#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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[mintyys-blog]

TAINTED— gangster! peter parker x stark! reader

WARNINGS: violence, corruption, intimidation, SMUT.

Y/N Stark had always been her father’s pride.

Tony made sure the world knew it. From the moment she stepped into the modeling industry, his support had been unwavering. It wasn’t just about his influence or the doors his name opened. It was about his genuine pride—about the way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about her, about the framed photos in his office, the ones he pointed out to guests.

“She’s taking the world by storm,” he’d say with a grin, no trace of arrogance, just the pride of a father watching his daughter shine. “My little girl. A star.”

Tony wasn’t the type to keep his feelings hidden. He wore his love for her like a badge of honor, showing it off in the way he spoke about her accomplishments, the way his chest puffed out when people mentioned her name. He didn’t care if it was business or personal; Y/N was always at the forefront of his mind.

When Tony couldn’t make her shows, Pepper was always there. Front row, poised and proud, Morgan sitting wide-eyed beside her. Y/N loved those moments—when the lights dimmed, and she caught sight of her family in the crowd. Pepper always gave her an encouraging smile, Morgan clapping too early, excitement bubbling over like a shaken soda bottle.

Tony would send flowers afterward. You were the most beautiful thing in the room, the card would read.

And Y/N would melt. Because as much as she loved her career, she loved knowing her father was proud of her even more. There was a sense of comfort in that pride, a safety she never wanted to lose. The love from her father felt like a solid foundation beneath her, keeping her grounded while she soared.

Morgan often told her, “You’re lucky, you know.”

She’d laugh softly, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “I know.”

Her little sister adored her, idolized her. Morgan would often sit in front of the TV, pretending to model just like Y/N, walking the invisible runway in the living room. It made Y/N smile every time. Sometimes, Morgan would even grab her phone, taking pictures of Y/N like she was the star of her own photo shoot, squealing in delight over the results.

And Y/N loved it. She loved being the role model her little sister needed, someone who pushed through the hard days to achieve her dreams. She was everything Morgan wanted to be.

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But that sense of security, that world where everything was as it should be, began to crack when Peter Parker entered her life.

He wasn’t like the men who hovered around her father—polished, professional, stiff. Peter was different. He was rough around the edges. Too much so, Tony would say. His dark, intense eyes followed her whenever he thought she wasn’t looking, and Y/N found herself noticing.

It was subtle at first, a lingering glance or a casual comment here and there. But Y/N felt it. Something between them sparked, just under the surface. Something Tony would never approve of.

And Tony knew it.

⸻

“Y/N, stay away from him,” Tony said one evening, his voice firm as he leaned back in his chair, the remnants of dinner still on the table.

Her stomach twisted. “Who, Peter?”

“Yeah, Peter,” Tony muttered, his fingers tapping impatiently against his glass. “He’s trouble, Y/N.”

“Why? Because he’s not exactly what you had in mind?”

Tony’s eyes narrowed. “No. Because he’s dangerous.”

That was it. No more. No explanation. No reason why. Just a warning, one Y/N couldn’t shake. It felt wrong. It felt like something was being hidden from her, a secret that only her father knew, something too complicated for her to understand.

But she didn’t care. She didn’t listen.

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She started to see Peter more—by accident, of course. But there were no accidents when it came to him. Every time she walked past the garage or the garden, he’d be there, casually leaning against a wall, waiting for something—or someone.

Her heart would race every time, a mix of curiosity and something else. Something deeper.

He never said much at first, but his eyes—those damn eyes—they said it all. There was something in the way he looked at her, something that made her wonder if maybe, just maybe, he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

So, she’d linger. She’d smile, and Peter would always notice.

He was hard to read, a little distant at times, but he was always there. And that made her want to get closer.

Tony never stopped warning her. And Y/N never stopped ignoring him.

It had been weeks since Tony’s warning about Peter, and yet Y/N still found herself drawn to him. It wasn’t something she could explain—there was a pull she couldn’t resist. Every time she saw him, she had the urge to get closer, to break down whatever walls he’d carefully built around himself.

Her father’s warnings echoed in her mind, but the more Tony tried to push her away from Peter, the more determined Y/N became to get closer. It wasn’t just rebellion—it was something deeper, something visceral. She wanted to see beyond the surface. She wanted to know him.

One evening, after a long day of photo shoots and interviews, Y/N walked out onto the balcony of the mansion, hoping for some peace and quiet to unwind. Her heels clicked softly against the marble floors as she stepped outside, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. She sighed, letting the night air soothe her after a long day of flashing lights and eager photographers.

But then she saw him.

Peter was standing near the edge of the property, his silhouette framed by the dim glow of the garden lights. He wasn’t supposed to be here—her father had made sure to keep him out of sight, but somehow, he was always lurking in the background. Always present, even when Y/N thought she could escape.

“Peter,” she called out, her voice carrying across the quiet space.

He looked up, surprised, his expression unreadable. “Y/N.”

A flicker of something passed between them, and Y/N felt her pulse quicken. It was that same magnetic energy—something unspoken, something undeniable.

“What are you doing out here?” she asked, stepping toward him.

He shrugged, a small, almost amused smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “Same as you. Trying to get some air.”

She stopped just a few steps away, but the space between them felt smaller than it should have been. The tension between them was thick, charged, like something was waiting to explode. Y/N could feel it in the way her heart raced, in the way her breath hitched when she looked at him.

“Your father doesn’t want us talking,” Peter said after a moment, his voice quieter now.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed, a smirk tugging at her lips. “My father doesn’t control me.”

Peter’s gaze softened, but there was a wariness in it—like he was torn between wanting to walk away and something else pulling him in. “He’s right, though. I’m not the kind of guy you should be around.”

“I can make my own decisions,” she replied sharply, her voice confident. “You’re not what he thinks.”

Peter looked away, a flicker of something crossing his face. “Maybe I am.”

Her heart sank at his words. He wasn’t wrong—she could see the darkness in him, the danger that clung to him like a second skin. But that only made her more curious.

“I don’t care,” she said, her voice quieter now, her eyes locked onto his. “You don’t know what my life is like, Peter. What people expect of me.”

“I know exactly what that’s like,” he said, his voice low, his eyes intense.

For a moment, Y/N swore she could see the pain behind his words, something raw and unguarded. It made her stomach twist, made her feel like she was seeing him for the first time.

Before she could say anything else, Peter took a step toward her, closing the gap between them. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch gentle, almost tentative.

“You don’t have to be this way, Y/N,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight everything.”

She blinked, her breath hitching in her throat at the intensity of his gaze. There was something in his eyes that made her heart beat faster, something that called to her in a way she couldn’t ignore.

“I’m not fighting,” she whispered back, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m choosing.”

She didn’t even know what she meant by it. The words just spilled out. But in that moment, Peter seemed to understand.

His face was inches from hers now, his breath warm against her skin. For a second, neither of them moved. The world felt like it had paused, as if they were the only two people in it.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into,” Peter said softly, his lips brushing against her cheek as he pulled back slightly, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of hesitation.

Y/N didn’t respond. Instead, she closed the distance, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was slow at first, tentative, like they were both testing the waters. But as the kiss deepened, the tension in her body melted away, replaced with a heat that spread through her like wildfire.

Peter’s hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer as the kiss became more urgent. She responded in kind, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her body against his. The danger of it—the thrill of it—was what made her heart race even faster.

And then, just as quickly, the moment was shattered.

“Y/N!”

The harsh voice echoed through the quiet night, and both of them broke apart immediately. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she saw her father standing in the doorway, his face a mixture of shock and fury.

Tony’s eyes burned with anger as he stared at Peter, then shifted to Y/N. “What the hell are you doing?”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to collect herself, pulling away from Peter and stepping back.

“We—uh—” Peter stammered, his usual confidence gone, replaced with tension.

“Y/N, inside. Now,” Tony demanded, his voice cold.

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but one look from her father silenced her. She glanced at Peter, who was standing motionless, his expression a mix of regret and something darker.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Peter didn’t respond. Instead, he took a step back, disappearing into the shadows of the garden without another word.

Y/N stood frozen for a moment, staring at the spot where he had been, her heart still racing.

Her father’s voice cut through the silence again. “Inside. Now, Y/N.”

Reluctantly, Y/N turned and walked back into the house, her father following close behind.

Tony’s anger was palpable as they entered the house. “What the hell were you thinking?!”

Y/N flinched at the sharpness in his voice, but she stood her ground. “I’m not a child, Dad. I can make my own decisions.”

“Not when it comes to him, you can’t,” Tony snapped. “You have no idea who he really is.”

“I know more than you think,” she shot back, the words leaving her before she could stop them.

Tony paused, his eyes narrowing, as if seeing her in a new light. But he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair.

“Just… stay away from him, Y/N. For your own sake,” he said quietly.

Y/N swallowed hard, her heart still pounding in her chest. But deep down, she knew she couldn’t stay away from Peter. Not now. Not ever.

Y/N couldn’t get Peter out of her mind. She tried to push the memory of his lips, of his touch, from her thoughts, but it was impossible. The kiss lingered, hot and reckless, a fire that hadn’t been put out. Every time she saw her father after that night, her heart twisted with guilt, but she couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to him—his darkness, his danger, the very things Tony warned her about.

She told herself she was just being rebellious. That it was a phase. But the more she told herself that, the more she realized it wasn’t true. This wasn’t a phase. This wasn’t just some childish rebellion against her father’s rules. No, Peter Parker was something more. Something dangerous. Something she wanted.

It was late one evening when she was in her room, the quiet hum of the city below barely reaching her ears. The soft glow of the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a serene light over the room. Y/N sat on the edge of her bed, scrolling through her phone mindlessly, her thoughts drifting back to Peter. The way he had kissed her, the way his lips had tasted of something forbidden.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Morgan, telling her about some new project she had at school, but Y/N barely registered it. She was lost in the thoughts of Peter, and the overwhelming urge to see him again was consuming her.

That’s when she heard it.

A soft noise from the window. A slight scraping sound. Her heart skipped a beat, and before she could move, the window slid open, the familiar face of Peter Parker appearing in the dim light.

“Peter?” she breathed, her voice a mixture of surprise and something deeper, more yearning.

His face was bruised, his lip split and swollen, a cut near his cheek, and dark circles under his eyes. His clothes were torn, his body looking like he’d just come from a fight. He wasn’t supposed to be here—not after what happened with Tony—but there he was, standing in her room like a shadow in the night.

“Pete… what happened?” Y/N gasped, rushing toward him, her heart pounding in her chest.

He winced, a small chuckle escaping his lips. “Your dad wanted to send a message. Told me to stay away from his little princess,” he muttered, a bitter edge to his voice. He stepped closer to her, and the familiar heat between them flared to life again. “Guess he thinks I’m a bad influence on you.”

Y/N reached out instinctively, her hands trembling slightly as she cupped his bruised face, her thumb brushing over the cut near his lip. She was horrified by the sight of him, but there was something else—something that made her want to get closer. He was hurt, but even in his battered state, there was a fire in his eyes, an intensity that made her pulse race.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice soft, as though the words could somehow make things better.

Peter’s lips curled into a smirk, but it was a sad, knowing smirk, like he was beyond the point of caring. He reached up, grabbing her wrist, pulling her hands away from his face. “Don’t,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t apologize for me. Your dad’s not the one who needs to be sorry.”

Before she could respond, Peter moved faster than she could process, his hands sliding around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest. The sudden closeness made her breath catch, but before she could do anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips to her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

“You don’t have to be sorry for me,” he repeated, his voice thick with desire, as he kissed her neck. “But your father…” He trailed his lips down her throat, sending a spark of heat racing through her. “He thinks I’ll taint you.”

Y/N’s breath caught, her eyes closing at the sensation of his lips moving against her skin, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. Every word he said, every touch, sent a wave of conflicting emotions rushing through her—fear, excitement, and something darker.

Peter’s teeth lightly brushed against her throat, the sensation electrifying. “And he’s right,” he whispered against her skin, his voice husky. “I’ll taint you. I’ll ruin you. But you don’t care, do you?”

Y/N’s heart pounded in her chest as she tilted her head back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She should’ve stopped this. She should’ve told him to leave, to get away, to stay away from her father’s rules. But the words wouldn’t come. She was caught, trapped in this magnetic pull between them. She was already in too deep.

“Peter…” Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with the weight of her emotions. “You… you can’t do this.” But even as the words left her mouth, her hands moved against his chest, her fingers gripping him, pulling him closer. The part of her that still fought to do what was right was fading with each passing second. She wanted him. Wanted all of him. And for the first time in her life, she didn’t care about the consequences.

He paused, pulling away just enough to look her in the eyes. His gaze was burning with something primal, something dangerous, and Y/N knew, without a doubt, that she was in too deep to turn back. His hands moved down to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly, his lips crashing against hers in a kiss that was urgent, desperate. She responded without hesitation, her body reacting to his touch like a fire that couldn’t be put out.

His hands gripped her tightly, and Y/N instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, her body pressed against his as he carried her toward the bed. Her heart was racing, a mixture of fear and desire swirling in her chest, but she couldn’t bring herself to stop. There was no stopping now. She was already lost.

As Peter laid her down gently, his body covering hers, his lips never leaving hers, Y/N could feel the weight of everything they were doing, everything they were becoming. There was no going back. And somehow, in that moment, she didn’t want to.

She wanted this. All of it.

Peter pulled back slightly, his face inches from hers, and his eyes softened, filled with an emotion she couldn’t place. “You don’t know what you’re getting into, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice low. “You don’t know how far I’ll take you down with me.”

But Y/N didn’t care. She only cared about the feeling of his lips, his hands, his body. She wanted all of him. No matter the cost.

“I don’t care,” she whispered back, the words barely escaping her lips. She tilted her head up to kiss him again, her hands sliding into his hair, pulling him closer. “Take me wherever you want.”

And with that, everything else disappeared. The rules. The warnings. The danger.

It was just Peter. And her. In the dark. And there was no going back.

As Tony Stark's daughter, you were off-limits, but that only seemed to fuel the flames of attraction. You could see the hunger in Peter's gaze, the way he wanted to devour you whole.

"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Peter growled, his voice low and husky as he pushed you against the wall. "Your dad would kill me if he found out."

You smiled, a thrill running through you at the danger. "I don't care," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. "I want you, Peter."

With a snarl, Peter's lips crashed down on yours, his tongue invading your mouth as he claimed you. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he lifted you up, his hands digging into your thighs as he slammed you against the wall.

"You're a bad girl, aren't you?" Peter panted, his eyes blazing with desire. "You like playing with fire, don't you?"

You nodded, your cheeks flushing with excitement. "Yes, I do," you whispered, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Peter's hands tightened around your wrists, his grip like a vice. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be screaming my name," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "And you're going to take it, aren't you?"

You nodded again, your body thrumming with submission. "Yes, Peter. I'll take it all."

With a roar, Peter slammed into you, his cock pounding into your pussy. You felt a wave of pain wash over you, but it was quickly replaced by a tidal wave of pleasure. You screamed, your voice echoing off the walls as Peter fucked you with abandon. You moaned his name, tightening around him.

"Dirty girl," Peter panted, his lips brushing against your ear. "You love being fucked like this, don't you? You love being my little slut."

You nodded, your body trembling with pleasure. "Yes, Peter. I love it."

Peter's grip on your wrists tightened, his fingers digging into your skin. "Say it," he growled, his voice commanding. "Say you're my slut."

"I'm your slut, Peter," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of your own ragged breathing.

Peter's eyes flashed with triumph, his lips curling into a snarl. "That's right," he panted, his cock pounding into you with renewed ferocity. "You're my slut, and I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."

You screamed, your body shattering into a thousand pieces as Peter fucked you into oblivion. You were his, completely and utterly, and you knew you'd never be the same again.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Peter's grip on your wrists relaxed, his fingers gently stroking your skin. "My little slut," he whispered, his voice full of affection. "You're mine, now and forever."

You smiled, your heart soaring with love and submission. "I'm yours, Peter," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Forever and always."

Peter's eyes locked onto yours, his gaze burning with intensity. "I'm going to own you, body and soul," he growled, his voice low and husky. "You're going to be my little plaything, my toy to use and abuse as I see fit."

You shivered, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, Peter," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "I want to be your toy."

Peter's lips curled into a snarl, his eyes flashing with excitement. "Good girl," he panted, his voice dripping with approval. "You're going to make me so happy."

With a roar, Peter lifted you up, his hands digging into your thighs, his cock pounding into you with renewed ferocity. You screamed, your body shattering into a thousand pieces as Peter fucked you into oblivion.

As the night wore on, Peter's dominance only grew, his grip on your wrists and ankles tightening as he fucked you with abandon. You were his, completely and utterly, and you knew you'd never be the same again.

Finally, as the first light of dawn crept into the room, Peter's body relaxed, his cock slipping out of your pussy as he collapsed onto the bed beside you. You lay there, your body trembling with exhaustion, your heart soaring with love and submission.

"My perfect girl," Peter whispered, his voice full of affection as he wrapped his arms around you. "You're mine, now and forever."

You smiled, your heart full of love and devotion. "I'm yours, Peter," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "Forever and always."

As you drifted off to sleep, you knew that you'd never be the same again, that Peter Parker had claimed you as his own, and that you'd never be free from his grasp. And you knew that you'd never want to be, that you'd always be his, body and soul.

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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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Got Your Six | Tom Holland | pt 10

series masterlist found here

general masterlist found here

pairing - mob!Tom x reader word count - 4,229 warnings - swearing, guns, masturbation (f), spanking, m/f sex, dom!Tom

summary - Tom doesn’t let the creep who made (Y/N) uncomfortable get away with it, and (Y/N) finds Tom in his element irresistible.

(previous) (next)

Most of the day was spent watching movies and doing nothing. It wasn’t until after dinner that things started to change. Tom called for another meeting at 7:00, so one by one, people arrived and made their way downstairs. I retreated to my room as soon as people started to come because I didn’t want to run into that creepy guy again.

When there was a knock at my door, I called to let the person in. It was Tom. “Hey, petal,” he said.

“Don’t you have that meeting?” I asked, looking away from the TV.

“I was hoping you would come join me,” he said. I furrowed my eyebrows and felt my heart start to race a bit more.

“To your meeting?” I clarified. He nodded. “Uh, do I, do I have to?”

“No,” Tom said. “But I think it’d be good for you if you were at this one.” I decided to oblige, knowing Tom would never put me in a situation I wasn’t safe in. We both walked downstairs, and I found April there as well. Harrison had pulled up a chair for her, and she was sitting next to him. Tom sat at the head of the table and pulled me down to sit on his lap. I did, blushing a bit as I looked at everyone. They were all staring at me, and I caught eyes with the guy who made me feel uncomfortable. I looked away just as fast.

Tom stuck his hand out to Harrison who handed him a gun. I swallowed thickly and watched as he held it in his hand. “James,” Tom said. All eyes moved to the creepy guy, and I tensed up.

“Yes, sir,” the guy -James- said, staring straight at Tom.

“Do you know who this is?” he asked, motioning to me.

“No, sir, I do not,” he said.

“Have you ever seen her before?” Tom continued.

“Yes, sir.”

“And you didn’t know who she was when you saw her?”

“No, sir.”

Tom nodded slowly and set the gun on the table. “This, gentlemen, is my girlfriend, (Y/N),” he said, squeezing my thigh. I gave everyone a tight-lipped smile. “Now, James,” he continued, “we have twelve commandments, don’t we?”

“Yes, sir,” James said.

“Tell me, what’s the tenth commandment?”

James swallowed and clenched his jaw. He didn’t look afraid, but he did look annoyed. “Wives and girlfriends must be treated with respect,” he mumbled.

“That’s right,” Tom said. He picked up his gun and tapped it against his chin. “(Y/N) told me the things you said to her. The way you touched her.” His grip on the gun tightened. He was getting angry at the memory of what I told him, I could tell. “It didn’t sound very respectful.”

“Listen, boss, I didn’t mean-”

“Listen?” Tom repeated, his voice raising. “You’re telling me to listen?”

“I’m sorry, sir,” James said. He still seemed angry, but there was a twinkle of fear in his eyes now. Tom let out a dry laugh and raised the gun, pointing it at James.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, raising a shaking hand to cover my mouth.

“You owe my girl an apology,” Tom said. “Apologize to her.”

Without missing a beat, James said, “I’m sorry, (Y/N).” His eyes never left Tom’s.

“It’s okay,” I said as soon as the words left his lips.

“Look her in the eye when you apologize to her,” Tom said, waving his gun in a motion implying he wanted James to look at me. James didn’t move. I assumed he thought it was a trap. “Go on. Look at her. It’s alright.” James clenched his jaw again and actually looked at me.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he said again.

“It’s okay,” I said for the second time.

“Good,” Tom said, a sarcastic smile on his face. “Now, (Y/N) is being a lot more forgiving than I am. But kindness is in her nature. She hasn’t been in this business like I have. She doesn’t know what I know about disrespectful motherfuckers.” Tom cocked the gun and let his finger rest on the trigger. “You want to know what I know about disrespectful motherfuckers, (Y/N)?”

“Tom-” I said, my voice shaking.

“Disrespectful motherfuckers don’t change their ways,” he said. “They can say they’re sorry over and over again, but they’ll never mean it. He can look you right in the eye and say he’s sorry, but tomorrow he’ll do it all over again.” Tom licked his lips and shook his head. “So I should make sure he can’t do that, right? Maybe he’ll be the example for what happens when you disrespect my girl.”

“Tom-” I said again.

“It’s okay, darling,” he said, not taking his eyes off James. “We need to teach him a lesson.”

“Please, please don’t,” I begged. It was so silent in the room, you could’ve heard a pin drop. The cliche was absolutely true right then, I was sure of it. I could feel everyone staring at me, and I knew I had taken a risk going against Tom. I just knew I would never be able to live with myself if Tom killed this guy because of me. “It’s okay. I’m not hurt or anything. Please, please don’t-” Tom’s jaw clenched, and I gently laid my hand on his bicep. He lowered his arm a fraction, and I rested my forehead on his shoulder. “Please.”

There were a few more beats of silence in the room. It didn’t feel like anyone was breathing until, finally, Tom put the safety back on the gun. Everyone let out a collective sigh of relief. James’ expression hardly changed, but I saw the fear flash across his eyes one more time. “You’re lucky,” he said to James, laying the gun back on the table. “Now get the hell out before I change my mind, and never come back.” James stood up from his chair. Before he left the room, Tom said to him, “If I ever see you on the street, you better turn in the other direction. Do you understand me?” James didn’t even turn to face Tom. He stared at the door ahead of him, nodded, and left.

Again, there was silence across the room. Tom put his hand on my thigh and rubbed my skin with his thumb. He looked at the others in the room and grabbed his gun again. He held it casually in his hand, but there was an air of dominance around him that made everyone tense again. “(Y/N) is part of this family now,” he said. “If you disrespect her, you answer to me. That goes for April too. If any of you so much as make one of them feel uncomfortable, Harrison and I will blow your brains out. Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” the group said collectively.

One by one, everyone left the basement. I stayed sitting on Tom’s lap, and I was very aware of his hand sitting innocently on my thigh. I knew he meant nothing by it, but seeing Tom so dominant and commanding made me squirm. In a good way. In a really, really good way. Even though he almost murdered someone, I was so attracted to him.

Did that make me weird? Or twisted? I didn’t know if I really cared.

Everyone was chatting with each other, but I was distracted. I nuzzled my face in Tom’s neck and started kissing him softly. He squeezed my thigh and hummed. “What’re you doing, love?” he muttered. I nibbled his earlobe.

“You’re kind of turning me on,” I whispered.

“Oh?” he said, a smirk growing on his lips. “And what are you gonna do about that?”

At that point, Harrison, April, Harry, and Sam were the only ones still in the room. They were all talking to each other, not even sparing us a glance, so I had Tom’s full, undivided attention. I adjusted myself on his lap, making sure to rub slowly against his member before sliding my hand past his sweatpants. I grasped his cock and pumped it a few times. “Fucking hell,” Tom muttered. My lips were still pressed to his neck, and I started smiling. “This is a dangerous game you’re playing.”

“But I’m so good at it,” I said, my breath tickling his skin. “Aren’t I, sir?”

Tom stood up, pushing me off of him so I was also standing. Everyone turned to look at us, and Tom cleared his throat. I thought Tom would offer them some sort of half assed explanation, but he didn’t. Instead, he just grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I turned and gave April a smirk before we were out of sight.

When we got into Tom’s room, he slammed the door and pushed me up against it. He kissed me and pinned my wrists to the wall. I fought against him, wanting nothing more than to run my fingers through his curls, but he didn’t allow it. He finally pulled away and brought me over to his bed, pushing me onto it. I fell onto it with a bounce and smiled up at him. Tom crossed his arms across his chest and held his chin in his hand. “C’mon, Tom,” I whined. He tutted and shook his head.

“You said I was turning you on?” he asked. I nodded. “You like when I order people around?” I slight whimper left my throat as I nodded again. “Alright,” he said. “Then scoot back.” I swallowed and did so, resting against the headboard and setting my phone -which had been in the waistband of my leggings- on the nightstand. Tom crawled onto the bed beside me, and I reached out to touch him but he shook his head no again. “Take these off,” he said, tugging at my pant leg. I did as he said with no hesitation and tugged my leggings off my body. I tucked my fingers in the waistband of my panties and looked at Tom, silently asking if he wanted me to take those off, too. He gave a nod, so I did. Tom placed his hand on my shin and rubbed it gently. “Slip your hand between your legs for me, petal,” he cooed. “Show me how you make yourself feel good.”

I bit my lip and nodded, running my hand down my stomach. I spread my legs a little wider and rubbed my fingers up and down my slit, wetting my fingers and moving them towards my clit. I hummed contently and tilted my head back. “Look at me,” Tom said, squeezing my shin. I sighed and forced myself to do so, fighting against my eyelids that wanted to shut so badly. I slid two fingers into me, pumping slowly and trying to reach that spot inside me that I knew I never could.

“Tom,” I sighed.

“You wanna come?” he asked. I nodded, and he rubbed his hand further up my leg. I almost stopped my actions, but he slid his hand back down my leg away from where I wanted him most. I moved my fingers faster before I pulled them out and started rubbing my clit again. Just as I felt my toes start to curl, Tom grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away. “I can’t wait any longer,” he said. “And I think you need a spank.”

“W-What?” I stuttered, coming down from my blissful stage. “Why?”

“Don’t think I forgot all the teasing you did,” he said. “Grabbing my cock when Harrison, April, and my brothers were in the room. My naughty girl. You deserve a spank for that.” Tom pulled me over to him and made me lay on his lap. He lifted my shirt a bit so my entire ass was on display for him. “I’m gonna give you a safe word, okay?” he said. I nodded. “If you say red, we stop, okay? I’ll stop with no questions.” I nodded again, and Tom gave my ass a little swat. “Say it,” he said gently. “I need to hear you say it out loud.”

“Okay,” I whispered. “I understand.”

“Good girl,” he cooed. I pressed my cheek into the mattress as Tom squeezed my ass and spanked me once. I let out a hum but didn’t say anything. “Count, baby,” he said. “We’ll only do five.”

“One,” I said.

Spank!

“Two.”

We kept going until Tom spanked me five times. By the time he was done, he rubbed soft circles on my ass to sooth the pain. I had never been spanked before, but Jesus Christ I hoped that wasn’t the last time it happened.

Tom told me to move him off my lap but stay face down on the bed. I did, breathing heavily in anticipation. I heard him fumble in his bedside drawers, presumably getting a condom. Before I knew it, I felt the tip of his cock pressed against me. I hummed and lifted my hips towards him, but he pressed his hand into my back and stopped me. “You’ll do as I say,” he said sternly.

“Yes, sir,” I muttered.

“And if you make a sound, I’ll stop,” he said. I nodded, and Tom slammed into me. I had to bite my lip to stop a moan from coming out of my mouth. I clenched my fists and dug my teeth into my lower lip. Tom chuckled and pressed his lips to the back of my neck, keeping up a relentless pace. He brought one hand around my waist and started rubbing my clit. I inhaled sharply through my nose and used all self-restraint to stay silent. “You’re doing so good, darling,” Tom cooed, biting my earlobe softly. “I’m gonna let you come now. You want that, don’t you?” I nodded vigorously, and Tom let out a low moan. “I’m gonna come too, petal. You gonna come with me?” I nodded again, so Tom kept pounding into me until he whispered, come, in my ear. I felt him spill into the condom as I clenched and came around him. I fell onto the bed, and Tom laid on top of me, petting my hair softly. “Good girl,” he whispered. I hummed and nodded, closing my eyes and breathing slowly. Tom pulled out of me, then tied the condom and tossed it in the trash beside his bed.

Tom laid on his stomach to my right, pressing his face into the pillow. I rested my chin on his upper back and pressed a kiss to his skin. When I pulled away, I noticed black ink scrawled across his right shoulder blade- something I had never noticed before. “Is that a tattoo?” I asked him, brushing my finger across the words.

“Hm?” Tom hummed, turning his head to look at me. “Yeah.”

“How’ve I not seen this before?” I asked.

“Dunno,” Tom mumbled. The words inked on his skin read seize it in messy black handwriting.

“Tell me about it?” I asked, tracing the curves of each letter. Tom was quiet for a minute or two, but I didn’t say anything to press it farther. I knew if he wanted to talk, he would.

“I got it when I moved the family here,” he said. His eyes were closed, and I wondered if he was tired or if he just didn’t want to look at me while he spoke. “It’s tradition in our family for the new boss to get a tattoo in the handwriting of his number two guy.”

“So is that Harrison’s handwriting?” I asked. Tom nodded. “What’s it mean?” Tom sighed and peaked an eye open at me. “Sorry,” I mumbled, moving my hand away from him.

“No,” Tom mumbled. “Keep doing that. I like it.” I smiled a bit and rolled my eyes at him but continued to trace the tattoo anyway. “I picked it cuz of something Al Capone said.”

“Oh?”

“He once said, This American system of ours gives each and every one of us a great opportunity if we seize it with both hands and make the most of it.” Tom shrugged as much as he could considering he was still laying face down on the bed. “I figured if I was going to move the family to the states, I should get something to commemorate it. I was the first one in the history of the family to even consider uprooting and leaving London. Thought I’d mark the history on my skin.” He sighed. “I was given this opportunity to take over the family, and I guess now I’ve got the constant reminder to seize it and make it count.”

Tom and I were both quiet, and I moved my fingers from the tattoo to his hair. He hummed contently as my nails scraped his scalp gently. “What did your dad’s tattoo say?” I asked.

It seemed like every muscle in Tom’s body tensed. I regretted asking the question as soon as it left my lips. I didn’t want him to lash out at me, and I wished I could suck the words right back up. “I’m sorry,” I said, shaking my head. “I shouldn’t have asked that. I know. I’m sorry.” Tom didn’t say anything, and I laid back down on my back. Tom sighed and turned around, mirroring my position.

“Family.”

I turned my head to look at him. He was staring up at the ceiling. Before I could say anything, he spoke again. “I was 16 when he made me his number two,” he said, “and I didn’t want it. I begged and begged him to pick someone else, but he was adamant on it being me. God-” He scoffed. “-I was so mad. I felt like, I felt like he was signing my death certificate.” I frowned and crawled on top of him, resting my chin on his chest. Tom opened his eyes and looked down at me, then gave me a soft smile. He stared up at the ceiling again. “Whenever he saw the tattoo, I wanted him to think of me, his son, and what making me his second would do to me. That he was killing his oldest son. His family.”

“Tom,” I whispered, begging for him to look at me. He did. “How did he die?” Tom licked his lips and stared up at the ceiling again.

“There was a rat in the family,” he said.

“A rat?”

“Mhm,” Tom hummed. “Undercover with the LPD. His name was Lewis. One day, Lewis told my dad that there was a deal with another family going down at a warehouse, so my dad went to stop it or, or interfere or whatever his plan was. Instead, Lewis was there and confessed everything. Dad was so mad. He was ready to kill the guy, no hesitation, but then LPD showed up. Dad drew his weapon anyway-” He scoffed again. “He didn’t stand a chance. He knew what he was doing. He made that choice. It was suicide by cop.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Tom looked down at me and gave me a sad smile.

“Harrison was there when I found out,” he continued, brushing his fingers through my hair. “I hate that day. I look back and, and I just get so mad.”

“Why?” I whispered.

“Because I didn’t even get to mourn,” Tom said. “All I did was cry like, like a child because I knew my fate was sealed. I was 18. I wasn’t ready to do-” He motioned vaguely around. “-all this. There wasn’t even a moment for me to think about my dad or to mourn with my brothers. It was initiation right away and a meeting an hour later. And then-” He shook his head. “-we moved on. I wanted out of London, away from everything that reminded me of either of my parents. So I brought us here.”

Tom and I were quiet. His fingers continued brushing through my hair, and I placed a soft kiss to his chest. He looked down at me and smiled sadly again. “And now, we’re here,” he said. “And I have you. And if all those things didn’t happen, I wouldn’t be laying next to the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met having just fucked her senseless.” I couldn’t help but giggle.

“How romantic,” I said. “Didn’t know you were such a believer in fate.”

“With my job, darling, you’ve gotta believe in something.”

I laughed and rolled over, reaching for my phone. I saw that April had texted me.

Our rent check didn’t go through. Landlord says it was paid for already?

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked over at Tom. His head was turned to me, and he was mirroring my confused expression. “What?” he asked.

“Did you pay my rent?” I asked him. 

Tom scratched the back of his head and sat up. “I know you were stressed out about it,” he said. “And, I guess, considering this is my fault, I felt like it was the least I could do.” He cleared his throat, and I felt my cheeks heat up. I moved to sit on top of him so my legs were straddling his waist. “I was also thinking that, maybe, it might just be a good idea for you -for both of you- to, you know, to just move in here.”

“I thought we already were,” I teased. Tom smirked and rolled his eyes at me, his usual confidence returning.

“I mean-” He put his hands on my waist. “-for good.”

“Yeah?” I said.

He laughed. “Yeah.”

I nodded. “I’d like that.”

“You would?” he said, his face lighting up. I had never seen him look like that. So … innocent? Pure? I put my hand on his cheek and rubbed my thumb across his cheekbone.

“I would,” I said. “Besides,” I added with a shrug, “that way I’ll always be watching your six.”

Tom laughed again. “Oh, thank god. I just worry so much about myself when you’re not around.”

“Ha ha,” I said sarcastically, putting my hand on his face and pushing him away from me. “You’re so annoying.”

Tom stood up from the bed and stretched, then reached for his boxers on the ground. He tugged them up his body and tossed me my underwear and t-shirt. I pulled them on, then got a bit more comfortable under the covers. Tom grabbed his phone and checked something, still standing up next to the bed. “What’re you doing?” I asked, yawning slightly. Tom looked up from his phone and smiled at me. He got on the bed and crawled over to me, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“How would you feel about going to a gala?” he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and let out a short laugh.

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

“A gala,” he said. “Do you want to go to a gala?”

“You’re making that up,” I said.

“I’m not!” Tom said.

“Why would we go to a gala?”

“Well,” he said, “we work with a really high end real estate company. We invest in a lot of their properties, and they keep their mouths shut about what we do there. They’re hosting a gala to commemorate the opening of one of their newest properties. Since we’re their primary investors, we’re invited.” Tom put his hands on my waist and pushed my shirt up a bit, letting his thumbs grace across my skin. “I’d love to see you in a pretty gown.” He kissed my neck, and I could feel him grinning. “One that shows everyone how beautiful you are.” He sucked the skin on my neck, and I let out a soft moan. “You’re so beautiful. Wanna show you off to everyone.”

“Tom,” I sighed, curling my fingers in his hair.

“Say you’ll go to the gala?” he muttered.

“Course I will,” I said back. “I don’t have anything to wear though. And I can’t afford to buy a dress.”

“I’ll buy you one,” Tom said. “Don’t worry. Something beautiful.” He paused to kiss my neck again. “Sexy.” Another kiss. “Fucking stunning. Just like you.”

I sighed contently and closed my eyes, stifling a yawn. “Sounds great, Tommy,” I said. Tom growled and nipped at my neck. “What?” I whined. “I’m tired.”

“Why’d you call me Tommy?” he asked.

“Because it’s cute,” I said. “Stop acting all tough. I know you secretly love it.” Tom humphed and kissed the spot he had previously bitten.

“I only love it because when you say it, it usually means I get to fuck you even harder,” he said.

“Untrue!” I laughed, pushing his head away from me slightly. “I know deep underneath all this tough mob stuff, you are secretly just a fluffy haired London boy who loves a good cuddle.”

“Mm, am I that transparent?” he asked. I giggled and cuddled up to Tom’s side. He wrapped his arms around me and placed a kiss to the top of my head. We were both quiet for a minute, and I could feel myself dosing off.

“Tom?” I whispered.

“Hm?” he hummed. He must’ve been tired too.

“I really like being with you,” I said. He let out a soft chuckle, and I felt him kiss the top of my head.

“I like being with you, too.”

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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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Liar: Part 7

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

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

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, guns, murder, general mafia stuff

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five | Part six

Part 7- 1733 words

Tom crept to the entrance of the warehouse with Harry close behind. Intel hadn't been able to tell them what to expect but he knew Montana usually worked with a crew of ten men. None of them would make it out alive. They'd agreed that in the car. A few feet away they could hear murmured voices from inside. With a silent signal Harry took up stance on the opposite side of the door. Hands firm on his gun Tom breathed deeply, pushing out all his fears on the exhale. You would be OK. He would keep you safe.

Meeting Harry's grim expression he nodded. Kicking the door in Harry rushed into the building. Tom followed, pausing only long enough to help take out the two men in the corner of the room. The internal door was closed but this time there was no hesitation. They'd already lost the element of surprise. Pushing through the door Tom narrowly ducked a fist. Using the momentum from his dodge he landed an uppercut that sent the man reeling. Harry shot him before he could recover.

Three down.

Shots suddenly rained down around them. Another man raced at Harry and Tom tackled him, rolling until he was using him as a shield. His body shuddered as bullets hit. Suddenly his whole weight was on Tom. Stray shots hit the light switch beside the door and the warehouse plunged into darkness. The top windows were all boarded up, and they were left with only the small sliver of light from under the door. Tom cursed under his breath. He'd barely got a look at the layout of the room.

As the body above him jerked from the blow of more bullets he worked out the trajectory of the attackers. One on the left, two on the right. He knew Harry wouldn't be far away. Just as he thought it a low whistle from the left wall sounded. The firing automatically moved to the new target and Tom pushed out from under his shield. He aimed left while circling right. The satisfying clatter of a dropped gun sounded, followed closely by a shriek as Harry managed to hit another one.

Sticking to the wall his eyes slowly started to adjust. He could see the outlines of the two men, one now on his knees. The second was skirting back, shots flailing around the room as he tried to find one of them. Noise covered by the rapid fire, Tom crept close enough to shoot him from behind.

Seven.

In the sudden silence he crouched low against the wall. His heart beat steadily despite the worry infiltrating his concentration. What if he didn't find you? What if he didn't get them all? With a sharp shake of his head he battled them back into the dark corner they'd crawled from. He was good at his job, he reminded himself, and right now his job was to find you. Scanning the room he found the other three has been spreading out, letting the others act as a distraction while they got into better positions. One covered the main door, the two others close by.

"Tom!" The urgency to Harry's voice had dread lacing into his adrenaline. He pinpointed him in the far corner. In the dim light he could see him shifting a body from a chair and laying them down on the ground. Tom was sprinting before he realised. The shots started up again, ricocheted around him as his heart stuttered in his chest. You were here. You were in reach. You weren't moving. He slid to a stop, dropping to his knees to cover your body protectively with his. Hands gripping your cheeks he barely breathed, a silent prayer chanting endlessly in his mind as he took in the sheen of sweat coating your skin.

Unable to hear your breathing he put his hand on your chest. A wet warm liquid spreading under his palm had him turn to ice. Shaking, he found his fingers coated with blood. His stomach dropped as he frantically tried to check your pulse. You were alive. You had to be. You were still warm. His fingers gripped your neck and after an agonising minute found the weak thrum of your heartbeat. He sagged for a second as he took a shuddered breath.

Harry had been returning gunfire and now paused to crouch behind the chair and reload. He signalled to a spot behind Tom and then saluted, determination radiating from him. A shout lodged in Tom’s throat as Harry suddenly turned and sprinted into the fray. This had been the plan he tried to remind himself as panic choked him. Harry could handle himself. Getting you out was the only thing that mattered.

Cradling you gently he checked over his shoulder to where Harry had indicated. Another door. Standing quickly he kicked it open, pausing only long enough to shove it closed behind him. The chaos of gunshots dampened into dull background noise as he moved through the small room and out another door at the back. He exited into what felt like a long hallway punctuated by green emergency lights. He followed them right, moving down the space as quickly as he dared in the dark. The exit came into view, the light above outlining the edge of the door, and relief flooded through him. Gathering you closer he picked up his pace.

A shot pierced the quiet hallway. Pain startled him as a bullet tore at his ear. He staggered, stumbling through the closest doorway. His grip tightened on you as he landed sharply on his shoulder with a hiss. Droplets of blood trickled down his jaw as rage filled him. Nothing was going to stop him getting you out of that door. Laying you in a safe spot he pulled out his gun.

Stepping into the hallway he fired a few rounds into the dark. A high pitched curse and a clatter followed. He kept his gun pointed towards the sound while he slipped out his phone and lit up the hallway with the torch.

Montana was kneeling on the ground, her injured right arm cradled against her chest, blood dripping onto her blouse. Her gun had fallen too far away for her to reach. She tried to shield her eyes as he stalked closer.

"We won't stop," she warned through gritted teeth, "you know we won't." Her words had his fury peaking. After everything he did for them, all the lines he'd had to cross, morals he'd had to skirt to protect them. A deadly calmness settled over him. They'd realise soon enough that you were the only thing that mattered to him now.

He raised the gun and shot her at point blank. There was no hesitation. No whisper of doubt as he'd taken in the split second of panic on her face. He regretted nothing. He knew he'd do anything to protect you and now he had.

Shoving his phone away he retraced his steps and lifted you back into his arms. Pushing out through the exit the sunlight had him ducking his head as his eyes adjusted to the sudden brightness. His gaze caught on your face. The colour was leeching out of your skin, your lips turning blue. He scanned your body for any other wounds and the vibrant stain coating the bottom half of your shirt was suddenly all he could see. It looked almost fake. There was too much of it. Panic started to rise in his chest.

Harry yelled from the drivers seat of the SUV pulling him out of his spiral. As the rear door popped open Tom hurried over and climbed in with you. Slamming the door shut he grabbed the first aid kit as the car tailspun away from the warehouse and shot back onto the road.

Ripping your shirt open his stomach lurched as he took in the knife wound. Fumbling for some gauze pads he tried to stem the bleeding. Within seconds the fabric was soaked.

"Harry," he pleaded and the car shifted gear, the outside streaming past the windows. Stripping off his shirt he folded it roughly and used it to apply pressure.

His eyes met his brothers in the rear view mirror. The uncertainty radiating from them had Tom gripping you closer still. You would be OK. He knew harry would stop at nothing to get you to the hospital. You would be OK. With a shaky hand he brushed back the loose hair caught on your face. His thumb caressed your cheek softly in a gentle rhythm.

“I’ve got you. You’re safe. I’m here.” His voice broke as he repeated those lines over and over, hoping for some indication you could hear him. Praying to every deity he could think of that you’d wake up. Droplets landed on you, washing away some of the blood he’d smeared onto your face. Tears he realised as more dropped steadily from his jaw. He needed you to wake up. He would do anything and everything to have you open your eyes right now. He couldn’t, wouldn't, lose you. Not like this. Not with everything still unsaid between you. He needed a chance to tell you how much he didn’t blame you for running. How much he would make every one of them pay for hurting you. And most importantly how much he loved you. Fuck, he loved you with everything he had. You not waking up wasn’t an option. He didn’t think he’d survive if you didn’t.

Your skin was starting to cool down. He draped himself over you as close as he dared, praying his body heat would help. He could see your chest struggle to take in air. His free hand fisted in your hair, his forehead pressing against yours tightly as he a sob wracked him. You just needed to hold on a little longer.

"Please, don't leave me. Please."

The car stopped. So did your breathing.

Everything suddenly moved too fast for him to keep up. The back door to the SUV was yanked open. Hands pulled him away from you. You were moved onto a stretcher. An oxygen mask was put on. Someone took over holding your wound. They were rushing you away into the hospital. He tried to follow but he wasn't quick enough. The doors closed.

You were gone.

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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."

[theslayerofthevampires]

This mob tom fic was soooo good!!

no shame | t. holland

no one bully me i have never written a mob!tom fic before but i’m v proud of this! here is the newest installment of the calm series :) this is also like 6.3k words so i apologize in advance if the app glitches LMAO

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, mentions of sex

the hollands were the talk of the town. their mob had owned most of southern england and were on the rise. they were gaining territory faster than any of the other mobs in the uk, and everyone feared them. no one knew how they were quickly taking over the country, but everyone knew not to stand in their way.

Keep reading

[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]

𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬

Parings → Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings → arguing in the middle of a mall

Summary → Tom tries to shut you up by gifts, instead of apologising and you had enough.

You were fuming as you stomped through the crowded mall, weaving through people without caring who you bumped into. Your fists were clenched, and your cheeks were flushed with frustration. Tom trailed behind you, his pace casual, hands in his pockets as if he had all the time in the world. His calm demeanor only fueled your rage further.

“Y/n,” he called out nonchalantly, his British accent dripping with amusement. “Darling, don’t be dramatic. Can we just talk about this?”

You spun on your heel, stopping so abruptly that the people behind you almost crashed into you. “Don’t. Call. Me. That.” Your voice was sharp, and your glare could’ve burned a hole through him.

Tom arched a brow, his smirk unfaltering as he came to a stop in front of you. “What? Dramatic or darling?”

“You know exactly what I mean!” You snapped, your voice louder than you intended. A few heads turned in your direction, but you didn’t care.

Tom tilted his head, looking entirely too smug for your liking. “You’re mad because I bought you a pair of shoes and a purse? Really?”

“Mad?” You let out a humorless laugh. “I’m furious, Tom! I told you I didn’t want you to spend your stupid blood money on me!”

He clicked his tongue, feigning disappointment. “Blood money? That’s harsh, love. I prefer to call it…business investments.”

“Oh, give me a break!” You threw your hands in the air, your voice echoing through the open space. “You can’t just throw money at me to make me forget about what you did.”

Tom’s smirk wavered for a split second, his jaw tightening before he quickly composed himself. “And what exactly did I do, hmm?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Holland,” you seethed, taking a threatening step closer to him. “You missed dinner with my parents last night. Again. For the fourth time in one month! And instead of apologizing, you send me gifts like that’s supposed to fix everything!”

Tom sighed, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “I had business to take care of, babe. You know how it is.”

“You mean your mob business?” You hissed, lowering your voice but making sure he caught every word. “I don’t want to be a part of that world, Tom. I told you that from the start.”

“And yet here we are,” he countered smoothly, his tone laced with a mix of amusement and frustration. “You knew who I was when we got together, darling. Don’t act like this is some big revelation.”

“Don’t twist this around!” You jabbed a finger into his chest, your anger boiling over. “You can’t keep brushing me off and then buying me things to shut me up. It’s insulting!”

Tom’s smirk returned, sharper this time. “Fine. If you don’t want them, give them back.”

Without hesitation, you yanked the expensive purse off your shoulder and hurled it at him. He caught it with ease, his reflexes as sharp as ever. “Here. Take it. Keep your stupid gifts!”

“Oh, love,” he chuckled, clearly amused by your tantrum. “You forgot something.”

“What now?” You snapped, glaring at him.

“The shoes,” he pointed out, nodding at your feet. “They were a gift too.”

Your eyes narrowed, and you slipped them off, throwing them at him one by one. “There! Happy?”

Tom caught them both, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Almost,” he drawled, his voice dripping with mischief. “That dress was a gift as well, darling.”

You froze for a moment, his words sinking in. The fire in your eyes reignited as you met his gaze, his smirk daring you to respond.

“Well…” you started, your voice eerily calm. “What? Cat got your tongue?” He taunted, leaning closer with that infuriating grin.

“I…” you stammered, your cheeks burning as you struggled to find the words.

Tom’s grin widened, clearly enjoying your discomfort. “Go on, darling. What’s stopping you?”

Without another word, you grabbed the zipper at the back of your dress and began pulling it down.

“Wait—what the hell are you doing?! ” Tom’s smirk vanished, his eyes widening in alarm as the zipper slid lower.

You screamed, “If you want your stupid dress back, then fine!”

“Y/n, stop!” He exclaimed, panic lacing his voice as people started to gather around, whispering and pointing. “Baby! I’m sorry, okay? Stop!”

You didn’t listen, the dress slipping off your shoulders. Tom immediately shrugged off his jacket, stepping forward and wrapping it around you before anyone could get an eyeful. His strong arms enveloped you, holding you tightly as you struggled against him.

“You proved your point,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “I get it. I messed up, okay? But for God’s sake, stop stripping in the middle of the mall.”

“Let me go!” You snapped, wriggling in his grasp.

“Not a chance,” he replied firmly, pulling you closer. “You’re mine, and I’m not letting you go, no matter how mad you are at me.”

“Ugh, you’re impossible!” You huffed, finally giving up your struggle.

Tom let out a small chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And you’re the love of my life. Now, let’s get out of here before you decide to throw anything else at me.”

You sighed, leaning into him despite your anger. Damn him and his charm.

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[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 16 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!

this will get updated regularly as the time pasts and my interests change ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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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:

Shifting Related:

#Vigilante Mha/Marvel dr

anything that i post/reblog about my vigilante dr, my dr also includes dc, xmen, danny phantom etc

#Hero Mha/Marvel dr

same world as my vigilante dr but im a hero and have a different path in life! this was actually the original version and my vigilante dr was an alternate universe of this dr, but i became more focused on my vigilante dr so ill probably talk about that one more!

#Gravityfalls Dr

anything i post about my gravityfalls dr! this dr also includes, danny phantom, the owl house, inside job, UHH star vs the forces of evil, and more! im still figuring things out for this dr so i probably won’t post about it until im certain in my pondering

#shifting/spirituality ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

shifting reposts, motivation, memes etc, tarot, witchcraft, manifestation and more

#mine or other people’s mha drs

#this reminds me of my dr

Other/Misc:

#i heart gravityfall / mha / marvel / xmen / dc

any reblog of that media, i might forget to tag my reblogs sometimes woopsies

#helpful advice ᯓ★ / Tumblr Help

just anything i think would be helpful, there some shifting advice in here too

#HI MOOT/MOOTIE ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

i usually tag this on my friends/close moots posts when i reblog them! i might sometimes forget to or forget ur my moot so apologies in advance 😭

#pretty pictures (ᵒ̤̑ ₀̑ ᵒ̤̑)

aesthetic stuff, comics, art, etc also idk why the kaomoji is messed up on the computer 💔

#i agree

this is usually on posts that make an argument, is a ‘hot topic’ or opinion i agree with

#so me coded

#random polls

#this is so cool?!

theres probably more i used but these are the main ones!

Links:

some will be added in the future!

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[yelenaslore]

TOM HOLLAND

be still my beating heart

getting ready for bed and cuddling after a work dinner/party you both went to

fluff, mob tom

wizarding world

fluff

head scratches

soft funny witty prof!om just wants you to scratch his head while he grades papers.

fluff, professor au, gn!reader

unmasked kisses

peter and reader so the spiderman kiss

fluff, x peter parker

i miss you little sis

peter visits your grave one year after your death in the battle against thanos.

angst, sister reader, x peter parker

hbd, p

event planning has never been one of your strong suits, not until peter and some of his friends came along

fluff, avengers team, birthday celebrations, x peter parker

that’s my boy

you give peter the perfect start to his special day

fluff, x peter parker

teamwork

a hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it

fluff, kissing

peachy

“bandaging/stitching up an injury” maybe with frat!tom getting into a fight or punching a guy from getting too close to the reader at a party?

fluff

24 hours

‘whispering in their ear, lips touching the skin’ comforting him after a long day

fluff, mob au

start a family

tom seeing you being so natural with your friend's baby and he is all like: i want one too

domestic fluff, baby fever

wear that more

tom being in total awe when he sees you in a tiny bikini for the first time

suggestive

circles

you and harry holland are sworn enemies after an incident that happened many years ago. no one really knows why but the pair of you. but once you overcome that with a very heartfelt apology from him, you actually fall in love

fluff, rich au, x harry holland

nature is the only way to stop the tears

tom’s little girl has never cried like this and after hours of it he no longer knows what he’s supposed to do to make it stop. he takes advantage of the girl’s fascination with nature in hopes it’ll stop her crying, and there he meets you

fluff, dad tom

mini valentine

your valentine’s plans with your fiancé get slightly set back when you get called in to work, leaving tom to spend the day with your daughter

fluff, step parent relationship, dad tom

one in the morning

domestic fluff, baby talk

just go with it

when you find yourself in an uncomfortable situation in new york city, you do the first thing that comes to mind, and all you can do is hope that the stranger on the street will understand and play along.

heavy themes

bruised

y/n holland and tom holland get into a massive argument, leaving the reader extremely hurt. y/n ends up at a party, where, not only does she get hurt physically; but mentally as well

hurt/comfort, brother!tom

bruised (part two)

the holland family deals with the aftermath of the reader’s accident

fluff, comfort, brother!tom

almost a goodbye

your brothers interrupt you before you make a life changing decision

angst, suicidal themes, sister!reader

arms length

you’re sick. you’re supposed to go on the far from home press tour with tom, but you don’t want to get him sick. a compromise is made.

fluff, sickfic

we need help

you and tom need help with your new baby and call nikki for help

fluff, new baby, first time parents

spideys little sister

you learn your best friend didn’t want to be your friend for you

angst, slight fluff, sister!reader

i’ve got you

tom takes over in helping his baby sister get back to sleep so his mum doesn’t have to

fluff, baby sister

moments like this

one of the greatest life’s blessings is the love of a family. 

fluff, sister!reader

hands off

tom gets protective after paps are rough with y/n

fluff

the nurses office

fluff, high school au, x peter parker

prom

peter wants to ask y/n to go to prom with him, but will it go as planned? 

fluff, high school au, x peter parker

drivers ed

tom decides to teach his younger sister how to drive after their family gave up on trying to teach her due to annoyance and frustration. 

fluff, x peter parker

migranes

you have a migraine at dinner and tom comforts you

fluff, comfort, slight sickfic elements, sister!reader

science partners

you and peter end up being lab partners

fluff, high school au, x peter parker

dirty shirley

reader is part of the mcu cast, and they all went out to eat dinner after filming for endgame. reader just turned legal age (is it 18?) so they drank afterwards, to celebrate her legality. since it’s her first time drinking she went a bit overboard but tom took care of her

fluff, birthday celebrations, avengers cast

[callmemana]

James Bucky Barnes: Fanfic 1

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

A Little Superstition @jadedvibes 🌼 (college athlete au)

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

Accidentally In Love Series @creativebeang 🍓🌼🐂👓

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

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

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

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

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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

[huntergatherercreator]

Liar: Part 6

Pairing: Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

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

Warnings: Mentions of violence, blood, kidnapping, torture, interrogations, angst

Part one | Part two | Part three | Part four | Part five

Part 6 – 1952 words

He sat quietly as Harry spoke to the bar owner, an untouched drink clenched between his fingers as he silently wished he would talk faster. The older man was slowly warming up. As much as a dive bar owner in the ass end of a small town would to outsiders.

“I’m actually passing through on the way to meet up with my girlfriend.” Harry shared a photo of you with a fond smile. There was no arguing that he knew how to charm someone. Working in distributions must be a constant performance to keep people on your side. A non committal noise from the bar keep as he slid the rag from over his shoulder and started wiping the closest glass.

Casting his eyes over the worn furniture and pictures of Georgia’s greats lining the walls Tom struggled to see you here. He hated the thought that you’d be wasting your talents pouring beers for the regulars who were already slumping in their bar stools at 12pm on a Tuesday.

Trying to tune back into Harry’s conversation was pointless. He was already done being there, he wanted to get back on the road. Excusing himself to use the restroom he took his time washing up. The splash of cool water helped wake him up a little more after having the last driving shift but did nothing to make him look any better. Staring at his reflection he barely recognised himself. Water dripping from his too long curls caught in his short beard. He’d never gone more than three days without shaving, now he didn’t care. Slicking his hair back he blinked at the tired eyes looking back at him. He was a mess. Go figure. With a sigh he dried off and left the bathroom. He pulled up short as a waitress exited from a hall behind the bar, the double doors swinging in her wake. His eyes snagged on a white board filled with time slots. A rota for the bar, he realised. Pushing the door open for a better look he froze. His stomach simultaneously sank and soared as he read the name listed for the last three nights shifts. Y/N.

When he got back to the bar he gripped his Harry’s shoulder. A silent signal before saying, “we should head out. I’m sure there’s a motel around here somewhere we can rest up.”

Harry looked expectantly at the barman who nodded and gave rough directions to one further down the road. Slipping a few bills over Harry stood but Tom had already taken off back to the car.

“I can’t tell if you have good news or bad news,” Harry admitted as he joined him in the front seat.

“Her name was on the rota. She’s supposed to be here tonight. She has to be close.” He pulled the car out and headed towards the motel, a prayer on his lips that he was about to find you.

Harry’s phone dinged. From the corner of his eye he saw him swipe at the message and then freeze.

“Tom, pull over.” Eyes darting to his brother the tone of his voice had his chest constricting. He turned into the motel parking lot and stopped across several spaces in his haste. His hands choked the steering wheel as he waited for Harry to speak.

“Montana has her.” The tremor of worry in his words was nothing compared to the full body shake that started in Tom. It couldn’t be. They wouldn’t send them for something this small, for someone this unimportant. What was he missing? Head resting on the wheel he tried to breathe but his chest kept constricting tighter. The people he’s spent years protecting had turned on him. They’d gone behind his back and taken you to be- he stopped himself. He didn’t wanted to think about what he knew Montana would do to you. Black spots floated over his vision until Harry’s phone sounded again.

“I have an address. Its 20 minutes away.” His decision was made in seconds. A burning determination charged him. As soon as he got his hands on you he’d never let go again. He’d keep you safe even if it meant burning everything in his life to the ground. Burning them to the ground.

But those were his choices, he wouldn’t drag anyone else into this. He turned to Harry about to voice that and got a stern glare.

“Don’t you dare get sappy on me. If you go, I’m coming too.” As if to back up his statement he popped the glovebox and took out the gun hidden there. “I won’t let you lose her.”

With a shared look the weight shifted off his chest and he threw the car into gear.

Y/N POV

Your head swam as bright light pierced at your eyelids. You listened for the sound of your alarm but couldn’t hear anything. Five more minutes you told yourself. Your body ached to stretch out and it wasn’t until you shifted you realised you were sitting. Had you fallen asleep at work? The worry behind that thought helped you shift closer to awake but just as you thought you’d be able to open your eyes a wave of darkness pulled you back to sleep.

It was the sound of footsteps that finally helped you surface. Opening your eyes your mind sluggishly tried to put together the information they were seeing. A dirty concrete floor. A single bulb above you casting a small circle of light. Everything beyond that was swathed in darkness but you could sense eyes on you. You tried to shift your arms but found they were stuck. A sliver of panic raced up your spine as you tugged harder and felt the bite of plastic straps tightening around your wrists. The sudden adrenaline rush that followed triggered flashes of memories. Being grabbed in the motel room. The sharp sting of a needle in your arm. The rough carpet beneath your palms. They'd got you.

The icy press of metal against your back registered too slowly. You felt like you were underwater. Everything wavered at the edges as you struggled to suck in enough air.

“Don’t worry. This won’t take long.” The tension lacing the air snapped with those words and reality flooded in. Your body froze up, muscles tensing painfully as it finally registered how much danger you were in. The barrel dug in slightly as he reached out to grip your shoulder. You were too shocked to even flinch as his rough fingers dug into your collar bone, holding you in place.

A lighter flickered in the shadows then the steady pace of footsteps echoed closer and closer until a shape took form outside the boundary of the light. Smoke fanned from them on a heavy exhale.

“Tell me what you saw.”

You barely heard her words over the rapid beating in your ears.

“I don’t-” You cut off as the grip on you tightened in warning.

“When?” you re-routed quickly.

“The office.” There was no clarification needed for that. The scene was still burned into your memory even if the feeling surrounding it had dimmed, been resolved with your acceptance of Tom.

“He was with someone. He had a gun to their head.” Your voice sounded off, mechanical as you relayed the information.

“Do you know who it was?”

You shook your head. “There was too much...too much blood.”

“Hmm.” She stepped forward, her hazy form snapping to full definition as the light hit. With a crisp navy pant suit and perfect hollywood curls she wasn’t what you’d been expecting and a glimmer of hope fluttered in your chest. Maybe you could reason with her? Maybe you could- Your thoughts cut short as you saw the way she stared at you. Like you were a butterfly caught in a jar. A butterfly she would pull the wings from without hesitation. You tried to swallow but your throat had dried up.

She took a long inhale of her cigarette, the embers flaring before drifting to the ground.

“Let’s see if we can help you remember any more details.”

The restraint on your shoulder tightened. Before you could blink the cigarette was pushed against the base of your neck. Your shock numbed you for a blissful second before the sting had you sucking in a pained breath and jolting back against the gun barrel. Tied to the chair you had nowhere to go.

You forced yourself to hold still, fingernails digging into your palms, teeth biting the inside of your cheek to hold back your whimpers as she created a constellation of burns along your shoulder.

Eventually the cigarette snubbed out and she raised an eyebrow expectantly.

“I don’t know who it was,” you managed to croak out. All the available moisture in your body seemed to have evaporated or joined the rivulets of sweat dripping down your back.

She sighed. “I thought you’d say that.” A switch blade clicked open in her hand and your heart stopped.

With a flick of her wrist the blade disappeared. You're gaze dropped in confusion to find the knife stuck between your ribs. As soon as your brain registered the injury pain blazed like wildfire through your chest. Your breath caught in your throat. Then she pulled the knife out. Searing agony filled every nerve ending as more damage was done. There was a rasping sound. It was you trying to breathe.

Warmth spread out over your side and soaked into your clothes. The metallic tang was all you could smell. You knew, without even needing to look, that there was too much. That there was nothing you could do.

She crouched until she was eye level with you. “Now is the time to tell me anything you’re holding back. If you do know something I’m sure we can come to an arrangement.” You looked at the dull disinterest in her eyes. Even if you had known something there was nothing about the way she spoke to you that gave you any hope of making it out of there. With startling contrast you realised that this was what a true killer looked like. How you had ever thought Tom could be cold and heartless like this was unforgivable. Bile rose in your throat as you thought again about how much you must have hurt him. Grimacing through the pain you knew there was only one thing you wanted to waste your breath saying to the monster before you.

“I hope he finds you.” For a fraction of a second you swore she froze, then her eyes narrowed.

Scrunching your eyes shut to block her out you pictured Tom. You'd memorised his face that night. His warm brown eyes that flared with hope when you told him you needed time. The conviction to his words when he told you nothing would change how he felt about you. That he’d be there when you needed him. Your heart clenched in despair. How had you been so stupid? How had you ever thought that running away would make things easier? You wished you'd kissed him. Brushed his curls away from his face and told him you loved him like you had a million times before. Now you’d never see him again. Never get the chance to apologise. He'd never know how much you regretted leaving him. Tears spilled over onto your cheeks.

"Ugh," the sound of disgust brought you back to the present. "I don't have time for this. Deal with her." You tried to cling to the vision of Tom behind your eyes. A shuffle of movement behind you had you freezing. Then pain exploded at your temple. Everything went dark.

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Part 7

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