Shy

Klaus Hargreeves x Reader:

You know?

Don’t You Believe Me?

Sherlock

Sherlock x Reader:

Slytherin Sherlock x Slytherin Reader

Slytherin Sherlock x Ravenclaw Reader

Slytherin Sherlock x Gryffindor Reader

Slytherin Sherlock x Hufflepuff Reader

Dating Sherlock Holmes Would Include…

Actors

Tom Holland x Reader:

(Mob!Tom, Trigger Warning) Rain

(Mob!Tom, COMPLETE) Protection: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14

(COMPLETE) Rising Stars, Part 2, Part 3

(Discontinued) A Handmaiden’s Lies: Teaser, Part 1, Part 2

#masterlist

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huntergatherercreator · 1 year ago

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Liar: Part 4

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You find out what Tom does for a living.

A/N: It's been a while since part 3, if anyone is tagged that doesn't want to be anymore let me know 🙂

Part one | Part two | Part three

1,851 words

The minute you'd landed at the airport the press of unfamiliar humid air had settled on your chest making it difficult to breathe. You'd expected to be filled with relief and have the tension of the last day melt away. You'd expected to feel free. Instead, the sudden feeling of loss was almost crippling as you stared out at the foreign streets. Not only had you lost the man you thought you’d spend the rest of your life with, you’d lost your life. Your friends, your family, your home. All gone in a matter of minutes.

You silently cursed him. For pursuing you, for being so attentive and caring, for making you fall so hard for him. For keeping secrets, for lying, for being a killer for hire and not thinking you deserved to know exactly who you were getting involved with. But most of all you cursed yourself. For being so blinded by him in every way that you didn’t even suspect something was amiss until it was too late.

While the sun beat down relentlessly on the palms you stood at the exit doors with frustration swirling in your gut. What were you doing here? How had things gone so wrong so quickly? Tears prickled behind your eyes but you held them back. Now wasn’t the time. You had to work out your next move before he realised you were gone, if he hadn’t already. His warning about the mafia lingered above your head like a guillotine waiting to drop. You’re a liability to them now. A chill swept through you despite the overbearing heat of the city.

If you were going to survive and stay hidden you had to become someone else. Someone untraceable.

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Tom

The early morning sun bathed the room in golden light. It spilled over her. Caressed the bare skin of her back as she slept peacefully. Shrouded her in a warm glow that made his breath catch. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to this. Waking up next to her always felt like a sneak peek of heaven. One he didn’t deserve given he was definitely not on that guest list anymore. Not after everything he’d done. When he looked at her though, none of that mattered. He’d redo his sins a hundred times over knowing their path would lead to her.

He brushed his fingertips down her spine unable to hold back from touching her any longer. She stirred slightly with a soft contented sigh. He pressed his lips to her shoulder. Her neck. Her jaw. Each kiss as gentle as possible. He didn’t want to wake her but he couldn’t help himself. A small smile tugged the corner of her mouth.

‘Is this your subtle way of saying you’re ready for another round?’ The husky sleep laced tone of her voice was like honey to his ears. Sweet and hard to resist. Speaking of hard...

‘It wasn’t, but since you insist,’ he moved to gently cover her back with his body, his evident interest in her idea pressed firmly against her. ‘I’m more than happy to oblige.’

A laugh that had his heart stuttering.

‘Is that a no?’ He asked softly, leaning in to graze her neck with his teeth. She wriggled back against him with a gasp.

‘You’re insatiable’ she muttered, faux exasperated. Rolling over she finally opened her eyes to gaze up at him. God, he could get lost in those eyes. The depth of them consumed him. The way they lit up around him with sparks of joy, admiration, lust. He wished he could be exactly how she saw him. Unstained and pure. He never wanted her to stop looking at him like she was at that very minute. He already knew he needed to tell her everything, preferably before he got in any deeper than he already was. He just had to find the right time. Her lips brushed against his, her hands trailing down his chest. Later, he resolved as he kissed her back languishing in the contentment that came with her touch. He’d tell her later.

His brothers voice broke him from his reverie and he reluctantly returned his attention to the men filling the conference room.

“There’s nothing new to report. The Miller incident was handled. I have men still tracking Newman.” His voice sounded flat even to his own ears. His brother cleared his throat uncomfortably before jumping in with information of his own.

Eyes drifting back to the reports in front of him, Tom stared at them unseeing. The confrontation in your apartment had left him hollow. He’d been so sure you would see the situation the way he did, as a necessary part of his job and nothing more. Instead your reaction haunted him in the dark endless hours of the night.

That goddamned lunch date. Guilt wormed through him at what you’d walked in on. If he had paid attention to his phone more closely, or held off interrogating that creep for even ten more minutes you'd still be together. You were never supposed to see that side of him. What he did for a living was exactly that, it wasn’t personal. His hands may not be the cleanest, he’d done things that made other men flinch at the mere thought, but he’d never brought that darkness anywhere near you. You were his safe haven. The tether that kept him grounded even on his worst days.

Staying away from you caused a deep ache in his chest but you’d asked for space and no matter how long it took he’d wait. That didn't mean he wouldn’t keep checking up on you. He’d spent most of his nights parked up outside your apartment staring at the darkened windows praying for a glimpse of you to keep him sane. He wasn’t surprised you hadn’t contacted him, though it hurt more than he could put into words. He meant everything he’d said to you. He would be by your side through everything and anything that happened. There was nothing that could make him love you any less than he did.

As the meeting wrapped up he fled the room before he could get pulled into any conversations. The peace of his office was all he wanted until it was late enough to leave and head to your apartment. The anticipation of almost seeing you was all that got him through the afternoons anymore.

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he was half way to his desk before he realised he wasn’t alone. He reflexively went for his gun.

“It’s me!” his brothers voice cracked in surprise as he rose from the leather armchair, hands up to ward him off. Tom froze, the weight of the gun in his hand burned as he realised what he’d been about to do.

“Stop sneaking about like that, Harry!” he snapped. He quickly holstered his gun and fisted his hands to hide their slight tremble.

“Me? Get your head out of your arse. You’re the one blowing off jobs, blowing off your family to sit in a dark car all night.”

Tom froze. His brother raised an eyebrow at him. “You didn’t honestly think no-one had noticed?”

Tom moved to sit at his desk. The seconds he had his back turned he tried to school his features. Had he really not noticed someone tailing him? Unsettled he shuffled his files, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he eventually answered when he was sure he had a hold of his emotions.

“Bullshit.” Harry stalked over to the desk and glared down at him with folded arms. “You need to stop. I don’t know what happened between the two of you but she’s not coming back.”

Ice slipped into his veins freezing him in place as he slowly processed his brothers words.

“What did you just say?” Tom’s voice was barely above a whisper but the warning tone had Harry tensing.

“I know you don’t want to hear it, but she’s gone. Its time to get your shit together. You’ve been moping about for too long. People are starting to notice.”

Tom’s heart kicked hard against his ribs. His brother couldn’t be saying what he thought he was. There was no way.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” He was barely able to keep the slow rise of panic at bay as his mind raced. He hadn’t told anyone what happened. Even if Harry assumed you’d broke up he'd be giving Tom the ‘get over it by getting under someone’ speech, not saying what he was saying.

When Harry took too long to answer, Tom kicked his chair back and stalked over to him.

Harry straightened, surprise widening his eyes but he held his ground.

“What do you mean?” he half growled. His fingers itched to grab his brother by the shirt front and shake the answers out of him.

“How long has it been since you saw her?”

“Three weeks,” Tom reluctantly shared. Three weeks, 2 days and 8 hours. In other words, too damn long.

Harry hesitated again and Tom almost swung for him. “Tell me what the fuck is going on!”

“I honestly thought you knew, Tom,” Harry ruffled a hand through his hair uncomfortably. “She’s been MIA since then. She hopped on a red eye and Intel says there’s been no activity on her cards since she landed.”

Harry kept talking but the words were drowned out by the blood roaring in Tom’s ears. The edges of his vision wavered for a long second as he struggled to pull in a breath. You were gone. You’d left him.

His brothers hands were suddenly on his shoulders, fingers gently digging in to get his attention. When that failed he pushed Tom down into the nearest chair and a glass of whiskey appeared. He downed it without hesitation. It stung his throat and pooled in his empty stomach with a burn that did nothing to thaw the ice trapping his heart.

Fingers tangling in his curls he stared into his empty glass. Where had you gone? When would you be back? How could you leave without telling him? A million more questions raced through his mind as he tried to reconcile everything. How had he not noticed when he’d sat outside your apartment for so long each night?

With a jolt he realised that if Intel had told Harry about you leaving then you were on their radar already. A new wave of worries and anxiety took over as he silently questioned how long they’d been keeping tabs on you.

After what felt like an eternity he glanced up to find his brother sat opposite him, elbows resting against his knees as he nursed his own glass. The sympathy radiating off him set Tom on edge.

All promises to give you time no longer applied. He had to find you before his boss realised why you’d ran.

“Where is she?”

“She landed in Miami,” Harry’s jaw worked for a second before he surprisingly added, “I’ll book your flight.”

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websterss · 2 years ago

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THE SWEAR JAR — TOM HOLLAND

SUMMARY: If there’s one thing that scares London’s mob king the most, it’s having an angry mother scold him.

WARNING(S): Fluff

WORD COUNT: 3,333

PAIRING: Tom Holland x fem!Reader

A/N: Reposting old fics!!! Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

It was like any typical weekend. The hustle and bustle that went on early in the morning of the diner you worked at. It was rather slow as usual. You got the same set of customers. A couple of college kids coming in for some breakfast before going off to study for their big exams, and a lovely elderly couple who greeted you every day as you served them.

“Good morning Mildred, Phil.” You smiled down at the couple in awe. The underlying love they had for each other always made you melt. What was even more precious was how long the two have been together. That was certainly something you longed for, but as reality kicked in, you never ended up being with someone who wanted to stay with you.

“Good morning, dear.” Mildred smiled wholesomely up at you.

“Good morning Y/n. How are you?” Phil asked.

“I’m doing just fine Phil, how are you?” You placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I could use a milkshake.” The old man admitted causing you to chuckle. You nodding understanding.

“One milkshake coming up.” You jotted down the order. Not that you really needed to. You knew the couple’s order by heart. You always made sure the one milkshake that they shared came with two cherries and extra whip cream, complemented with two straws. It made you soft.

“Oh, how’s Henry?” Mildred placed her hand on top of yours perking up as she looked around for the brown tousled set of locks she grew to love and see every day.

“He’s right over there Mildred.” You smiled sweetly while guiding her to look at the child who was perched on top of one of the red stools at the counter. He was currently too occupied with the new coloring book that you had recently purchased for him. You giggled at his concentrated face, his brows were furrowed while his tongue was slightly poking out of his mouth.

“Oh, he’s getting so big!” Mildred placed a hand on her chest, melting at the sight of your little boy.

“He sure is.” You sighed happily. “Well, it was lovely seeing you two again. I will put your order in right away.” You gestured to the notepad in your hand, before excusing yourself.

“Nice seeing you too dear.” Mildred smiled sweetly as Phil patted your hand.

You headed back behind the counter to start making their drink. You began the same routine it took to make the milkshake, following every step you always took. You would start the process, doing everything normally, and as soon as you’d get the attention of those two brown beautiful eyes of your sons. You’d start dramatically flipping a bottle here and there for effect, like how you were doing right now. You flipped the whip cream container, then shook it around before creating the big white swirl on top of the chocolaty goodness. You finished off your masterpiece by placing the two cherries on top. You pressed your fingertips together then kissed them.

“Voilà!” You said in the best French accent you could muster. Your smile grew as Henry stared at you with eyes filled with excitement. His contagious laugh caused you to lean over the counter to bop his nose while leaving some whipped cream on it.

“Mommy!” Henry continued to laugh as he cleaned off the whipped cream. “You got me!”

“I got you!” You smiled with joy. It was moments like these that made you stop and think. These moments that made you wonder how you got so lucky. “Alright munchkin, finish your nuggets okay.” You ruffled his hair then grabbed two straws making your way around the counter to go give Mildred and Phil their milkshake.

“Okay.” Henry grabbed one of his nuggets from his plate and took a bite. You shook your head still smiling as you headed off to the far end of the diner where the couple sat. Henry watched you walk off, then continued coloring.

Once you placed the glass in front of them you busied yourself jotting down other people’s orders and refilling coffee mugs. You were almost too occupied to notice the doorbell ring open, and the man who walked in. The man quickly looked around, noticing a couple stares that were not so subtly thrown his way. He stepped forward then made his way to the counter. He sat down on the stool next to a little kid coloring. Your kid.

Henry looked up at the man who tapped his fingers against the counter as he waited for someone to take his order. Henry was reminded of when you told him not to talk to strangers he didn’t know. Stranger danger ran through his head, but not entirely.

The man’s phone suddenly chimed, notifying him that he had gotten a new message. He opened his phone and quickly examined what was sent to him. He read the text, and couldn’t stop himself from cursing.

“Shit.” He said, which caused Henry’s ears to perk up at the word he used.

Henry didn’t know whether to tell the man what he had said or to just leave it alone, but then he took notice of the container in front of him a couple inches next to the cash register and decided to go for the first option.

“Y-You owe a dollar.” Henry’s voice squeaked as he turned to the man sitting beside him.

This caused the man to look up at the voice he heard off to his left. He quickly saw the little boy who was now looking up at him.

“Excuse me?” He questioned as he stared at the boy confused.

“You owe a dollar.” The small voice of Henry spoke up again.

“What do I owe a dollar for?” He furrowed his brows together.

That’s when Henry got on his knees on the stool and reached forward with his small hands. He grabbed the jar and turned it around for the man to see. On it was a piece of paper taped to the jar. The words on it read Swear Jar in big black letters. At the sight of the words, Tom chuckled to himself before he looked back at the kid amused.

“Ah, my apologies little man,” Tom said as he fished out his wallet from his back pocket. He then came to realize three things as he did this. 1.) Your kid just called him out for cursing, which he’s done multiple times. 2.) Your son didn’t know who he was, and 3.) He only had a hundred dollar bills. He pulled out one of the bills and gestured it to the jar, taking notice of the way the kid’s eyes grew, which caused him to smirk.

“For my horrible manners.” Tom let the bill fall into the jar, smiling as the kid continued to gape at him in awe.

“That’s a lot!” Henry exclaimed.

“Yeah.” Tom chuckled. “How about we make a deal? I am growing quite fond of this little diner, so for every time you catch me cursing in here, I’ll put in a hundred dollars.” Tom made his proposition to the toddler.

“Woah, really?” Henry gasped.

“Really, so what do you say?” Tom reached out his hand.

As Henry stared at the strange man who extended his hand towards him, he grew eery. He then jumped in his seat at the sound of your voice.

“Henry?” You stopped in front of the two of them, realizing who it was that your son was interacting with, and you were stunned to say the least.

The action didn’t go unnoticed by Tom, who slowly turned his body away from the boy.

Realizing the little kid really had no idea who he was, which caused him to frown slightly.

“Can I get you anything?” You quickly said, not meeting his gaze as you put down your notepad on the counter.

“Just a coffee and some of those donuts over there, love.” He motioned with his finger at the display case with all the deserts. “Please.”

“Coming right up.” You muttered as you turned around to busy yourself.

You didn’t know what had come over you. You weren’t as nearly overprotective or speechless…okay that was a lie you were so overprotective, but not as much as you were being right now. Maybe having London’s most wanted Mobster entering your diner was what was doing the trick. Making the air thick with tension that caused your nerves to increase. Nerves that didn’t make you feel at ease. Especially when your son was around.

“You alright love, you’re looking a little under the weather?” Tom questioned as he noticed your shoulder tensing up. Then he just had to say your name. “Y/n.”

You couldn’t hide the way you froze in your spot. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath slowly turning around in place to look at the man you grew to know over the past few months. You noticed the way his eyes softened as you stared him in the eye this time. You sighed as you slowly stepped forward to stand right in front of him. You were so overwhelmed having your boy and Tom in the same place, especially right next to each other. You started feeling guilty.

“What are you doing here?” You muttered.

“I was told this was the best place to get donuts in London.” His answers amused you. He was referring to the time you told him that the tiny little diner you worked at had the best pastries money could buy. You may or may not have over-exaggerated that last bit, never truly thinking he would actually come here…I mean this place and his status didn’t really match well together.

You raised your eyebrow not believing that for a second.

“Alright, you caught me.” He held his hands up in defense. “I wanted to see you.”

“You wanted to see me?” You slowly worked out his sentence.

“Is that so hard to believe?” He smiled sadly.

“We went on a couple dates, Tom.” You whispered as you fiddled with the bracelet on your wrist. “We never officially dated.”

“They were some amazing dates I might add.” He smirked as you shoved him playfully. “We also can’t forget when we first met. You almost backed up on me with your car.” He chuckled at the memory.

You closed your eyes cringing at the thought that you almost did do that. “I didn’t see you.” You sighed.

“No, I don’t think you did…” Tom laughed and trailed off.

“I don’t think you came all this way to just see me.” Tom lifted his head as you started talking. “There’s always something else with you, so what is it?”

Tom sighed before he shifted his gaze to the left slightly. You followed his eyes to the little boy who was back to his coloring. He turned his gaze back to you before speaking. “When are you going to introduce us?” He muttered.

Your eyes grew wide. You didn’t know what to say to that. “That’s what you came here for?” You let out a breathy laugh.

“Hey don’t laugh, I have as much of a right to meet my kid as any other father would, no?”

“Tom I-”

“You still haven’t told him about me, have you?” He frowned slightly. “It’s been almost-what six years now, Y/n. I’m a stranger to my own kid.”

“There was just never a right time. You were never around and with the things you do. I’m just…scared.” You sighed.

“Hey look at me.” He gripped your hands in his. “You know I would never let anything happen to the two of you, love.” He smiled up at you.

“I know that...I just-” You closed your eyes. “What if something does?” You frowned. You let your eyes fall on the curly haired boy sitting before you.

“I’d give my life for you both.” Tom reached forward and gripped your hands.

“You better not. That boy needs a father...” You eyed him.

“Father? Really?” Tom lit up like a Christmas tree. He brought the back of your hand up to his lips and gave it a sweet lingering peck.

“Yeah...I think it’s time now.” You breathe out nervously.You take your hands back and run your palms down the front of your apron.

“I think I should be more nervous than you, darling.” Tom teased you a bit.

“Shut it.” You pointed a finger at him then walked over a bit to stand closer to Henry. Luckily he hadn’t noticed the two adults conversing since he was too focused on coloring in his Spider-Man picture with his red and blue crayons.

“Hey, munchkin.” You reached a hand forward to ruffle his hair.

Henry looked up at you. He gave you his full attention.

“There’s someone I want you to meet.” You smiled softly at the mention of meeting someone you knew intrigued him suddenly.

“Who?”

You quickly gestured next to him. Henry turned in his stool to see who he was meeting. It was the man he was talking to earlier

“Henry, this is my very special friend Tom.”

“Hi, Henry, it's nice to meet you.” Tom offered his hand. Smiling at your son happily.

“You know my mommy?” Henry asked.

“Yes I do, I know your mommy very well.” Tom smirked up at you. You pushed his shoulder playfully.

You watched as Henry nodded before he spoke up again.

“Mommy, Tom said a bad word,” Henry confessed. Tom’s eyes grew wide in fear. He was not expecting that to happen.

“You did what now?” Your mom switch flipped on. You threw him an accusing look.

“I uh...No wait! I swear…Henry you little-” Tom stuttered nervously as he was being stared down by you. “It slipped out by accident!” He raised his hands up in defense shaking his head scared.

“No, it didn’t!” Henry furrowed his brows.

“Yes, it did!” Tom nodded furiously as you raised a questioning brow at him.

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

You watched as the two of them bickered back and forth arguing. If this is what your life had in store for you. Your actual child playfully arguing with...well you weren’t quite sure what you and Tom were. He was just your Tom. You shook your head in disbelief.

“Boys behave or I’ll ground you both.” You cut them off. Not really meaning it, but you weren’t letting Tom off the hook.

“Now you mister are in big trouble.” You laughed as you pointed at him.

“It won’t happen again.” Tom nodded

“He even put a hundred in the jar mommy!” Henry exclaimed excitedly.

“What?” You questioned as you opened the jar and saw the huge bill piled on top of the other bills. “Oh, Tom, you didn’t need to put in this much.” You frowned as you reached for the bill only to have him stop you.

“No, leave it, love. It’s okay really.” He smiled as you eyed him. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Right cause people just casually leave in a hundred dollar bill.” You couldn’t stop yourself. You let the words slip out. “We get it, you're rich!” You closed your eyes.

“Yeah I have money, but I’m not trying to flash it in front of you” Tom admitted seriously. Your face fell into your hands.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I just– I never really could adapt to your life that easily.” You avoided his gaze. “I work for a living, you know, and before, you paid for everything. It's not something someone like me gets used to.” You gestured to the diner. Tom listened intently. He knew how much hard work meant to you. It was the only thing you stood by.

If you didn’t work for it, then you probably didn’t deserve it. “You know I was thinking…”

“That’s never good.” You chuckled teasingly.

He titled his head giving you a playful bitch face. Then he grew serious again.

“I was thinking maybe…if you’d want to. You could–You and Henry could, you know, move in with me.” He suggested. His expression was shy but full of hope.

“What? You want us to move in with you? I don’t understand?” You shook your head.

“What’s not to understand? I want to be able to wake up to you every morning, and see Henry every day.” He laughed nervously.

“No, no, that’s definitely not it.” You brushed off the explanation not falling for it one bit. Tom sighed deeply.

“Alright, fine. I really don’t think it’s safe to live on this side of Kingston.”

“Tom we talked about this-”

“Just listen to me.” He waited until you let him continue on. “I want to feel like I’m actually doing something. I want to be able to go to bed with a clear conscience knowing you’re safe. Knowing the both of you are out of harm’s way.” He smiled softly at the end.

You rolled your eyes but smiled nonetheless. Tom knew how to truly make your heart melt.

“Let’s get him accustomed to a new parental figure in his life first, then we'll talk about living arrangements.” You answered curtly and shortly.

“Really?” He looked up shocked, not expecting you to actually give in.

“Yea, do I need to say it in another way or form?”

“I heard you perfectly, my love.” Tom beamed as he grabbed your hands curling them into his and placing a big ole kiss on top of them, making you giggle at his fanatics. You enjoyed being the only one besides his family to truly see this side of him.

“This will be good for us, right?” You nodded trying to reassure yourself.

“It will be my love, I’m going to make sure of it.” He leaned in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Ewwww!” Henry exclaimed with a disgusted scrunched up face. “He still said a bad word, mommy.” He pointed it out, you had almost forgotten about that.

“As a matter of fact, he did…didn’t he.” You slowly turned your gaze back to Tom who sat there grinning, scared for his life. “Care to explain?” You lifted a brow at him.

“I..uh..hahahahah.” He chuckled nervously. He avoided your gaze then realized you placed his order in front of him. You followed his gaze, then you both looked at each other. Tom reacted much quicker than you and reached for the box and took off towards the door running scared. You scoff, you were stunned and at loss for words, but you glanced down at your watch and counted down.

3, 2, 1.

You made a motion with your finger towards the door and in came Tom walking up to you to give you another kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll pick you guys up later?” He smiled innocently.

“Sure.” You nodded amused, biting your lip.

Tom turned around again but then decided to say goodbye to Henry.

“That Spiderman?” He nodded to the picture.

“Yeah, he’s so cool!” Henry exclaimed happily.

“Hell yeah, he is.” Tom froze as it slipped past his lips again.

“Tom!” You scolded him. You were now glaring at him. Tom quickly reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet and placed another hundred in the jar. He leaned over the counter and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips this time, before taking off running, but not before saying.

“I’ll work on it, bye Henry!” Then the door closed behind him.

You stood there stunned. Your fingers slowly tracing over your lips. You shook your head, grinning stupidly, then turned to look at your son.

“What are we going to do with him?”

“We could try duck tape.” He suggested.

“Yes!” You pointed at him and high fived him. You knew that everything would work itself out in the end and that’s something you couldn’t wait to happen.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland oneshot #my gif #writings by juls

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t-lostinworlds · 1 year ago

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t-lostinworlds' commissions

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↳ hi! as some of you might know, i'm on my broke college girl era and i will need all the help i can get to pay for tuition and everything else. so i thought, why not give commissions a shot? so here i am!

if you're interested, then keep on reading!

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current characters I write for include: bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, steve harrington & peter parker

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will include scenes from: a nathan drake one shot, revisiting is sweeter, a tom holland boxing AU, and a tom holland frat au

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chapters from my Tom Holland Mob/Mafia AU — there are only 7 parts in total that are fully completed. the rest are rought draft that i'm willing to share privately for free if anyone simply want to know what happens next.

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#bucky barnes x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #steve harrington x reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #nathan drake x reader #t's commissions #writing commissions #fanfiction commissions #gif commissions

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euphoricdreamsidreamabout · 2 years ago

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A Dance with Death (Mob!Tom Holland X reader)

Teaser

Being enemies as well as allies with the best mob leader out there had to result in random, unwanted run-ins and conversations, at least for you, the daughter of the biggest Mob leader in London. However, when both of your mobs are at risk ,you wouldn’t let some decade old feelings take over, right ? But can hating someone so much lead to love ?

#enemies to lovers #mob tom holland #mob! tom holland #mafia series

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wimcycles-aj · 1 year ago

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·˚ ༘₊·About Me·˚ ༘₊·

Hello! My name is Anixton but you can call me Anix or Wims/Wimcycles.

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On this specific accounts I will be writing Small Stories, Headcanons, Scenarios and Etc.

If you want actual Stories you can go to my Wattpad which is in my Link tree (Link in Bio)

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Fandoms I write for

Transformers

Transformers Prime

Transformers Bayverse

Transformers Animated

Transformers Robots In Disguise

Transformers Earth Spark

Transformers War for Cybertron

Marvel

Spectacular Spiderman (haven't seen in a while)

Ultimate Spiderman

Across the Spiderverse

The amazing spiderman (Andrew Garfield)

Spiderman 1-3 (Toby Maguire)

Homecoming // Far from home (Tom Holland)

infinity war

Civil war

Endgame

Guardian of fhe Galaxy

Deadpool

Anime

Tokyo Revengers

naruto

Mob psycho

Demon Slayer

Jujutsu Kaisen

Justice League unlimited

Young Justice

Justice League action

Teen Titans

Teen tians go

Titans

The Batman

Batman the Animated series

The new batman adventures

Batman the killing Joke

The Dark Knight

Joker (Movie)

Extra 🧍🏽

Ninjago

TMNT 2012

ROTMNT

House of Wax

Halloween

Texas chainsaw massacre

Scream (1 through 6)

Total Drama island

Psycho

Bates motel

Star wars

The Mandalorian

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Yandere

Angst

Su!c!de/Depression

Fluff

Platonic ships

Romantic ships

LGBTQ+

Character x Character

Character x Reader

Character x Oc

Mental illnesses

Comforting

Any gender is welcome<3

Insecurity

Crossovers!

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Lot's of gore

Incest

Fetishes

Suggestive content of minors

S/A or R@pe (It's a triggering topic for me and many others.)

Zoophilia

Minor x Adult (Pedophilia. If it's platonic fine)

HUGE Age gaps with MINORS

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Suggestive content (depends on the character)

kinks (Depends.)

Matchups (I'm still learning about those)

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Oneshots I will write up to 900-1'000 words sometimes more if I have extra ideas (You can ask for a 2nd part of a oneshot if you like it) , Short stories can be up to 1'000-3'000 words with 3-4 parts.

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moon-fics · 1 year ago

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the barbie movie comes out this week and i can't help but think how would be funny and cute a one shot where mob! tom holland is dragged by his woman to see barbie, she makes them wear matching outfits (like barbie and ken) and he hates it but puts up with it because it would be a crime to spoil how excited she is

OMG, MORE MOB!TOM!!! I’m currently working on the two requests from before but more mod! Tom is excellent!😭

He absolutely does NOT want to go see the Barbie movie.

But when he sees how excited you are while talking he already knows this isn't a choice

He is forced to read every meme or watch every tiktok about the movie

He will NOT admit he laughs at Micheal Cera's Barbie headshot

He also won't admit he's beginning to quote those memes as well

He somehow manages to get you into the Premiere event for the movie

Holy shit is he going all out just for you

You decide you and Tom will dress up as a classic Barbie movie couple (Example: Genevieve and Derek or Princess Annika and Aidan)

He has bodyguards around at all times, but they are also forced to wear pastel colors

I believe this man would enjoy the entire movie but won't say it (Slay Girlies)

You have the best time at the event and that's all he needs to brush off comments about him becoming soft

During the film, he will hold your hand the entire time

No, he wasn't laughing at Ryan Gosling's Ken, that's NOT what happened don't be stupid

He definitely laughed at Ryan Gosling's Ken because he's just talking

Once the premier is over he'll spend the entire night driving to different food places with you just to buy all the Barbie-themed foods

His bodyguards have to wear pastel outfits the entire night, with no acceptions

Once you two finally get home you watch some classic Barbie movies before falling asleep

#tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x fem #tom holland fluff #tom holland #tom holland blurb #mob!au #mob!tom holland

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peterdarlingg · 1 month ago

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Bloody promises

Pairing:Mob!tom holland x reader

Synopsis: it’s your first date with Tom in a long time. Though things don’t go as planned.

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, pain meds, angst. (I think that’s it let me know if I’m missing something.)

A/n: hope you enjoy! I love hearing feedback (nicely<3)

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how someone owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of the bad and the ugly, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently. Though Tom always tries to protect you from everything and anyone.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically. You always had a target on your back since you were considered Tom’s weakness and your father had his own powerful mob as well. So you thought who would dare go against the top two mobs in London?

Tom looking back now, was regretting not having his personal guard with him on your guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and how you just wanted today to be private. “Please T. For me?”

“Things have been really stressful for the both of us and I just want to spend this time together. I know it would be good for us. Please. Just this once?” You begged him to be alone together. You had literally not once gone out wheather with or without Tom, without having protection. Just you and Tom.

He couldn’t say no to you.

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“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held your hand and kissed your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on your side.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!” You could hear Tom faintly talking to you but it wasn’t really registering over your heavy breathing at this point. But you could feel the anxiety radiating from him. “Harrison!” Tom yelled bursting into the house with you in his arms, looking for his second in command. His yell echoed eerily through the house and just seconds later Harrison came running down the hallway, face panicked and alert.

“Get Claire here now!” He barked. Claire was a doctor and he pays her a hefty amount of money to work for him and the only one Tom trusted at that. Harrison opened his mouth just before Tom yelled “Ask questions later haz, now!” He ran down stairs to the med bay Area and put you in the bed. You were yelling in pain begging him for relief.

“Please make it stop,” you shouted voice straining in pain. “Make it stop,” you muttered, sobbing quietly. “Please..” you begged him. “Shhh” Tom whispered between your cries of help, tears searing down his face, holding you in his arms rocking you back and forth gently, arm wrapped around your head cradling it gently while his other hand continues putting pressure elbow deep in your blood.

You whimpered as he put generous pressure to stop the blood from flowing further. “Shhh, I’m so sorry sweetheart, I’m so sorry, it’s okay, you’re gonna be okay love,” face buried in your hair, pressing his lips to your temple. “It hurts Tommy,” you muttered. “I know, I know my darling, it’s okay we’re going to get you fixed up okay?” He rasped. His heart hurt hearing the absolute agony in your voice. His mind kept going back to your date and how he could’ve saved you from this pain.

“You doing okay love?”, he noticed you were very quiet. You were sitting together on a bench in the park at night after having a mouth watering dinner. Not from those fancy restaurants Tom went for his formal meetings though.

You had always loved getting the greasy, mouth watering food from your favorite diner that had been around for forever. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asked while looking at you with all the admiration in the world. It was just you and him.

“Yeah.” You smiled softly at him. “I was just thinking that I don’t remember the last time we went out together, you know I just-“

Tom was brought back when he heard footsteps coming inside and he saw Claire. “What’s the damage?”, She asked Tom. You tuned them out, you felt heavy but on the clouds at the same time. Tom was holding your hand and still putting pressure on with his other. You didn’t look so good. Your face was white as a sheet and you were sweating profusely. Your body was shaking and shuddering. Claire was already going to work. “How much blood has she lost?”, she asked him. Tom let out a shaky breath, his anxiety overflowing. “A lot. A bunch of it…too much,” his voice barely above a whisper. “I-I-I’m-m cold-d.” You whispered. You were breathing rapidly, Your body shaking, curling up into you self as you tried to get warm.

“She’s going into shock,” Claire announced and she started working as fast as she could. “Get that blanket from the chair over there and wrap it around her shoulders. Now.” She ordered Tom while she continued working on you and pushing some fluids into an IV into your arm and hooked you up to various machines that made you look so fragile beneath them. In just a few seconds, Tom came back next to you and started covering you with the blanket and tucking it around your shoulders very effectively. He then proceeded to rub up and down your shaky arms continuously trying to comfort you and keep you as warm as possible.

He stood at the head of the bed and watched Claire starting to work on you. She had given you some anesthesia and pain meds so you were slowly getting knocked out at this point. Your eyes fluttered shut looking up at Tom, his fingers tangled in your hair, hand rubbing up and down your arms and leaned down and kissed your hair. He was the last thing you saw before you saw black.

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You woke up to annoyingly loud beeps. Attempting to open your eyes was a struggle it was like they were glued shut. You felt a pang of pain down your side that came and went. Finally coming to it your eyes slowly fluttered open and you realized you were in the med bay in your home. Suddenly you heard muffled voices coming from the other side of the door. The voices got gradually louder and that’s when you realized it was Tom arguing with Harrison. You looked around the room and found evidence of Tom staying here by your side. His phone, cups of coffee and blankets and other clutter. The door opened abruptly and Tom walked in.

“Sweetheart, you’re awake!” Tom tried to look happy but you could see the concern and sadness clear as day in his eyes. “Yeah,” You croaked your throat scratchy and dry. You coughed harshly, wincing in pain from your side. Tom rushed to get you some water.

“Here, here darling, drink baby” he held up a cup of water to your mouth helping you sip, his hand cupping your head for support. The cold water felt incredible, like you hadn’t had a drink in weeks.

“More water?” He gently asked. You shook your head no. “No thank you.” You whispered head falling back from a sudden dizziness. “You okay, love?” “How are you feeling?” He gently probed, gently running his hand over your hair. “I’m okay I think, just a little lightheaded. “It’s probably the meds they got you on. It’s gonna go away in a bit don’t worry.” He said softly, sitting beside you on the edge of your bed.

“It’s okay it’s kinda sick actually, it’s like I’m drunk,” you giggled, turning into a full blown laugh. Tom started laughing as well seeing you all high and silly from the meds was very interesting to say the least. “Why were you yelling?” You softly asked him after coming down from your laugh attack. “What?” “I heard you and Harrison arguing out in the hall,” you told him. “Oh..I- I’m just so- I just can’t believe I let tonight happened. It’s all my fault and I’m not gonna stop till I find out who did this to you. I’m so sorry darli-“ “T, stop, take a breath.” You stopped his rambling. “It’s not your fault.” “Please don’t ever think that. It’s not.” You shook your head looking him in the eye. “You saved me.” Voice cracking, you smiled sadly at him, tears welling in your eyes. “No but I shouldn’t have had to save you from anything or anyone, you don’t get it.” He shook his head, getting worked up now. “I could’ve lost you tonight.” His voice cracked, eyes teary. ‘I could’ve lost you, I was loosing you.” His eyebrows furrowed a pesky little tear escaping his eye. You slowly cupped his face, gently wiping his tears with your thumbs, kissing his forehead.

“I’m here,” you whispered in the cold empty room. Just you and him. “I’m here Tom, I promise I’m not going anywhere.” You pressed your forehead against his, eyes closed breathing each other in as time stood still, just you and him. “I love you,” he whispered. “I love you most.” you whispered back. He smiled gently. You don’t know who leaned in first but it didn’t matter you felt his soft warm lips on yours.

He Feverishly kissed you like you’d disappear and slip out of his arms at any moment. His fingers tangled in your hair and your hands around his neck. He was holding onto you so tightly but so gently at the same time. He deepened the kiss and held you tighter somehow if that was even possible. Both your limbs entangled and you couldn’t see where your arms began and ended. He was being so gentle and tender with you like you were made of glass, he never forgot that you were still freshly, badly injured.

Coming up for air both of you panting, you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes enjoying being in his arms and in his warmth and presence. “Please don’t blame yourself my love.” You told him, voice soft. “I don’t blame you and I don’t believe that what happened was in any way shape or form your fault.” “If anything I’m the one to blame, cause you told me it’s best to have protection with us and I said no and-“ “hey-hey, no, you’re not to blame for this. At all.” He backed away to look at you.

“You just wanted it to be me and you.” “And that’s valid.” “I know you’ve been stressed lately. And I know I haven’t been making it better with me always looking over my shoulder. But I promise you right here, right now I’ll do better by you. I swear it.” He looked at you intensely, eyebrows furrowed. “Pinky promise?” You lightly laughed, trying to lighten the mood, raising your pinky.

He chuckled and held up his own. “pinky promise.” He intertwined his pinky with your own. Then hugged your head firmly to his chest, kissing your hair.

#Tom holland x reader #mob!tom holland au #mob!tom holland x reader #mob!tom holland #tom holland x fem!reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #my writing

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callmemana · 1 year ago

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James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

Key: smut -🍓/fluff -🌼/angst -🐂/personal fav -👓/

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

A Million Reasons Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂(college athlete au)

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

Awake My Soul Series @foreverindreamlandd 🍓🌼🐂 (zombie au)

Baby Love, I Need Your Love @shortcakezaza 🍓🌼👓 (mafia!bucky x baker!reader au)

Bad Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30)

Broken Knights Series @itsanerdlife (mafia! au|Ch. 1/30) 🍓🌼🐂👓

Brotherhood & Bullets Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (biker!au)

Brooklyn Pride Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂(street racer!au)

Cruel Intentions Series @itsanerdlife 🌼🐂👓 (mafia! au|Ch. 1/24|sequel to bad intentions)

Chemistry 2 @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓 (danceteacher!bucky au)

Firebug Series @areyoureadyforsomemeatballz 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!au)

Forever @onceuponastory 🌼🐂👓

For Love of the Game Series @perpetuelledaydreaming 🍓🌼🐂👓 (baseball!au)

Heat on High Mini Series @tom-holland-parker 🍓🌼🐂👓 (firefighter!bucky x singlemom!r)

His Empire, Her Rules Series @rookthorne 🍓🌼🐂 (mafia!au)

I Think I Met You In My Dreams Once Series @frostironfudge 🌼🐂👓 (ex!military! x +sized!reader)

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sleepyhollands · 3 years ago

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i think he knows

PAIRING mob!tom holland x reader

SUMMARY tom takes y/n to an important event, and she wonders if her boyfriend knows what he does to her.

WARNINGS alcohol consumption (no drunk sex), language, oral sex (m/f rec.), my y/n’s praise kink, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex (please use a condom!), some begging, multiple orgasms, my y/n’s “yeah?” kink, a teeny bit of overstimulation

WORD COUNT 4.7k

AUTHOR’S NOTE your eyes do not deceive you! i actually posted! decided to try something new here and write in the third person. let me know what you think! feedback is always appreciated and reblogging is encouraged!

three hours into the gala, y/n had begun to get restless, but she knew better than to disrupt tom when he was making imperative business deals. so she kept to herself, sipping on a half-empty glass of champagne in her seat next to him as he went on about shipments and prices to a slightly older woman across the round table.

besides, she knew it wouldn’t be fair of her to complain. tom hadn’t dragged her to the event— he’d merely brought it up, and her eyes had lit up at the opportunity to wear elegant black-tie attire and drink expensive alcohol. but now the night was worn in; it was almost midnight already, and she’d be running out of energy soon, which didn’t bode well for what she hoped might happen when they left.

now wasn’t the time for small talk, as the table’s occupants were far too engrossed in important conversation, so y/n allowed her mind to wander. her eyes caught tom’s hands as he grasped a cold glass of whiskey in one of them, making her think about all the things his fingers could do to her. she and tom had been together for a few months, but the pair had only ever had sex a handful of times. they agreed at the beginning of their relationship that they’d get to know each other before getting to know each other, and had started sleeping together just a few weeks ago. right now, though, y/n really wanted to get to know his body like it was her own.

maybe that was the alcohol talking, but y/n had only had one drink prior to the one in her hand, so she doubted that that was the case. she was barely even tipsy, if anything.

and while tom looked quite intimidating in his sharp suit, using what he called his ‘business voice’ (y/n liked to call it his ‘don’t-fuck-with-me voice’), she found it quite interesting that he could, at the same time, appear so boyish. his curls were styled but loose, not gelled back or cut short like many of the other men in the room. and his laugh was light (tom had told y/n it was important to laugh occasionally at possible business partners’ jokes, no matter how bad, so as to not come off as too cold), eyes crinkling at the sides when he smiled. y/n had realized somewhere in the first month of their relationship that she really liked this boyish trait in a man, especially when that man was tom.

tom was just perfect, she thought. there was no one quite like him, and therefore, nobody could ever possibly understand her obsession with him. he was hers alone, and she thanked the universe for it every morning she woke up with the title of his girlfriend.

eventually, y/n was pulled from her thoughts with a touch to her knee, and a smooth voice asking, “you ready to go, darling?” to which y/n quickly nodded in response, catching sight of tom’s smirk when she did. the way he was looking at her, it seemed as though he was reading her thoughts— making y/n think he knew what she wanted from him tonight. the idea of it resulted in the temperature of her cheeks rising drastically, and she looked down rather bashfully.

before he got up from his seat, tom leaned in so only y/n could hear him as he muttered, “next time, take a picture. promise it lasts longer.”

y/n’s heart skipped a beat or two at his words, and all she could think about was if tonight she might get to see what he was really like under his attitude after an event like this.

…

the car ride was silent, but not uncomfortable. tom’s hand rested against the soft skin of y/n’s thigh, rubbing soothing circles into it, causing her to practically melt. there was nothing inherently sexual about it, but in y/n’s mind, the touch was far from innocent. at least, she hoped it was.

the gala was a good distance away from either of their homes, and y/n couldn’t yet tell by the route if tom was planning on taking her to his or hers. she was hoping for the former, but in an attempt to steer clear of inviting herself over, she asked, “where’re we gonna go?”

in the darkness, tom’s piercing eyes met hers for a brief moment. squeezing her thigh a bit, he replied, “’s it okay if we go to mine?”

when he heard a quiet ‘mhm’ from y/n, tom focused his attention back onto the road, a lyrical smile appearing on his lips. it made y/n a bit too giddy looking at it, so she turned her gaze out the window for the rest of the ride to try and keep her cool.

…

y/n practically lived at tom’s place, so it wasn’t a shock when she removed her jacket and laid it on a nearby couch, kicking her shoes off as well and leaving them scattered in the foyer. she was used to making herself at home at this point. although this would annoy tom if anyone else did it (including his own brothers), he smiled at the thought of his girl feeling comfortable enough in his house to do what she pleased without having to ask.

when she turned back around to face him, y/n was met with tom’s hands on her hips, pulling her in before giving her a sweet kiss. she was slightly disappointed when he pulled away almost as quickly as he had drawn her in to ask in a voice just above a whisper, “stay over tonight?”

the corners of her mouth drew upwards into a smile. she could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted her, but that at the same time, if she refused to do anything with him tonight, he’d still want her to stay just as badly. his obsession with her transcended physicality, and y/n understood it fully— it was the same way she felt for him.

“course,” y/n said, “would love to.”

tom’s grin widened, and they went back to kissing in the entry hall for a little while.

…

they wound up in the kitchen a few minutes later, each having grabbed a glass of water to sober themselves up just a bit. neither of them had drunk excessively (tom barely finished one glass), but the pair had fallen into the habit of doing so anyway, just in case.

y/n swung her legs a bit from her seat on the counter, her long red dress making soft ruffling noises as she did. she’d finished her water a few moments ago, now patiently (only on the outside, on the inside she was dying from the anticipation) waiting for tom to drink the last of his so they could get on with whatever it was they’d end up doing tonight. it was almost as if tom were drinking slowly on purpose, to rile her up a bit more. she wouldn’t put it past him.

if that was the case, though, he didn’t last all too long, because soon he was standing between y/n’s legs, holding them by the thighs so she’d stop swinging them, and then tightening his grip so he could pull her flush against him. it caused her breath to hitch each time he’d done that before, and it didn’t fail to now.

their lips were mere centimeters apart, their breathing shallow as the tension grew thick like butter. it was then that y/n came to the conclusion that she didn’t have to tell tom how badly she wanted him, he knew.

“things went well tonight?” she spoke quietly against his mouth, lips just barely brushing his as she did.

tom nodded. “very well,” he stroked one of her thighs up and down with the second knuckle of his index finger slowly, “you’d know that already if you’d been paying attention at dinner.”

“was thinking about other things.”

he hummed at her admission, “oh, yeah? like what, darling?”

instead of replying, y/n pushed herself forwards with her hands and closed the gap between them.

tom tasted of whiskey and the cigar he’d smoked with a business friend at the beginning of the gala, and y/n was sure she tasted of champagne. they kissed normally for a minute before she opened her mouth to give his tongue access, allowing their faces to come even closer together. the only sounds that filled the vast house were that of their smacking lips, and y/n’s occasional mewls. tom, groaning, released his grip on her hip and his stroking of her thigh ceased. instead, his hands found her ass, and he yanked her off the counter, her legs closing around him as he carried her skillfully down the hall to their bedroom without breaking apart.

in reality, it was tom’s bedroom, but he much preferred calling it theirs.

the couple only pulled apart once the door had shut behind them. no one else was home, but there was an unspoken agreement between them that things felt more private when it was closed. panting, tom set y/n down so she stood in front of him, hands migrating up her body to hold her face, squeezing the clothed flesh of her hips on the way up.

he gazed lustfully at her face, lips swollen and eyes hooded as he caught his breath. y/n was the first to break the silence.

“’m sorry for not paying attention earlier.”

tom’s heart swelled at her words. he thought she was the sweetest thing to exist, and he wanted to tell her she could never do anything wrong if she tried. but his more dominant side was slowly taking over, and instead, he whispered, “yeah? how are you gonna make it up to me?”

y/n felt a pulsing in her core at his tone, and almost immediately fell to her knees in front of him, gazing up at him for permission to unbutton his slacks. when he nodded down at her, she wasted no time in doing so, pulling his pants down quickly and finding a wet patch on his briefs.

tom groaned as one of the layers restricting him was removed, his fingers brushing against the side of y/n’s face, urging her to continue. when she yanked his underwear off as well, he sighed in relief, cool air hitting warm skin.

“go on, then,” he ordered her.

hastily, y/n wrapped her fingers gently around his base, pumping a few times and earning a drawn out moan from tom’s lips (she thought this was the best sound she had ever heard). when she wrapped her lips around his leaking tip, he threw his head back, gasping out at the feeling.

“fuck, love…,” he whimpered, bucking just slightly into her mouth as she ran her tongue over his slit before taking him deeper. his hands were on the back of her head, holding her steady as she moved against him.

y/n wanted to make tom feel the best he’d ever felt. she wanted him to know how obsessed she was with him— not in a creepy way, but in a way that screamed ‘i want to meet all your needs!’ so when tom asked “’s it okay if i fuck this pretty face of yours, baby?” she was more than happy to oblige.

one hand now on her chin and the other on the back of her head, tom began thrusting at a medium pace. as amazing as y/n felt around him, he didn’t want to risk going too hard too fast. gradually, he began to speed up, and as he hit the back of her throat, she teared up beneath him, her hands holding the backs of his thighs as her panties became more and more saturated with her arousal.

upon noticing her tears, tom ran his thumb beneath her eyes to catch any strays, saying, “you’re doing so well for me, sweetheart. so bloody well, fuck.” tom’s hold on her chin tightened, which only made y/n’s mouth open wider with the pressure, tongue sliding against the underside of his shaft as he fucked roughly into her.

the praise made y/n feel warm all over and, in an attempt to get him to cum faster, she increased the suction on him and looked up at him through her lashes like she knew he liked. when he saw this, her big, teary eyes staring innocently up at him, saliva rolling down her chin as he fucked her face raw, he groaned out, “shit, m‘ love, ’m gonna cum. gonna cum down your throat, fuck fuck fuck.”

this was music to y/n’s ears, and soon he had himself stuffed fully down her throat as he shot his hot white ropes into it, moaning loudly and pornographically into the room. he wished he could keep her there like that, her warm, wet mouth blissfully engulfing him, but now y/n was tapping his legs, signaling that she needed to get a breath in. when he pulled out, instead of helping her off the ground, he lowered himself down to her level, where she sat with her hands on her knees, breathing deeply.

tucking a hand under her chin and wiping at the saliva covering it with his thumb, he asked, “are you okay, darling? didn’t hurt you, did i?”

y/n was shaking her head before he could even finish his question. “didn’t hurt me, jus‘ need a sec, that’s all.”

tom smiled warmly at her, and y/n could have sworn in that moment she forgot he was this big and powerful mafia boss. he just looked so sweet, and he always made sure to care for her whenever they did these things. planting a loving kiss on her cheek, he said, “d’you mind if i pick you up, sweet girl?”

after he got her okay, tom snuck an arm underneath her legs and waist, hoisting her up and walking her slowly to his large bed. gently, he laid her down in the middle of it, crawling up over her to hover above her. he removed his blazer and dress shirt, throwing them and his crimson tie (she insisted he wore it to coordinate their outfits) on the floor. then, he let his gaze fall to her body under him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. he was certain he’d never meet someone as beautiful as y/n.

“can i take this off of you?” he gestured to her satin dress.

“please.”

with y/n arching her back off the bed to aid him, tom was able to unzip the elegant garment and slowly slip it off of her body, revealing her breasts to him, nipples now pebbled from the cool air. he tossed it to the floor with the rest of the clothes, and took his time kissing and sucking marks down her body as he made his way to her soaked panties.

running his thumb along her clothed slit, resulting in a hushed whimper on her end, tom said, “bloody soaked, darling. who made you this wet, hm?”

“y-you, tommy,” she sighed.

“’s right,” he hooked his fingers into the waistband, looking up to her face and asking with his eyes if he could pull them down. at the nod of her head, he did exactly that.

instinctually, y/n’s legs clamped shut. it was nothing he hadn’t seen before, but still, her face grew warm at the idea of him seeing her bare. tom tsked, shaking his head at his girl. “c’mon, love, don’t get all shy on me now.” he rubbed soft circles onto her thighs, patiently waiting for her to open up for him, his cold rings that were still on his fingers providing a stark contrast to the heat of her body. she shivered.

taking a deep breath, y/n slowly spread her legs apart, growing more comfortable as the seconds passed. tom continued rubbing her thighs as she did, reminding her that he was there and that she could trust him, like always.

“there we are,” he cooed, replacing the rubbing with kisses along her inner thighs. “so pretty. ’s this all for me?” he licked a long stripe from y/n’s entrance up to her clit, flattening his tongue as he did, eliciting a gasp from y/n’s lips. he grinned at the sound, sucking her bud into his mouth and moaning, the vibration causing her hips to lurch off the comforter. in turn, tom ran his muscular arms beneath her already quivering legs, and pressed the palms of his hands into the skin of her tummy, forcing her back down into the mattress.

then, after a few more kitten licks to her weepy hole, tom’s tongue dipped into her, and y/n fisted the bedsheets near her waist, already panting out for him to keep going. his strong muscle moved in and out of her at a constant pace, yearning to taste all of her. when he couldn’t catch some of her arousal and it leaked past the sides of his mouth, he wasted no time in going back for it, lapping up the spillage quickly and returning to his previous ministrations.

y/n was a whining mess beneath him. each time he’d flick her clit with the tip of his tongue, she’d let out a cry and try to pull away from him, but tom held her still with his hands. her breathing was shallow, her heart beating rapidly as she writhed in her place. when he noticed her hands wandering, trying to find an adequate grip on something, tom’s hands reached for hers and led them to his hair. he didn’t stop what he was doing when he looked up at her, meeting her questioning gaze and nodding as if to tell her she could pull if she needed to. he wanted her to.

tom also couldn’t help but to admire the pinch of her brow as the knot in her stomach grew tighter and tighter. but he was pulled from his thoughts when, without warning, she tugged harshly on his hair, making him groan deeply and rut his hips into the bed to alleviate his erection. in all fairness, it was his fault— he’d nipped at her clit, and now he was smirking against her as she threw her head back onto his pillow.

“tom, i… ’m not gonna last, tommy,” y/n whimpered, fresh tears gathering in her eyes, threatening to spill over her waterline.

“no?” tom mumbled against her heat, “but you’re doing so well, darling. wouldn’t wanna ruin that, would you?”

“please tom, i-i can’t….”

this time, he ignored her, simply continuing his assault between her legs until she screamed out a “please please please!” as her fingers clutched his locks tighter and she jerked in his hold.

with a final suck to her clit, tom figured he’d be nice and give in. “okay, baby. that’s okay, you can cum.”

y/n let go at his words, moaning and panting as tears fell down her face, her hands gripping tom’s hair impossibly taut (which would be a problem if he wasn’t into that). her legs shook as she tightened them around his head, but not too hard to the point where tom felt that he had to loosen them a bit for her. he helped her ride out her high by lapping up every last drop of her cum, and occasionally placing soothing kisses to her clit.

when she finally calmed down, tom reached up and pulled her hands from his curls, holding them both in one of his own sweetly as he carefully made his way back up her body, wiping at his mouth with his wrist. y/n’s eyes were still shut, cheeks stained with her tears for a second time tonight, and tom laid her hands down on her tummy so he could wipe at them with the hand that wasn’t holding him up at the moment. the action brought her back to earth, sighing contentedly as she felt the rough pads of her lover’s fingertips gently swiping at her face.

“hi,” she breathed, eyes refusing to open yet.

“hey,” he laughed, kissing her forehead. “how’re you feeling, y/n?”

“so good, tom.”

“yeah? think you could give me one more before the real thing?”

y/n’s eyes shot open now, a look of disbelief and apprehension on her face. “um… i don’t know. maybe, but… ’s a lot.”

tom gazed at her with soft, understanding eyes. “how about this,” he proposed, “i give you another mind blowing orgasm, and afterwards you tell me if you think you can handle one more. how’s that sound?”

y/n bit her lip and nodded. “okay.”

shooting her a smile, he ran a hand down the length of her body, cupping her warmth and making her groan, hips bucking just slightly up into the air at his touch.

“gonna make you feel good again, baby,” he promised as he kissed her cheek. she felt his fingers poke at her entrance once before sliding his middle one in fully, pumping a few times before curling inside of her. she let out a low moan at the feeling.

tom took his time, using one finger for a while to let her get accustomed to the feeling. when he thought it had been long enough, he slipped his ring finger in beside the other, increasing the speed of his trusts and curling a bit harder. he watched y/n’s face the whole time, searching for any signs of discomfort. he didn’t want to overwhelm her, and thankfully all he saw was a look of pleasure on her features.

when tom added pressure to her clit with his thumb, rubbing in a figure eight motion, y/n’s hands flew to the back of his neck, needing to hold onto something. her chest arched upwards into his, skin rubbing against skin for a little while before she fell back onto the bed. tom’s fingers were longer and thicker than her own, making her feel one hundred times better than her own ever could.

y/n could feel herself getting close already, the overstimulation and the kisses tom was leaving on various areas of her face only pushing her further. at one point, when the tension in her abdomen got particularly tight as tom managed to hit her g-spot, she whined out, “tom! tom, ’s too much!”

tom brought his lips to hers, silencing her cries with his mouth. he pulled away after a moment to say, “you can take it though, can’t you? gonna take my fingers like a good girl? gonna cum all over them?”

y/n gave no response, crying out and writhing on tom’s duvet instead. “shh,” he comforted her, “need you to cum for me, darling.”

moments later, y/n found herself cumming for the second time in the span of a few minutes. her vision went white, this orgasm being much more intense than the previous one she had had. tom didn’t help her ride it out too much this time, merely stilling his fingers inside of her as she clenched repeatedly around them, pressing hard against her clit as her legs shook again.

it took a few minutes for her to relax again, tom whispering sweet nothings into her ear the whole time. once she caught her breath, she said, “let’s do one more.”

tom’s prick swelled and leaked a bit at the prospect of getting to fuck her tonight, but he needed to be sure she could take it, and that she wasn’t just saying this to make him happy. “are you sure, my love? it’s late, and you’re tired, we really don’t have to—”

“i really want to,” y/n interrupted him. “i want you, tom. please. please fuck me.”

how could tom possibly say no to his girl when she was begging for him like this? short answer: he couldn’t.

“all right, darling,” he said, lowering himself to press his tip against her. “are you ready?”

y/n nodded frantically, eager to feel full and to make him feel good as well. she could tell it was taking a lot of restraint for him not to just ram into her and fuck her into oblivion right now.

“use your words, y/n.”

“yes, yes. please, tom.”

tom entered her slowly, giving her a moment to adjust to his size before moving. they both groaned loudly at the sensation, tom’s cock feeling so snug inside of her dripping walls, y/n basking in the way his every ridge and vein slid against her. it wasn’t particularly fast to begin with, but his thrusts were firm, rocking y/n’s body into the bed. she moaned out into the air, a sheen of sweat covering her body. tom’s ears perked up at the sound.

“does that feel nice, baby?” tom asked, speeding up. y/n nodded frantically.

“f-feels amazing.”

taking hold of one of her hands, tom brought it down to the space between her legs, placing her fingers on her clit. he let his own fingers rest atop hers and guide her movements, making her massage small circles into her already wildly overstimulated nerves. y/n’s face pinched tightly, breathing becoming more labored, tom’s thrusts now fast and hard, fucking roughly into her tight hole.

wanting to spice things up even more, tom lifted y/n’s left leg up onto his shoulder, driving impossibly deep into her and hitting all the right spots.

“tom!” she cried, attempting to hide her face in his neck, but tom stopped her.

“no, no, darling. wanna see your face when i make you fall apart on my cock.”

so y/n allowed her head to fall back onto the pillow, fingers still moving diligently against her clit. “tommy?” she said quietly, her voice just barely wavering.

“hm?”

“c-can i cum? please, can i?”

tom could hear the desperation in her voice, and although he wanted to ask her to hold it just a little while longer so they could cum together, he thought he’d feel guilty asking her to try and control her third release in the span of less than half an hour. so instead, he replied, “go ahead, love. ’m right behind you.”

y/n’s third orgasm ripped through her harder than either of her previous ones, her nails scraping down tom’s back, right leg tightening around his waist, mouth halfway open in a silent scream, back arching off the mattress. tom watched her face constrict as her muscles constricted around him, too. everything about the sight was perfect, and it threw him over the edge.

while y/n was coming down from her high, tom was only just reaching his own, his continuous thrusts growing sloppy as they helped her ride hers out and bring his closer. it wasn’t long before he released his second load into her, filling her up warmly, some of his cum spilling out around his cock.

once tom had returned y/n’s leg into its previous position extended beneath him, he collapsed on top of her, earning himself a soft ‘oof!’ from her.

he buried his face into her warm neck, mumbling “sorry, love,” and kissing the skin there. she felt arms snaking around her body, pulling her into a tight embrace, and causing a cute giggle to fall from her lips.

“gotta get cleaned up, tommy,” she said, running her fingers through his hair.

“i know,” he replied. “five more minutes. then i’ll clean us up. promise.”

she laughed, and tom smiled.

as the two of them laid there, still panting, arms wrapped around each other, y/n wondered to herself if tom really understood how much she needed him. not just physically (because obviously he knew that by now), but in general— in her life, in her future. and admittedly, she hoped that would guarantee many, many more orgasms to come.

feeling his arms tighten around her, holding her in possibly close to his body, she couldn’t help but think to herself, oh, yeah. he definitely knows.

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euphoricdreamsidreamabout · 2 years ago

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-Oneshots-

▪Desi Love (Tom Holland X Indian! Reader).

Just a game of UNO……right?

▪Just a memory (Mob!Tom Holland X reader)

You used to be the love of his life, but now alas, you are just a memory in time….

▪Forbidden (Devil!Tom holland X Angel!reader)

Both of us, contrast.... but will it work out at last?

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hollands-poppet · 6 years ago

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Don’t Make Me Choose// Chapter 1

Mob!Tom Holland and Mob!Harrison Osterfield AU series

A/N: AHHH, I’m so excited to finally put this part out! I’ve been working on it for a while so to get this out is so exciting! I would love some feedback, and also your guy’s response will also determine how fast the next part will come out.

Word Count: 5.6K 💛

Warnings: angsty, alcohol abuse, italics is flashback, I didn’t proofread this at all

Being a part of the mob was something Harrison thought was the greatest thing in the world. He thought it was cooler than being the president of the United States or even better than being a superhero. He felt like like he had it all, he had more money than he knew what he could do with and he was able to take care of the people that he loved.

Oh, how he loved Y/N and he would literally do anything for her. And if there was a God, he literally thought she was a gift from up above because she was one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. He knew from the moment his eyes landed on her that he wanted all of her and to make her his forever.

She turned around from the view of the mirror, her toothy smile immediately making Harrison fall in love with her even more. She turned her back to him again and lifted her hair so that her back was exposed, “Do you think you can button me up?” His fingers lingering to the buttons and your dress and slowly buttoning the pearl beads on her back, the tip from his fingers sending shivers down her spine.

“Thank you, Haz.” She lets her hair down loose again, and turns to him. He wanted to lean in and kiss her, it felt like it was just two of them left in the world until he realized her bridesmaids started setting the veil over her head. It reminded him again that his boss, his best friend and most powerful mobster in the UK was marrying the girl he was in love with.

One of the bridesmaids, Bella, who also happened to be Y/N’s maid of honor and best friend started to pin down the veil. She made sure to hide the pins where no one could see them. The veil itself was long, from the front it nearly touched the ground but from behind it was a train that was longer than the train from the dress.

Bella held a few pins in her mouth as Y/N stare down at the bouquet in her hands. The veil was long and beautiful with lace details all around to the front and to the train. It truly gave Y/N a heavenly look, she almost looked like an angel or maybe that’s what Harrison was thinking because he was head over heels for her.

“Do you need some help with that?” Robyn asked, another one of Y/N’s bridesmaids who was adjusting the train just perfectly on the ground. In the midst of all this adjusting of the veil, Haz just stared at the woman in front of him and was taking her all in one last time before she was wed off to Tom.

“Harrison?”

He is knocked out of his thoughts when he hears her voice, Y/N’s eyes already locking with his when she looks up from the bouquet. “Are you okay? You look a little pale.”

He clears his throat, and adjusts his bow tie as he shakes his head “No, no. I’m just fine. You know what? I should go and check on the groom, make sure he’s ready to go.”

Lies.

Y/N nods, she really can’t do much under that veil.

“Thanks again Haz, Tom is so lucky to have you. I’m not surprised he picked you to be his best man.”

Ouch, that stings.

He buttons his tuxedo and smiles behind his bittersweet taste of this wedding, “You know, he’d be nothing without me.”

Lies again.

They both laugh in synchronicity as Bella and Robyn both finish up on the veil, the two ladies both stop in place and notice the vibe between the two.

Haz makes eye contact with Robyn who has her arms crossed, not really liking what she is seeing. “Harrison, why don’t you go get Tom now? I’ll see you before we walk down the aisle.”

Y/N notices the tension that starts to arise, “Thanks again, Haz. See you out there.” She gives him one more smile until she looks back at Bella who is already adjusting the veil from the front.

And then Haz began to make his way out of the guest room of his best friend’s mansion and started to walk towards Tom’s office.

Y/N wanted a twilight,forest vibe wedding back home in the states but Tom was able to convince her to have the wedding in his backyard back in London. He met Y/N back in the states when he was making a few deals out in New York almost 3 years back. She was out on vacation and they both met at Joanne’s Trattoria where she was eating with Bella.

Haz remembers that night so clearly, he remembers walking in and seeing her sitting at the table with her hair straightened and really natural makeup that highlighted all of her best features. Fuck, he was mesmerized.

“A table for two, please.” Tom remarks as he checks his time on the watch. The hostess apologizes and tells him that he must make a reservation but Haz is tuned out of the conversation at this point.

He’s only paying attention to the woman who is sitting across the tiny restaurant, her smile was already so contagious. Haz could hear Tom threatening the hostess when he places his hand on his mate’s shoulder, “Actually miss, those are our friends at that table, we’ll just go and sit with them.”

Tom looks confused as fuck but plays along with his friend’s idea, “What are you doing?” Haz again pats his friend’s shoulder, “Look at that table.” He nods his head in direction of Y/N and when Tom looked back at his mate, he let out a giggle.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” The brunette continues to let out quiet laughs, Haz’s cheeks immediately becoming flustered.

“What? No, mate. I don’t even know her.” The two still standing be the entrance look around to see if anyone if paying attention to their conversation, paranoia always on the back of their minds.

“I know you don’t know her, I just know you haven’t gotten laid in a while.” He takes a look back at the table where Y/N was sitting, “Fuck, she is beautiful. I’ll give you that Haz.”

The blue eyed blonde chuckles, Tom was right about the getting laid part but he didn’t want to fuck her. He did want to know her.

“Well, let’s get to know her then.” The most powerful mobster in London readjust his suit and made his way towards the table, leaving Haz behind.

Now that night Tom knew that Haz wanted to make a move on Y/N. So he let him but his soon wife-to-be couldn’t help but gravitate with Tom in the moment, and he did too. He knew from the moment he lied eyes on Y/N that he was going to make her his wife someday.

But he wasn’t ever going to tell Harrison that.

Tom knew that Haz probably had a salty palette at some point about him and Y/N dating but love is love. You don’t choose who you fall in love with, it just sort of hits you in the face and you roll with it. And that was something Tom could never understand.

It was a concept he would never understand because he fell in love with a girl that his best friend wanted to get to know. And she just happened to fall back in love with him, isn’t that fucked?

Tom almost chuckles at the thought of it because of how fucked up it sounds. He is already dressed in his tuxedo for the wedding, a flower that his mom pinned on the left side of his pocket right where his heart is. His fingers typing away at his laptop where he was finishing a couple of things up.

He was on high alert today especially because it was his wedding. He made sure there was extra everything, extra security especially. This was a day that he knew Y/N was so excited about, she had planned the last six months creating the perfect wedding.

Anything that she wanted she always got. She was his sun, and as long as he made sure she continued to shine everything else didn’t matter. Even though she wanted to get married back in her hometown, this was the only thing Tom wanted his way. It was the only way he knew they would be safe from rival mobs, the only way he could truly protect her in his estate.

He closed the top of his laptop, and notices his best mate standing at the door frame.

“You’re never not working are you?” Haz lets out as he crosses his arm and leans against the doorway.

Tom gets up from his work chair, “Yeah, I’m even working on my wedding day. Can you believe that?”

Haz pushes himself from the doorway and into his friend’s office, “I can’t believe you’re getting married.” He makes his way to the big window in the office that is in view of Tom’s backyard, his backyard not even recognizable. Even though Tom’s office was on the second floor, he could tell Y/N had really went hard with the decorating and planning, even the pool had lily pad decorations and lights shining from the bottom.

“I can. I just never knew it would be her.”

Haz didn’t know that either.

Tom pulls out two shot glasses from one of his drawers, along with his bottle of whiskey. “How about you take a shot with me while I’m still a single man?”

Tom sets them down in front of the window as Haz keeps staring down at the fantasy that was created in his backyard, “Yeah..lets do it.” He grabs the shot from the desk as does Tom.

Before they clink their shot glasses together, Harrison clears his throat and raises his drink, “To a happy life and wife.”

Tom lets out a smile and raises his shot as well, “Cheers to that.”

The shot glasses clink together and they both bring the whiskey to their mouths. The slight burn of the whiskey almost as bitter as the burn Haz is currently feeling, his best friend is marrying the woman he was in love with but it was too late to change anything.

So he clenched his fist as the burning from the drink surpassed his throat. He sets the shot glass down as he closes his eyes shut tight, his head spinning. Haz knew his alcohol intake was heavier lately, his addiction that he had kept denying until he had passed out at a gas station only a couple of months ago had crept up on him.

His doctor ordered an immediate detox right away but he didn’t want to, Haz didn’t feel like he needed to. Sure, his dependency on alcohol was high but he didn’t need it to function but he promised himself that once he realized he needed it to function was when he decided he would get help. He knew he was being an idiot but when you’re addicted, the disease doesn’t let you see that.

Tom pinches his nose slightly from the burn, he knew nothing of his friends on going addiction other than the bump Haz got on his head was from tripping on a step. He really didn’t think anything of it, you would think he would know his best friend better but Haz was good at keeping his own secrets.

The blonde clears his throat again and remembers the reason he came into the room, “Before I forget, Y/N is ready mate.” He walks up to the mirror in the office, adjusting his tie before walking to the door frame.

“Harrison?”

He stops in his place and looks over to Tom who is walking towards him, his arm swinging over his friend’s shoulder “Thank you..for everything.”

The two give each other a hug, and not a bro hug. Full on arms around each other, they’ve known each other since grade school and to come this far was something they both couldn’t be more thankful for.

Once the soft symphony started to play, Nikki and Dom began to walk Tom down the aisle, his parents flung around both of his arms. His mother was already emotional, her first son already being married and taking over the family business was too much for her. Time flew so fast but she was excited for what was to come next for her son.

And Dom was a proud father, he didn’t know quickly his son would adapt to the mobster life and take over. His son took over way faster than he did when Dom was young lad like his son. Too say that he was emotional was an understatement but he would never let his son see him cry.

The trio stopped right in front of the seated crowd, and in front of the reverend who was going to marry Tom and Y/N. The flower wall behind them making this moment almost too perfect not to capture.

As Nikki and Dom are being photographed leaving Tom at the aisle, Bella and Harrison are getting prepared to walk down the aisle next. They both stare ahead waiting for their cue, Harrison’s hands are shaking a bit. He’s nervous but for what, for why? Maybe that was just him wanting another drink.

“Does he know?”

Haz’s hands stop shaking at the question Bella throws at him, they’re both still staring straight ahead, waiting to walk down the aisle.

“What are you talking about?”

She lets out a whispered scoff, “Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about..it’s obvious.” Her hand grips a bit tighter on the bouquet of flowers she’s holding, “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

For a moment, Haz looks down at the ground. He feels caught, like he’s about go down for something he’s never told anyone but then he brings his head back up.

“Yes, I do.” He takes a pause. “And if you tell anyone-”

“For your sake..” she takes a deep breath as she hooks her arm around his. “I won’t.”

Bella knew as best as anybody that it wasn’t in anyone’s best interest to know that Harrison was in love with Y/N. Even speaking about it now was risky, but she had to know and for some reason it made her a bit emotional. Tears beginning to flood her eyes but she wouldn’t dare let them come out.

“I want the best for Y/N, and I’m not about to let you ruin it.”

And before he could respond, the duo is cued by the usher who is waiting by the door. Y/N wanted a rendition of My Love by Sia performed as everyone walked down aisle. Tom was actually able to get Sia to perform but she was in regular clothing so she wouldn’t outshine anyone at the wedding, he decided he would tell Y/N that surprise later.

Bella’s arm is hooked on his as he leads the way down the aisle. The crowd of family, friends and a bunch of Tom’s business partners turn around to look at the partners walking down the aisle.

A toothy smile from the both of them appear as they make eye contact with Tom, who has his hands in front of him.

Once they reach the front, they separate and make there way to their respective spots. Sam and Robyn soon follow after, big smiles swept across their faces as they make their way down the aisle. The twin was really attracted to Robyn that night, her red lips paired with the satin champagne dress was really making him feel some type of way.

They both separate once they reach the front of the aisle as well, Y/N didn’t have another bridesmaid for Harry to walk down the aisle with so he sat this one out. But then it was time for Y/N to walk and she was nervous.

She was nervous about a lot of things, the main one right now tripping over her dress. Her palms were clammy as she stood at the entrance of where she was going to begin to walk, she stared down as the reverend cued audience to stand as your presence was about to be made. Tom would’ve made them stand up for you anyway because you were his queen.

The walkway seemed way longer right now than it did this morning when she was making sure everything was decorated the way she wanted. She was a perfectionist and it anything was going to go perfect, it had to be her wedding.

As the guests finished standing up, Y/N took her first step down the aisle. The light shining through the veil casted a beautiful glow on her face that she was unaware of. Tom’s throat began to burn at the sight of his fiancé, how fucking mesmerizing she looked. She looked like a goddess walking towards him, and walking alone down the aisle only amplified the beauty she was casting at the moment.

Y/N’s parents didn’t walk her down the aisle because they didn’t attend the wedding. They didn’t want to get involved in Tom’s lifestyle. They respected their daughters wishes to marry him but did not approve of anything he did, therefore there presence was not at the wedding.

She didn’t care though, at least not in this moment. Sure, she had to walk alone but she knew walking down this aisle she would meet Tom there and she wouldn’t be alone anymore. This union was going to solidify that she wouldn’t walk to have any path by herself.

Every step he became closer in her sight, she tried not to walk too fast because she didn’t want to throw off anyone so she walked in a good pace. The flowers in her hands making her sweat a little more than usual, she kept her eyes locked on forward and Tom.

Fuck, Harrison wished it was him that she was walking towards so badly but it just didn’t turn out that way. The dress she wore really brought out her beauty, and everyone in that room knew Tom was lucky to have her. Anyone that knew her knows how good of a soul she has, and the face this best mate scored her was questionable, at least in Harrison’s eyes.

Tom wanted to cry, this moment was huge for him. He was so in love with Y/N, and he felt so blessed to be able to make her his on this beautiful, spring day.

Once she reached the front of the aisle, she got to Tom’s side and turned to him. Her veil dividing any contact between the two, which almost drove him crazy. So he leaned in to his left and whispered, “You look so beautiful.” Although Tom wanted to take the veil off of her already, he knew waiting til the end would be worth it.

The reverend signals everyone to take a seat and begins his sermon, “We are gathered here today for the union of Tom Holland and Y/N L/N.. if anyone wishes to give any reason why these two shouldn’t be married, speak now or forever hold your peace..”

If Harrison wasn’t Tom’s best friend, he would’ve jumped at the moment like in a scene of a movie and tell the woman that he loved her but he couldn’t. There was too much to risk, even though losing his life could be one of those risks that wasn’t on the top of the list for him. Losing Tom as his friend was the biggest risk of all.

The reverend continued since no one spoke, Tom would’ve flipped if anybody objected anyway so it was best no one say anything at all.

“I understand that you both have written your own vows, so I will go ahead and let Tom go first.”

Y/N smiles and looks at Tom who is pulling a note out of his pocket which are his vows, Tom is never a simpy type but when it comes to his girl, he’ll simp for her anyday. His heart race is beginning to increase as the paper unfolds in his hand, his hands beginning to shake as he realizes he has to read this in front of a bunch of people.

He clears his throat and smiles at Y/N once more before he looks back down at his paper.

“Y/N L/N, I never knew what it was like to be truly in love until I met you. I remember the day I walked into Joanne’s Trattoria and seeing you from across the room. Although it was Harrison’s idea to go in and not mine, it was his best idea yet. ”

Harrison’s heart stings again but he laughs with the audience who thinks Tom’s line is funny.

“I’m forever grateful to him for that. Y/N, you’re the woman for me, you are literally the missing piece that I found that fit perfectly. You were the missing piece that brought balance to my life, and my life has always been on the run but you’ve brought my run to a stop. A stop that I was willing to put a hold on so that I could you bring you on the run with me.”

He takes a pause, the burning sensation in his throat causing him to have a shakiness in his voice. Y/N wants to touch his face but she can’t because of her veil, but she is taking his words all in and her eyes are swelling with tears.

Tom clears his throat and continues to speak, “I promise to protect you with all that I am and with all that I can be. I didn’t know how life could be so amazing until I met you and making you mine forever is the best thing I’ve done thus far. I love you, Y/N.”

He begins to refold the paper and tuck it back into his pocket, he looks up to Y/N who is wiping a tear under her veil as she mouths “I love you.” The clapping of the audience fading in the background, Harrison smiling through his bitterness.

The reverend proceeds with the ceremony, “That was beautiful..now Y/N you may continue with your vows.”

She knew she wasn’t going to be able get a note handed to her so she had tucked into her lace sleeve on her arm, her fingers tugging it at it with the bouquet in her hand. She unfolds it, and holds the note with her left hand. Before she begins to read, she makes eye contact with Tom who is already staring at her which causes her to tear up again.

“Thomas Stanley Holland, I didn’t know what to think when I first met you. You seemed very in over your head, and you reeked of your vanilla and wood cologne but somehow you managed to make me fall head over heels for you.”

Again, another punch to Harrison’s heart. He wanted nothing but this vow to be read to him.

“I don’t know what the future holds for but I feel like it’s something great. Something is coming and I’m not sure what it is but I know you’ll be there. I know whatever life throws as us, you’ll do what you can to fix it. I will never fail my duties as your wife as long as you promise to keep me as yours forever. It feels like this lifetime will never be enough time for me to love you like I do now. So, I give you my life now, today, forever and always as a promise of my love for you. I love you, Thomas.”

She drops the note on the floor, and immediately taps a tear that is sliding down her cheek. She looks back at Tom who can’t help but have tears swell in his eyes, wanting so bad to just kiss her already.

The reverend begins to speak again, “The rings please.. Tom, please pull Y/N’s veil back.” As Bella hands one of the rings to the reverend, Tom is pulling back the veil. As he pulls it over her head, he realizes how much the piece of cloth has been hiding her beauty.

“Y/N, take this ring and slide it on Tom’s finger..”

She begins to slide it on his finger when he the reverend asks him, “Tom, do you take Y/N as your wife? To love her in sickness and in health? Through the good and the bad?”

He responds just as Y/N finishes slipping the band in his finger, “I do.” He turns to his best man for the ring, and the blonde reaches in his coat pocket for the wedding band. Harrison hands Tom the other ring, a ring that he wanted to put on Y/N’s finger so bad.

Tom places the ring at the top of her finger and begins to slide it down as the reverend begins to speak, “Y/N, do you take Tom as your husband?To love him in sickness and in health? Through the good and the bad?”

Tears begin to flood her eyes as she smiles, “I do.”

The reverend smiles widely as he achieved his deed today, “With the power invested in me, I know pronounce you Mr. & Mrs. Tom Holland. You may now kiss your bride.”

The moment that Tom was waiting for was here and he was more than happy to do it. His lips landed on Y/N’s as their union was just tired together permanently. Their kisses felt like they had never before, it felt different and even then they both couldn’t hear the claps of their family and friends. It felt like just them two in the room, it felt like it was just them two forever.

Harrison clapped as well, tears beginning to flood his eyes..he wasn’t only just bitter but he was genuinely fucking happy for his best friend, his friend finally found someone who wanted to be with him and take care of him. It just stung, the blued eyed man figured he would eventually get over it.

The after party continued just like any other wedding, of course Tom and Y/N stuck together like glue. They both greeted some guests as they walked around the backyard together arm in arm, more utterly in love than ever.

As they patter around the backyard together, Haz watches from the corner of the party on high alert. He had gotten a call from one of the security that unmarked cars kept patrolling the mansion so he was prepared for anything.

Y/N and Tom had sat at their table while family and friends when up to the mic and said a few sweet things about the couple. The two listened while holding hands, drunk in love at the moment.

Haz watched the people talk from the corner of the room, he was supposed to go up as well but he didn’t know when his turn was. So he did what he does best and took a flask out of his inside pocket and took a drink, the vodka making his throat numb.

“So you’re resorting to becoming a drunk now?”

The familiar voice he had walked up the aisle with startles him a bit, “Hi, Bella. Glad you’re having fun.” He remarks sarcastically as he takes another drink from his flask.

She stands shoulder to shoulder with him, “Look what I said before-”

“Just forget it. You’re wrong, I know my own truth.” Haz becomes super defensive, taking another drink from his flask before he returns it to his pocket.

“And so do I, as someone who really cares about you..I know how you feel about her. I just don’t want you to get hurt.” She tries to rest her hand on his shoulder but he pushes her hand off.

“Well, it’s too late.” As he walks away, he puts the flask back into his pocket and makes his way to the empty mic. Before reaching the stage, he grabs a champagne glass from a waiter that passes by and cuts the line of people who are waiting for the microphone. The alcohol starting to make him forget that he abandoned his post in the corner while he kept watch.

He clears his throat, “Excuse me everyone, I just wanted to make a toast to my best friend and his wife.”

Tom and Y/N pull away from whispers into each other’s ears, and turn their attention to Haz who has his glass raised by his face.

“Whenever I look at these two, I feel almost a sense of home. They give me hope that love is real.”

More lies, it was all the alcohol rushing through his bloods that was making him say these things. Y/N and Tom didn’t know that though but they continued to listen and raise their glasses high.

“So, to my best friend and the girl that won his heart.”

I wish it was mine that you had stolen.

The guests toasted and a bunch of clanks could be heard in the backyard, as salty as Harrison was though he could at least that all he could truly be satisfied with is being able to keep Y/N through Tom’s life as his best friend. He wanted to be obviously more than friends but he would settle for this than nothing at all.

As he got off the small stage with the large background of flowers, he walked directly to the groom and bride’s table. Tom got up before he reached the table and extended his arm for a bro hug, “Thanks Haz, means a lot bro.”

“Anything for my favorite couple.” Haz lied straight through his teeth.

Tom krinkled his nose and made a confused face, “Have you been drinking, mate?”

Haz completely ignoring question extends his hand, “I just wanted to see if Mrs. Holland would care to dance with me?” She laughs as she puts her hand in his, “Of course, the best man deserves at least one dance.”

She passes Tom and gives him quick kiss as she follows the blonde to the dance floor.

Harrison spins her around as one of her arms find his shoulder and the other lands in his hand, they begin to sway to a song that is playing in the background.

“Thank you for that toast, it was beautiful.” Y/N cracks a smile as she looks into the blonde’s eyes, he smirks as he takes the lead, “Yeah, I meant every word.”

Harrison’s lie streak was on a roll today.

She laughs as she follows his lead, “Thank you for everything, Haz. I’m still not accustomed to Tom’s lifestyle but you being around has helped a lot.”

He stares into her eyes as they sway on the dance floor, “Well, I’m glad... I’ve been able to impact you some type of way.” As he dances with Y/N, he wishes so much that Tom had toasted them instead..he wishes that she felt the same type of way she did. He always thought she did but today was evident of her real feelings, how she decided that Tom was her soulmate.

Y/N and Harrison sway a bit more, following the beat of the song. Although he did smell a bit like booze, Y/N had never really been in Harrison’s grasp until now. He felt broad and strong, and even though she’s known him for as long as she’s known Tom, she wanted to get to know him more and her being married to Tom would allow that.

“We can be best friends now that I’m married to yours.”

Another stab to his heart. He smiles through that, the buzz of the alcohol now hitting him “Yeah, I figured we would be best friends, you don’t love me like you love Tom.” He slurs the words, so Y/N doesn’t really catch what he says, “Wait, what did you say?”

But before Haz could answer again, he is tapped on the shoulder by Tom, “Harrison, my mum would love to dance with you and I would love to steal my wife away from you.”

He pulls Y/N by her waist and into his arms, causing Haz’s jawline to tense as makes a digusted face, “Yeah go ahead, you already stole her.”

While in each other’s arms, Tom and Y/N both look at the blonde concerned.

“Mate, are you okay?”

Haz sighs deeply and rubs his hand through his gelled hair, “I’m just…” he pauses and takes a look at Y/N and then to Tom who is waiting for an answer.

“I’m just drunk...I have to get back to my post now.” And he doesn’t say another word but just walk away, he couldn’t face the humiliation he wasn’t going to remember the next day. Haz wasn’t going to go back and keep patrol, he was going to leave and get wasted so that he could make everything he felt tonight feel numb.

Tom wants to call for his best friend but doesn’t want to cause a scene at his own wedding so he just lets it go.

For now.

A/N: AHHH!!! POOR HAZ, my babes is hurt but what do you think is gonna happen next? I would love to hear your theories, thoughts, anything you want to say! I also have a playlist for this fic so if you want to suggest any songs for the playlist, please send them in! I love you guys! Goodnight/Goodmorning! -Amy💛

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