#tom holland x mob

[peterdarlingg]

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.

[thollandsgirl2013]

I have an idea for a mob tom fanfic it's where Tom and the reader are best friends ( since childhood) but she doesn't know that he's a mob boss. Tom has been secretly in love with her but doesn't want to pursue her due to all the danger that she will be in. One day, a rival of toms figures out that she is Tom's weakness and decides to kidnap her

Thanks for the request! Hope you enjoy it. Sorry it took so long.

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𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → fluff, kidnapping, violence, angst, happy ending.

Summary → Tom saves you from his rival and finally confesses his feelings.

(gif not mine)

You wiped your hands on your apron, glancing at the clock above the café counter. Five minutes until closing. As you started stacking chairs, the familiar chime of the doorbell rang.

“Cutting it close, aren’t we?” You teased without looking, already knowing who it was.

“Had to see my favorite barista before the day ended,” Tom quipped, strolling in with that infuriatingly smug grin of his.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re lucky I don’t charge you double for all the ‘favors’ you ask for.”

“Favors? Darling, I call it your way of expressing undying devotion.”

“Undying devotion?” You echoed, crossing your arms. “Don’t flatter yourself, Holland.”

He laughed, a warm, rich sound that never failed to make you smile, even when you didn’t want to. Tom had always been like this—cocky, confident, and impossible to resist.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing a stool and sitting across from you. “Let me at least walk you home tonight. Can’t have you wandering the streets alone.”

You shook your head, already used to his overprotectiveness. “I’m perfectly capable of walking home, you know.”

“I know,” he said, his tone softening as he leaned forward. “But I’d feel better if I came with you.”

“Why? Afraid someone’s going to kidnap me?” You teased.

Tom froze for the briefest second, his jaw tightening before he forced a smile. “Something like that.”

You frowned, sensing the tension beneath his playful tone. “Tom, are you—”

“I’m fine,” he cut in, standing abruptly. “Let’s get going, yeah?”

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Across the street, hidden in the shadows, Vincent and his men watched the scene unfold.

“There she is,” Vincent muttered, his gaze fixed on you as you walked out of the café with Tom. “The infamous best friend.”

One of his men chuckled. “She doesn’t look like much.”

“No, but she seems everything to Holland,” Vincent said, a cruel smile spreading across his face. “You see the way he looks at her? Like she’s the last good thing in his life. That makes her valuable. Makes her a weapon.”

He took a long drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing in the darkness. “We’ll hit him where it hurts. And when he’s broken, we’ll take everything else.”

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The smell of damp concrete and rust filled your nostrils as you woke, disoriented and aching. The sharp edges of zip ties cut into your wrists, and the cold metal chair beneath you offered no comfort.

You blinked, trying to focus on your surroundings. The warehouse was dimly lit, shadows flickering along the walls.

“Well, well,” a voice drawled, breaking the silence. “Look who’s finally awake.”

You turned to see a man stepping out of the shadows, his smirk sending a chill down your spine.

“Who the hell are you?” You demanded, your voice hoarse but steady.

“The guy who’s going to bring your little boyfriend to his knees,” he said, his grin widening.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” you snapped, your mind racing.

“Don’t play dumb,” he said, pulling out a chair and sitting across from you. “Tom Holland. Your precious boy. He’d do anything for you, wouldn’t he?”

Your heart sank, but you kept your expression neutral. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure you don’t,” he sneered. “We’ve been watching you two. Laughing over coffee, walking home together like you don’t have a care in the world. Makes me sick, honestly. But it’s sweet, in a way. You’re his Achilles’ heel.”

“Tom isn’t—” you started, but he cut you off.

“Don’t bother denying it,” he said. “We’ve seen enough to know the truth. And now, we’re going to use you to destroy him.”

He pulled out a phone, dialing a number. You stayed quiet, your mind racing. Panic clawed at you, but you shoved it down. If what they said was true—if Tom was really involved in something dangerous—then you couldn’t afford to lose your cool.

The phone connected, and you heard Tom’s voice on the other end.

“Holland,” he said, his tone sharp.

“Evening, Tommy boy,” the man said, grinning. “Guess who I’ve got here with me?”

You met his gaze, defiance burning in your chest. You wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing you scared.

“Tom, don’t come,” you said firmly, cutting through the man’s taunts. “They’re trying to use me against you. It’s not worth it.”

“Y/n?” Tom’s voice softened, but there was an edge of steel beneath it. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you said quickly. “But—”

The man yanked the phone away, smirking. “Touching. Really. But here’s the deal, Holland. You come alone, or she dies.”

“Vincent, if you harm her—”

“Save the threats,” Vincent said, hanging up.

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The warehouse was eerily silent as Tom stepped inside, his movements confident and deliberate. His sharp suit, tousled hair, and cold expression gave him an air of power that made even Vincent hesitate.

“You actually came alone,” Vincent noted, circling him like a predator.

“Of course,” Tom said, his tone casual. “You’d be dead already if I hadn’t.”

Vincent laughed, though it sounded forced. “Big talk for a man who’s outnumbered.”

Tom’s gaze flickered to you, tied to the chair but glaring daggers at your captors. Relief flashed in his eyes for a moment before his mask slipped back into place.

“You alright, love?” He asked, his voice soft.

“Fine,” you said firmly. “Just waiting to get free and go home.”

Tom smirked. “That’s my girl.”

Before Vincent could react, Tom moved.

He grabbed the nearest man, twisting his arm and using him as a shield as bullets erupted around the room. In the chaos, Tom disarmed another man, delivering a brutal punch that sent him sprawling.

You watched in awe as Tom took down Vincent’s men with ruthless efficiency, his movements quick and precise.

When the last man fell, Tom turned to Vincent, who was cowering near the door.

“You made a mistake,” Tom said, advancing on him. “And now you’re going to pay for it.”

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Tom knelt in front of you, his hands surprisingly gentle as he cut through the zip ties.

“Y/n,” he said softly, his fingers brushing your wrists. “I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.”

“You think?” You snapped, though your anger was tempered by the relief of seeing him alive. “How long were you going to keep this from me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Forever, if I could.”

“Tom,” you said, your voice cracking. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to look at me like that,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Like you’re scared of me.”

“I’m not scared of you,” you said firmly, grabbing his hand. “I’m scared for you. If this is your life, Tom, what’s going to stop them from coming after you again? Or me?”

“I’ll protect you,” he said, his tone resolute. “Always.”

You wanted to believe him. And maybe, despite everything, you did.

“Let’s go to my place. Your flat might not be safe right now,” Tom said softly, wrapping his arm protectively around your shoulder.

You didn’t respond, staring straight ahead instead. Fury boiled inside you, but you forced yourself to stay silent. Not here. Not until you were somewhere safe.

The car ride was quiet, the hum of the engine filling the tense air. Tom’s fingers occasionally flexed against the steering wheel, a sign of his own nerves. The streets were familiar at first, but as he drove further, the landscape changed. Soon, towering gates loomed in front of a sprawling mansion.

“This isn’t your flat, Tom,” you said, your voice sharp. “Where are we?”

Tom glanced at you but kept driving as the gates opened automatically. “It’s my mansion, darling. Every Holland has their own mansion.”

You stared at him, mouth slightly agape. The words felt surreal. This boy—the one you’d known since middle school, who teased you over coffee and shared fries with you after school—had a mansion.

You knew Tom came from a wealthy family. The Hollands owned Holland Inc., a global empire, but he’d always seemed so grounded, so… normal. Now, you weren’t sure who he was anymore.

The car came to a stop, and Tom quickly got out, opening your door. You stepped out reluctantly, your eyes scanning the grand property. The mansion was breathtaking, with intricate stonework, massive windows, and sprawling gardens illuminated by soft golden lights.

“Come on,” he urged, gently guiding you inside.

The interior was even more overwhelming—high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and furniture that screamed luxury. You sank into a massive leather couch in the living room, feeling utterly out of place. Tom knelt in front of you, his hands hovering as if unsure whether to touch you.

“Do you need anything? Are you hurt? Did they—did they do anything to you?” His voice was a rapid-fire mix of concern and panic.

You stared at him, heart pounding. The worry in his eyes was real, but it wasn’t enough to suppress the storm brewing inside you.

“Do I need anything?” You repeated, your voice rising. “Yeah, Tom, I need answers! What the hell was that? Who were those men? Why did they kidnap me? What you're involved in? And how—how do you have a mansion?”

“Darling—”

“No!” You cut him off, standing abruptly. “Don’t you ‘Darling’ me! You’ve been lying to me, Tom! All these years, all this time, you’ve been hiding this entire life from me. And now I’m supposed to just… what? Sit here and act like everything’s fine?”

Tom ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident. “I wasn’t lying—”

“Not telling me is the same as lying!” you snapped. “I thought I knew you, Tom. But clearly, I don’t. So start talking. Who were those men? Were they business rivals? Criminals? What are you involved in?”

Tom stood, pacing the room. “It’s complicated.”

You let out a bitter laugh. “Complicated? Oh, that’s rich. Try me, Tom. I’ve just been kidnapped, threatened, and used as bait. I think I can handle ‘complicated.’”

He stopped, turning to face you. “They weren’t business rivals.”

“Then who—”

“They were after me because of my other work,” he admitted, his voice low.

Your stomach dropped. “Other work?”

Tom hesitated, his jaw clenching. “I… I do things. For my family. To protect what’s ours.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, your voice trembling.

“I handle threats. People who try to destroy us, take what’s ours, or hurt the people we care about,” he said, his eyes locking with yours. “That’s why they came after you. They thought they could use you to get to me.”

You stepped back, shaking your head. “So what? You’re some kind of… Mobstar?”

Tom sighed, running a hand down his face. “Kind of?”

“Kind of, Tom?” You demanded. “Because from where I’m standing, it sounds a lot like you’re living in some mob movie, and I’ve been dragged into it without even knowing!”

“I didn’t want you involved,” he said, his voice cracking. “I kept it from you to keep you safe.”

“Well, that worked out great,” you said bitterly, gesturing to yourself. “Do you even realize how terrified I was? Not just for me, but for you? I thought—God, Tom, I thought they were going to kill you!”

Tom closed the distance between you, his hands reaching for yours. “I’m sorry. I swear, Y/n, I never wanted this to happen. I thought I could keep you out of it. I thought I could protect you.”

You pulled your hands away, tears stinging your eyes. “Protect me? Tom, you can’t protect me if you don’t let me in. You’re not invincible. You can’t keep carrying this on your own.”

“I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only good thing in my life, Y/n. The only thing that keeps me sane.”

Your heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice, but it didn’t erase the betrayal you felt. “Then stop shutting me out,” you said softly. “If you want me in your life, Tom, you can’t keep lying to me. I deserve the truth, no matter how ugly it is.”

Tom stared at you, his eyes searching yours. Finally, he nodded. “Alright. No more lies. No more secrets.”

You swallowed hard, nodding back. “Good. Because I can’t do this if I don’t know what I’m up against.”

“I’ll tell you everything,” he promised, his hand hovering near yours. “Just… don’t walk away from me.”

You hesitated, then let him take your hand. “I’m still here, aren’t I?”

For the first time that night, Tom smiled. It was small and tentative, but it was enough.

Tom hesitated, before taking your hands in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as if grounding himself. There was something more—something he was struggling to say.

“I need to tell you another secret,” he murmured, his voice low and unsteady. “And after this… there will be no more secrets. I promise.”

Your brow furrowed, a mix of curiosity and trepidation stirring in your chest. “What is it, Tom?”

He took a deep breath, his eyes darting away for a moment before locking back onto yours. You’d never seen him this vulnerable before, and it made your heart ache despite the storm of emotions still swirling inside you.

“I, um… I really…I mean.... I--” He stumbled over his words, his usual confident demeanor cracking.

“Spill it, Tom,” you said, a hint of impatience creeping into your voice.

“I love you, Y/n,” he blurted out, the words tumbling out in a rush like he’d been holding them back for years. “Not just as my best friend. I love you as someone I want to be with. I want you to be my future.”

The room fell silent, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. His eyes searched yours desperately, as if trying to gauge your reaction, as if the entire world hung on the next words you’d say.

You stared at him, your mind reeling. “Tom…”

“I know this is a lot,” he continued quickly, panic flickering across his face. “And I know I should’ve told you sooner, but I didn’t want to ruin what we have. I didn’t want to lose you. But after tonight… after almost losing you… I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

You blinked, trying to process the flood of emotions his words stirred in you. Anger, confusion, relief, and… something deeper. Something that made your heart race.

“Tom,” you finally said, your voice softer now. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

He let out a shaky laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Because I was scared. Scared you didn’t feel the same way. Scared it’d mess everything up.”

You stared at him for a moment longer before taking a step closer. “You’re an idiot,” you said, though there was no heat in your voice.

He looked at you, his brows furrowing in confusion. “What?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “You’re an idiot, Tom Holland. Of course I love you too. Did you really think I wouldn’t?”

His eyes widened, hope blooming on his face. “You… you do?”

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips despite everything. “Yeah, I do. But don’t think this gets you out of trouble for keeping secrets.”

Tom let out a breathless laugh, his shoulders sagging in relief. “I’ll take whatever trouble you want to give me, as long as I get to keep you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help smiling as he pulled you into a tight hug, holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

And in that moment, for all the chaos and questions still lingering, you felt a little closer to finding your footing again. Together.

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[m4tthewmurd0ck]

COMING SOON!!!

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Ballerina Reader

(I do my best to be as non-descriptive as possible, but I do use she / her and mention that reader is a ballerina)

Inspired by the question: Have you ever tried to eat at a restaurant, which happened to be a mafia / mob front, but you didn’t know that, and everyone inside just stared as you walked in because nobody actually eats there?

I FINALLY decided what I want my first piece back to be and I’m so excited shdiznejfns it’s very funny if I do say so myself. Once I got the idea I rushed and typed it on my phone and I already KNOW there are so many spelling errors because I have auto correct turned off and right now it looks like shit hahdndisfn. BUUUUT I just need to give it a quick read through / fix errors on my laptop and we’ll be good to go! Full preview below the cut :)

It had been Bucky’s idea to name the restaurant Tony’s. After their dear friend who had given his life in a war that should’ve never been fought.

It had been Peter’s idea to ‘open a restaurant’. He pointed out that it would be the perfect realistic cover, though Steve argued that they didn’t really need one. Everyone in Brooklyn and the neighboring cities knew who they were, why did they need to put up any sort of front?

In the end, Bucky sided with Peter. They needed a place to talk shop and handle business, and it had to be somewhere that the outside wouldn’t attract any trouble (aka law enforcement). A warehouse was too obvious and was practically begging to be raided. He agreed with Steve, though, in that everyone knew who they were and what their business really was. He pointed out that it was actually a good thing. It would be pretty obvious that the restaurant wasn’t a restaurant, and they wouldn’t attract actual customers. But they’d make it legit, so that they couldn’t be shut down. Like Peter said, they needed a realistic cover.

Within a month, Tony’s was up and running. Running, as in the lights were on during what would be deemed normal business hours. The door was kept locked, but that didn’t matter because as Bucky predicted, no one tried to actually eat there.

Until one day when rehearsal ran nearly 2 hours late. You were tired, exhausted mentally and physically, and you just wanted some comfort food before heading back to your apartment to enjoy the next 2 days off. Still somewhat new to the city, you decided to get off of the subway one stop earlier, and find a restaurant on your way home.

Luckily for you, a neon sign reading TONY’S caught your eye. Unbeknownst to you, there was a meeting going on inside, and someone had forgotten to lock the front entrance.

As you pushed the door open, you had no idea the events that were about to unfold.

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[moon-fics]

headcanons about mob!tom holland × female!reader with the trope grumpy × sunshine where she is extremely agitated and hyperactive which drives him crazy sometimes because she can also be quite impulsive but he loves her more than anything else

A/n: Love the Mob!Tom requests! AHHHHH😍

Tom is always busy with work and keeping things quiet

Which sometimes means he's tired and just wants peace and quiet

So when he comes home to you rambling about your day he has to stay quiet and listen

It's not that he doesn't enjoy listening to you talk because it's one of his favorite pastimes

However, sometimes he just needs to close his eyes and relax in silence

You can easily catch one when it's one of those days and you'll happily trade talking for cuddles

During your time together he'll shut off his phone and if he forgets he'll scold anyone on the other line for calling him

He often has to talk you out of bad ideas right before you do them

A lot of people think he finds you annoying because he refuses to smile in front of his colleagues

He'll just be standing behind you with a frown while you smile at every person you pass by

The truth is he's happy every second he gets to be with you and you're close enough to know that

If anyone tries to tell you otherwise they'll have to deal with his frustrations

Although he doesn't like PDA too much he'll gladly kiss you if you ever ask

But if anyone tries to tease him about it he'll pout for a while

He'll stop once he wraps his arms around you

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Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

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Requested by Anonymous: Okay so can u write (or if u don't take request can we just discuss?) about mob! Peter Parker when the reader is pregnant?? Like he'd be absolutely hyperactive and take care of her every second. Not leaving her for a sec alone and then taking all his work into his office at home bc he just wants to stay near to her. Constantly spoiling her and buying her everything she is craving, baby proofing the whole house, constantly having sex bc she is extra horny and then of course talking to her baby bump when he thinks she's fast asleep!! Just . So. Cute. I'm always a sucker for pregnant reader stories. Here you go 💜 Warning: Suggestive/Explicit content (nothing too detailed, but the request does involve a horny pregnant reader and Peter's a deliverer, sooo~)

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Peter Parker, a young tycoon from upscale New York who likes to attend the most lavish of social gatherings and only owns what is considered 'top of the line' be it clothes, jewelry, houses, cars - you name it, but that is, of course, a part of his carefully constructed public image. Hidden in secret and shadows, his name is one often whispered as a form of jinx from the mouths of the criminal class. They understand the red ink Mr. Parker's name is written with; they know the true nature of his work.

Peter has quite the reputation, to put it short. Extortion, loan sharking, and corruption of public officials can be considered the 'nicer' side of his dealings, although seeing the exact lengths most individuals go through just to avoid a frown upon his face, it can easily be concluded that he's perfectly willingly to go much further if business calls for it.

He's headstrong and cold meaning that, once he sets his mind to something, there is no convincing him otherwise unless a certain voice is to plead it. There is a voice that can speak louder than his all by a mere breath against his ear; a sound sweet enough to poison his every thought, shatter his iron will, and remove that fearsome reputation of his like a form of temporary baptism.

For you, his precious wife, there is only 'Peter', a loving husband so devoted to the one who holds his heart that he would remove mountains if you preferred the view, carve the earth until it's hallow if you desire a gown of rare gems, and set fire to all of New York just to see your face shine in the golden flames. For you alone, Peter will take a knee, being whatever pleases you, although at the moment, all you ask is that he accepts defeat.

It's quite amusing really. Within the years of your marriage, you've heard countless accounts about how savage and gruesome your dear husband is; the wolf from fairy tales or, more fitting to his nickname, a spider haunting the dreams of those with severe arachnophobia. You'd be more inclined to believe such stories if not for how adorable he currently looks, his legs sprawled out across the floor as he struggles to put together the complex design yet remains very adamant that he will not be accepting defeat against a pile of rosewood.

You've been here watching the scene for well over an hour now, sitting rather comfortably yourself in a new rocking chair while snuggled up in an equally young silk blanket, soft cotton pajamas, and wool socks with a warm mug of ginger tea housed in your hands.

Without anything else to truly do and knowing full well any offers of assistance will continue to be denied (you've tried), you have taken to either sitting or pacing about the room every now and again to stretch your aching back, but you make sure to do the latter sparring since you've discovered the more you move, the more you increase poor Peter's worry.

The record so far is five minutes before your husband is hovering at your side, fussing like a British nanny over something: do you need anything, princess? Medicine? Another blanket? Is it too cold in here? Too warm? Perhaps it's best if you go lay down or shall we go for a walk in the garden for some fresh air?

It's amusing to you how doting Peter can be - well, how much more doting he can be, is a better way of putting it. Truth be told, he has always been an attentive husband, existing at your every beckon and call despite his own busy work schedule.

Each morning, you awake to kisses down your collarbone and a freshly picked flower next to your plate at breakfast. Throughout the day, he spares every possible second that he can for your request, becoming all yours during those breaks no matter how short. Do you want to read together in the library? Eat lunch in the garden if he has that much time? Peter has never been against any suggestion regardless of how rushed he may be in the moment, going as far as to sneak into the nearest closest for…Well, you can probably use your imagination for that part.

Peter prides himself on rarely letting you down, pained too deeply by your tears and too afraid of your shouts (a funny thought considering what his job entails). Fortunately, your fights are few and far inbetween, his anger reserved for work alone, not his precious wife who, quite honestly, is the only good thing to enter his hectic life aside from May and even Ben when he was still around - Oh, and also that little life you currently carry within your womb; they’re a fairly recent add on to Peter's list of loved ones.

You remember it like just yesterday when you had first told him the news. You, yourself, had been a nervous wreck despite having been actively trying for children. All of your preparation and desires seemed to instantly go out the window in that moment, replaced by the weight of the world upon your shoulders as you stared at that little white test confirming for certain that you are, in fact, carrying the weight of a little world inside of you.

Pregnant? Are you really ready to do this? Can you really be a good mom or will you somehow mess it up? What if Peter was only pacifying you when he offered to fulfill your desire of bearing his children? What if he wasn't being honest then and actually detests the idea of children running around his mansion, screaming and creating messes as children typically do? So many worries plagued your mind that day, all put to rest once receiving Peter's true reaction.

It took him a minute - actually four - where he just stared at you, letting the wheels turn inside his head while carefully asking if you were being serious. Then, within seconds - which is no exaggeration -, you were within his arms, your face soon cupped in his hands as he tearfully asked you the same question again followed by giddy laughter when you confirmed it a third time.

Your husband has always been doting, however now that you hold his child - his heir - this behavior has been increased tenfold. You officially bear double the importance to him, thus any harm that may befall you would become his downfall leading to him collapsing in on himself like a dying star (excuse his dramatics). Therefore, Peter has amplified his protective and attentive behaviors, becoming a hyperactive presence in your life that can be admittedly overwhelming at times.

It began plainly enough with him moving all of his work to the home office where he could be within range of your calls for every second of the day. Parties, business trips, and anything else that would require traveling became forbidden, not that he ever cared much for them anyways. Security had also been added upon with Peter triple checking all interviews and background checks which were usually entrusted to his right-hand man, Miles, who has never steered him wrong before, but one can never be too careful.

While not bad in the beginning, Peter’s anxieties soon became suffocating. His innocent research into all things parenthood soon started viewing every piece of advice or recommendations as holy. The doctor said too much of something isn't good to eat? Then you won't taste a grain! There can be germs around the mansion that cause you illness? Everything must be washed! Everything! Oh, and the mansion must be entirely baby proof! Each corner, every nook and crank - Nothing left to chance! Simply put, Peter doesn't want to take any chances, treating you as if you're some sort of ticking time bomb which is, in a way, true given your horrendous mood swings at times.

For a while there, it felt that Peter was coming to you everyday with something new he wanted to try. Playing certain music to help the baby's development or drafting a new meal plan that gets rid of some of your favorites because a certain ingredient isn't 'good for you'. Being currently drained due to a changing body, you’ve been in no mood for Peter's 'crowding', and the meal thing had been your final straw. He unfortunately learned this the hard way when you finally lost your patience resulting in a full hour of shouting at him then another sobbing your apologies. 

After that day, Peter has backed off a little. He still spends every night reading parent books which are left stacked at his bedside, but he's much more reasonable with his suggestions and has learned to not believe everything he reads, usually running it through Aunt May first just to be sure he won't get his head ripped off if he brings the information to you (yeah, you're not quite sure he's recovered from the trauma of your scolding, poor baby). 

Of course, you can never truly be mad at Peter for caring, something he knows, too. Pregnancy is stressful both mentally and physically, thus it's lovely to have a husband just as willing to trek through the ugly as he is to observe the beauty. 

As it's hopefully been made clear, he has no issue in spoiling you. Anything you want is yours to have. Are you craving some foreign food? He'll have it flown in or hire a special chief to prepare it just for you. Do you wish for cuddles? He'll move his schedule around the best he can to accommodate for a day in bed, snuggled in mounts of blankets as you rest comfortably in his arms. Even if you're suffering from horrible mood swings, be it awful crying or livid screaming, he will happily endure it feeling it's the least he can do in return for all his wife is doing for him.

Oh, and then there's the sex. Why hadn't anyone told you being pregnant would make you this horny? Some days, you're barely able to keep your hands off of poor Peter (not that he's actually suffering in any shape or form, quite the opposite). Of course, you blame him for it because not only did he make you this way, but he insists on being in the same room as you practically all hours of the day. How are you not to leap at him when he's sitting right there, looking all hot and sexy as he runs his hand through his hair or bites his lip in concentration while going over paperwork?

…Yeah...Peter's probably fucked you more than he's actually completed any of his work, but when your wife is sitting on top of your lap, peppering your neck in kisses and pawing at your erection all while swelling with your baby within her womb? What's a man to do?

Looking back at how perfect Peter has been, you don't think you could ever feel more confident in who you've married. He could've turned you away that first day you asked him to impregnate you, he could be doing the bare minimum without any personal inference just to keep you ‘happy’ and out of his hair, but instead, he has remained loyal to his responsibilities, going above and beyond in the name of pure love. It's enough to make you swoon (and maybe a little aroused, damn your hormones), however at the moment, you're a bit too tired to express any of it outwardly. Maybe later when you have the energy for something more physical. 

Right now, you only wish to close your eyes, enjoying the warm sun which floods through the window at just the right angle that it blankets you in the rocking chair - something you're sure Peter took into consideration when planning the layout of this nursery. Bless him indeed. 

You have zero intentions in moving, too warm and too at peace especially since the baby has finally stopped wiggling around like a little worm inside of you. Not wanting to disrupt the precious bean, you'll remain put in silence where you can both rest together.

You hear Peter give an exasperated groan from where he sits on the floor. Based on it, you're certain he must have his hands in his hair, tugging at the roots. Accompanied with the sound of him stretching his legs and the amount of time it takes him to actually stand up, you'd guess it must've been hell for his muscles to stay in such a position for so long, not that you feel that bad, only for a second at most. If you've survived seven months of your entire body aching, he can surely manage a numb feeling in his legs for a few minutes. 

He tip toes over the hurricane of wood planks, but gives a good kick to some of the screws with a hissed breath and hands placed on his hips. He'll have to ask Miles for someone who can build this damned crib for him, he doesn't have the patience to fiddle with it any longer, but at least his anger is forgotten once he looks at you. The golden sun dressed over your face, the peaceful rest of your skin and slight part of your cherry lips as you take in each breath: you’re truly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, a fact he is constantly reminded of especially in the small moments like this.

Peter wonders if your baby will take after you. He desperately hopes so, if not in appearance than at least in personality. He hopes that whoever they end up being, it isn't anything like him. Although he was happy to take Uncle Ben's place in the business, it wasn't what Ben wanted and, now that he is going to be a father himself, Peter finally understands that.

The more he thinks of his precious child, the more certain Peter becomes that he doesn't want them to be his heir. He doesn't want them to know violence or bloodshed, lies and deceit. He doesn't want them to tell the other children at school that their daddy is their hero - to ever think such a thing in admiration because that would just be the first step down his path.

He wants them to be like you. He wants them to be kind and patient, fair and dignified. He wants their love, yes, but he also wants them to be realistic as you are - to know that what he does for a living isn't truly a good thing and that they should strive to be something more, something better. They don't need to be proud of him, but he will forever be proud of them. That's what Uncle Ben wanted for him, and while he failed on that front himself, he hopes his child can do better; he'll do better by being around to lead them down that right path. 

Kneeled in front of you, Peter whispers all these things, his hands gracing your swollen stomach as he makes a trail of endless promises to the unborn child who can’t process any of it at the moment, however that's fine; Peter will be there to remind them of his love throughout the rest of their life. 

"...I can't wait to meet them..." He hushes, pressing his lips to your stomach in a long kiss. Only a few more months and he'll be able to do the same to their forehead. He'll likely never stop either, not if he remains this drunk on admiration towards them.

You smile, blinking open your eyes to gaze down at him, "They can't wait to meet you either."

"How do you know?" He challenges playfully, leaning into your touch when your hand rests upon his cheek, always so warm to him.

"Because they kick anytime they hear your voice," you explain, letting your other hand fall onto your stomach, "They were sleeping peacefully until you started talking. Now they’re wide awake waiting for you to say more."

"I'm sorry," he doesn't look it, a delighted smile still tugging at his lips. He always apologizes, although he's far from being meaningful. Sorry that you must endure so much pain and stress, but not sorry that it's all going to be for your beloved child. Nine months in return for a life which will continue to grow and carry the best traits of you both, isn’t that a good deal?

Fortunately for your husband, you have never been truly mad, agreeing that it’ll indeed be worth it in the end. Slumping back your head against the chair, you close your eyes again and hum as you remind him, "...Peter, they're waiting for you to say more."

He beams, dropping his head lightly against your stomach where his ear can press against your covered skin as if it’ll allow him the deepest connection with the life waiting inside, "Then I will say more."

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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

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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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"Biopics of massively famous musicians are rarely very good, often because they stumble at the question of whom exactly they’re being made for. Are you making a movie for the already initiated die-hard fans yearning to see the life and times of their hero reflected back at them in exacting detail? Or is your movie a welcome mat for novices, a breezy jukebox of greatest hits aimed at cultivating new generations of fans, goosing streaming tallies and catalog sales in the process? Most musician biopics never manage to resolve this tension, in part because they’re usually also serving a third master, namely the musician’s estate, which tends to hold its own, very specific ideas about on-screen depiction.

Bob Marley: One Love, the new movie about the late reggae superstar that’s produced by Marley’s widow, Rita, along with some of his children, is a biopic that does seem to know whom it’s for, which isn’t a point in its favor. The film is directed by Reinaldo Marcus Green (King Richard) and stars Kingsley Ben-Adir as Marley, who does his best with the role despite not really looking or sounding much like the real Marley. (Within the past four years Ben-Adir has played Malcolm X, Barack Obama, and Bob Marley, quite the triptych of historical figures.) Lashana Lynch plays Rita and steals the film in every scene she’s in, even if the movie’s script fails to elevate her character past the archetypical suffering-yet-supportive wife of a genius.

Rather than taking a cradle-to-grave approach to Marley’s life, One Love instead focuses on a single period of Marley’s career, his self-imposed exile to England in the aftermath of the 1976 attempt on his life at his home in Kingston, during which time he recorded Exodus, the 1977 LP that marked his full breakthrough into global superstardom. The film opens with the assassination attempt, after which we’re quickly whisked to London, where the film depicts Marley writing most of Exodus’ songs in a cloying series of “eureka!” moments that tend to populate movies of this kind. Snippets of Marley’s classic “Redemption Song” surface as a recurring musical motif in the film, and in one of the last scenes, we see Marley performing the song for his awestruck family in a sappy flourish that’s also anachronistic. (By most accounts, Marley didn’t write “Redemption Song” until 1979.) Periodically we’re treated to a series of flashbacks of the singer’s earlier life, a clichéd device that this movie could have used more of: Brief forays into Marley’s conversion to Rastafarianism are surprisingly well done, and a scene of a teenage Marley and the Wailing Wailers performing “Simmer Down” at Coxsone Dodd’s Studio One is the best moment in the film.

One Love is an inspirational tale about a Great Man who used music to unite the world, one that reduces one of the most consequential and complicated artists of the 20th century to a walking fount of genial aphorisms, the guy who suggested we all get together and feel all right. As such, the film indulges a decadeslong public appetite for a particular imagining of Marley that his estate now seems depressingly eager to feed. It’s been 42 years since Marley died of a rare form of melanoma at age 36, and I’m not sure there’s a musician who’s more literally iconic: Go to any commercial district in any part of the world and within minutes you’ll find an opportunity to buy something bearing Marley’s likeness. In the United States, Marley has been a staple of dorm-room walls for generations: The casual and underinformed co-optation of Marley by American bro culture has even inspired a recurring meme in which Marley’s name is erroneously affixed to an image of Jimi Hendrix.

To a certain brand of musical cynic, Marley has become the embodiment of a musician whom people own posters and T-shirts of but don’t actually listen to, which isn’t totally fair to most of the owners of those posters and T-shirts. Some of Marley’s music is still enormously popular: His 1984 greatest hits compilation Legend is currently enjoying its 820th week on the Billboard 200, a position it will likely maintain for the foreseeable future given One Love’s early, strikingly robust box-office projections. The only album that’s spent longer on the chart is Pink Floyd’s Dark Side of the Moon.

But in the pop-cultural imagination, Legend has completely eclipsed everything else Marley ever released. The album has sold more than 15 million copies in the United States alone, while no other Marley LP has sold even 1 million stateside. From a purely mathematical standpoint, this would indicate that for many fans, Legend is the first and only Marley album they’ll ever listen to. I’m not sure there’s another greatest hits compilation that has played such an outsize role in the public definition of an artist.

Legend is a fine little collection, but the idea that it’s some sort of one-stop synopsis of Marley’s career is absurd. For starters, 10 of its 14 tracks date from the period of 1977–80, a four-year time frame that represents the height of Marley’s global popularity but is a relatively minuscule cross section of a staggeringly prolific, nearly two-decade-long recording career. (Five of Exodus’ 10 tracks are included on Legend, which I suspect is one reason that One Love is so invested in the album’s significance.)

This period also coincides with a time when Marley’s music seemed to take a step back from revolutionary politics, a tack that may have been driven at least in part by the aforementioned assassination attempt. The Marley canonized on Legend is not the Marley who sang “I feel like bombin’ a church/ Now that you know that the preacher is lyin’ ” or who called for “burnin’ and a-lootin’ tonight … burnin’ all illusion tonight” or declared that “Rasta don’t work for no CIA.” The dominance of Legend in the U.S. is particularly striking when one considers that Marley’s highest-selling album in this country during his lifetime was 1976’s Rastaman Vibration, which peaked at No. 8 on the Billboard 200 and includes such overtly political tracks as “Crazy Baldhead,” “Rat Race,” and “War.” Legend doesn’t include a single track from Rastaman Vibration, instead opting for romantic fare like “Is This Love” and “Waiting in Vain” and feel-good anthems like “One Love/People Get Ready” and “Jamming.” (For an excellent deep dive into the history and legacy of Legend, I recommend this article from the Ringer earlier this week.)

One Day’s Director Has No Regrets About the Movie’s Controversial Ending

Legend’s preeminence has helped turn Marley into the musical equivalent of a tourist destination, at which One Love is just one more cozy attraction. This is worse than a shame, because the real Bob Marley was one of the most remarkable musical talents of the 20th century. As a songwriter, he was so prolific that music seemed to pour out of him, a quality that has sometimes led to a naturalization of his gifts that veers into exoticizing primitivism. (One Love certainly partakes in this.) But rather than being some carefree savant, Marley was a fiercely disciplined and ambitious artist from the very beginning. He wrote and recorded his first single, “Judge Not,” in 1962 at the age of 16, and it remains an astonishing debut, an effortlessly catchy melody sung by a voice that sounds both nervous and supremely confident in a way that only a teenager can manage.

By the time he signed to Island Records in 1972 and began his ascent to international superstardom, Marley had already written a lifetime’s worth of great songs. He had a preternatural ear for hooks and crafted songs that were ready-made hit records, three-minute gems of perfectly crystalized musical ideas. As a singer, his indelible tenor rasp and thrillingly improvisational style were the byproducts of an extraordinarily well-honed sense of intonation and time. And during the 1970s, he fronted what might have been the best band on the face of the earth, grounded in the peerless rhythm section of drummer Carlton Barrett and bassist Aston “Family Man” Barrett, the latter of whom died earlier this month at age 77. (Aston’s son and namesake, an accomplished musician in his own right, plays his father in the film.)

One Love doesn’t know how to begin exploring this artist and his art in any way that even begins to be interesting. Instead it just feeds back the same sanitized and saccharine idea of Bob Marley to the same audience who has been eating that up for generations. It’s a movie about a poster. Over the end credits of One Love, archival performance clips of Marley flash onto the screen, and for a few moments we’re treated to sounds and images that are infinitely more magnetic and thrillingly alive than anything we’ve seen over the preceding 100-ish minutes. That Bob Marley, and the extraordinary body of music he left behind, is still out there for those who go listening for it, but this movie isn’t where you’ll find him."

[evermorx89]

some recs of mob!tom holland series or mcu! peter parker? thankss

[euphoricdreamsidreamabout]

Hey guys... I have been on a writers block most of the year and I am thinking of writing again.. so if u have any requests pls do send me!!

Luv u!! <3<3<3

[peterdarlingg]

Exiled Angel

Mob!tom holland x reader

Prologue

Warnings: panic attack, injuries, yucky flirting and just angst. (some fluff tho to an extent)

Dividers by @saradika

The rain dripping on your face was what woke you up. You opened your eyes very slowly and as you started to adjust to the light coming from the light post you were under and your senses started coming back you realized you were lying on the ground on the sidewalk alone on an empty street.

Your body stiff and you felt a headache coming on. You got up very carefully and your knees almost gave out from how dizzy and weak you felt. Your head was pounding and you started to feel anxious as you didn’t know where you were.

Walking down the sidewalk slowly but surely you decided to go find some shelter to hang out in to figure out what on earth was going on.

After walking for what felt like hours, you slowly deduced that it was very late. Nothing was open at all. You kept walking and you almost gave up until you found what looked like a bar or club and decided to go inside maybe find some help. It wasn’t the most ideal place especially in your condition but it looked like the only place that was open. You’d take anything right now.

You walked inside and instantly the loud music and chattering noise of everyone hit your ears. Feeling the bass of music in your stomach, you headed over to the bar area to sit down and gather your surroundings.

You were soaked from the rain, cold and shivering you sat looking at the people swaying and dancing and swaying on the dance floor with no care in the world.

“Hey, you okay?” You looked to your right and followed the sound. A blonde haired bartender with his striking blue eyes looking at yours.

It took you a second to realize he was actually talking to you. “Y-Yeah, fine” you replied, voice shaking.

He nodded suspiciously and took off serving other people coming in.

Your brain tired to remember what had happened. What was the last thing you remembered?

“Hi,” you whipped your head to the sound of the voice coming from your left, you were met with a dark eyed face, and you instantly felt uneasy.

“Do you want to dance?” He asked looking you up and down for sure checking you out and made you want to bolt out the door. “No thanks,” you replied sternly- well as stern as you could be, hoping he’d get the memo and leave you alone. Apparently he didn’t.

“Well can we at least get to know each other? If you know what I mean?” He smirked eyes locked down at your chest.

‘Was anyone seeing this?’ You thought.

“I’m Joe, what’s your name?” He finally had the decency to look in your eyes asking you.

You turned around about to cuss him out or run away which one you hadn’t decided yet,

when you suddenly froze, ‘my name?’

‘Wait a minute..’ you thought suddenly. ‘I don’t remember my name..?’ ‘Who am I?” ‘What’s my name?’ ‘Why can’t I remember my name?’ You thought and started panicking.

‘Why can’t I remember anything?’ ‘What’s happening to me?’

You didn’t know who you were, what your name was, you didn’t remember what happened, and you had no idea where you were. Yeah. You were definitely panicking.

As your breathing picked up you started looking around frantically. You didn’t know what or who you were looking for. You left the bar leaving the guy high and dry as he deserved.

What you didn’t see was the blond bartender’s eyes following you.

You tried to calm down so you wouldn’t attract any unnecessary attention but it just wasn’t happening. A gentle sob came out of you, and the tears kept coming. You were feeling so incredibly lost like a child lost their mother on the street.

You’re chest felt like it was caving in and about to break. With blurry eyes you hurried over to the corner of a wall. You just wanted to hide and wake up from this nightmare. You slid down to the floor, too emotionally unstable to stand, and drew your knees to your chest and rested your head between them, Almost trying to hide from the world and to trying to calm your hyperventilating but you were too far gone.

Meanwhile in the V.I.P. area at the back was none other than most feared mobster in London, Tom Holland. He was at the top of the food chain and anyone who is everyone knew it.

After all he owned the place and It was his first night off in months that he decided that he would gladly give himself, and he was three whiskey glasses in, having the time of his life….well that was until Harrison, best friend and his second in command burst through the back interrupting Tom in the middle of a good time.

“Mate, I’m so sorry, but you know I wouldn’t have came here if it wasn’t important,” he panted, out of breath from running up the stairs to the V.I.P section. “What is it Haz?” He asked, his eyes hard and jaw clenched.

You suddenly felt a hand on knee and instinctively recoiled, letting out a sob choking you. “Hey, hey it’s okay,” you heard a soft voice say. Well as soft as a voice can be in a bar. But the lump In your throat was too big to reply to it. Loud sobs racking through your body when someone tried to touch you again on the shoulder.

“No, don’t touch me, please don’t touch me, please, please just…” you panicked. “Same thing happened when I tried talking to her, she wouldn’t talk to me,” Harrison told Tom. Tom glanced over to Haz from his crouched position in front of you.

“Okay darling, I won’t touch you again okay?” “Can you please just look at me?” “I just want to help,” Tom explained calmly.

“No, I-I-no-“ you stuttered unable to catch your breath.

“Shh, hey look me darling it okay, you’re okay,” you stared to look up slowly but surely until you faced the person owing the soft voice of whiskey.

“That’s it darling,” he was finally able to see your beautiful innocent eyes and tear stained face. “Hi, my name is Tom”

“can you tell me what your name is?” He asked gently with a smile. “You were still taking harsh breaths but calmed a bit looking into his eyes.

“I-I don’t remember,” you mumbled, looking down, almost ashamed.

“You don’t remember your name?” Tom asked skeptically.

“I don’t remember anything,” you cried. “I-I woke up like an hour ago and I was lying on the ground in the middle of the street a-and I don’t know what happened to me and I can’t remember anything,” you sobbed, breaking once more, putting your head between your knees again.

“Okay, hey you’re okay, try to calm down okay, can I touch you?” “You hesitated but nodded nonetheless , and he immediately put his hand in your shoulder with a reassuring grip.

“Hey, look me, love.” He said stern but soft.

He looked at your eyes after you slowly raised your head. “Okay let’s take a deep breath in,” he told you as he sucked in a breath encouraging you to do the same.

“And out,” he exhaled loudly and gently not to startle you reached for your hand and placed it on his chest to feel him breathing. He did this repeatedly helping you breathe in and out until your breath finally slowed. His heartbeat grounding you.

“Do you feel better now?” He asked, you focused on his voice over the loud noise around you. “Yeah, a bit.” You croaked. “Okay, that’s good,” he smiled.

His smile quickly dissolved once his eyes caught a look at your body. Your shoulders and arms down to your thighs are a bunch of angry looking bruises. He wondered if you were aware of them.

“W-what?” You stuttered, nervous of his sudden mood change. You were still very wary of this stranger who decided to help you for some reason you couldn’t comprehend.

Tom deduced you were in fact not aware of said injuries.

He shook his head, “Nothing don’t worry, how about we go at the back where it’s a bit quieter and you can tell me what happened, is that okay with you?” He found your eyes, expression gentle. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes this time around.

You looked at him eyes hesitant. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, we can stay here but you’re already overwhelmed and I don’t want you getting stressed out from all this noise.” He reassured you.

“No it’s okay, it actually is loud in here.” You finally found your voice.

He slowly helped you up making sure you were comfortable with him being close to you and he lead you back to the VIP area, Harrison following, where it was as he promised much quieter. He was also the only one here. He really only made this area for him and friends and family or any meetings. So it was only them inside. You walked in and the loud banging instantly came to a halt.

A/n: so??? Thoughts? Feedback is welcomed! I’m a little rusty so keep that in mind tho! Hope you enjoyed thank you for reading! <3 likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

[thollandsgirl2013]

𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → teasing, fluff

Summary → Tom, London's most feared mob boss, finally confesses his love to his best friend.

The quiet hum of the night settled over London, the streets dimly lit by flickering street lamps as the city slept. Inside an expansive, high-end club owned by Holland Empire, the real business was happening. Mob deals, alliances, and threats exchanged in hushed tones, away from prying eyes. At the center of it all was Tom Holland, London’s most feared mob boss. Yet, sitting across from him, wearing a devilish smirk, was the only person who could rattle him – you.

"You're late," you teased, leaning back in the leather chair across from Tom, your legs crossed casually. You twirled a small glass of whiskey in your hand, watching the amber liquid swirl before taking a slow sip.

Tom’s intense brown eyes narrowed, but a grin tugged at the corner of his lips. "You know, you’re the only person who can get away with calling me out like that."

"Perks of being your best friend," you shrugged, leaning forward, your voice softening, "And maybe something more, hmm?"

Tom's expression shifted, his protectiveness flaring. "Y/n, you know it’s dangerous being involved in all this. I’ve told you before—”

You cut him off, setting your glass down with a soft clink. "I’m not going anywhere, Tom. I’ve got your back, always." Your gaze softened as you locked eyes with him. "Besides, someone needs to keep you in line."

Tom exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing. No one could get through to him like you. Not Harrison, not his brothers Sam or Harry—only you. You had been there since childhood, and now, you were the one person who truly understood him. His love for you ran deep, but he never dared speak it aloud. Not yet.

Just then, the door swung open, and Harrison strolled in, a cheeky grin plastered on his face. "Interrupting something, am I?" He teased, eyeing the way Tom was sitting a bit too close to you.

You leaned back, giving Harrison a playful smile. "You always do, Haz."

Harrison chuckled, but his eyes gleamed with mischief. "I swear, if Tom looks at you any harder, he’s going to set you on fire." He winked.

Tom shot him a glare, though his ears turned slightly pink. "Shut up, Haz."

Before Harrison could fire back, the twins, Sam and Harry, barged in, both grinning like idiots.

"Oi, what’s this? A family meeting without us?" Harry quipped, his eyes immediately darting to you. "You keeping our dear brother in check, Y/n/n?"

Sam chimed in, "Or is he finally confessing his undying love for you?"

Tom groaned, running a hand through his messy curls, clearly flustered. "Seriously, all of you need to leave."

Harry laughed, nudging Sam. "What do you think, Sam? Should we leave him to confess?"

"Definitely," Sam nodded. "But it’s not like he’ll actually say it. He’s scared of her."

Tom shot them a warning glance, his jaw tightening. "I’m not scared."

"Of course you’re not," you interrupted, your tone laced with amusement. You reached over and placed a hand on his arm. "Because if you were, you’d have reason to be. Right, boss?"

Tom’s eyes flickered to yours, the tension between you both undeniable. He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of your touch, the closeness. But he didn’t dare move, afraid he might break the moment. Afraid that his feelings, buried for so long, might spill over.

"Yeah," he finally murmured, his voice low. "Right."

Harrison, sensing the charged atmosphere, clapped his hands. "Alright, alright, we’ll leave you two alone. But don’t take too long, Tom. You’ve got a meeting with the DiCarlo family in an hour."

The twins snickered as they followed Harrison out, leaving you and Tom alone in the dimly lit room.

You raised an eyebrow, watching Tom carefully. "The DiCarlo family? That sounds serious."

"It is," Tom said, his tone shifting back to business. "They’ve been causing trouble on our side of the city. I need to show them who’s in control."

You leaned closer, your voice dropping to a whisper. "And you will. But you don’t have to face everything alone, Tom. I’m here. I always have been."

Tom’s heart raced as your words sank in. He had always been the one protecting you, shielding you from the darkness of his world. But tonight, sitting here with you, he realized just how much you had always been protecting him too. Keeping him grounded. Keeping him from losing himself.

Without thinking, Tom reached out, his hand covering yours. His grip was firm, but his touch was gentle. "Y/n... there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time."

You blinked, surprised by the sudden change in his demeanor. "Tom—"

Before you could respond, the door burst open again, and Harry poked his head in, grinning. "Time’s up, lovebirds! Tom, DiCarlo’s here."

Tom let out a frustrated sigh, pulling his hand away reluctantly. "Of course."

You chuckled, standing up and straightening your jacket. "Guess we’ll have to continue this later."

"Yeah," Tom said, his voice a bit strained. He stood up, towering over you as usual, his eyes softening. "Later."

As you both headed toward the exit, Tom glanced down at you, his mind racing. One day, he promised himself. One day he’d tell you everything.

But for now, business called.

And Tom Holland, the most feared mob boss in London, had a city to control—with you by his side.

The dimly lit club buzzed with tension, but none of that bothered Tom. The DiCarlo family was waiting, but all he could think about was you-your hand on his arm, your words lingering in the air.

As you both walked down the sleek hallway, Tom's mind was racing. He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, noticing how easily you moved through this dangerous world-his world. You were more than his best friend, more than his partner-in-crime. You were the only one who could get through to him, the only one who had his heart in the palm of your hand, even if you didn't realize it yet.

Or maybe you did.

Suddenly, Tom stopped walking, grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to a halt. You turned, raising an eyebrow at him, the soft music and murmurs from the club fading into the background.

"Tom?" You asked, confusion lacing your voice.

He took a deep breath, his lips curling into that signature, cocky smirk of his. "I'm not going in there until I say this."

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in his demeanor. "Say what?"

Tom stepped closer, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. His brown eyes, usually hard and unreadable when it came to business, softened as they locked with yours.

"You've always had my back, Y/n. Since the beginning. You know me better than anyone else-better than even Haz, my brothers, my mum. You're the one person I'm actually scared of, because you make me feel... something I've never felt before." His smirk grew wider, more confident as he leaned in just a little, his voice dropping to a low, teasing whisper. "And I don't think you realize just how hard I've fallen for you."

Your breath caught in your throat. "Tom-"

"Shh," he interrupted, pressing a finger lightly to your lips. "Let me finish." He took your hand in his, his thumb tracing soft circles on your skin. "I've been in love with you for a long time. I didn't say anything because I was trying to protect you, to keep you out of this mess. But the truth is, I don't want to protect you from me anymore. I want you by my side-for real."

You blinked up at him, your heart racing as his words sank in. You had always known there was something between you two, the way he looked at you, how he'd protect you with his life. But hearing him admit it like this? It felt surreal.

"Tom, are you... serious?" You asked, your voice barely a whisper.

His smirk only deepened as he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Darling, when am I ever not serious?" His tone was playful, but the heat in his gaze told you he wasn't messing around.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside you, you couldn't help the grin that spread across your face. "You're such a cocky bastard."

Tom chuckled, pulling you closer, his arm snaking around your waist, bringing your body flush against his. "Only for you love."

You rolled your eyes, but your body betrayed you, leaning into his touch. "You've always been a flirt," you murmured, your voice teasing.

"Maybe," he said, his nose brushing against yours, his breath warm against your lips. "But I'm not just flirting now. I mean it, Y/n. I want you. And I'm not letting anyone else have you."

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, his possessive tone sending a thrill through you. "That sounds like a threat, Holland."

Tom grinned, his lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "It is. You're mine, and I'm yours. Whether you like it or not."

Before you could respond, Tom closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a kiss that was every bit as confident as he was. His hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, holding you close as his lips moved against yours with a mix of passion and control. You melted into him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his suit as you kissed him back.

For a moment, the world around you disappeared. The club, the business, the danger-it all faded away as you lost yourself in the feel of Tom's lips, the taste of him intoxicating. You could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pressed against yours as if he couldn't stand the idea of any space between you.

When he finally pulled back, both of you slightly breathless, Tom's forehead rested against yours, a satisfied smirk still playing on his lips. "See?" He murmured. "Told you I wasn't just flirting."

You shook your head, biting back a grin. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you love me," he shot back, his voice dripping with that signature cockiness you had grown to adore.

You rolled your eyes playfully, but the warmth in your chest betrayed you. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I do."

Tom's grin widened as he straightened up, keeping one arm wrapped around your waist as if you might disappear if he let go. "Good. Because I'm not letting you get away now."

"Who said I was trying to leave?" You teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

Before he could respond, the door to the hallway burst open, and Harrison appeared again, an exasperated look on his face. "Oi, Tom! DiCarlo's starting to get impatient. What the hell are you doing?"

Tom turned to face Harrison, still holding you close, his confidence not wavering for a second. "I'm busy, Haz. Tell DiCarlo to wait."

Harrison's eyes flicked between the two of you, and he raised an eyebrow, noticing the intimate way Tom's arm was wrapped around you. "Oh, I see. Took you long enough, mate."

Tom smirked, glancing down at you before meeting Harrison's gaze. "Yeah, well, good things take time."

Harrison rolled his eyes but couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips. "Whatever you say, boss. Just don't keep DiCarlo waiting too long."

As Harrison turned and left, Tom looked back at you, his cocky grin still firmly in place. "Looks like I've got a meeting to run. But don't think this conversation is over, love."

You tilted your head, smirking right back at him. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it."

Tom's eyes darkened with amusement, and he leaned down, pressing one last kiss to your lips, slow and lingering. "Good. Because now that I've got you, I'm not letting go."

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[callmemana]

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[moon-fics]

A/n: I love this request because I love mafia AUs!! I sadly couldn't come up with any ideas as an actual fic, so I made headcanons for you to enjoy anyway!

Request: Hii, I hope you are having a good day! Can I request one with the mob! tom holland × reader where tom is really protective of his private life and everyone thinks he is non-committal and only hooks up for one night but actually, he has been with the same girl since he was 15 and they just get more in love every day 🥺🫶

Tom HATES sharing his personal life with the public

He will do everything in his power to keep his life private, especially from the newspaper

He only does it because anything can and will be used against him by many people who could easily take him down

So, even though the public yearns for details about him, nothing is really confirmed

There have been rumors that he sleeps around or can't keep a girl for more than a week

That's far from true bc this man has one love and it is you

He's been in love with you since high school before he became the powerful man he is today

Even though he can be intimidating and brutal, you know he's still the same dork that you met back in freshman year

He will do anything for you and only you

He refuses to let the tabloids know about your connection to him

He absolutely adores you in every way to the point where he won't denounce the rumors just to keep your identity hidden

He honestly doesn't mind being called a player because you both know he's far from it

At some point, the rumors about him sleeping around did bother you, but he quickly assured you that they'll never be true

Now, him keeping your private does not mean he's never in public with you

Quite the opposite, he's almost always in public with you

He just has people on the inside of the newsroom who do everything to stop headlines from running

This may seem like it's the opposite of privacy, but the public only gets information about him through the news

He hires people to block any photos that contain you and him, even at premieres or dinners

Not one paparazzi has successfully gotten a photo of him and you together

Even though he worries for your safety he would never lock you up and keep you inside

He enjoys going out with you, knowing he has other people keeping your identity safe

Not to mention his bodyguards admire you and are just as dedicated to protecting you

At the end of the day, you laugh at the rumors with him, pretending to catch him cheating and acting out dramatic scenes you saw in movies

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DM me if there are other methods you’re comfortable with and we’ll figure it out!

DETAILS, INSTRUCTIONS, TERMS, and PRICES can be found HERE or on this tumblr page

STUFF I OFFER

WRITING

character x reader — open to doing a Character x OC but with an additional charge since it's going to take longer for me to familiarize the OC that you will provide.

second person POV by Default — open to doing a third person POV if that's something you prefer. I won't do First Person.

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

RATES WILL DEPEND ON LENGTH:

Blurbs (500-1000 words)

Short One-Shots (2,500-3,500 words)

Long One-Shots (5,000-10,000 plus words)

EXCLUSIVE WORKS | ONLY AVAILABLE ON MY KO-FI SHOP ↳ my writing that won't likely be posted...ever. so when i say exclusive, i really mean it.

Scene from a One-Shot

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

A Chapter from an Unfinished Series

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.

GIFS & GRAPHICS

2-Set Gif — two (2) gifs of any scene/character(s) of your choosing

5-Set Gif — five (5) Gifs of any scene/character(s) of your choosing

Icon & Header Pack — one (1) icons + one (1) header for tumblr and/or other socials

Writing Graphics Package — one (1) gif header, three (3) dividers, and page breaks and banners

↳ again, more details can be found on the google doc or on my ko-fi pages that are linked below:

↳ if there are any further questions, please don’t hesitate to message me! thank you so much for your support! <3

↳ also, i just want to say that, i'm still going to be writing and posting for free on here when i do get the time. but as of now, i really need the extra income. BUT there's absolutely no pressure to commission whatsoever. even a simple reblog will do!

[jinxfriend]

Introduction to my blog!

Info Speedrun! (★^_^★)

I go by mainly Jinx (I am sadly not an arcane fan) i'm thinking about going by Jamie too in the future,

Nonbinary, Aroace/Demiromantic, Mayhaps Polyamorous

Infp/Enfp

I MIGHT be neurodivergent

Reality shifter, I believe in Spirits/Ghosts and manifestation and have my own experiences with them,

i apologize to my non-shifter moots im definitely going to be reblogging stuff about it or make my own posts on it 😭

I am 15 so i apologize if i ever did interact with any nfsw blogs or blogs with 'Minors Dni' in them, feel free to unfollow me 🙏 /nm

My birthday is january 12!!

I’ve moved to tumblr from TikTok because of the ban (˶°ㅁ°) i’m still getting used to the features, culture, and etiquette so please be patient and educate me if i do anything annoying/wrong! ALSO my tiktok is oldcatsnbeetles, any moots from tiktok PLEASE MOOT ME HERE 🙏

I would love to make more moots on tumblr also! don’t be afraid to give me song or fic recs, ask questions about my interests or beliefs and just interact with general! i might not be able to explain reality shifting or manifestation well but i can definitely give you some good sources/blogs!

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Fandom List, i’ll probably add more as time goes on: Undertale, Deltarune, GRAVITYFALLS, Marvel (i know basically nothing about it but i love the fanfics) X-men (same thing as marvel) The owl house, Bob’s burgers, over the garden wall, steven universe, adventure time, smiling friends!! Big Top Burger, Good omens, the good place, the amazing digital circus, five nights at freddys and batman/dc stuff (same thing as marvel and x-men) the spiderverse movies, ouran highschool hostclub, dungeon meshi/delicious in dungeon, MY HERO ACADEMIA, assassination classroom, the disastrous life of saiki k, mob psycho, Dandadan i am aware of hazbin’s hotel’s existence

if its pink i adore it and its my entire personality, if its blue i know about it and probably watched it, if its green i only know fandom stuff/things in fics

Favorite characters:

My hero Academia: Shinso, Deku, Nezu,

Marvel/X-men idk: Spiderman (Specifically Tom Holland’s spiderman and Andrew Garfield’s Spiderman), Loki, Dr Strange, Deadpool, Wolverine

Gravityfalls: Waddles, Mabel and Dipper, that one guy that says ‘get em!! get em!!’ Bill Cipher, The Axolotal

Other: The Cheshire Cat, Garfield

Kins: Mabel and dipper, Vee from the owl house, Tina from bob’s burger, Papyrus and sans, Mob from mob psycho, Kinger from TADC, Spinel from Steven universe, Izuku midoriya, bmo from adventure time, UHH A BUNCH OF OTHERS

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Music Tastes, oh gosh this is going to be hard: Stereolab, Adrianne Lenker, Kimya dawson, I.C.P, Lemon demon, Strawberry Switchblade, Rob Zombie, Will Wood

Honorable Mentions: Toby Fox, S3RL, Alex G, Gorillaz, Ayesha Erotica, Boa, Liana Flores, Lady Gaga, Fiona Apple, Scary Bitches

Genres: Old 80s Rock, 2000s, Scene, Goth vampires music, Old 3ds game music (specifically animal crossing new leaf) theres probably alot more i can’t think of atm

Current Favorite Song: Dead Girl Superstar by rob zombie

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Games: Obscure 3ds and xbox games, animal crossing new leaf AND I GUESS new horizons, Tomodachi life #TomodachiLifeForSwitch, Miitopia, Pikmin, Wobble Dogs, Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Slime Rancher, Ooblets, Bugsnax, Spiritfarer, Terraria, Cult of the lamb, Cattails, Omori, Viva Piñata

If its Pink i’ve been playing it for all my life or i just really adore that game, If its blue i’ve played it briefly/And or completed it, if its green ive played it once or only know fandom stuff about it

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Other interests

Bugs, Aliens, Expensive Etsy Keychains/Stickers, Art, Louis Wein Cats, Fashion, Cats in general, Colorful stuff, Rainbows, Sparkles

Aesthetics/Fashion: Scene, Kidcore/Clowncore, Twee

Reality Shifting Stuff:

My drs currently are: Mha dr thats also mixed with marvel, dc, x-men and a bunch of other stuff, and an alternate version of that dr where im a vigilante :D,

My drs also have soulmate elements and a bunch of other stuff

I definitely will make an introduction post for each dr!

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DNI:

Basic Dni, Proshippers of any kind, Race Changers, Anti-Shifters, Mabel, Bakugo, and Ochako haters, people who don’t support Palestine, Terfs, Homophobic and transphobic people, AI ART DEFENDERS/USERS

INTERACT:

Reality Shifters, People who like my interests / Music tastes, Non-Shifters who don’t care and are respectful, Gay people,

MOOT ME UP RN:

Mha Shifters, Gravityfall shifters, Furrys, Therians, Kemonomimi people, People who believe in manifestation, Witchs, Pagens, Spiritual People, People who practice Hellenism, Neurodivergent people, Artists, Boring People, Weird/Nerdy/Cringe People, People who want to be teachers in the future/want to work with children/teens, cat lovers, FANFIC READERS🔥🔥

This is a safe space for systems!!

i don’t know much about DID besides the basics, but i do have some friends/moots who have it!

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Tags:

some will be added in the future!

Links:

some will be added in the future!

ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ ty for reading!!

[oopsalldadsderby]

The contestants have been finalized! Here's the bracket lineup!

So how this is going to work is, there's going to be 8 polls a day, starting tomorrow, until we hit semifinals. That means we'll do group A, B, C, D, then side AB, then side CD, then all the quarterfinals together. I'll update the images whenever we hit a new round.

Plain text Round 1 matchups under the cut:

(As a reminder, groups are formatted as [Dad name] & [Kid name]. So if there's multiple of either dads or kids, they'll use the word 'and.' Think of the ampersand like a separator.)

Group A

Bruno & Team Bucciarati (JJBA:GW) vs. Kanan & Ezra (SW Rebels)

Tony Stark & Peter Parker (MCU) vs. Lin & Asami, Mako, Bolin, Korra (LoK)

Balsa Yonsa & Chagun (MGotS) vs. Thancred & Ryne (FFXIV)

Aizawa & class 1A (MHA) vs. C!Philza & crew (DSMP)

Sojiro Sakura & the Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) vs. Tommy "Big Man" & Gus (Sweet Tooth)

Finn & Leif (FE) vs. Sandor & Arya (GoT)

Axel/Lea & Roxas and Xion + King Mickey and Riku (KH) vs. Artemy & Sticky and Murky (Pathologic)

Joel & Ellie (TLoU) vs. Darkwing Duck & Gosalyn Mallard (Darkwing Duck)

Group B

Pyrrha & Nona (TLT) vs. Kelsier and Vin (Mistborn)

Fukuzawa & Ranpo (BSD) vs. Miss Honey & Matilda (Matilda)

Jack Wynand & the Little Sisters (Bioshock) vs. Scar & Mei Chang (FMA)

Eda Clawthorne & King and Luz (TOH) vs. John Silver & Jim Hawkins (Treasure Planet)

Logan & Kitty and Jubilee (Wolverine) vs. Geralt & Ciri (Witcher)

Donquixote "Rosinante" Corazon & Law (OP) vs. Rouxls Kaard & Lancer (Deltarune)

Sully & Boo (Monsters Inc) vs. Simon & Marceline (AT)

Din & Grogu (The Mandalorian) vs. Bobby Singer & Sam and Dean (SPN)

Group C

Welt Yang & March 7th and the Trailblazer (Honkai Star Rail) vs. Jim Hopper & Eleven (Stranger Things)

Ingo & Irida and protagonist (PLA) vs. Gregor Samsa & Emil Sinclair (Limbus Company)

Nanami Kento & Itadori Yuuji (JJK) vs. Meta Knight & Kirby (Kirby)

Phoenix Wright & Trucy (AA) vs. Shirou & Michuri (BNA)

Yuugo and Lucas & 50 kids (The Promised Neverland) vs. Stan Pines & Dipper and Mabel (GF)

Date & Mizuki (AI:TSF) vs. Peabody & Sherman

Cabalena and Jowd & Lynne (Ghost Trick) vs. Pigsy and Tang & MK (LMK)

Kiryu & Haruka (+others) (Yakuza) vs. Tenmyouji & Quark (Zero Escape)

Group D

Silco & Jinx (Arcane) vs. Guts & Schierke (Berserk)

RGB & Hero (TPoH) vs. Father Garcia & John (FAITH)

Sam and Max & The Geek (Sam and Max) vs. Tom Wachowski & Sonic (Sonic movie)

Rei and Kazuki & Mira (BD) vs. Daud & Billie Lurk (Dishonored)

Chongi-re, Numeri and Butler (TRPC) vs. Jacob Holland & Maisie (The Sea Beast)

Reigen & Mob (MP100) vs. Maedros and Maglor & Elrond and Elros (Silmarillion)

Jean Valjean & Cosette (Les Miserables) vs. Loid & Anya (Spy x Family)

Batman & Robins (Batman) vs. Kurogane & Syaoran (Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle)