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silkylovey · 2 years

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We’ll meet again

SUMMARY: A fierce secret agent Y/N had an interesting history with mobster Tom Holland. A year later, they meet again on her mission.

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Some people will say that you’re fearless. Some will say that you like taking risks. People from the police station, where you work as a secret agent, would say that you were better than your dad.

You would say that you live with fear, but you hide it by taking risks.

And that’s why you’re in the club of the infamous mobster Thomas Holland. Well, you knew his full name because of your history. You and Tom had an interesting history, full of hate and passionate lovemaking. But after he became the boss of the biggest mafia in Europe, your cat and mouse game stopped. He was bagging girls from his clubs, and you were figuring out how to take down his mob.

Many secret agents have tried to take him down but after their attempt, you’ll receive the head of the agent and a lovely note saying that you need to stop trying or London won’t have any officers left.

You were trying to take an important file that was supposed to be in his office of this club. You entered the club with a short black satin dress that hugged your curves perfectly and black heels. The club was illuminated by dim purple light and some red led lights that came from the stage where the strippers were dancing. All the gorgeous ladies were being watched by hungry men.

Nobody did pay attention to you. You didn’t even know if Tom would be at the club. You hoped that he wasn’t. You didn’t want to lose time, but you didn’t know where Tom’s office was, so you needed to observe. You went to the bar to order a drink.

“What can I get you, love?” a husky voice said that belonged to the handsome barista.

“Sex on the beach, please” you responded while maintaining eye contact with the charming stranger. “I wouldn’t ask that the first time I see someone but for you, doll, I would even fuck you right here, right now”, he said with a big smirk while making your drink. You blushed at his word because you didn’t think that he would be so brutally honest. Fuck, you wanted to have him right here, right now. God, I need to get laid was the only thought that was running through your head at that moment.

The barista that flirted with you earlier came back with your drink. “Here you go, darling.” His voice was so hot. You were sure that you were wet down there. “So, what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a club like this?” he asked as if your life interested him. You couldn’t just say ‘Oh yeah I’m here to take your boss down’. “Business”, you said with a seductive voice. “I hope I’m not interrupting your business because it’s not every day that you get to see a walking goddess. My name’s Adam by the way.” Holy shit, you would so take him to bed if you weren’t on a mission. “Y/n, no you’re not interrupting. I mean not right now. I got to get going because a good-looking man like you could make me distracted. Bye, Adam.” You said while biting your lips. “Bye love and please come by”

You smiled at his words. You were now walking to the back of the club where you thought Tom’s office would be. You could hear the music of the strip club getting quieter. They were 3 doors, but one door stood out with a gold handle. You just knew that that was his office. So, you grabbed the handle and to your surprise, the door was already unlocked. You opened the door slowly but with each centimeter, you saw light and when the door was fully opened you saw Tom sitting on his desk chair with a gun pointing at you.

You both looked shocked to see each other.

“What a great surprise, darling,” he said. Fuck when did he get even hotter? The curls were working for him and his stupid smirk.

“Oh hey, I opened the wrong door sorry I uh better get going I guess.”

“No please love stay. I haven’t seen you in like a year. I missed you, you know.” Every word he said was inviting you into his office. That’s why you were sitting on the couch that was in his office. “I missed your pretty smart-mouth, I missed your voice. God and the little sounds you made for me. I missed everything about you.” You did miss him too, but you needed to do your job. “Please love tell me you missed me too.”

Fuck

“I did Tommy”, you finally admitted. His eyes lit up after you said to words shyly. He sat next to you and caressed your cheek. “Why are you here?”

Shit this question again.

“Because I wanted to say you baby”, you said thinking he would believe you.

He chuckled. “You don’t think I’m that stupid right? You could have seen me for the past year, but you only show up today, and don’t think I didn’t see you flirting with my barman. So, Y/n I’m only going to ask it one more time and if you answer it wrong, I won’t be scared to put a bullet between your dazzling eyes. Why are you here?”

You weren’t going to tell him the truth. You sat on his lap while saying “Tommy, could you even kill me? I wasn’t flirting with Adam just making small talk” “Yeah about fucking right here, right now. Is that your definition of small talk huh?” He cut you off angrily.

“I ordered sex on the beach and the rest is history why are you so mad about it?” You asked while tilting your head. “You know why, love.” He started to kiss your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck in an attempt to get him closer to you.

“I want you to fuck me on your desk, Tommy,” you said with a rushed voice. “Just like old times love.” He picked you up. Your thighs hugged his waist. You missed this so much.

He gently puts you on his desk and he kissed you for the first time in months. Shit, you have missed his lips. They still felt the same way, his kisses gave you butterflies and made your clitoris throb.

“Get on your knees for me”, you said, holding your head up with a greedy smirk. “Y/n wh-” he said in disbelief. A confused look began to form on his face. “On your knees, Thomas”, you repeated with much power in your voice. He looked you in the eyes still in shock. And he slowly got on his knees for you.

“Is this what you wanted love” he started to touch your thighs, teasing you with his kisses, getting so close to the place where you needed him the most. You could only nod. Your mind became hazy. “Tommy, please”, you whimpered. “What babe what do you need,” he asked knowing damn well what you wanted.

“Want you to fuck me on your desk,” you said with hungry eyes. He stood up so fast and turned you around, so your back was facing his front.

“Going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to speak or walk yeah” he whispered in your ear. You did miss him.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, allowing him to give your neck sloppy kisses. You heard his belt unbuckle. The next thing you know your head was pushed on the desk and you felt Tom’s fingers outline your sex.

“Got you so wet. Bet you still taste amazing.” You wanted to make tom jealous or even mad because that’s when he fucked the roughest. “Yeah, Adam’s dirty talk got me wet.” You said with a huge grin on your face.

That pushed Tom over the edge. He didn’t even insert his fingers inside of you. He pulled them away licked them clean and pulled his cock out. He was rubbing it on your clit. He wanted to have you begging for more. “Tommy, I’m sorry please give it to me,” you said with a gasp.

“Are you sorry or do you want to go to Adam and get fucked by him?” he said in an angry tone. He was furious. It made you think of the sex you had when you were in Spain. “No, no, no, I only want to get fucked by you. Only you” you said rapidly.

With that, he pushed himself inside of you. You missed the fullness he gave you. You always felt safe and full with him. “Fuck, squeezing me so tight babe,” he said with a growl. He pulled out of you only to turn you around and thrust inside of you while you were facing him.

“Y/n”, he groaned, wrapping his arms protectively around you, shoving your face in his shoulder. He holds you tight while fucking you. Powerful strikes and you hardly managed to stay quiet.

His thrusts were so rough. You could hear the slapping of skin through the whole room. He was groaning your name into your neck while you kept saying deeper, faster, harder.

“Yeah, you want this dick hard and dirty, doll” He kissed your neck. You could keep up much longer you were so close, and he knew it too.

“Gonna cum for me love.” That threw you over the edge. He was holding you tightly through your orgasm. You were shaking and gasping in his arms. He came a few seconds after you.

“Y/n leave if people know that I have a soft spot for you. They’re going to take advantage of it.” He told you with hopeful eyes.

You left his office with the needed documents. With a little smile, you left his club. Tom knew something important was missing but he had lost you out of his sight. He said to himself “We are going to meet again love.”

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heliads · 2 years

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Helloooo! I hope you're doing great! was wondering if could do a Loki x fem reader in which she's the daughter of a powerful Mafia family, and she happens to be in the city when a member of the rival family - one whom she absolutely loathes and has been in a feud with for years - is captured by Shield. She approaches Fury when she hears that he won’t cooperate, and he lets her interrogate him. Of course, Stark being a bloody git decides to have the whole team watch how exactly she gets him to crack, and even Loki’s intrigued. Being the skillful manipulator she is with extensive knowledge on torture methods, they have a bit of a back and forth about pain. He says he won’t crack, that he’s dealt with all sorts of torture, and this prompts her to fire a shot that soars right next to his head, managing to even scratch his cheek in the process. “Pain has its limits. Fear, however, does not.” So she whips her gun to face hus forehead and does Russian Roulette with him, taking turns with the gun. He eventually cracks, and Loki’s impressed - even more so when she reveals that she was using a gun that only had a single bullet ( the one from before the Roulette when she was scaring him). They eventually get on good terms, and it ends with her inviting him over to the Manor in Italy before leaving with a handful of guards.

me and the squad after determining that fear isn't real for us

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Loki is staring at the woman sitting across the room. Black booted heels crossed matter-of-factly, she’s eyeing the door to the interrogation cell with a resolute gaze. According to S.H.I.E.L.D. principles, interrogations don’t happen within the agency’s halls, only cleanly cut interviews. The truth is that agents do whatever they damn please, and Y/N L/N is no exception. There are no rules, not for her, not as long as she keeps getting the information that all of them need.

The Avengers were supposed to be handling this case. The Gallants make up a well-known crime ring; one of the toughest mobs in this side of the country, or this side of the globe, for that matter. Loki and his partners managed to bring in the youngest one, Tom, for questioning, but they haven’t been able to crack him.

That leaves only Y/N. Loki knows that the rest have been reluctant to involve Y/N, too afraid of what she’ll do to get the answers they require, but they have no more options. Y/N is a L/N after all, the only natural counterpart to the Gallants. This city is split by a gang war between the two families, as much as the Avengers hate to admit it, and they’ve got the best of the L/Ns running amongst their numbers. If you’ve got that good a tool under your belt, why not use it?

Steve Rogers has been pacing back and forth for a while in the adjourning room. He’s still not sure about this, too used to the ‘40s codes of conduct that are now just as obsolete as the friends’ phone numbers he keeps tucked away in his cracked wallet. Loki is used to the changing of the times; no matter what, violence always stays the same. Y/N speaks his language, and that’s why he’s here, the same as the rest: to see what she does.

At last, Y/N receives the sign she’s been waiting for. A burner phone by her side buzzes with a new text from Nick Fury, and judging by the pleased lock of her jaw, it’s the all clear. Y/N stands, briskly folding her dark coat back around her, and heads towards the door.

Steve, Natasha, and Tony move to intercept her before she can head inside. They may be handing over the role of investigator, but they won’t do it without feeling like they can maintain some semblance of control.

Steve holds up a warning finger. “Remember the rules, Agent. You can’t lay a finger on him.”

Y/N smirks. “I don’t need to.”

Natasha arches a brow. “Even as a mafia gang leader who’s notorious for her torture methods?”

Y/N flashes her a particularly rakish smile. “Come on, Romanoff. You of all people should know that there are ways to make people crack without resorting to the usual ways of inflicting pain.”

Natasha shrugs. “Do your worst. We’d like to see it happen.”

Tony chortles. “Damn right we would. We’ll be watching the monitors outside. Technically, I have to tell you that if we see anything suspicious, we’ll come bursting in guns blazing, but mainly I just want to see what you do.”

Y/N shrugs, reaching for the door. “I hope you enjoy the show.”

She glances at Loki over her shoulder, a dagger-sharp glint in her eye the only sign that she’s been onto him since she first arrived at the Avengers complex, then disappears inside the interrogation room. The cell door clicks shut behind her, and just like that, they’ve got a performance to see.

Tony hurries over to the bank of monitors. “Oh, I’m excited for this one. I mean, the Godfather can only teach you so much, right? This is sure to be much more modern.”

Natasha laughs dryly. “Try not to seem too excited, Tony. We’re supposed to be unhappy about this.”

Loki drifts closer so he can see over their huddled shoulders. Tony messes with a few of the controls, and the sound starts to flicker in through glitchy waves of interference.

Tom Gallant is strapped to a chair in the room, only separated from Y/N by a standard issue table. His hands are cuffed to the surface in front of him, and Loki can hear the alarmed clink of his chains when he flinches upon seeing Y/N for the first time.

She takes a seat opposite him, evidently pleased to have created such a stir. “Already desperate, Tom? I mean, I haven’t even gotten started yet.”

Tom schools his expression back into solid stone. “I’m surprised they let someone like you in the building. I thought dogs were meant to stay back on the streets.”

Y/N scarcely reacts to the jibe. “Clever, Gallant. How long did it take you to come up with that one?” She folds her arms across her chest. “You know what we want. Give us the answers, it’ll be much easier for you.”

Tom remains silent, although this seems to add to Y/N’s glee more than if he had just started talking.

“Wonderful, I was hoping we’d get somewhere. It’ll only be fun from here on out.”

Tom scoffs. “I know the rules, L/N. You can’t lay a finger on me. How are you supposed to get anything from me without trying to bleed me out?”

Y/N’s grin is frightening. “I’m so glad you asked.”

She reaches inside her coat to pull out a phone. “Here’s how this is going to work. I am going to ask you some questions, and every time you don’t answer me, I’m going to mention a name to a couple friends of mine who are very eager to get back at your family. You lie, or hold anything back, and you’ll start losing allies. Do we understand each other?”

Gallant rolls his eyes, although he seems worried. “Do your worst.”

Y/N laughs once, the sound abruptly ending as if cut off by a guillotine. “How melodramatic. Well, let’s get started. What were you doing on S.H.I.E.L.D. premises on the night of the twelfth?”

Tom says nothing, and Y/N sighs. “Alright, then. You know Ariel Rollins? That’s your brother’s girlfriend, if you forgot. I believe your brother said that he really wanted to marry her, and I also know that he’s one spell of bad luck away from quitting your gang.”

She sends a text to someone, then holds up a photo on her phone. Even over the blurry security cameras, Loki makes out the figure in a pool of blood in the photo, and also Tom’s startled jerk against his chair.

Gallant sputters for a moment before he manages to control himself. “What have you done?”

Y/N lifts a shoulder, allowing Tom to gaze at the photo for a moment longer before tucking her phone back away again. “I’m following the rules. I can’t hurt you, but I can hurt many other people. I have quite a long list, if you’re interested. Anyways, my question still stands. Why were you trespassing on S.H.I.E.L.D. property on the twelfth?”

Tom swallows hard. “It was business.”

Y/N presses a finger to her temple. “Obviously. You need to be more specific.”

Gallant looks around, as if hoping for some sign of help. Nothing comes, and he falls silent again.

Y/N shrugs. “Fine. How about Randall Benjamin? He's been your best friend ever since the second grade. Randall is the only one you trust, right?”

Tom’s breathing stiffens. “You wouldn’t. He's innocent.”

Y/N stares at him. “Ah, but I am not.”

She sends another text, and holds up another photo. This time, Tom can’t stop the choking sob that freezes somewhere in his chest.

Y/N smiles at him helpfully. “The next on the list is Leon Brennan. If you want to see him again, I’d suggest that you get talking.”

Tom grimaces, then starts speaking in a rushed whisper. “I needed to go because we heard a tip. We know you have alien tech, we know you have money. We have a deal with the Cervones, and they say they’ll get our men out of prison if we help them find a couple things.”

Y/N nods solemnly. “How did the Cervones know about the S.H.I.E.L.D. access codes?”

Gallant wavers, but lapses into conversation again when Y/N holds up her phone. “They have a mole on the inside.”

He falls silent. Y/N taps the side of her phone against the table. “I need names, Tom. You do want Leon to survive this little talk, don’t you?”

Tom shudders, but stays quiet. Y/N allows him a moment longer to change his mind, then holds up a new photo of a different man, dead on the ground. Tom’s eyes widen in horror.

“Val! Val Jensen! That’s their mole. I don’t know anything else, I swear. Stay away from my friends.”

Y/N furrows her brow. “Why should I? How do I know you’re not holding anything back?”

Tom is visibly sweating now. “I have nothing else, I promise. I’m just the youngest kid, you know that. I’m not supposed to do anything except stay alive in case the rest of my brothers die out before they can take over. They don’t tell me anything if they don’t have to, really. Please don’t kill anyone else.”

Loki can sense that this is true. Tom Gallant is the least threatening of all the mobsters in this city; he’s been forced into it by familial duty, but he’s kept on the outskirts of the action enough that he doesn’t have to act with the same caution and heartless rage that permeates the rest of his gang. No wonder Y/N could break him so quickly, although Loki does have to admit that she has considerable skills.

Y/N stands slowly. “In that case, Tom, I think we’re done here.”

He looks pleadingly up at her as she goes. “Wait, you can’t just leave me here! You know what happens to chatterboxes.”

Y/N glances back at him, smiling. “They get killed, don’t they? I wish you the best in staying alive.”

With that, she sweeps from the room. The door opens across the hall, and Y/N walks over to them. She takes in the horrified looks on their faces.

“What, disappointed you didn’t think of that earlier?”

Steve seems ready to kill her himself. “Those were innocent people that your friends murdered. That was wrong.”

Y/N sighs. “They’re not actually dead, Rogers. Those are actors. I had the photos staged before.”

Loki frowns. “Wouldn’t Tom be able to tell that they were fakes?”

Y/N smiles again, and Loki can’t decide whether he thinks it’s beautiful or frightening. Then again, why can’t it be both?

“Fear can turn even the most hardened criminals into believers, Odinson. All you need is to figure out what they can’t lose, and take it away.”

She walks away, leaving the Avengers awestruck. Loki, however, is still fascinated, and follows her out.

“Is that why you took this job?” He asks, curious. “Not just the fact that he was a rival gang member, but because you wanted to figure out how to make a Gallant crack?”

Y/N nods. “Something like that. I will admit, the no torture restriction troubled me at first, but it wasn’t actually that important.”

Loki raises a brow. “Not that important? Sweetheart, pain can make cowards out of the best of us.”

She looks back at him as they walk. “Even you?”

He shakes his head. “I’ve had enough experience with torture that it doesn’t work on me.”

They’re alone in a S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting room, so nobody except Loki notices when Y/N whips a revolver out of nowhere, firing it right beside his head. He doesn’t flinch, even when the bullet streaks past him, scratching his cheek from how close it came.

Y/N extends a hand, and it comes back tinted with his blood. The blood of gods, that is, so easily drawn by a stunt. He loves it.

She studies the blood, then turns back to him. “Pain has its limits. Fear, however, does not.”

Loki wants to laugh. “Are you free of fear as well, then?”

Without warning, Y/N turns the gun back on her own forehead, spinning the cylinder so the one remaining bullet is randomized in the chambers. Just as she pulls the trigger, Loki recognizes the game as Russian Roulette. He hasn’t had the chance to engage with a player such as her before.

“None of us are, but we try to hide it, don’t we?”

Loki takes the gun, pointing it at his own head and pulling the trigger. “You hide it quite well, I must admit. I consider myself impressed.”

Y/N grabs the gun from his hand, not even hesitating. She gets a blank as well, but the odds are slimmer and slimmer each time they trade roles.

Loki isn’t about to back down, though, not now. He carefully removes the gun from amongst her fingers, pointing it at his head. Nothing happens, though, so he hands it back to Y/N. It’s suicide to take it now, they’ve gone enough times. Y/N still pulls the trigger, though, holding Loki back when he tries to take it away from her head.

Loki stares at her, confused. “How did you do that? Why did you stay in it so long?”

She grins, flippant as always. “There was always one bullet. I already fired it at you, remember?”

Loki looks at her for a moment longer, then breaks out into a smile mad enough to rival hers. “I think I like you.”

She laughs. “That’s funny, I was about to say the same thing about you.”

There’s a murmuring in the halls, the sound of footsteps starting to find them. Y/N pulls him close for just a second longer so she can whisper something in his ear.

“I have a manor in Italy. I wouldn’t mind if you joined me there every once in a while.”

She smiles at him one last time, then leaves the room, disappearing in a cloud of guards that seem to have arrived out of nowhere. Loki watches her go, wondering just what he’s gotten himself into. For once, he isn’t worried about where this will lead, only excited for what is to come.

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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Match made in Hell : Chapter Three

A/N : Chapter three is here. Survival of the fittest this is how life evolved on earth. And to survive you have to learn to adapt even if you have to make truce with people you hate. Hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think.

A Happy New year to all of you lovely peeps! 💖💖

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : you always wanted a simple life but to be born as the daughter of a dangerous mobster turned out to be a curse for you. Everything changes when your father gets your lover killed and forcefully marries you off to another mobster as a part of a deal. You hate your father and your husband the only thing you seek is now revenge. Will you ever be able to fall in love again or this burning hatred inside you will consume you?

Warnings : 18+,mature content, a little PMS drama, language, flashbacks in italics, slight nudity, suggestive themes.

Mini Playlist : Bad Things by Meiko

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Complying to the note you take a quick scan of the room ensuring that you’re not being followed by anyone before making your way to the restrooms but instead of going inside you sidetracked to your left and stride your way to the staff exit door across the hall and sneaked outside continuing to walk down the dark alley. You stop when you see a large figure standing in the dark a few feet away from you.

"Y/N" the man speaks with a deep voice.

"Who are you?" You demand. The man walks out of the shadow and your face lit up as you saw his face illuminated by the street light.

"William? Oh my god!" You rush to embrace him. William Marshal, your father's most trusted wing man and your mentor. All the knowledge you have raptured be it hand to hand to combat or gun fight he taught you all.

"How are you my little tigress?"

"Surviving" You say with a small smile. "But what are you doing here?" You were so surprised as well as happy to see him.

"Your father sent me here."

Your brows draw into a frown ''Daddy sent you?...But why?"

"You are alone and boss thinks it's a little dangerous to leave you in the enemy territory on your own"

You scoff. "Huh, since when did he start worrying about my safety?"

"He wants me to help you with your task, so how much progress have you made?" He asks.

"Actually William there has been some changes in the plan” You say. “I’m no more playing daddy’s little killing puppet"

William gives you shocked look. "What, are you planning to backstab your father?"

''Not literally stab him though I wish I could heh. But I'm gonna make him pay for his crimes by turning him in and then let the law decide his punishment."

"You want to go on a legal battle with the king of illegal trades?” He chuckles lightly at your childish idea. “You're bluffing right?"

"I'm not bluffing Will. I just want to deliver justice to all the people who have suffered for him without anymore bloodshed. And I’m not ruthless like him and at the end of the day he's still my daddy so even if I want I will never be able to kill him" You sigh with remorse.

"It's a suicide mission Y/N, you can't win against him, not alone"

"Well Rome wasn't built in one day, Will. Plus I have you."

His face went stoic. "I can't betray your father Y/N."

"Will, how could you forget that this man killed your whole family? He didn't even spare your five year old daughter. Don't you want revenge?" You tried your best to persuade him.

"That man died when he accepted his allegiance."

"Then here's your another chance to avenge your family. Are you going to help me or not?" You ask him firmly.

"You know I have always seen you no less than my daughter" He reaches out a hand cupping the side of your face "so what does my daughter want me to do?"

The corner of lips turn up into a smile. "Nothing much for now I just want you to pose as a double agent, provide me all the information and report back to daddy whatever I exactly say to you" You explained.

William nods in agreement to your plan. "So have the Holland's agreed to this?"

"Holland's?" You frown. "Why on earth would I involve them? They are no less evil."

"You are plotting against your dad the mafia kingpin and you need allies Y/N."

"I don't need any allies…" You pause mid sentence as it finally hits you what Will was actually trying to imply. You narrowed your eyes with a sly smirk "Unless I rat them out against each other and they end up destroying each other in the process without anyone suspecting it was me behind all this. Like this I can hit two birds with one stone"

"Well now you're getting it." William says proudly.

"By the way boss told me to give you this." He holds out a revolver, you stiffen at it’s sight.

"That's my gun" You swallow hard.

"Yes indeed it is."

"I can't take it Will and you know why" You say anxiously.

"I know that the past haunts you Y/N but that phase is over. You have to let go" He takes your hand and places the gun. "Keep it, you'll need it" Your palms were sweaty as you gripped on to the gun and looked at it intently.

"I think you should go back now before your husband gets suspicious and remember.."

You cut him off before he could finish.

"To be nice and call in a truce. Trust me I got this." You winked with a sly grin and rushed back to the hall through the backdoor but you are met with an obstacle. Tom was standing right in front of the restrooms, you quickly retreated behind the wall.

"Shit! Why are men so clingy?!" You groan with slight irritation when your phone lights up

T : Hey you okay? You're in for too long.

T : Y/N???!!

You roll your eyes as you text him back.

Y : No I'm not okay!!!

Concern clouded his features whilst he texted you back.

T : Hey what's wrong?

T : Darling, you alright?

You couldn't think of any valid reason to get past him so you had to swallow your pride and texted back with the most safest and believable excuse for a woman.

Y : I'm PMSing!!! T : ….OK.

You peered to see his reaction and you swear you would have burst out laughing if you weren’t in such a sophisticated place, the look on his face clearly showed how weirded out he was.

Tom on the other hand was clueless about what to reply next, since a young age he has been dealing with the most dangerous people from the underworld but never in his life he had to deal with someone pmsing specifically he never had to deal with you. Though he had a little knowledge about these things thanks to sex ed at high school. You saw him take a deep breath before typing.

T: You need something?

Y: Yeah, will a tampon be too much to ask?

Y: It's kind of urgent.

T: Right on it. Just stay there. It will be fine, love.

T: Do you need a change of dress?

To be honest you were quite taken aback seeing this concerned and understanding side of his.

Y: No, I'm fine. And please don't come barging in the ladies room.

T: Yeah I know that.

As soon as Tom moves away you quickly slip inside the restroom and heaved a sigh of relief. After a few minutes a middle aged woman walks in the restroom.

"You must be Y/N?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah." You nod.

"Here you go, love." She hands you a tampon. You take it and go inside a stall. You wait for a few minutes before throwing the tampon in the dustbin and emerging out of the stall with a smile.

"Thank you so much." You say smoothening the slight creases on your dress.

"Oh don't be but I must say your husband really loves you. You should have looked at his face how freaked out he was."

"I really doubt the love part.'' You snicker, turning on the faucet in the basin to wash your hands.

"Well darling, here’s an advice from a lady to a lady keep your man happy and satisfied and then not only will he be showering you with all his love as well as—" She coils her thick glimmering diamond necklace around her slim finger "might get these too."

"Well thank you for your advice but not a fan of leashes you see." You quip drying your hands with the paper towels.

"Trust me sweetie one day you will just want to wear these leashes only for your man." She steps closer putting a hand on your shoulder.

"Will see." You give a tight lipped smile.

After sometime you step out and find Tom patiently waiting for you.

"All good?" He asks, you nod in affirmation.

"It was lovely talking to you sweetheart. See you again." The woman chirps, you smiled waving at her.

Bad Things starts playing……. I know what I want And I'll get what I need I'll come over and I'll show you how Don't you wish that you can have me now?

"Shall we have this dance?" Tom held out his hand. You take it with a smile as he leads you to the center of the room. Your hands go to his shoulders while his hands rest on your hips. You slowly begin to sway your bodies to the music going back and forth, your eyes looking around to the other couples dancing.

You say that you want all of my love But let's be honest we don't need all that I like it better with no strings attached

"You're welcome." Tom says, drawing your attention back to him.

"Uhh..." You look at him in confusion.

"I guess the words that you are looking for are thank you."

"To be fair it was kind of your duty to help your wife from an embarrassing situation." You quip.

"Oh now I'm your husband, huh?" He raises his eyebrows amused.

Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it

"Well you have been rubbing the fact on my face since day one so—" You half shrug.

"So what was Mrs. Sinclaire saying?" He asks looking around the room.

"Nothing of my interest just how I should get one of those shining collars around my neck." You roll your eyes dramatically.

"Those are gifts from their husbands who love them dearly, love" He corrects you, a smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

How much more can you take if I give you a taste I've been waiting for you all night long I come around and then I'm gone

"But for me those are glittering leashes" You retort.

"Darling, how much ever you pretend but under this tough shell you're just a hopeless romantic, you crave love and I can give you all of it only if you allow me." Tom laces his hand with yours another hand stays at the small of your back, waltzing to the music.

You'll get yours, I'll get mine Then we run out of time You're the only one that I desire 'Cause I love to play with fire

"Maybe I'm that's why I still dream of a beautiful life away from all this from you" you say looking deep into his brown orbs.

He leans down to your ear and whispers. "I can assure you one thing princess the farther you want to go away from me the more I will pull you back towards me"

A shiver runs down your spine as his smile turns into a wide grin.

Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it

His hand moved from your back to your lower waist and he dipped you low, taking you by surprise. You bent on your back as he pulled you back up with a force, throwing you against his body sending your body right into his broad frame.

Ooh (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) Ooh (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) When I'm down I let you know (ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) When I'm down I let you go (ooh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

You stayed like that for a while, inhaling deeply but the only thing you could smell was him, his expensive cologne intoxicating your senses and then he pushed you back again, spinning you around twice and settling back for the previous slow pace.

Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it Good girls do bad things sometimes But we get by with it (oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

The night ends and you are now back at home sitting on your bed busy with your night routine rubbing on some body lotion on your hands as Tom walks in.

"What are you doing in my room?" You frown.

"Technically this is my room" He reminds you rummaging through his closet.

"Not anymore." You state haughtily. He plainly ignores you and goes inside the bathroom.

After a while he comes out with a towel wrapped lowly around his waist, his wet curls sticking to his forehead. You couldn’t help but admire his chiseled upper body, muscles rippling and glistening in the soft golden light of the room.

"You’re staring" He sing-songs, smirking cockily.

"No-no, I'm not'' You fumble.

"It's ok, darling I'm all yours to look at" You roll your eyes meanwhile he takes off his towel and throws it in the hamper before getting on the empty side of the bed just in his black calvin klein boxers.

"Whoa, you are gonna just wear that?" You ask in surprise.

"Why you gotta problem?" He smirks while getting inside the covers.

"No seriously, you’re either fully covered or almost naked. Nothing in between." You remark giving him an annoyed look.

"Why does it turn you on babygirl?" He says with a sultry voice.

"Shut up and stop with these weirdass names, will ya" You grimace as he chuckles.

"And what about you? You are going to sleep in that?" He points out looking at your sleep shorts and a loose shirt.

"Well you may think of yourself as a calvin klein's model but I ain't a Victoria’s secret angel. So yes I’m gonna sleep in these"

"But your Instagram says something else" He quips, making you smile mischievously.

"Aww did someone get all riled up at work?” You click your tongue pouting “so sad."

Tom all of a sudden grabs your arm pulling you down to him as you jolt down surprised.

"And for that you deserve a nice spanking" His voice low, a cocky grin plastered on his face.

"If you touch me I'll chop off your hands." You threaten with a cold stare and pull out your arm from his grip. You lay down turning to your side and snatched away the covers from him.

"Oi! blanket hogger!" He protests, pulling the blanket back.

"Get out of here!" You kicked his leg playfully snatching the cover again.

"Y/N I swear to God I’ll push you off the bed!" He says laughing.

"Shut up you whiny baby." You retort laughing as well.

He moves closer to you bringing his hands to tickle you on the side of your hips. You squealed trying to push him away but he tightened his hold around you both laughing like kids when suddenly you realized how close you were the heat from his bare body felt like burning against your skin.

What are you doing? You hate this guy, he is the reason Ethan is dead. You remind yourself gaining back your composure and stopped laughing. You went silent closing your eyes as Tom got the hint and backed off.

You soon fell asleep breathing softly but Tom was still awake staring at the ceiling thinking about all the meetings and deals he has to make tomorrow when you shifted on the bed and turned to Tom’s side in your sleep. You subconsciously hiked a leg above his placing your hand over his chest snuggling close to him.

Tom found it really amusing chuckling softly as he took his time to admire how beautiful and innocent you looked. He went to wrap his arm around you just then he heard you mumbling in your sleep.

"I'm sorry - I'm so sorry Ethan." His expression goes hard. He retracts his hand away placing it under his head and lets out an exasperated sigh before closing his eyes to sleep.

Next morning you squint your eyes open to find yourself practically laying over Tom's chest, you sit up hastily waking him up in the process.

"Good morning, princess." He says with a groggy voice. You look at him timidly.

"By the drool I’m assuming you slept well." You frown rubbing the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

"So much for chopping my hands eh?" He snickers. "But what about you taking advantage of me while sleeping." you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

"Sorry I used to have a side pillow when I slept."

"Oh it's ok, love. I'm honored to be your human side pillow.'' he says cockily before getting off the bed to get ready for the day.

"Dickhead" You mutter under your breath.

****

You went to punch his chest, but William blocked it

"As a devout feminist, I refuse to say that you hit like a girl." William quipped letting go of you, and you spin around in frustration

"Let's try this again, shall we?"

"Tell me again why I have to learn self defense this early in the morning."

William began to roll up his sleeves to better move around "You are my responsibility."

You smiled "...says the feminist." William chuckled.

"Fighting is rhythm. There is a music, there is a meter, there is a pattern. Let that rhythm beat within you." He stood defensively and nods at you.

"Again." you put up your fists and start to fight him, but he easily blocks your blows. You two spin and continued practicing. You struck him again but he blocks it.

"Legato" You strike again with increased force,

"Ostinato" You strike back with all your force.

"Crescendo" You managed to hit him, but he blocked the majority of it and held you by your neck.

"And then, once you've established your cadence--" You spun out of his grip, kicking him, and pressed him against the wall while he's distracted.

" --You change the key." you said smiling proudly.

"Very nice." He said a little out of breath. "But none of this matters if you cannot make the kill."

"But I don't want to kill anyone."

"You will. To survive" He said.

You stepped back to catch your breath from the intense workout.

"Now c’mon we will learn something new today." He brought two wooden staff and throws one at you out of the blue which you barely catch.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" You protested.

"First lesson-- always be on your guard." He instructed. You took note of the weight of the staff in your hands for a moment.

"It's heavy."

"I was half your age the first time my father gave me the staff. I would have torn every muscle rather than let him see me strain. And, had I--" He attacked you, you barely blocked his blow "-- he would have corrected me."

"No offense, but your dad sounds like a jerkwad" You panted.

"Mothers love their children. Fathers make them strong" He attacked you again, and though you struggle to keep up, you manage to continue blocking him.

"Well in my case my daddy doesn't care 'cause he already kind of bidded me off in a stupid deal--" You started to fight back "-- and my mother is quite ardent to make me strong enough to face anything what is to come my way" You grunt while attacking but William easily dodges your strikes.

"You're anticipating. Do not let me see your move before you make it." He strikes at your staff, knocking you off-balance and causing you to twist your ankle as you fall and whimper in pain

"Get up." He commanded.

"I can't, my ankle hurts." You groaned.

"The ability to end your pain is a warrior's true weapon. Master that, and nothing holds power over you." You glared at him.

"Now, on your feet." You winced.

"I said, On. Your. Feet." He barked.

You continued to glare at him, but do grab your staff to use it to help you to pull yourself up on your feet. You leaned against the staff for support. William looked mildly impressed.

"Good. Perhaps you've actually learned something today."

It’s been almost two weeks since the gala night William has been in contact with you providing you with valuable information. You were lost in your thoughts when your phone buzzed and you were broken out of your daze. It was William, you received the call.

"Hey Will!"

"Got some news."

"Seems like Victor has grabbed quite a hold in the European drug cartel. He has been making quite some big deals."

"Daddy is making deals with the European drug mafias?" You were surprised at this news. "But how is that possible? As much I know he planned to oust the Hollands off their turf first before taking over their business."

"Working with your dad I have learnt one thing about him, ‘compartmentalization’ nobody gets to know about his real plans. And that is the reason behind his success."

"I think I know someone who might give me more info on that. But the most important question is who is doing all the dirty work for him while he is sitting in NY."

"A new gang has emerged in the city ‘the vipers’ but I’m surprised that the Holland’s didn’t happen to come across them yet." He says before ending the call.

Meanwhile Tom was at the docks of the London port accompanied by his brother Harry for a meeting with an old time ally.

"Gomez, after a long time mate."

"Yeah Holland business has been a little rough these days"

"So my brother tells me that you wanted some negotiations to be done with the current revenue arrangement of the port area"

"Yes Holland about that you see you're charging an outrageously high protection money and for that I am having very little profit from my drug trafficking business"

"Well mate protecting you from the cops and allowing you to smuggle through my port comes with a high price I told you at the beginning only." Tom says.

"Then I might have to rethink our alliance, Holland."

"You mean you want to call off the deal?" Tom raises his eyebrows.

"Yes you guessed it right"

"That's really brave of you given that the narcotics are already suspicious about your activities" Tom mocks with a sinister look in his eyes.

"I'll take my chances and there's this new gang who are ready to provide protection at a much cheaper rate plus they are going to help me expand my trade to the States. And profit has always been my first priority mate." Gomez states.

"Well whatever suits you mate but the port is still under my control if I may remind you so perhaps you should start watching your back" Tom advises, malice in his voice and then he storms out of the place.

****

You have finally decided to have a night out and blow off some steam. You dressed up in a slip dress and put on your matching stilettos. Booking yourself an uber you were just about to go down the stairs when you heard some heated argument coming from the office though it was mostly Tom’s voice you heard and by the tone you deduced he was very angry.

You slowly made your way towards the room to see Tom standing in the middle of the room with Harrison and Harry beside him, his men surrounding him as he yells at them. They were so engrossed into the meeting that nobody bothered to notice you standing so you quietly lean against the doorframe and listened to their conversation.

"I'm paying a bunch of assholes for nothing!" Tom barks.

"Tom, calm down." Harry goes to tone down his brother.

"How can I calm down?! Some bloody newbie gang has been operating right under my nose! on my turf! and I have no news about that." He snaps.

You couldn’t help but the whole conversation made you chuckle a little too loudly drawing everyone’s attention present in the room. Tom was already seeing red with his business going into jeopardy and seeing you laugh like that he went ballistic.

"Does something here appear funny to you?" He glares at you.

"Well funny things do." You retort.

"And may I have the pleasure of knowing what you found so funny?"

"Well seeing you guys all worked up about this whole new emerging gang snatching away your territory. I really feel pity for you."

"Thank you for your pity now you may leave, anyways women are not allowed here. I should not see you snooping around in the future near this room." He orders.

"Your loss I might know something that could have helped you in solving your little problem." You shrug and turn to leave.

"Wait! What do you mean?"

"Well I guess women don’t do business here so I better keep my mouth shut." You taunt agitating him even more.

"Stop fucking with me Y/N! If you know something then tell me." You pucker your face pretending to think.

"Please" he adds softening down a bit, you sigh audibly.

"Ok then let me give you a heads up. The viper gang which is hampering your business deals is owned by none other than Victor Martinez aka my daddy dearest." Tom's eyes went wide as well as Harrison's and Harry's.

"What! You’re kidding right?" You scrunch your nose shaking your head sideways dismissively.

"But-but we had a deal!" He was still in disbelief.

"Honey you made a deal with the devil. What did you expect?" Tom crosses the room in three strides and grabs hold your arm with a death grip anger raging in his eyes.

"Leave my hand, Tom! You’re hurting me!" You struggle twisting your arm. He slightly loosens his grip but still holds on to you.

"What more do you know? What have you father-daughter planned behind this whole wedding facade?!" He spat gritting through his teeth.

"Hey don't go all out on me! I myself didn't know about this until today. He never told me about this secret gang."

He scoffs, raising his eyebrows. "And you want me to believe that?"

"It’s up to you if you want to believe or not but if I would be plotting against you why would I even care to tell you all this?" You pull your hand away "--and this growing hatred inside you I have thousands of times more of that hatred inside me for him" you seethe.

"Then what was the meaning of the whole deal?"

"Well he wanted me to lure you and trick you into writing everything you own including your business to my name and then kill you." Tom is left speechless with your revelation.

"What? Feel the bitter taste of betrayal?" You smirk. "Now you’ll understand what I felt."

"Okay then you guys have fun working out your plan on going against your new enemy while I enjoy my night with some music and drinks." You chirp enthusiastically.

"Now where are you going so late?" Tom sounded tired.

"None of your business"

"Anthony, Michael go with her" He orders two of his men.

"No need, my uber is already waiting outside" saying so you left.

Reaching the club you order some drinks for yourself. You sit on the seat near the counter enjoying the ambience as the bartender hands you a martini. Though it wasn’t like the rave parties you had in NY but you really felt relaxed finally out by yourself after being trapped in that house for two weeks after your wedding which felt like ages.

"You're Y/N right?" You look up to your side to find the red head girl from yesterday.

"And you're the hooker" You quip and she chuckles.

"Yeah I am, it's Sandy by the way." She takes seat beside you. "So where’s your husband?"

"Probably still shouting at his men." You shrug, taking a sip of your drink.

"Not to be prying but what's the deal between you two? It looks like you hate each other's guts"

"Don’t know about him but I definitely do, perhaps after tonight he might start hating me too."

"Then why the hell did you get married?"

"Well honey things don't work like that in the mob. A wedding is just a strategic alliance between two families for their own mutual benefits. We just serve as scapegoats, our fates were sealed together the day we were born" You explain.

"Well that’s some really messed up shit" She sympathizes.

"I know."

"But you can still work it out. You know he isn’t that bad, at least not in bed" She grins cheekily.

"Okay I didn’t need to know that" You chuckle sarcastically.

"You’re really missing a good dick girl, that you can have any time you want and all your life."

"Do I look like a nymphomaniac?’’ You laugh ‘‘-and no doubt he is a dick. He is the reason my innocent boyfriend is dead, I’m stuck here in this stupid marriage and instead of apologizing what does he do? He brings in girls, acting like a slut" You rant.

"You're bothered aren't you?"

"No, why would I be bothered with whom he sleeps?" You stand up from your seat stumbling a little already feeling tipsy.

"-- you know what I'm gonna enjoy today, get drunk and dance my sorrows away." "Everyone in the house tonight’s drinks are on me! Enjoy the free booze!" You screamed. The whole crowd whooped and whistled.

"To my fucked up life!" You shouted, downing a shot.

You made your way to the center of the dance floor and started dancing without any worry about tomorrow. Within seconds you felt two hands around your hips, you turn your head to find a cute boy probably of your age as you continued to dance and grind against him. After a couple of songs you went back to the counter and had some more drinks. You were totally wasted as your vision went blurry and pretty soon everything blacked out.

It feels like a struggle for you to open your eyes as you stir inside the covers. Huh? You squint your eyes open and realize you were actually lying in a bed. You slowly sat up, your head was pounding with last night’s hangover as you groaned holding your head. Your eyes slowly adjusts to your surroundings and you realize that you were indeed back home and in your bedroom. You look down at your body and were shocked to find yourself in just your black strapless bra and underwear.

"You’re up at last." You hurriedly pull the covers up to your chest hearing Tom’s voice.

He walks in a pair of grey sweatpants and a tightly fitted black t-shirt, his biceps bulging out of it. It was really odd to see him in such an informal attire but he looks good, you slapped yourself internally for the last thought.

"What happened last night? How did I get here? And where are my clothes?!" You badgered him with questions.

"Woah slow down, that's a lot of questions at one go and you should be the first one explaining about your reckless behavior last night."

"Why, what did I do?" You frown.

"Oh you really went wild last night. For starters you danced with random blokes and then you drank more and got wasted. And then you took off your dress whilst those drunk bastards did body shots." Your mouth falls agape in shock.

"Wait what? I took off my dress in public?!" You were still in disbelief.

"Yeah and that’s not all” He says with a scoff “You let those twats lick salt and lemon off your body while they did shots. Thanks to Sandy who informed me on time." You rolled your eyes looking away.

"After seeing you being used for body shots things got a little nasty out there and they had to close early."

"What did you do?" You ask anxiously.

"That any man would do seeing his wife being touched by other men." He growls the last bit.

"What do you mean?"

"I made sure they will be in the hospital for a good couple of months." He states rather proudly.

You slap your forehead shaking your head in annoyance. You didn't realize that you had let go off the sheets covering your body giving Tom quite a view which he had missed the other day.

He slowly leans forward, eyeing you up and down lustfully prompting you to back off until your back touched the head board. He crawls towards you further hovering over you reaching his hand out to cup your face.

"You really upset me yesterday Y/N." His voice low as his hand brushes your hair from your shoulder and travels downs to your chest fingertips gently brushing over your rib cage down to the valley of your breasts slightly tugging to the soft material of your bra. You caught hold of his hand to stop him from going down further, he smirks.

"Funny how you allow strangers to touch you, but not me, your husband who has the only right to do it." You kicked his crotch but not too hard.

"Bloody hell!!" He groaned as you tackled him down bringing yourself on top straddling him. You were far gone from feeling self conscious, sitting on top of him in just your undergarments.

"Well the thing is I don't take you as my husband." You sneer narrowing your eyes. "And the last time I checked, you don't trust me."

"Well I never trusted you on the first place and you proved it last night quite nicely for the reason why” He says. “but honey I'm not letting you go so easily."

"After a lot of thought I actually think you could be a perfect leverage for me" He then goes to press his hand to your lower stomach "Moreover if you were with my child I guess grandpa Victor will certainly agree to some negotiations" He ticked his jaw with a devilish grin. You flare your nostrils fuming at his audacity.

"I would rather be barren than let you father my child and give him/her this cursed life." You seeth. Tom seemed a little hurt by your words of how you think he's going to be a terrible father but he masked it with his usual cocky self.

"Truth be told princess I love to be on top and in control but for a change you really look so pretty on top, can't imagine how beautiful you'll look while you ride my dick" He says tracing your jawline with his fingers. You swat his hand away.

"You're such a piece of shit!" You snap getting off him. He gets up chuckling and leaves the room as you quickly get off the bed and run to the bathroom.

Undressing yourself from the leftover clothes you ran a warm shower, the warm water quickly relaxing your muscles. You smelt of sweat, alcohol and cigarettes which made you feel dirty. You squirted some body wash and lathered your body with it before washing it off. Then you washed your hair with shampoo.

You take your time before drying yourself off and walk out of the bathroom busy fixing your towel and bumped into Tom. His large hands held your arms steadying you meanwhile your towel loosens and falls off your body. You both looked at each other in shock.

Tom stands there like a statue gaping at you, eyes lingering from top to bottom of your exposed body; ‘man you have a goddess like body’ he thought as beads of water trickled down your wet hair. You finally come back to your senses then it suddenly hit you that you were standing completely naked.

"What the fuck!! Tom close your eyes!!!" You shriek out quickly bending down to grab the towel and cover yourself. Hearing you scream Harrison came barging in your room.

"What happened mate?" Out of instinct Tom lunges forward and embraces you tightly blocking you from anyone's view.

"Harrison! Get the fuck out of here!"

"Oh I'm sorry bruh. Didn't know you were busy." He cackles turning around. Some of his other men also came rushing in thinking something happened, leading to a total chaotic situation in the room.

"Yes, who else is left to join the party you are cordially invited!" You yell frustrated.

Tom is still guarding you as he yells sharply. "Get out of here you bloody morons!"

When everyone is finally out of the room Tom steps back as you stand at your place clutching on to your towel, both of you looking away from each other. After a few awkward moments of silence Tom finally speaks up.

"That was quite a spectacular view, you have kept things quite perked up I see." He says playfully. And that was enough to get on your nerves.

"You!!!" You glower taking the vase you found near you in your hand to hurl it at him. He steps back a little, raising his hands defensively.

"Careful love! That cost me thousands of dollars, though I don't have any shortage of money but still don't want a lovely art to go to waste just to appease your anger on your piece of shit husband" He snickers breaking into a laugh and runs out of the room leaving you fuming.

"Son of a bitch! Uggh!!" You stomp your feet keeping back the vase at its place. Your phone dinged and you went to check, it was a message from William.

W : Good news

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unsolved (spencer reid x reader)

a/n: i was watching buzzfeed unsolved when i came up with this idea so enjoy. also i know it’s not exactly right but i didn’t feel like going back and watching the ep so.

warning: swearing, talk of cases, and sexual innuendos

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“Hi, Welcome to Buzzfeed Unsolved! We’re your host Ryan and Shane.”

I sat in a spin by chair between the two, my legs crisscrossed as I spun as fast as I could with Shane picking at arm.

“This is (Y/N)-“ when I heard my name I dramatically grabbed Ryan’s arm chair, smiling at the camera “a good friend of ours.”

“I had never spoken to either of them before today,” I spoke directly into the camera, the widest smile on my face when Shane gasped.

“She exposed us!” He pointed an accusing finger at me, Ryan slowly reaching out and grabbing his hand.

“We need her for this case,” Ryan spoke mysteriously, as if he was in a mob of some sort.

“Yeah why is that?” I rested my elbow on the chair, placing my chin in my open hand as I looked between the two.

I would normally be shoved in the corner of my desk trying to avoid another weird product video. I didn’t want to wear another weight blanket that made me almost fall to the floor.

“We are doing a case today and from the gossip around the office, you’d be pretty familiar with it,” Ryan said nothing more as he held a picture up to the camera.

I looked to the viewfinder, my eyes going wide as I recognized the mugshot immediately.

“That’s the Reaper!” I pointed at the picture, grabbing Ryan’s wrist so I could get a better look.

“Is that your boyfriend or something?” Shane added, looking over my shoulder at the picture in my hand.

“No, the BAU worked in this case!”

I didn’t know my intense knowledge of BAU cases would make it around the office, but I suppose when you have a printed article of you standing with Agent Gideon and Hotchner word moves fast.

“You actually know a lot about BAU cases from what I hear,” Ryan almost smirked at me and I was close to attacking him.

“Yeah-“ I turned to the camera, thinking I should explain myself before people thought I was crazy “so when I was young my mother had a stalker.”

The room suddenly went from light and breezy to scary and stuffy, something I hated.

“Anyways, when my mother died he disappeared into thin air. I then got an internship here at Buzzfeed and suddenly I was being mailed pictures of myself.”

I felt Shane give a knee a quick squeeze, which made me smile but I said nothing about it.

“It is really bad, I’m not going into detail, that the FBI got involved. Gideon was my savior that day, Hotchner too. Since then I’ve kept up with their cases and Gideon still sends me letters even after he left,” I finished my story, smiling down at the case file Ryan held between his fingers.

“Enough sad story, let’s talk about murder!” I clapped my hand, Shane laughing at my excitement.

“Okay, before we get started with this video I would like to clarify this isn’t a normal unsolved case. While the case was pinned to a murderer, the real unsolved piece is what happened to him,” Ryan got into character, slowly opening the folder and reading off the first words.

“On June 5th, 1996, Tom Shaunessy was called to investigate a murder in Boston. It was a couple, laided into their chair with multiple gun shots to their head and torso-“

“Wait, in the car in Boston?” Shane asked.

“That’s what I just read,” Ryan replied.

I smiled to myself, already knowing the editing that would take place with the black screen and the blue and yellow words floating across.

“Isn't Boston super busy?”

“It has like 700 thousand people,” I spoke up, wondering what color my words would be in.

“How do you just know that?” Ryan looked over his shoulder at me, his eyebrows raised.

“If you saw the article I was currently writing you would understand,” I shrugged, moving in the chair so I could get a better look at the case file.

Ryan coughed, looking back down at the file to continue.

“When another set of murders came in, this time an older couple, Shaunessy, panicked as he found the first victim, Harry Goodwill, watching at the scene.”

“That was his signature,” I held a hand up like a child in class, smiling as I already knew what came next.

“Bingo!” Ryan pointed to me, smiling at my excitement.

“When this happened again, this time alone woman, Shaunessy called in the BAU-“

“You mean the love of (Y/N) life,” Shane cut in, smiling when I hit his shoulder.

“If you saw a picture of them you’d be in love too,” I shrugged, not thinking much about my words.

“Agent Aaron Hotchner joined the team and worked closely on this case with Shaunessy.”

“So this man just texted the FBI,” Shane started laughing before he could get his words out.

“I’m pretty sure there are rules,” Ryan looked over at Shane, looking at me when we tried to understand why he was laughing.

“I’m sorry, death shouldn’t be this funny,” Shane took a breath, making a hand motion for Ryan to continue. I started laughing at that, keeping it low so Ryan could continue.

“After 18 murders, there were no leads. The only consistent thing was he mostly killed couples and he left an item from his last victim at the crime scene. The BAU conducted that he was most likely killing the couple because of his own failed marriage or possibly one close to him.”

“So he started killing because he hated to love? I bet he hates Valentine’s Day,” Shane shrugged, his smile breaking across his face when I spoke up.

“Nah, he seems more like a Halloween type guy,” I shrugged, laughing when Ryan hit his elbow on the table.

“Okay okay, back to the good stuff,” I pointed at the file, laughing when Ryan rolled his eyes.

“Now victims 19 and 20 is where the story starts to twist. Amanda Bertram and George Foyet-“ I shivered at the name “we attacked by the Reaper.”

“Did you say attacked?”

“Yes, while Amanda Bertram was killed in the struggle Foyet manages to survive with serious injuries.”

“So this dude just accidentally forgets to kill him?” Shane almost yelled, reaching for the file to read himself but Ryan moved it back.

“He saw the ghost of Valentine and just ran,” I played on the joke earlier, which made the two laugh.

“The heart-shaped boxes of chocolate really made him shit himself,” Ryan barely got the words out, his laugh slowly turning into a cough.

“We shouldn’t joke about a murderer when we don’t know his whereabouts,” I laughed along.

“Wait, you’re telling me they lost him!”

“Yep,” I popped the “p”, smiling when Shane looked to Ryan who only shrugged,

“You’ll have to wait and see.” Was all he said before he continued the case.

“After this no new leads were found, it was later discovered that The Boston Reaper sent Shaunessy a note that if the investigation was shut now he would stop killing,” Ryan read the words off.

“I bet he ended the letter with “xoxo from your worst nightmare” with a lipstick stain,” I spoke without thinking, covering my mouth when I realized what I said.

“Oh he’d definitely come at you now,” Shane pointed at me, wiggling his eyebrows in the process.

“No way! The BAU will save me,” I shrugged, smiling as I imagined the team busting in the door at the last minute like they always did.

“Oh yeah the one dude, what’s his name,” Ryan started snapping his fingers as he thought over his words “Sp-“

“Spencer Reid!” I practically yelled the name, my smile only growing large at the mention of the handsome Doctor from the BAU team. While he didn’t work my case, I heard a little about him and he called my house phone trying to reach Hotch.

To say I was infatuated would be a small understatement.

“Him?” Ryan pointed at him, smiling wider at me.

“Who is this Reid boy and what are his intentions?” Shane folded his arms on the table like a father, looking between Ryan and I.

“I hope it's dirty,” I blurted out, covering my mouth again as I looked at the camera.

“Cut that out,” I started laughing when I heard Shane wheezing beside me.

“No we’re keeping that, that was quality content,�� Ryan was laughing, pushing my chair slightly as I slowly joined in.

“I’m so grateful he works a busy job and will never see this,” I started coughing, which made Shane pat my back.

“Please take the obsession back to murder, please and thank you,” I nodded to the case file once everyone has calmed down.

“Okay okay, the cast went cold after that. No new murders ever appeared and the BAU left the case.”

“Spencer went to (Y/N)’s house,” Shane commented quickly.

“Until 2009 when a murder took place right outside of Boston, a couple killed on a hill. While this seemed like nothing at first, an eye was painted on the side of the door and glasses were found on the victim’s face. The glasses belong to Foyet,” Ryan read in his special voice.

“So the dude got bored and was like “Fuck my promise”?” Shane looked between both of us.

“Let him finish,” I patted Shane shoulder, looking at the file again.

“It was later announced to the public that Shaunessy was dead,” Ryan read, looking at Shane with raised eyebrows.

“Ohh, you should have led with that!”

Ryan rolled his eyes, going back to the file in front of him.

“Hotchner took up the case with his BAU team-”

“Spencer had to leave (Y/N)’s house early to get there in time,' ' Shane pushed my shoulder, my finger slowly starting to play with the little ring on my finger.

“I wish,” I spoke up, smiling at Shane when he shook his head.

“The team quickly gathered all the information possible, slowly putting the eye signature on the car with the sign off on the letter.”

“He didn’t sign it xoxo?” Shane asked, I shook my head sadly.

“Sorry to get your hopes up,” I spoke gravely, my mask cracking when Shane started smiling.

“I was readying for him to sign A like that show!”

I started laughing, my hand covering my mouth as Ryan tried to explain the show he was talking about.

“Why do they have to be pretty liars, am I pretty when I lie?”

“No,” I said the words so seriously I was shocked with myself. We all three started laughing suddenly.

I hadn’t been at Buzzfeed long, I had only made a few friends and I pretty much got dragged into the video when they needed a test dummy. This was my first video that didn’t make me want to rip my eyes out, I actually was having a great time with Ryan and Shane with the jokes and all.

“Okay,” Ryan coughed, finally reading the file again,” Many tried to brush it off as a copycat but Agent Hotchner refused to drop the case.”

“That’s my bestie,” I smiled, remembering the photo I had with him when the local news decided to take pictures of us standing outside the station. The photo was awkward and I doubt he even remembered my case but I didn’t really care.

“Then a few hours later an older couple, Arthur and Diane Lanessa, were found stabbed and shot. When the earlier victim, Nina Hale, was found on Diane's wrist, people started to worry.”

“Wait I thought he left the one dude glasses, who is still weird to me,” Shane spoke up again.

“That’s what I’m saying! He had his glasses yet he’s a copycat? Cops can be so stupid,” I rambled, still pissed about that to this day.

“The BAU split up to find Foyet, who went into hiding after his attack, to get more details. Agent Hotchner and Agent David Rossi found him staying in a house in Boston.”

“Why would you stay in Boston?” Ryan was the one to speak this time, his nose scrunched up as he thought it over.

“Right, like yes I almost died here let me stay,” Shane mocked Foyet, which made me laugh.

“Later that night The Reaper boarded a busy bus and killed the occupants of it. Many had theories on why he changed his MO but nobody will confirm or deny.”

“I think he was made at Hotch,” I spoke up. I had thought about this alot.

“Why do you think that?”

“He didn’t quite like Shaunessy, I don’t blame Shaunessy, but still. He stuck around even when he could have walked away,” I crossed my arms, slightly proud of my theory.

“You think he gave the same deal?”

“You don’t?” I looked at Ryan, his arms shrugging before he went back to the case.

“There was a cryptic message left on the side the bus along with the Reaper eye,”

“Cryptic message? Is this real?”

“Unfortunately,” I nodded, looking back to Ryan as he spoke.

“The BAU managed to decipher the code into a line of Foyet addresses-”

“Spender did it!”

“And how would you know?” Shane looked to me, raising his eyebrow at me with a little smirk.

“Because he had an eidetic memory and has an IQ of 187,” I spoke proudly, as if I actually knew the person I was talking about. Okay maybe I searched them on the internet one too many times.

“How do you know that?” Ryan asked, laughing at me now.

“Google,” I shrugged, laughing when Shane looked up from his hands.

“What does he even look like?” I held up my finger, fishing my phone out of my back pocket. I quickly unlocked it, placing my thumb print and moving on, and tapped the searched bar. I quickly typed in his name, thankful it didn’t pop up in purple because I couldn’t handle that much teasing.

“Here,” I placed the phone on the table, laughing when Shane moved closer.

“He has a Wikipedia,” Shane looked over his shoulder at Ryan and I, speaking like a kid on Christmas.

“You both have Wikipedia,” I shrugged, not seeing the appeal of the whole life on display.

“You don’t,” Shane pointed out. I jokily pouted, acting all sad as I looked up to the ceiling.

“We can make you one,” Ryan patted my shoulder laughing when I smiled.

“Can we say I’m married to Doctor Spencer Reid?”

Both nodded at the same time, my hand going over my hand and I laugh at their telekinesis response.

“Okay finished this case so (Y/N) and I can stalk Mr. Reid,” Shane patted Ryan shoulder and I lightly smiled to myself.

He seemed like nothing but I finally made some friends, I mean friends I could talk to outside of work.

“Once they arrived at Foyet house they found gallons of blood pulled from the back of the house.”

“So they killed him?”

“Just wait,” I held my finger up, smiling when Shane deflated slightly.

“Multiple police were attacked, even Derek Morgan with the BAU. The specific are not out to the public but a nurse claimed that The Reaper stole Morgan credentials,” Ryan read off the paper, smiling when Shane gasped.

“That’s insane, this case is insane!”

I laughed along with Ryan, all of ours eye scanning over the paper now and we waited for the next bit of information.

“After looking over past cases filed, the BAU were confused on why The Reaper would kill Foyet. Their tech analysis did research to induce that Foyet had multiple aliases, claimed he had them to feel safe from The Reaper, actually had multiple assault charges, and his parents were killed when he was six.”

“Oh my, he killed them didn’t he!” Ryan and I both nodded, Shane’s hands flying up to his hair as he looked between us.

“It was him the whole time! No way!”

“That’s what I said,'' I looked into the camera for the first time in awhile, it felt nice and easy with them. The video was coming easy unlike trying to do awkward yoga poses with strangers.

“They managed to trace everything back to Foyet, concluding he was The Reaper. After more research, Foyet’s phone was tracked to Roy Colson's house. A journalist would recently wrote an article on The Reaper.``

“This feels like a Scooby-Doo mission at this point,” Shane sounded out of breath, looking to the camera with wide eyes.

“We got some work to do now!” I jokily sang the theme song, making the two laugh lightly before moving on to the end of the case.

“The local police arrest Foyet at the house, Colson thankful survived. Foyet was taken to prison immediately after arrest.”

“I thought they lost him?”

“If you don’t let him finish,” I joked, Shane laughed as we finally let Ryan finish.

“Foyet was found in his cell later throwing up blood and convulsions. As being rushed to the hospital, the ambulance was ambushed and Foyet escaped. No more information has been released on the whereabouts of Foyet.”

“They really lost him!”

Shane was in shock at the discovery, my hand covering my mouth quickly before I answered.

“I bet he’s working for the FBI, they hire people when they’re too dangerous.” I tried my best to be serious about the theory but I knew my smile was peaking thought.

“He’s probably the BAU’s personal hitman!”

I laughed with Ryan, my chair had slowly moved closer to his as I kept leaning to see the case file.

“Where do you think Foyet it?”Ryan spoke into the camera, talking to the people that would watch this in a few weeks.

“I think (Y/N) should call her smarty-pants husband and ask,” Shane spit out his last joke before the video ended.

“Yeah, Doctor Spencer Reid please call me with information about the case.” I pointed into the camera like Uncle Sam and winked dramatically.

“He doesn’t have your number,” Ryan reminded me. I let my finger fall, thinking over my words before I pointed back at the camera.

“Email my business email,” I nodded. Shane and Ryan both hit my shoulder. both hands going to my arm to cover them.

“Say bye to our favorite guest ever,” Ryan waved in my face.

“Bye!”

I laughed as the video played on my laptop, laughing when my voice was replaced with light green words floating on the screen. I scrolled down lightly, reading a bunch of comments. I smiled when most were asking if I would ever be on another Unsolved.

My phone went off beside me, my hand reaching for it as I paused the video and moved to my email. I was waiting for an email about an article I was writing and I couldn’t stop hitting refresh.

Shane: i’ve seen two ship edits of (y/n) and spencer reid on my instagram already

Ryan: i saw an edit of shane fall out a chair

I laughed at the messages, the group chat the three of us had formed titled “The Reapers Bitches” never stopped as we had grown a close bond.

I heard the little ding from my laptop, also most screaming when I slammed the refresh button and screamed when I saw an email with a little unread dot beside it.

I didn’t think twice, pushing the email and reading over it quickly.

From: [email protected]

Hello, this is Doctor Spencer Reid with the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I recently saw a video of you mentioning me and my team about a case we worked on a few years back. While I legally can’t share any details with you in this case, I would be open to speaking with others. Please email me back!

I was going to scream, maybe cry, maybe both at this point. I read the email two or three more times, trying to comprehend what I just read.

He did see, shit he did see it. I heard my phone going off beside me, my hand picking it up and typing without reading what they were saying before.

Me: Spencer Fucking Reid just emailed me

I let my phone fall to my lap, reading the email one more time.

“Thank you Buzzfeed Unsolved,” I whispered under my breath.

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spidey-sophie · 4 years

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♡ Soph's Masterlist ♡

* indicates smut, minors pls dni!

TOM HOLLAND ONE-SHOTS

♡ Slow Down * [neighbor!Tom x reader] |2.6k|

Summary: “Oh my God, Y/N, you are so beautiful,” he said, so innocently yet again so hot. “I’m sorry, what?” but you heard him very well. It’s just that you needed to hear him say that again. You had no idea how was your heart still beating. You felt it in your chest, your throat, toes and down there. Especially down there.

♡ Press Play * [actor!Tom x reader] |2.8k|

Summary: “Promise me you won’t laugh and you won’t think I’m weird if this doesn’t turn you on or makes you uncomfortable. Please?” Finally you turned back to him while he was laying on his back, looking at you.“I already think you’re weird, so I don’t think my opinion on you can change that easily.” “Very funny, Tom. Okay, here it is - I think that it would be kind of hot if we, uhm, recorded ourselves while doing it,” you laid it out for him, talking fast as to get it out of you in one go.

♡ Tangled In The Sheets * [actor!exboyfriend!Tom x reader; exes to lovers] |5.6k|

Summary: You were the one who told him it didn’t mean that you guys were back together. “I agree,” he said as his lips reached for the weak spot on your neck, “it’s just for the fun of it.”

♡ Curiosity Bit The Cat * [actor!Tom x reader; Halloween AU] |5.8k|

Summary: On the biggest Halloween party of the year you meet a mystery guy dressed as Spider-Man. You haven’t even seen his face, but somehow you just can’t get enough of him.

♡ Spyke Of Pleasure * [spy!Tom x spy!reader] |9.1k|

Summary: It was hard keeping your little meetings a secret. You were surrounded with secret agents and spies so you had to be very careful. But somehow you both managed to remain undetected. Until recently, when Tom developed a certain habit.

♡ Red Light * [mob!Tom x stripper!reader] |12.2k|

Summary: Every night there are a variety of customers. But this night is different. As you’re doing your usual dance routine, you notice the hottest guy you’ve seen in a while, and he is looking back at you, his eyes are burning your skin way more than the blaring stage lights. Who is this man and why do you feel this way? It’s almost like you’re doing this dance for him and his eyes only.

♡ Unlatched * [ceo!Tom x pa!reader; enemies to lovers] |12.3k|

Summary: From the moment Tom got promoted and became your boss, you knew exactly the type he was. You hate everything about him. But the thing that you hate the most is the fact how good he looks while being an absolute nightmare. You decide to make his special day just as miserable as yours was. But, what will happen if he finds out?

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Misunderstood | T. Lee

Pairings- Ten Lee x Reader

Genre- Angst, slight fluff,

Warning(s)- Character death.

Word count- 1.88k

Type- requestedddd

It was a whole cat and mouse game at the beginning.

You know how it's always portrayed that all cats and mice despise each other? Well maybe it's because the friend and foe never really go together since they indulge in a much predator and prey relationship. That's how you and Ten's blooming relation started.

Just like any other fable, or the famous cartoon, might as well be a life lesson, Tom and Jerry; Ten and you never got along. You weren't meant to get along. After all, which super agency's top sniper would befriend a wild criminal? Apparently you did. You'd always find yourself letting Ten off the hook each time in the last minute. The lad was fun to have around. And just like any other untold truth of the behinds of a story, the mice in your story was also only just a misunderstood soul. Ten was more than what he portrayed himself to be.

Chasing Ten and catching him, the first glimpse was your mission. Bringing him back to the headquarters dead or alive was your mission. To turn a deaf ear to anything and everything he'd let out was your mission. To heartlessly end him if he pulled a smart stunt was your mission. But having him voice out his thought processes and you gladly listening to the entirety of it was most definitely not your mission.

You'd been known as the top all rounder sniper of your agency, one for your amazing skills, two for your ability to make ends meet, and three for being a kind soul yet thick skulled if the situation called for it. Your boss, the head, of course ended up assigning a very confusing mission to you as, for the matter of fact, were a very trusted pawns of his. It was intriguing yet confusing because you weren't given much insights on why you're asked to serve summons on him.

Ten on the other hand was to this point, tired of running. Hurt. Wounded by having to bear the weights of his family when all he'd wanted was to lead a normal life of his own. To not wake up in cold sweat, fearing for whether his days would shorten the next second. To make it until arvo without anyone, or anything hot on his trail. To make his way back home from his work space; a small corner dance studio where he'd teach the one's who'd not be able to afford trying to learn at those fancy known dance studios who charged way more than what's required, without having someone tackle him to the floor. To sleep after supper without having to wake up every other minute, paranoid whether one of those people trailed him back home and somehow managed to sneak in.

"He's still watching ,you know?" Ten rasped out loud enough for only the two of you to hear his voice which helped you step out of the cloud of guilt for what you were about to do.

You, just as assigned, started immediately. Still confused, of course. The boy seemed little to not harmless at all. But nevertheless, you went about it. Watching the boy feed stray animals on the way, smile brightly at passerby's, buy a drink or two for the hungered on the pathway, keep the dangered ones accompany on a night walk, he seemed like a moral, ideal member for the lacking society, nothing like the heartless murderer he'd been described to be.

"I know, b..but i can't, Ten" you sigh out, shutting your lids tight to clear up your blurred vision.

He seemed to be the only calm in the chaotic, messed up world you lived in. Now obviously, you did try catching him each time only to let him go, thinking of all those out in the streets and beyond waiting for their daily dose of hope in this dark realm. And to keep a close eye on the said predator, of course.

Finding him crouched down by the alley turn towards his usual workplace, you found it a little heartbreaking to continue heartlessly end him. He seemed so.. vulnerable, broke, and nothing like the walking sunshine he'd been since the beginning of your mission and definitely nothing of that of a murderer. He seemed just like the misunderstood feline in all fables who are usually portrayed as the predator and heartless and only wanting to fulfill their needs type. But much matured and smart you'd finally, spiritually understand the personality of the character, hurt, scared, 'does want to care and show it to all but scared to be misjudged again is what they really are.

"Oh? That most definitely wasn't how you felt when you'd first initially pointed the same rifle at me, remember?" Ten chuckles from in front of you, still in the uncomfortable, cornered, back pressed to the brick wall with your left arm on his chest the other pointing straight to the middle of his skull. His retort making you let out an airy, shaky laugh of your own.

The first time you'd done it, your eyes were fueled with determination, you'd get this done and there would be nothing bold enough to dare stop you, except Ten, he was bold enough apparently. "That department store just got mobbed and you're going to stand with a stupid toy gun pointed at me who's not proven guilty of anything? Seems right enough for me that you work as a puppet for that messed up government," your eyes widen at his statement, turning back to see nothing but a tranquil customer filled store, turning back to the lad to find him out of sight. Ten lee had relatively gotten much more experienced and better and running out of sight, "Ten, You drive me crazy," you speak through gritted teeth.

"You were the first one to outrun me, you know?" you lean closer, only to hear your colleagues get their own weapons off safety and ready to fire any second,

"Now, isn't that why you're so drawn to me? Your work would've been so much more boring if it weren't for me, if anything, you're welcome." Ten replied smugly, proud of all his interactions too absurd to be categorized as normal, nevertheless the few of moments in his life that makes him happy thinking back at it. "Tsk," you slightly pout, feeling your eyes glaze over the nth time that night, this would all soon fade into memory and for what? For the fact that no one was ever ready to listen to the wrongly framed.

"Is the target acting hard to surrender, Agent 02?" you hear from your in ear piece, immediately responding with the most stable voice you could muster, "No, Sire, not at all," you reply, "Then why is it taking you so long, Ms. Y/l/n?"

"It's time, isn't it?" Ten asked with a sad smile on his face. All the days of running were finally coming to an end yet he felt like that wouldn't make up to all his lost days. Yes, he was more than grateful to you. For showing something humane exists where no one ever tried caring for what the other does or says. He liked that, though with the choice of path or career that called for some serious human emotion control, you nevertheless wanted to remain human. Ground to earth, and kind enough to valid his feelings. Valid his existence. Valid him and not see him as a target of any sort.

"I don't want to, Ten. I could try explaining this to them-but-"

"But they aren't like you, they work for those on a higher post and won't stop even when given a solid reason to and you know that better than anyone else," Ten explained rather calmly.

"Yes, but you don't deserve this.." You let your voice waver, finally, gripping the deadly weapon tightly, mindful to keep your fingers away from the trigger, "Agent 02, pull the trigger when I count down to 1." you flinch at the sudden voice interrupting the intimate moment between you and your now, friend.

"15.."

"I shouldn't have accepted the tasks, then i wouldn't have had to be the one doing this, and i wouldn't have had to meet you, and right now, at this moment, more than anything, I wish i'd never met you," You scramble through your words to form coherent sentences and the stipulated time you're given,

Ten laughs out a closed mouth laugh, "14.."

"Really? But i don't wish so," He hums, closing his eyes to fully indulge in your warmth. The same familiar warmth that embraced him during one of the most vulnerable nights of his life. The same warmth that kept him company on each day following all while still radiating coldness of suspicion, "13.." which slowly but surely turned into nothing but warmth all after uncoiling what most before you didn't even bother to, "12.."

"It's not that I wish i didn't meet you, it's just i wish we'd met in different circumstances," One where you wouldn't have to go for all the cat and mouse chase all over again, where he'd be, "11.." a normal bachelor and you'd be one too, who'd oh so much in a cliché manner meet at a café,

"Well, we don't get everything we wish for now, do we?" His voice sounded so exhausted, yet, no hints of fear or despise or cruelty shone through. Just exhaustion, and maybe a bit of….relief? "10.."

"Ten, we still have a chance. I can still give it a..-"

"Y/n, look at me."

"You being ready enough, human enough to study me thoroughly before conclusion has been more than enough for me to prove that humanity still exists, that listener still exists. And I wouldn't want anyone, rather you put an end to this little game of ours,``''9.."

"You need to do nothing else other than stay the same, " he started once again, this time, finally allowing his vulnerability to shine through his voice, "8..", "And to do the same you'd done with me with all those potential targets of your people," "But Ten, just-" "7.."

"It's either you or me, doll. Your helpers there look more than ready to shoot any betrayer," "Then so be it! But i can't.. I can't get myself to- I love you, i car-" "6.."

"There. The only words that were left for me to hear," "5.."

"Your people seem generous enough to let me go in this much of a, how do I put it? Grand.. Way?" "Ten I've got 5 seconds to change my mind, I can do something you know?-"

"Y/n, my love. You're making this hard for both of us, so.. "

He did the said stunt move your head had warned you about, swiftly shifting your positions so that you were the one pressed against the unbelievably uncomfortable wall making your eyes widen, words "I love you too, doll" and "Fire!" mixed together, all you could see the next moment was a small smile on the lads face, red seeping through the material of his white hoodie before his now lifeless body slouched and fell right in front of you.

The misunderstood had been deprived of their life once again.

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peterspideyy · 4 years

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partners in crime - tom holland x reader

status- finished

summary - you and tom are both agents for the fbi. despite your past with each other, you’re both put on a undercover mission to catch the most dangerous mob group ever. how can you both handle this case, despite how much you hate each other?

warnings - swear words, blood, violence, angst, guns, fluff

when there are italics it’s a flashback!

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chapter 6

chapter 7

chapter 8

chapter 9

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imaginesmai · 4 years

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Mob!Tom Holland - Fawn (8)

Shout out for the anon who asked me about college reader x Tom, please answer my question!

This is inspired by Don’t play with fire , @peaceisadirtyword. It’s an amazing Ivar fic, take a look if you have time! Previous parts in the general summary. Click here to read the previous parts!

Plot: The options are clear now; you either tell Tom the truth and risk him hating you, or you don’t and you keep putting him in danger. And more than ever, you’re sure you want what’s best for Tom.

“Lisa, I know you’re staring” you broke the silence, not bothering to turn around and watch her pretend she hadn’t been looking. “Quit it already, please”

The photocopier beeped in the background, finishing another round of blueprints for your last project. You were still looking at them in the computer, and had been doing so for at least an hour. It was hard to focus when half of your face was throbbing constantly and you were afraid that the slightest movement would tear the stiches on your forehead. The emergency doctor said that you might find some difficulties in focusing with the concussion, and he hadn’t been wrong.

“I’m not staring” Lisa scoffed from her spot behind you. “I was just – looking over there”

“To the wall or to the empty desks?” you scoffed. “I can feel you staring. Stop”

“Well, if I was staring, which I’m not, it wouldn’t be my fault” you heard the wheeled chair moving, and Lisa appeared on your right. “You’ve cracked your head open, half of your face is black and purple, and you won’t tell me why. I have reasons”

“And I have already told you that I fell down the stairs yesterday”

The lie felt sour on your tongue, the same way as when you had said it in front of the doctor last night. The middle aged man that had been in charge of the emergency room had given you a pointed glare, but hadn’t argued when stitching your head or applying some sticky cream on your cheek.

He had ignored the tear tracks on your face and you guessed it had to do with Richard specifically asking for him when you walked past the hospital’s door. Your boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, had sat with you out of pure fear of you saying anything, and then had left you on your house without an apology.

You had spent the whole night awake staring at the ceiling, too hurt to cry and too shocked to do anything else. You tried to say to yourself that it hadn’t been Richard’s intention, that he had only wanted to slap you – your head hitting the counter and needing ten stitches wasn’t his fault. But not even your naïve self could believe it anymore.

“I just want to help, if I can” Lisa propped up against your table, leaning her head on her elbows and looking at you. “I’m not – good at friends, and stuff. But you’re my friend, and friends help each other, right?”

“Of course we’re friends” you turned to look at her and chose to ignore the side glance she gave to the other side of your face. “But really, it was just an accident. Nothing more”

“But if you were having any problems, you would tell me, right?”

“Why do you say that?” you frowned. Lisa shuddered and looked behind you, to the big window that lead to the street. She was quiet for a while, and you remembered that Lisa was much more intelligent that people gave her credit for. “Lisa”

“I just – I’ve met guys like Richard before, and they are all the same” she shrugged again, not meeting your eyes. “They are all fancy smiles and sweet kisses until you do something they don’t like and they become, you know, who they really are”

You looked at the girl in front of you and wondered what had happened in her life to make her say that. It occurred to you that you were mildly lucky – after all, it had only been Richard. But she talked as if she had met a lot of ‘Richard’s in her life. You were dying to ask her what she meant by that, but with a quick squeeze on your shoulder and a sad smile, she wheeled the chair back to her place and started typing in the computer. There were other two girls and a boy on the studio, all of them unaware of your conversation; just two people who had started hanging out together lately.

None of them had asked for your face, and that meant that Lisa was far away from the idea you first had of her. You turned back to your work with a small, painful smile. If something good had come out of Richard, it was your friendship with her.

Your mind went on her own accord to the other good thing, to Tom. You hadn’t talked to him since yesterday, and you really hoped not running into him any times soon. One thing was the small bruise you had had on your cheek because of the incident with Claudio, and the other was your face because of Richard. And if he had shot coldblooded to those men, you didn’t want to know what would happen to Richard.

Or more like, you didn’t want to know what would happen to you once he found out the whole truth. The poor excuse about not really doing it willingly or not giving information was becoming old, and the more time it went by, the more guilty you felt.

You were brought out of your thoughts when your phone vibrated in your desk, the screen lighted up. Your breath picked up when a message appeared, afraid it was Richard. But then you picked up the phone and saw the message.

Tom H [10:13]: Hey fawn

Your mouth fell open when you opened the conversation and saw Tom’s contact staring back at you. His photo was some weird selfie with that blonde bartender, Harrison, you had met the first night, although you couldn’t see them right. Still in a haze, you clicked on the contact info and started at the photo. Tom Holland wasn’t the scary mobster that had shot men without blinking, but a boy with squeezed eyes, a big smile and with a cap backwards, leaning on Harrison’s shoulder.

You went back to the conversation and saw that Tom had sent himself a message when you had given him your phone; not that you had had time to think about it.

Tom H [10:13]: Hope you’re not mad? Cause I’m freaking like a teenager whose crush hasn’t texted him after a fight

You snorted a laugh and quickly covered it with your hand, not wanting anyone in your business. Lisa had gone to the other side of the room to make a phone call, and one of the girls was attending someone. Not seeing any risks, you made yourself comfortable and took the phone with both of your hands.

Y/N [10:13]: should I be?

Tom H [10:14]: Is that a tricky question? I’m not good at this things

Y/N [10:14]: no, I’m not mad 😂

Y/N [10:14]: shouldn’t you be doing something mobsty? Like stealing candies from little kids

Tom H [10:14]: I’m the type of guy who gives them, sorry to disappoint

Tom H [10:14]: omg that sounded so bad

Tom H [10:14]: How do you delete a message

Y/N [10:14]: too late, I’m reporting it to the police

Y/N [10:14]: if any FBI agent is reading this pls arrest him

Tom H [10:15]: Wouldn’t you like to see me in handcuffs, fawn

You bit your lip as you thought of an answer, momentarily forgetting the throbbing of your face. It was easy, when all that occupied your mind was Tom. Tom, and his cheeky smile that you could almost see through the phone. Tom, and his intoxicating smell that you could never get tired of. Tom, and the warm fuzzy feeling you got whenever you were with him.

Conversation flowed quickly easily between the two of you, with lots of teasing, jokes and smiles. It helped you to forget about Richard, as it always happened when you were with him. Each message that Tom sent you made you reaffirm in your decision of the previous night; you had to cut off any kind of contact with Richard, had to keep him as far away as you could from you, and maybe ask Tom if he would like to catch coffee with you.

The last part, in some way, made your whole day.

Lisa had made her way to you once more, that time much more less discreet. On your lunch break, which you had almost missed talking to Tom and not doing any work at all, she had occupied your desk at the café on the other side of the street. It had been the only free desk, so with a resigned sigh that showed that you didn’t want to, you sat by her side. Immediately, and not even looking a bit ashamed, she folded everything she had been ‘working’ on and put her laptop away on her bag. Which was an horrible bright yellow colour, and was hard to ignore from the other side of the desk.

You ordered your usual lunch package; a sandwich, an apple and a water bottle, using the discount people on your business had from proximity. She kept quiet as Rosie, the young girl who served you, asked you about your life in general. She gave your bruise a discreet glance, and you dismissed her by saying it had been your clumsy self. Rosie didn’t say anything else, and left to serve other tables after a few minutes.

Just as you were about to take the first bite of your sandwich, Lisa opened her mouth of non-ending comments.

“Who have you been texting all morning?” Lisa propped her elbows on the desk, and raised a brow. “Because I’ve never seen you so distracted before. Was it a lover I should know about? Finally dumped Richard and you didn’t tell me?”

If anything, what she said only made you feel worse. It wasn’t as if she was just telling you that she knew Richard had done it, but it still hit close home. You weren’t talking to a new lover, but to Tom. Although you didn’t know where did you stand with him, because what you felt when you were with him wasn’t the same as when you were with a friend.

You wondered what was the answer to the last question. Technically, the last words you had said to him were that you wanted to break up, and you still held your ground – you doubted you were going to change it. But that inner voice that had been your loyal friend since you met Tom told you that things with Richard weren’t over yet.

“Uh, I was just texting Tom” you shrugged. Lisa already knew that you talked with him, and that you knew she wouldn’t judge you for it.

“Which question are you answering?” she chuckled, grabbing a piece of her own pasta plate.

“You know which one, Lisa” you said, not really in the mood of her teasing.

Your relationship with Lisa had changed drastically, and one thing that you had improved was in communicating. She had adapted to your way of living and you had adapted to her outgoing behaviour. So she didn’t say anything else about it, choosing only to nod and take another bite. The café wasn’t silent at all, but all you could think were your thoughts.

You were more than aware of the gravity of the situation with Richard, and you knew that he shouldn’t have done it. That, not even counting what he made you do by going to the club, his behaviour was inexcusable. You ate your sandwich in silence, while Lisa made her occasional remark, as if she was afraid of peace. Even if you wanted to think about something else, it was hard when every bite you took made your face ache.

After you had eaten half of your sandwich and had decided that you wouldn’t have any other bite without throwing up, you made your decision. You left it on the trail and used the napkin. Lisa turned to look at you, as if she knew you were going to say something important. You looked at her briefly and then went back to tear the piece of paper in small pieces, wanting to have something in your hands while you said it.

“It was Richard” you muttered, even knowing no one could hear you. You heard Lisa leaving her fork and moving her chair closer. Her hand rested against your shoulder and she squeezed it, but you didn’t look. “I wanted to break up with him yesterday, and he got – it was as if he had gone mad. Shouting, a-and denying it. We had just had an argument. I told him that… he had gone too far, and he just, uh, backhanded me. I fell, hit my head open and he drove to the hospital in silence. Made sure I didn’t say anything and left. And… he still hasn’t said anything, has keys to my house and – I don’t know what to do”

The confession felt like a rush of fresh air, as if you had taken a weight off your chest. Lisa’s hand was still on your shoulder, probably thinking about the possibilities you had thought about the previous night. No calling the police because Richard was the chief, not running away because you had nowhere to go so that he wouldn’t find you, and no telling anyone in town because he would know. Her finger adorned with a long fake nail brushed against your skin, and you almost broke down right there.

Saying it out loud made you feel much more hopeless. Richard could be waiting for you in your living room with his slippers and pyjamas, and you couldn’t do anything. Lisa seemed to reach the same conclusion anyone without the rest of the story would have reached.

“You have to tell Tom” Lisa moved the chain again until there was no physical space between the two of you. “He’s really fond of you, and Richard can’t really do anything with the mob. He’ll –“

“I can’t, Lisa” you hitched a breath and swallowed a sob. “I can’t”

“Why? Tom will know what to do. And he hates Richard as much as I do”

You raised your eyes from the trail and looked at her. Lisa held so much hope and compassion in her eyes that you felt horrible. You felt dirty, knowing that in a way you had used her too; or Richard had. What you two had was pure, because you had seen more of what Richard wanted you to see in Lisa. You thought about the pros and cons of telling her the whole story, and you decided you had to start somewhere if you really wanted Richard out of your life.

Pushing your trail away, you started by telling her how he had talked you about the Holland’s about two months ago, the first important file he shared with you. You told her about your ‘mission’ on the club the first night, how you chickened out and Richard left. How he wasn’t afraid of screaming at you that you didn’t love him, and how you didn’t really do anything against Tom. You also told Lisa about Dom, Claudio, and the origin of the argument with Richard about the micros.

“I can’t tell him, Lisa. Even if I didn’t mean to, I basically sold him to the police” you finished, the napkin dissolved in paper dust.

“You didn’t, Y/N” Lisa talked for the first time. “That asshole played with you without you knowing, it’s no one’s fault by him. Tom will understand”

“Yeah, so I go like ‘Hey Tom, I’m sorry to ask, but could you take care of my boyfriend? Yeah, the police’s chief who beat your friend last week and who told me to spy on you’” you scoffed, your eyes stinging. “I can’t tell him, Lisa”

“Richard has slapped your head open, you have to do something” Lisa insisted. “He can’t – oh my god”

The situation was an alley without exits, and both of you knew it. Richard had made sure that your relationship was perfect from the outside, to isolate you from everyone so that if the conflict came, he was always trusted. You were about to ask Lisa if she had any other solution when you were shook violently from your right side, Lisa moving you as if you were a wool doll. It made dark spots appear on your vision, and you actually felt like throwing up the other half of the sandwich. With the emotions and the concussion, it all felt a little dizzy, but you heard Lisa talking again.

“Tom is here. Tom is – Tom is going to enter. Tom Holland – oh my god, Y/N!”

Indeed, you turned around forgetting the dizziness and you saw him scanning the café. He was receiving some weird glances from the people who walked by and recognized them, but he was focused on finding someone. And judging by the conversation you had just remembered, when he asked to get lunch with him and you joked that only if he paid, that someone was you.

The thing was that you hadn’t thought he was serious, since his question was introduced by a ‘what if’ and ended with a ‘what would you say’. But there he was, wearing a black tee with dark blue jeans, hands hidden on its pockets. You didn’t bother in staring anymore and turned around, placing a hand on your bruised face and looking to the other side. You swallowed the hiss and pretended to be leaning against it and looking to the other side.

“Don’t stare. Don’t fucking stare, Lisa” you hissed to her. “He can’t see me. Lisa, please, just look –“

“He has seen me” she whispered, barely moving her lips. “He’s wondering if he knows me from somewhere, if I look away now – hey, Tom!”

You saw her waving behind you, and then heard the bells on the door ringing. The noise at the café, that had stopped when he had been outside, came back. It sounded a little forced, and probably at least 50% percent of the tables were pretending to talk while sneaking glances at him. Panic rose to your throat because there was no way Tom believed it was just a hard hit from falling down the stairs, but you couldn’t think of anything better.

You heard every single ‘he’s coming now, he’s looking at you’ Lisa mumbled until a shadow covered what you were looking at, the corner of the desk. Tom still couldn’t see you, since you weren’t looking at him and your face was hidden in your hand. But as soon as he talked you would have to move, which was too soon for you liking.

“Hey f – Y/N” Tom greeted you as usual, although your name felt weird on his lips. Your eyes filled with tears involuntarily when you heard his voice, knowing what you had done to him without wanting to. “Lisa, right?”

“Yeah!” Lisa chuckled. “I’m – I’m Lisa. Y/N’s friend”

“And Harry’s” Tom chuckled, and you heard another chair moving. The shadow shifted and you knew he had sat beside you. “I’ve seen you with him a few times”

Lisa and Harry’s relationship was something that you didn’t talk about, by any means. You knew the girl was catching some unknown feelings for the twin, even if most of the times he was getting on her nerves. He was volatile, a prankster and didn’t take anything seriously, but Lisa liked him that way. She chuckled awkwardly and shifted on her chair. So Tom looked to the next person on the table, you, and you felt his kind eyes on your shoulder.

“Not gonna look at –“

Tom cut himself when you turned around, being done with prolonging things that were inevitable. If you had broken up with Richard before or had refused to do the stupid thing in the club, you wouldn’t be there then. So you dropped your hand to your lap and turned around to look at Tom, an attempt of a smile on your face that didn’t match the redness around your eyes.

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annathesillyfriend · 3 years

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Anna's May Fic Recs Part II

Welcome to my May fic recommendations masterpost (part II)!! Once again I was overwhalmed with how many amazing stories I was able to read the past two weeks. The amount of talented authors on this hellsite is just mindblowing 🤯🤯

To all the writers - I love you and I appreciate you so much! To all the readers - please, share the fics you read and love. The reblog really makes the change! It’s the least we can do to show our gratitude.

MARVEL

✨Steve Rogers✨

Good girl @syntheticavenger

one-shot, 18+, trucker!steve

Underwater by @sweetlyscared

one-shot, 18+, endgame!steve 😠

Recording by @/jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, i think you can guess by the title 😉

Code blue by @bonky-n-steeb

one-shot, 18+, oof 🥵

✨Bucky Barnes✨

Milestone by @itsapeterthing

one-shot, avenger!reader

Say yes by @/itsapeterthing

one-shot, 1940's!bucky x rogers!reader

Night hours by @sinner-as-saint

one-shot, 18+, mob!au

The midnight coconuts by @bitsandbobsandstuff

one-shot, late night grocery runs with buck

Peaches and cream by @river-soul

one-shot, 18+ (no actual smut but a lot of induendos), this is so fun!!

Point of view by @forever-rogue

one-shot, it's just ✨so lovely✨

Play pretend (part 2) by @wkemeup

two-shot, 18+, first part sex pollen, over all mutual pining,

Wine and dine by @witchysoldier

one-shot, 18+, roommate!bucky

Nobody does it like you do by @/ritesofreverie

one-shot, 18+, divorced!dilf!bucky, onlyfans!reader but also neighbour!reader

No other shade of blue by @sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, so much angst but just so beautiful

Take me seaside (for my health) by @/sventeen-daybreak

one-shot, tfatws!bucky, friends to lovers, buck takes care of sick reader

Sweetest downfall by @xbuchananbarnes

one-shot, memory loss, a lot of heartache on my side but so worth it!

Winter and hope by @jobean12-blog

one-shot, this is so sweet you guys 🥺🥺

Moving day by @/jobean12-blog

one-shot, 18+, moving in with buck 😌😌

Language barier by @galaxy-barnes

one-shot from Nothing but trouble universe, 18+, absolutely wonderful OFC

Dreamland by @blissfullybarnes

series, avenger!reader, get your tissues!

Trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

series, 18+, fuckboy!bucky, college!au, if you want to have you heart ripped out then this one's for you :')

✨Stucky✨

Turn the light down low by @slyyywriting

one-shot, 18+, bucky x reader x steve, some limousine action 😏

✨Sam Wilson✨

The whole Sammy sunday tag by @ritesofreverie

collection of all thing Sam, each one better than the last

✨Helmut Zemo✨

Twice by @mypoisonedvine

series, 18+, professor!zemo

✨Peter Parker✨

FBI agent by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, onlyfans!reader

Challenge accepted by @stuckonspidey

one-shot, 18+, 🥵

Just friends - collaboration between @emmastarz and @cherrytholland

two-shot (part two in the making), the big three: best friend!peter, friends to lovers, ANGST :)))

✨Joaquin Torres✨

Chasing pavements by @mischiefmanaged71

one-shot, slowburn, stark!reader

Doodles by @anna-phora

one-shot, soulmate!au 🥺🥺

Wrong house, right time by @hairringtonsteve

one-shot, our boy comes to the rescue in the times of trouble

✨Wanda Maximoff✨

Mine by @buckybarnesplumwhore

one-shot, 18+, black!reader, jealous!wanda

HOLLAND & Co.

✨Tom Holland✨

Birthday, interrupted by @worldoftom

one-shot, 18+, uni!tom x uni!reader, oh man, i hope you have the fire house on speed dial bc this is pure 🔥🔥

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

series, 18+, neighbour!tom, friends to lovers, fwb, so much angst *chef's kiss*

A royal convenience by @poetrcy

series, prince!tom x princess!reader, might be my favourite royal!au I've ever read

The way home by @hollandsmoose

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Supercluster by @wizkiddx

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Mornings in Italy by @heavenlyholland

one-shot, morning, Italy and Tom just belong in one sentence 😌

Dirty reflection by @wazzupmrstark

one-shot, 18+, mirror mirror on the wall, who's the naughtiest of them all? (it's y/n and tom)

Who would've thought by @multiholland

one-shot, frat!tom

Crash course by @greenorangevioletgrass

one-shot, 18+, bi!musician!reader, childhood friends to lovers

Stuck with(out) you by @duskholland

one-shot, follow up to Settle, 18+, mob!tom, pregnant!reader, the best mob!au fic ever!!

Long distance by @sunshinehollandd

one-shot, just 🥺🥺

Jinkies (part 2) by @madmadmilk

two-shot, 18+ in part two, this is so wholesome, please just read it

Night changes by @spideyspeaches

one-shot, 18+, fwb, fake dating, all the fun stuff, there's part two in the making!!!

Midnight kisses by @/mcumendes

one-shot, best friends to lovers!!! 😌

✨Harry Holland✨

This fic by @peterplanet

one-shot, 18+, just yes

Cabin fever by @hazofmyheart

one-shot, 18+, friends to lovers 😫😫 so good

Roll with the feeling by @unsaidholland

one-shot, rich kid!harry

✨Harrison Osterfield✨

Fevers and tea by @thegirlintheswivelchair

one-shot, friends to lovers, taking care of sick haz 🥺🥺 so adorable

Between tulips and blue eyes by @mcumendes

one-shot, flower shop!au 🌷🌷

Lucky strike by @soft-haz

one-shot, rich kid!harrison x rich kid!reader

OTHERS

✨Harry Styles✨

Bright and Blooming by @havethetimeofyourstyles

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers

✨Ransom Drysdale✨

Pledge Week by @the-iceni-bitch

series, 18+, Ransom and his girl are celebrating his birthday week 🎉

✨Andy Barber✨

Yes, Mrs Barber by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, husband!andy

Holly by @uncafeavecbarnes

one-shot, 18+, domestic bliss 😌

Sundress season by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, ex!husband andy 🥵

#bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #sam wilson x reader #joaquin torres x reader #peter parker x reader #tom holland x reader #harrison osterfield x reader #harry holland x reader #andy barber x reader #anna's fic rec #fic recs #may fic recs

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marvelhero-fics · 4 years

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Silent Britain

Series - Prologue

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom are working as love interests in a new Scorsese film, essentially leading to be love interests in real life

A/N: Sorry, it’s been a hot minute since I've posted! Anyway, this is basically going to be a whole series. I have no idea how many parts it’ll be, and I’ll be updating at least every two weeks (but I’ll aim to update it weekly!) I thought it was kind of a fun idea so essentially in the film Tom plays a bad-boy mob members son, while the reader plays the opposing mob members daughter. Please enjoy! (This chapter is a bit of a slow-burn, but it’s essentially just setting up the plot and everything!)

Also, all the italics in this story are the readers thoughts!

Word Count: 1,500

Silent Britain Masterlist || Full Masterlist

Prologue

The uncomfortably loud alarm buzzed through your tired mind. A glance to your left told you it was 7:00 am. Time to get up. One arm reached out to turn your alarm off, while the other went to wipe your eyes as they opened sluggishly, adjusting to the illumination in your bedroom that crept through the blinds. Wasting no time, you moved your body from your large bed and stumbled your way to the kitchen. The house was quiet, no music playing, no TV’s on, signalling to you that your roommate/best friend, Evie, hadn’t woken up yet.

The thick script left on the dining table caught your attention. It was for an upcoming, untitled Nolan film. You’d been asked to read the script to audition, however you only made it about half-way through it last night. Looks like thats on today’s agenda.

Acting was your absolute passion. You’d been lucky enough to start your acting career about 4 years ago, acting in 2-3 bigger films, every-so-often working alongside a well known celebrity. Working alongside Robert Pattinson in dramatic indie film was pretty cool, considering you’d grown up around all the Twilight hype. Playing Brad Pitt’s daughter in another film was also a big moment in your career. Not to mention your recent role in the Emmy award winning show Big Little Lies really helping define who you were as an actress. Ever since then you’d been asked to audition for quite a few more roles. Shockingly, it actually took a bit of a turn on you. People recognised you more often, which meant it was harder to leave the house. It also meant you started comparing yourself to other actors your age, to which you never thought you’d live up too. Being rich and famous really wasn’t all it was cut out to be.

While mindlessly making breakfast, your phone began buzzing on the hard, marble bench top. It was your agent, Melissa.

“Hey, Mel.” You quickly answered,

“Morning, (Y/N), how’re you doing?” Her thick American accent sung through the phone. Melissa was from California. You weren’t, you were born and bred in England, and you’d continued living just outside of London throughout your career. It was just much easier having an agent closer to the action of Hollywood.

“Good, I’m a little tired, it’s like seven AM over here.” You responded,

“Well it’s 11 at night over here, but I’ve just received some fantastic news and I couldn’t wait to tell you.”

“You’ve got my attention.” You chuckled slightly, leaning down to rest on the kitchen bench, ready to intently listen to whatever Melissa had to say.

“You remember that Scorsese film you auditioned for a while back, Silent Britain?”

Oh my god. “Yea, of course I remember, what about it?” Your palms became clammy and your voice shook slightly.

“You’ve been offered the role! You’re playing Elizabeth Baker!”

Your head immediately fell to your hands. You were just unbelievably over-joyed, you didn’t even know what to say. This would undoubtedly be your biggest role to date. “Mel, oh my god, this is such huge news, I really didn’t think I’d get it. This is so, so, so incredible.” You stood and began pacing the kitchen.

“It gets even better, guess who else is already signed on?”

“Who?”

“Tom Hardy is playing your father, Anthony Hopkins is playing your grandfather,” Your jaw had already hit the floor at this point, “Chrisitan Bale is also signed on, and Jude Law’s set to play one of the detectives.”

“Melissa, holy fuck.” You paused, “holy fuck. This- that’s so many actors, incredible actors-”

“And there’s plenty more to be signed on. So I’m assuming you’d like the role?”

“Of course I’d like the role!”

“I’m sending through all the paper-work and details for you to flick through, I’ll also mail over a script ASAP so you can go through the whole thing. You’ll have to fly out here in about 2 weeks for the initial meet up with Martin and the cast, so I’ll book that in now, and we can work out the rest of the details when you’re here, how’s that sound?” Melissa explained quickly,

“Yea, yea that sounds perfect, when’s filming set to start?”

“It says mid-June, which is in two months, if all the actors have been accounted for by that time.”

“Okay, I’ll get all my shit sorted out and I’ll see you in two weeks! Thanks so much Mel.”

And with that, the two of you hung up. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. A fucking Gangster Scorsese film. It doesn’t get better than that. That’s peak-of-the-career shit right there. Everything you did the rest of that day was purely in order to be organised for your flight. You hadn’t been this excited since you landed the role of Reece Witherspoon’s daughter in Big Little Lies. After screaming in pure bliss with Evie about the news, you went to your nearest shopping centre to get any possible supplies you may need. Shampoo, conditioner, dry shampoo, toothpaste, a power board, a charging cable, new comfortable clothes, not that you really needed anymore, new nicer clothes, not that you fucking needed anymore, the list went on. Evie even came with you, as if your impulse control wasn’t already low, Evie made it plumet, suggesting you needed every second thing she laid her eyes on. You even bought a notepad with the Taxi Driver movie poster on the cover because Scorsese directed that too, and it’ll be funny incase I ever need to take notes.

You shut the boot of your car, hopping into the driver's seat next to where Evie sat comfortably in the passenger’s seat.

“So who else is in the film? Besides Venom, Hannibal Lecter, Batman, and John Watson.” Evie smirked at her own joke,

“Ha ha. Very funny.” You stated, pulling out of the car park. “That’s all I know about at the moment, here” you passed her your phone, “check my emails, I might’ve gotten an update.” Evie took the phone from your hands and held it to your face to unlock it.

“Melissa Bradd sent another email, with attached file, more details…” Evie muttered, mainly to herself as she opened the document. “Hmm, Anthony Hopkins, Tom Hardy, you-” Evie gasped heavily.

“What, what is it?” You quickly interjected.

“I’m going to shit my pants, I’m gonna actually die right here, right now-”

“Evie, what the fuck!? What is it?!” You almost wanted to pull over the car.

“Timothee Chalamet is playing Joseph Baker, your brother!” She practically shrieked. Christ. Obviously you adored Timothee’s work, he was incredible and so devoted, but Evie absolutely adored him, for a long time now.

“Oh my god,” you uttered, just above a whisper. Reacting to not only Evies reaction, but also that another big name was going to be on screen beside you. “Anyone else?”

“It doesn’t even fucking matter who else is in it!” Evie sung, flailing her arms in the air.

“Evie, who else is in it!” You repeated, feeling a little on edge. Her gaze returned back to the phone screen, her excitement still clearly coursing through her veins.

“So far, Finn Wolfhard is set to play your younger brother, and Michael Fassbender and Christian bale are signed on as your uncles,” She read.

It was at this moment, your hands really started shaking. You tried gripping the wheel as tightly as you could, but it honestly felt like most of the blood in your body was vanishing, you didn’t seem to have control over much of anything, especially not your breathing. Evie looked over at you.

“Hey, (Y/N/N), you okay? You’re kind of looking a bit pale.” She spoke quietly,

“That’s a lot of big actors, Evie.” You responded, your mouth entirely dry.

“Yea, but you’re a big actor too, you know. You’ve been in some big films!” She lightly tried to reassure you.

“Eve, I’ve been a background character in like 3 big films.” You peered over to her, quickly returning your glare back to the road.

“You’re in Big Little Lies, that’s a big show.”

“I’m a daughter, I’m not a main character at all. This movie, I’m a fucking huge character in this movie. This movie practically fucking revolves around me, Tom Hardy, and Hopkins.” Your voice elevated as you spoke.

“Let’s just get home, and then we can talk it all through.” Evie said calmly, clearly not paying much mind to what you’d just said. You nodded in response. And, as if on cue, your phone chimed.

“What was it?” As you asked, Evie began scrolling through your phone.

“Another email from Melissa.”

“And?...”

“A couple more actors signed on.”

“And?...” Your head was far too close to exploding.

“Well, Rachel Weisz is playing your mum, and Daniel Craig is another uncle,” Evie was speaking softly, “Idris Elba is a detective, and- uhm- Tom Holland is your love interest…”

And there goes the explosion. “I need to pull over. I’m about to have a stroke.”

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unbelievableholland · 4 years

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Season of Reunions Part 4: Hurt

<<Previously Next>>

Pairings: Mob!Hollands x sister!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of murder, violence, and anxiety attack.

Words: 1,692

A/N: Finally! Part 4 is hereee! I’m sorry that it’s not as long as the others, but i wanted to keep it short in favour of the future parts! I’ll try my best to update as much as I can and I’ll try to make it longer next time. It took a while because my schedule is whack. I literally have 4 hours left of the night when I come home from school before I have to go to sleep. I hope y’all understand😅

Summary: You Y/N L/N, were adopted by 2 mysterious agents. You knew you were adopted and you never though about your original family. Being content with the life your parents gave you, why would you? That was, until your parents are killed and you’re left to fen for yourself and with a lot of questions unanswered.

(Moodboard made by me. Pictures found on Pinterest. Credits to the original owners ❤)

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Your breath hitches.

Why? Why now?

You might be nervous hell, but you know there’s no point in lying. If you’ve learned anything from, well, your life, it’d be that— Keeping secrets or lying, won’t end up in your favor. It’ll only prolong the hurt and the curiosity. Whatever you’re trying to hide, or trying to run away from, the one thing you shouldn’t do, is let it fester.

You turn around. Finally facing the truth for the first time in your life without backing out. You feel an impending panic attack, but for now, you ignore it as much as you can because there’s no way you’re going to let anxiety get you this time.

“I know you’re not, but please, don’t tell the others yet. I can leave, if you want. I won’t bother you anymore after this. I swear.”

Your voice is wavering. You feel a lump in your throat. You don’t know if you’re scared because of his reputation as a mob boss, or because you’re scared that he’ll agree to you and you’ll lose your only chance of getting a family. No matter what it is though, you know that you can’t stop the feeling of everything closing in on you. You really hate your anxiety right now for picking the wrong time to appear.

While this was happening to you, of course Tom couldn’t notice. You got pretty good at hiding it. At pretending it’s not happening while being around other people.

Tom closes the door and locks it, moving to sit on the kitchen stools. He’s terrifyingly calm.

“Won’t they try to find you? Won’t they question why you’re here?”

Tom bows his head and chuckles. “Nobody questions me, darling.”

He looks at you. “Don’t worry. I told them I’d come and talk to you. Told them I didn’t leave the nicest impression on you and came here to try and calm you down”

He looks genuinely calm now. Not mad, not emotionless or the merciless mob leader people think he is. He was just… Tom, you guess.

“Look, before anything else, I just want to explain. I told mom and dad to give you away because I wanted to protect you. Even now, I think I made the right decision. I mean, look at you. You don’t look weak or easy. Not like the other kids we’ve seen before. I care about you, okay? I just think what I did, is for the best. Since it looks like you grew up to be a tough young lady and you grew up safe. It’s alright, love. I only did this for you.��

At first you believed it, but the egotistic smirk that slowly makes its way to his face makes you believe otherwise. You knew he wasn’t serious. That he’s only saying this to mock you. To manipulate you like he’s probably done to every one of the people he’s hurt. You’re mad. You’re… disappointed. That isn’t a feeling you’re used to. The only person you’ve been disappointed— truly, disappointed— with is yourself.

“For me!? What do you mean for me?! I know you only did it because you think I’m a fucking weakness! You gave your own sister away because you were too afraid to have someone “weak” to take care of! You’re not just a liar, you’re a coward too.”

Your voice has so much venom in them as you say this. The tears pooling in your eyes finally going down your face. You’re fully panicking now. You let everything out. You know you’re having an anxiety attack but you couldn’t give a fuck.

“Oh, and safe?! Do you call this safe????” You step closer to him.

You pull both your pant legs up to your knees to show him all the bruises, the cuts, and the scars that you obtained from fighting and running away from the people after you.

After you set the pant legs up your knees, you raise your hand up to the right side of your forehead. Moving the hair that’s blocking the scar. The scar you got from being attacked one night by a guy with a knife. The scar that you had to stitch yourself because you didn’t want to endanger anyone else by telling them about what happened. You knew Jo might check the cameras because she could always tell when you’re lying.

Tom stood there. Disbelief crossing his features. You let go of your hair and push your pant legs back down.

“THIS? THIS IS WHAT YOU CALL SAFE, HUH TOM?? People are fucking after me! The same people who murdered my mom and dad in front of me when I was 8 fucking years old! My only family. The people I care about most when my actual family decided they didn’t want me. If you hadn’t given me away they wouldn’t be dead! Those people wanted me! When my parents tried to hide me, they killed them Tom! Because of ME!!” You are full on sobbing now. You fall to your knees, clawing at your chest. Trying to take a breath but you can’t. You’re heaving. You feel lightheaded.

You hear Tom’s fast footsteps near you. He kneels down next to you and pulls you to his chest. You hear sniffling, but you don’t comprehend it. You’re to busy trying to focus on not passing out.

He put both his hands to cup your face.

“Y/N listen to me. Focus on my voice. Deep breath in, then breath out. In, and out” through your blurred vision, you see what you could only make out as a tear fall down his face. His eyes are red now.

You inhale, then you push him off of you. You need to get away from him. You need fresh air.

Unlocking the door of the kitchen, you run out. Past the living room. Not noticing the worried looks Jo and the Hollands give you. You go out the back door and take a deep breath in. Your hands landing on your knees. After a few seconds, you stand back up, walking far away from the back door, near the fences.

You were just trying to calm yourself down when you felt something hit your head and you pass out.

Tom’s P.O.V

I... I didn’t mean to say it like that.

After your panic attack and you running out on him, he just stood there. Tears streaming down his face. He really does care about you, he just sucked at showing it. He didn’t know what to do after he went to confront you, so he just did what he knew best. He put on his arrogant mob leader façade.

When he saw you the first time standing beside Jo in his living room, he failed to see just how broken you looked. The dark circles under your eyes, your pale and dry skin, the way your eyes droop. You didn’t look happy, but it seems like you were trying your best to be.

He still remembers the day you were born. When he first held you and looked at you. How innocent your eyes looked. The way the light behind your eyes shone and made him and everyone else smile.

He was only ten when you were born. Though, his father had already trained him how to handle the mob. How to always be prepared and alert.

So, he did what he thought he had to and told your parents his concerns. He pleaded for them to send you away, because you were a weakness. 4 little boys already made them a target enough for other mobs. Let alone a new baby girl. The other three boys were too young to remember you. Especially when your mom kept her pregnancy secret to keep her safe and in hopes of surprising the boys. Only Tom knew. They told the others they were going on a vacation and left them alone with their bodyguards. They would call, they would visit, but not as often when her belly got bigger as you grew.

He treasured those moments. He held on to them greatly. Especially when he looked at you earlier when he saw you in the living room, you weren’t the innocent little baby girl he knew from 13 years ago. There was a darkness surrounding you. Like it had taken over you.

As you ran out, he regretted turning his parents down when they suggested to go find you. To get you back since, the mob was stronger and you for sure would be old enough for them to train you how to protect yourself. He had just turned 20 then, when your parents retired. When they suggested to bring you home.

He regrets every decision he made in relation to you. He knows that he’s the reason why you’re like this.

Now here he was. Staring at the kitchen wall, his back facing the door after he was yelled at by his little sister. After he was confronted by the truth and the consequences formed by his stupid decisions to send you away. He raises his hand to cover his mouth. Trying to muffle the sound of his whimpering.

“Tom! What happened?? What did you do??” Jo’s worried. She knew what your panic attacks look like, and the only cause of why you were crying that she could think of right now, is Tom.

“I-I... I fucked up—”

Just then, they heard what sounded like a thud outside. Tom, Jo, and the boys run out the back door just in time to see a figure jump over the fence. They look around in panic trying to find you.

“Y/N!” They all called out multiple times. It wasn’t until paddy told them to stop yelling and waved them over to him. Their eyes all went wide when Paddy pointed to the blood stained on the grass, near where they saw the figure jump over. Prior to that though, Tom already tried to chase the figure, but when he looked over the fence, they were gone.

That was the moment Tom realized what was happening.

Shit. They finally got you.

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lailannajacobs · 4 years

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Straight, No Chaser

Pairing: Loki x fem!Reader

Request: Hello There! May I Please Request A Fluff Where Loki Just Loves When Reader Plays With His Hair??

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: nothing but fluff!

A/N: Thank you for this request my lovely anon! I know it may not be exactly what you had hoped, I kinda ran with it in a very different direction than I had initially thought (I blame the episode of b99 I watched at the time that kind of inspired it) but I really hope you enjoy, I’d love to know what you think regardless!! <3

“Explain to me again,” You demanded, your hands planted firmly on your hips, “how I got paired with you for this mission?”

Loki looked down at you, a roguish grin on his lips. He had skirted your question the first time you had asked before leaving and it looked like he wasn’t going to tell you now, outside of the restaurant either. It didn’t really matter. You were pretty sure you knew the answer. He had probably done it just to piss you off. Even if he hadn’t, you knew he’d end up annoying the hell out of you tonight, regardless. It was inevitable. It had been that way from your first day as a S.H.I.E.L.D agent and hadn’t changed in the last three years.

“You’d better not mess this up,” You warned, double checking your makeup in a parked car’s passenger window.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he drawled, “I can blend in quite well with mortals.”

You scoffed and turned back to face him, “Yeah, because calling us mortals is exactly what a regular human being would do.”

“Who says I have to be regular? Can’t I be an above average human being?” He raised his brow, looking as far from innocent as possible.

You smacked his arm, your irritation growing, “I do. We’re supposed to blend in, not attract attention.”

“If that’s what you wish,” He sighed dramatically, “I’ll be as mind-numbingly boring as possible. I can remind you of every other goody-two-shoes agent in the compound.”

“I was supposed to do this with Scott.” You grumbled, glancing at your watch.

Although you didn’t see Scott all that often at the compound, whenever you interacted with him you always found yourself having a good time. He was easy going and nonthreatening, which was exactly the partner you needed for this mission. Not the god of mischief.

“I can make that happen if you’d like” He crooned.

Loki began to shimmer, but you stopped him with a hand to his arm, “No. You know how much I hate it when you do that. It creeps me out.”

He chuckled, “I knew you preferred to do this with me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Think what you will, as long as we get this to work. God knows how that’s actually going to happen now that you’re here.”

“I’m a capable agent,” he paused, his lips twisting into a smirk, “I’m sure we’ll think of a way to pretend we’re madly in love.”

You glared at him, “It’ll definitely be a test of my skills, that’s for sure.”

“When is this terrifying mobster supposed to arrive, anyhow?” Loki’s cunning eyes scanned the busy street.

“Soon.” You snapped, hoping he would stop talking.

For the past three months you had been working an undercover job, trying to determine if Hydra was running a black-market arms deals through the Genovese crime family. Although it was beginning to look more and more like Hydra wasn’t actually involved, you had finally worked your way up to a private dinner with the head of the family, Liborio Bellamo, and you weren’t about to skip on an opportunity for intel. The whole bringing a date thing was only a ploy to make your clandestine meeting look less suspicious to any street cops that were currently investigating Bellamo. When Loki had shown up to meet you instead of Scott, you had begun to wonder if there was any way you could do this alone instead. Scott would have been a great, oblivious civilian and the perfect con-man to bring along.

Loki, leaning up against a street post, had the look of a predator seconds away from pouncing, which looked nothing like the date she had promised to bring. He radiated power and mischief. He was a wild card that could turn a game the moment he flipped, and you would never have brought him along if you had been given any sort of warning.

Your eyes met his for an instant and he flashed you a smug grin as if reminding you that no, you couldn’t do this alone. You were stuck with him.

“Do you live to make everyone’s life miserable?” You sighed, wondering where the hell Bellamo and his wife were.

He furrowed his brows, pretending to be disappointed by your question, “I only live to create a little chaos. It isn’t my fault it makes you miserable.”

“Well that’s a load of - Bellamo.” You nodded respectfully at the approaching mob boss, hoping he had been too far away to hear your conversation with Loki.

“(y/n), I see you’re early, as usual.” Although there wasn’t much emotion in his face, you could tell he was pleased.

“I wouldn’t be late to a dinner in the best restaurant New York.”

He laughed, “Nobody wants t’be late to cousin Benny’s cookin. Have you met my beautiful wife, Isabella?”

You extended your hand, “No, I don’t believe we’ve met. It’s a pleasure.”

She smiled and shook your hand, her permed hair not moving an inch. “Pleasure’s all mine darlin. Libby here has been talkin all about his newest protege.”

“You must be Tom.” Bellamo’s voice had the same hard edge you noticed he used with threats, as he turned his attention to Loki.

Loki, who had been watching the whole interaction silently with his hands stuffed into his dark dress pants, barely managed to take one hand out. You wanted to shake him. His bored and jaded attitude was only going to piss Bellamo off, and as they clasped hands, locking into an intense staring contest, you felt yourself begin to bubble up with anger. He was going to ruin everything before you even entered the restaurant, getting you killed in the process. Who the hell had signed off on Loki going on this mission with you?

“Nice to meet you, Bellamo.” He crooned, his voice taunting. You hoped that only you could recognize the sass because of your years of knowing the god.

Bellamo didn’t respond, holding on a second too long before taking his hand back. Instead of putting his hand back in his pocket though, Loki wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in closer. Bellamo glanced between the two of you and the corner of his mouth lifted slightly in a way that you had learned to fear. You might have been a capable agent, but when you saw that look in the boss’s eye, it made you feel like he had the upper hand. That wasn’t something you wanted to let happen.

“Shall we?” He asked, offering his arm for his wife to take.

You nodded, “Absolutely, my stomach is growling in anticipation.”

Bellamo and his wife led the way and you followed, Loki’s arm still tight around your waist.

“What the hell was that?” You whispered angrily, “You can take your hand off now.”

His dipped his head, his breath tickling your ear, “If I take my hand off now, it won’t be convincing, and that’s what I was doing, darling, being convincing.”

You put a hand to his chest, stopping him in his tracks, “No, that’s not what you were doing. It looked like you were about to pick a fight with him.”

“I was simply letting him know that you don’t spend time with someone who can’t hold their own,” his hand slipped from his pocket and clasped yours, bringing it up to his lips for a fluttering second, “You’re going to need to trust me. I am on this date for a reason.”

“A reason you still won’t tell me.” You tried to keep the annoyance out of your voice, but around Loki, you had never been successful at it. It was like he could get your blood pumping without even trying.

He was right though. You were supposed to be on a double date, which meant not stopping randomly on your way to the table to argue with him. You forced a smile through gritted teeth and hoped that this evening wouldn’t result in your cover being blown or worse, your death. At least Loki’s grip had loosened, and his arm was draped around you instead of keeping you tucked in tightly at his side.

Before you started walking again, you looked up - annoyed that you were standing so close that you had to crane your neck if you wanted to look into his eyes - and warned, “This is important. He should be meeting with an important buyer tonight and I need to get a good look to be able to ID whether or not he’s Hydra. Mess this up and-”

“And what, darling? What is it that you think you can do to me?” He asked, brow raised.

“You don’t want to find out,” you snarled, dragging him along with you, “Now lets go pretend like we don’t drive each other crazy.”

His voice was barely audible when he whispered, “I don’t think that’ll be possible.”

Glancing up at him, you barely managed to catch a glimpse of a strange look on his face before he shot you a roguish grin. You rolled your eyes in response.

“I took the liberty of orderin’ a bottle of the house wine,” Bellamo said when you sat down at the table, “better than anythin’ you’s ever tasted in any of those fancy, fake Italian restaurants downtown.”

You smiled, “That, I don’t doubt.”

After the waiter poured everyone a glass, Isabella smiled at you, “So how long have you two been together?”

“I don’t know, what is it now?” You glanced up Loki, “It feels like it’s been forever.”

He smirked, “You know, even forever wouldn’t be enough time with you. But I believe it’s three years now.”

You almost rolled your eyes at his cheesy line, but instead pretended to be taken in by his words. You just hoped that you were faking it well.

Isabella smiled, “Ain’t that sweet. And how did you meet?”

“We actually met when I was still small time,” You grinned, “I had stolen his watch right off of him and he didn’t even notice.”

“I did get it back.” Loki interrupted, lifting his wrist to show a watch that probably hadn’t been there mere seconds ago.

“It took you long enough.”

“Three blocks, I believe?”

You stopped knowing he wasn’t going to back down. As much as you wanted to make him look less skilled than he actually was, he wasn’t going to let you even if it cost you the mission. He was playing a game of chicken that he knew he was going to win. He didn’t care about the job. He didn’t care about anything or anyone here. You knew that and he knew that you knew that, which meant that if the two of you were going to keep adding details to the story like a Jenga tower, the whole thing was bound to fall over sooner than later.

“How’d you know it was her?” Bellamo asked, his eyes darting between the two of you with interest.

You were about to answer for him, knowing that the calculating look in Bellamo’s eyes was more dangerous than Loki could ever realize, but he beat you to it.

“When someone this beautiful runs into you, it’s incredibly difficult to forget their face.”

Bellamo leaned back in his chair, “Seems unlikely that you’d suspect her then.”

Your heart began to hammer in your chest. He was asking too many questions. Either you weren’t doing a good enough job at pretending you were really a couple, or he had gotten word that you weren’t who you said you were. There wasn’t much you could do about the latter if it came down to it except hope that Loki would have your back. But you also knew there wouldn’t be any harm in strengthening the act.

Loki was part way through his explanation when you wove your hand around the back of his chair, rested your arm on his shoulder and began mindlessly playing with his hair at the base of his neck. The movement seemed to startle him for a moment, but he recovered quickly, the pause in his words barely noticeable.

Isabella, noticing your contact, snuggled in a little closer to Bellamo in the booth. You shot her a smile that she returned, but you could tell she was distracted. You hadn’t thought she was involved in Bellamo’s operations, but the way she scanned the restaurant suggested otherwise. A thought took seed. Maybe that was why you had never found any connection between Bellamo and Hydra…maybe it had nothing to do with his operation at all.

You tugged gently on a dark strand of hair before raking your nails from the nap of his neck up and he shivered. You weren’t sure if you were imagining it, but you were pretty sure his head was becoming heavier in your hand the longer you played in his hair.

The waiter came back with a refill for your wine, and to take your orders. You were about to stop and reach for your glass of wine, but his hand looped back behind his head and his long fingers wrapped around yours.

“I think you can reach your glass with your other hand.” His voice was low and throaty.

You looked into his emerald eyes, darkened by the size of his pupils, “Why?”

He blinked slowly and for a second you were pretty sure he wasn’t going to answer but then his gaze slid toward your guests and you had your answer. His grip lessened but you left your fingers where they were, choosing to weave your fingers further through his hair instead. It was true that Isabella has seemed more convinced by your act because of the physical affection, and you were glad that Loki had picked up on it. You still wished it had been Scott with you instead, but at least Loki was doing his job.

You reached for your glass and brought it to your lips when Loki’s fingers began to play along your thigh. Instinctively, you wanted to glare at him and shove his hand off, but there was no way to do that without drawing suspicion to yourself. Instead, you let his fingers create a trail of goosebumps in their wake until you shivered involuntarily. You were so annoyed with Loki and distracted by the sensation of his rough fingertips on your thigh, you couldn’t even tell what the conversation was about anymore. At least no one seemed to notice. The only reason you realized Isabella was talking to you was because she had said your name before asking if you were interested in joining her at the hair salon tomorrow.

You answered enthusiastically, knowing that would be the perfect opportunity to see if your new theory had any sort of credibility.

The meal continued seamlessly until dessert, when Isabella excused herself to go to the bathroom. You almost suggested you go with her, but you didn’t want her suspecting anything yet. You were starting to get antsy. Nothing had happened tonight despite the fact that you knew there was supposed to be a arms deal going down. If Bellamo had been in charge of it, you would have seen something suspicious happen already, right?

Suddenly, shouting pierced the low drone of the bland music that had been playing all night. All eyes turned to one of the front tables where a man stood, shouting at his wife about her getting close to their therapist. Bellamo stood instantly, striding over to the couple with dangerous purpose. The man, as if sensing the wrath coming his way, cowed instantly at Bellamo’s approach. They talked in hushed tones, which only captured the crowd’s attention more than the shouting had. The man pulled out a wad of bills, slammed them on the table and strode over to the exit, leaving the woman there. Bellamo called over a waiter and they discussed for a moment, probably offering the woman a free dessert.

A hand on your bicep startled you, and you turned your attention back to Loki, but, he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were scanning the rest of the room, looking for someone. His relaxed posture might have fooled most people, but you recognized the intelligence and focus in his eyes.

“I don’t believe misdirection is only a magician’s trick.” He murmured, seconds before Bellamo returned.

“Some people.” Bellamo muttered, taking a seat and signalling for another drink.

��Not everyone who comes to eat at classy restaurants are classy.” You said, trying to gauge his reaction to the event.

He nodded, “Unfortunately, there’s nothin’ we can do ‘bout it.”

A few minutes later, Isabella returned, a fresh coat of lipstick on her lips, “I heard shouting while I was in the bathroom. Is everything alright?”

Her eyes were wide, but you weren’t sure you believed the look on her face. She seemed sincere, but the kitchen was so close to the bathroom, that the noise should have drowned out anything happened out here. You stared, hoping to find some chink in her expression. Loki’s arm around your shoulder snapped you out of your intense observing before Isabella could realize you were analyzing her. You snuggled in a little closer, glancing up at Loki. He smirked, the focused and attentive look vanished from his face. Instead, he wore a flirtatious look that almost convinced you if you hadn’t known it was all part of your act.

“You’re welcome.” He whispered.

“You’re an ass.” You whispered just as softly so that only he could hear.

The rest of the night passed by uneventfully and when you were standing outside, Loki’s arm wrapped around your side to keep you close, you were thankful you had made it through the night.

“We should do this again next week!” Isabella suggested, seeming excited by the prospect.

As much as you wanted to be done with this mission, you nodded enthusiastically, “Absolutely. You know how to reach me.”

Bellamo extended his hand, “It was nice to meet you, Tom. (y/n), I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

You gave him a curt nod and watched as they walked off. When they were out of sight, you let out a long, relieved sigh and stepped away from Loki. Cold air hit you instantly, making you realize how much Loki had been shielding you from the cold.

He flagged down a cab and glanced back at you, noticing that you were rubbing your arms to keep warm.

He raised a brow, “Cold?”

“What do you think?” You spat, knowing you no longer had to be nice to him.

He grinned, readjusting his folded suit jacket in his arms, “Maybe you should have brought a jacket.”

You rolled your eyes.

He opened the cab door, stepped aside and motioned for you to get in. You glared and were answered with a small, irritating chuckle.

After giving the driver the address, you rode in silence, keeping your attention everywhere but on Loki. You noticed the shimmer of magic surrounding the back of the cab and you looked instinctively to your own body but didn’t see anything different. You couldn’t be sure what the driver was seeing or hearing, but you knew it wasn’t anything Loki didn’t want him to.

“I suspect the wife.”

You looked over at him, surprised by the seriousness in his face, “I was thinking the same thing. Do you think Bellamo knows?”

Loki shook his head, “If he suspects anything, he is a master at playing the idiot.”

“Playing dumb.” You corrected.

He rolled his eyes.

“I’ll learn more tomorrow, hopefully.”

“If you don’t,” He murmured, eyes alight with mischief, “There’s always our next double date for you to corner her in the bathroom and figure out her dark and dirty secrets.”

“Don’t remind me.” You sighed, turning away to look out the window.

The sound of his chuckle filled the cab and the shimmering magic vanished as you neared the rendezvous point that would eventually get you back to the comfort of the compound.

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swanky fortune - part seven | t.h.

Summary: life keeps you apart, Tom has a rotten morning and you return to your life

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Song I listened to while writing: Dance Monkey by Tones and I

Author’s Note: I did it y’all. I hope you’re proud of me, because I honestly did not think I would pull through. This part had me squealing, will you squeal with me? Also, trying some new pics, gif is not mine! Make sure to leave some feedback :’)

Warnings: cussing and swearing

Word Count: 3,6k

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Your eyebrows shot up in surprise. What could he possibly want from you?

“Yes. I am. And you are…?”

The man nodded and gave you a polite smile.

“You can call me Felix. I am here to pick you up for the airport.”

Wait, what?

Your smile faltered and you frowned at him.

“You are? But Tom said that he was going to drive me to the airport,” you pointed out and the man- Felix, ducked his head.

“Mr. Holland was called away, he has some important business to take care of and he asked me to escort you to the airport.”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointment wash over you. Of course you understood, honestly you were really surprised that Tom was able to spend so much time with you as he already did, but if you had known, you would have said good bye properly the last time you saw him. Hell, you couldn’t even remember when you saw him last.

“Oh, yes. That makes sense. Uhm. Just let me grab my stuff real quick,” you told Felix, your tone much more subdued and you went inside to grab your luggage.

“Get a grip, Y/N,” you mumbled to yourself and shouldered the backpack, dragging your suitcase to the doorway where he was waiting for you.

“Let me take that for you,” Felix said and grabbed your suitcase, before making his way over to the elevator, leaving you to follow him.

You were flipping over your phone in your hand as you walked over the marbled floor to the elevator, your phone blinking, an apology text from Tom already waiting for you.

Tom: I hope you read this before Felix comes to pick you up, but I can’t drive you to the airport. I know this sucks because we couldn’t finish our conversation from last night, but my agent is really on my arse about this and I wouldn’t cancel on you if this wasn’t important. I’m really, really sorry and if it helps, I haven’t had the best morning anyways. I promise I will make it up to you.

Tom: Have a safe flight love, let me know when you land xx

With a sigh you locked your phone and slipped it in the pocket of your backpack. You were way too emotional to form a reply right now, you were going to wait until you calmed down to text him back. You followed Felix out of the hotel and clambered into the backseat of the car.

“Do you want to stop for breakfast on the way to the airport?” Felix asked, looking back to you after he’s got in the driver’s seat.

You shook your head, buckling up.

“No, I’m fine. We can go straight to the airport, thanks.”

He nodded and turned his eyes back on the street before he started the drive towards the airport, with the radio providing the only sound in the car.

You leaned your head against the window and watched buildings pass by in a blur, before you closed your eyes.

“Good bye Los Angeles,” you mumbled under your breath when you opened your eyes again, but the only thing you were seeing was Tom smiling at you and his warm, brown eyes.

A couple hours before, across the city…

“Mate, you gotta wake up.”

Tom whined in his sleep and turned over in his king-size bed, huffing a breath out of his nostrils before his breath evened out again, small snores filling the room.

Harrison hesitated. Tom had stumbled into the apartment pretty late the night before and he had only muttered out a quick ‘Argument with Jeff’ out, before he disappeared into his bedroom.

Harrison had wanted to go in to cheer his best mate up a bit, but standing outside the door, he had heard muffled talking, Tom’s soft voice and he knew that someone else was already taking care of that. It was why it was so much harder for him to wake him up now, knowing how upset Tom was going to be with the change of plans.

“Tom, seriously, wake up,” Harrison said gently and shook the brunet by the shoulders.

“Whatttt?” Tom groaned and covered his eyes with his hand, his other reaching for his phone.

“It’s not even time for me to get up to drive Y/N to the airport, bro.”

“Jeff is here,” Harrison told him and Tom sat up, blinking at him in confusion.

“Here here?”

Harrison gave him a look and Tom sighed, throwing the blanket back and getting out of his comfortable bed. If his agent really showed up in person at his place, it wasn’t a good sign.

He headed into his bathroom to brush his teeth and scowl at his reflection in the mirror, before he slipped on some sweats and a t shirt.

“Morning Jeff,” Tom yawned while he padded to the kitchen where Jeff was talking to Harry and Sam.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Jeff said sarcastically and the twins quickly disappeared into the backyard with Harrison as the tension rose in the room. Jeff was a great agent, Tom was really thankful for everything he’s done. But he’s also a stickler to the rules. If it was Jeff’s call, Tom was pretty sure he wouldn’t get any time off anymore and just spend it getting interviewed, doing photoshoots and making sure his image was clean as slate.

It was safe to say that they got along greatly professionally. Personally? Not that much.

Tom rolled his eyes and grabbed a mug out of the cupboard before pouring himself some coffee. “It’s not even nine am, cut back the sarcasm. Do you want some coffee?”

Jeff shook his head and crossed his arms across his chest, his eyebrows furrowed. So Tom was right. His agent was not here to congratulate him for the premiere the day before.

“So, what’s up?” Tom asked, sipping on his coffee while he stared at Jeff.

Jeff stared back at him, his forehead creased. “You’ve been slacking off the last few days, Tom. I can’t believe you blew off the photo shoot with Cosmopolitan on Friday.”

“I was tired, Jeff. And it was the day before the premiere, did you really expect me to have time to do a photo shoot on top of everything?” Tom sighed and rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand. It really was too early for all of this.

“But you had the time to hang around that fan who won the Brothers Trust ruffle?”

Tom narrowed his eyes at Jeff. He didn’t particularly like the direction Jeff was steering this conversation to. “Her name’s Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Jeff hissed, massaging his temples. “The reason why you almost got mobbed at the Four Seasons if it weren’t for me?”

“It wasn’t her fault, I wasn’t being careful,” Tom pointed out and Jeff snorted, leaning on the counter with his hands.

“That’s exactly my point. She’s distracting you. I have never seen you out of your game like this before, she’s messing with your head and it’s not good, Tom. I thought you always prided yourself on being focused and always giving your best when you’re working,” Jeff taunted and Tom slapped a hand on the counter, feeling anger simmering up in him.

“Do not turn my words against me, Jeff,” He snapped out. “You know I’ve never liked doing so many photo shoots, I’m an actor for god’s sake, not a model.”

“It was a promotional shoot. For your new movie, remember?”

“Don’t patronize me.”

Tom downed the last of the coffee before he put the empty mug in the dishwasher, sighing. In the end, he knew that Jeff just wanted the best for his career, and Tom really owed him a lot of his success.

“Why are you here, Jeff?” he then asked, his voice milder than before. He was tired and the more he fought, the longer this conversation was going to be (and the longer you had to wait for him).

“I’m here to accompany you to the Cosmopolitan photoshoot. They agreed to a second shoot to make up for the one you ditched,” Jeff said and Tom’s eyes widened, he was shaking his head vigorously.

“No no no, I can’t. I’m supposed to bring Y/N to the airport, and this wasn’t planned, I- What the fuck, Jeff?” He argued agitated and Jeff only held up a hand, uncharacteristically calm.

“Zendaya and Jake are also going to be there. There’s no way you can get out of this.”

Tom stared at his agent in disbelief before he threw his hands up, cursing. “Fuck, I can’t believe you’re doing this Jeff,” he muttered, his heart sinking when he thought of you. “Y/N’s going to be so upset.”

Jeff clasped Tom on the back, his face sporting a grin. “If she really is that amazing like you’re painting her to be, she’ll understand buddy. Now get dressed.”

oOo

“Ahhhh! I can’t believe you asked Zendaya how her kiss with Zac was!” Luisa yelled and pulled you in for a hug.

“Geez, is that really how you greet me?” you snorted and patted her back before you pulled away, shouldering your backpack. Even though the flight was quite pleasant, it still was rough to spend nine hours in a cramped up seat.

She shot you a beaming smile and wrapped an arm around your neck as you made your way to the exit of the airport.

“Can’t have you get all cocky just because you walked the red carpet with some celebrities,” she teased and you rolled your eyes fondly, heaving your suitcase in the trunk of Luisa’s car, getting in the passenger seat.

“So, I ordered some pizza and we’ll just pick it up on the way home. I figured you wouldn’t want to go out for food after your flight,” Luisa said and you gave her a grateful smile, buckling up as she started her car.

You turned your phone on, and waited as the apple logo lit up, before the phone pinged excessively.

“Jeez,” you muttered, swiping through your notifications.

Messages: Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅

Messages: Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Instagram: tomholland2013, hazosterfield, paddyholland2004 and five others started following you.

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Messages: Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

Messages: Harrison: hey did u land yet

Messages: Harrison: tom thinks that u r mad at him

Messages: Harrison: pls text him back, he’s starting to annoy me

Instagram: tomholland2013 liked your post.

The corners of your mouth ticked up. This was a bit excessive, even for Tom. You swiped right on Harrison’s text, letting him know you landed, before you opened Tom’s texts:

You: it’s okay. Not going to lie, I am a little bit disappointed tho. How will you make it up to me?

You: Why would it help to hear that you haven’t had a great morning? Are you okay?

THREE UNREAD MESSAGES

Tom: You’ll see, Y/N. It’ll be great, I swear 🤞🏼

Tom: yeah yeah, I’m fine. Just got into a little spat with my agent, nothing big 😅

Tom: Have you landed yet? x🤔

Frowning, you pursed your lips. It seemed like Tom was really having trouble with something lately, but it was obvious that he did not want to talk about it, so you just let it slide.

You: Yep, just got off the plane 😊

You: Did you go through all of my insta posts?

You then opened Instagram, just to see red hearts blinking at the bottom of the screen, indicating the number of posts Tom had liked. Shaking your head, you dropped your phone in your lap and leaned your elbow against the window. What a dork.

Luisa glanced at you and raised an eyebrow at your serene smile, before turning her attention back on the road.

“What’s gotten you all smile-y?” she wanted to know and you shrugged, pursing your lips. You hadn’t told Luisa anything about what has happened between you and Tom yet, you weren’t even sure why.

“Just glad to be home.”

Luisa scoffed and as the car rolled to a stop by a red light, she poked your thigh. “Are you trying to tell me you’d rather be home than with Tom Holland? Girl, don’t even try to fool me.”

You flushed and turned away, clearing your throat.

“Jeez, the last time you were this red was when Julian from biology kissed you.”

She eyed you when you kept silent at her jab and her eyes widened comically as it dawned on her.

“Holy shit, did you kiss Tom Holland?”

“What? No, of course not,” you lied and Luisa cackled, shaking her head.

“Oh my god you totally did. Fuck, I deeply respect you, Y/N,” she laughed. “I can’t believe you haven’t told me, I need details!”

“I’ll tell you at home, for god’s sake keep your eyes on the road!”

Luisa laughed gleefully, but luckily, she didn’t mention it for the rest of the drive. After having picked up the pizza at your trusted Italian, you finally headed home and you nearly cried in relief when you tossed your luggage in the corner of the living room and dropped down on the couch. It’s been a long day.

“Hey, get up or the pizza will get cold,” Luisa said, kicking your foot that was hanging off the couch. “Don’t think you can get out of telling me all about that smooch with Tom Holland.”

Groaning loudly, you propped yourself up and dragged yourself to the table, opening the pizza carton all the while Luisa was staring at you with expecting eyes. You knew she was not going to let it go until you gave her every small detail about you and Tom.

Picking the mushrooms off of your slice, you let out a sigh before diving into your story and Luisa was clinging to every word that left your mouth.

“I can’t believe it,” she said after you’ve finished. “And you guys didn’t even have a chance to finish that conversation?”

You shook your head and she made a ‘yikes’ face. “I wouldn’t want to live through that cliffhanger.”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered and pushed your half eaten pizza away. Your stomach was full and you knew there was a bunch of assignments waiting for you to start on them, it couldn’t wait any longer.

“Thanks for the pizza Lu,” you said and kissed her on the head. She smiled cheesily at you and waved her slice in your direction.

“I’m here if you need to talk!”

Sending her a thumbs up, you lugged your suitcase in your bedroom and cracked it open, tossing most of its content into the hamper for laundry later, before you sat down at your desk to get some work done.

As the sun set over the horizon, you had managed to check in with all of your professors to get the assignments you had to catch up on, contact fellow students for the material from the classes you had missed and outline an essay that was due the next week. Your eyes were drooping and you shut your laptop before pushing it away from you, stretching your arms with a yawn.

Reaching for your phone, you rubbed over your eyes as you scanned your notifications, your heart thumping in your chest when you caught sight of Tom’s name.

Tom: what? How’d you know?

Tom: oh shit I liked all of them 🤦‍♂

Tom: sorry, that probably creeped you out

Tom: how was your flight? what’re you up to right now? x😊

Biting on your lip, you let out a snort and swiveled in your chair. How can one be so Instagram inapt? It wasn’t like he was of a different generation, either.

You: it’s fine. I think it’s kinda cute, you’re like a fifteen year old with a crush

You: It was okay. I got plenty of sleep even though the person behind me kept jabbing their knee into my seat. I just caught up with everything I’ve missed from university. What are you doing? Something more exciting, I hope?

You exited the text chain and checked the time, pursing your lips. It’d be eleven pm in Los Angeles right now, but honestly, you weren’t even sure if he was still in the States or not. If you were honest, this was another part that held you back from throwing yourself into a relationship with Tom. The contrast between your lives could not be any more different. How would a relationship with him even work out if he was travelling most of the time and you were stuck back in your apartment, getting your degree?

The sound of your phone chiming a couple of times distracted you from your depressing thoughts and when you turned your phone to look at the notifications, you were surprised to see that Tom had already messaged you back.

Tom: trust me, I was much much worse when I was fifteen. Believe it or not, this is progress 🤷‍♂

Tom: I’m in South Korea!! Just finishing up the press tour before I finally head home

South Korea, huh.

You looked up the time in South Korea – around three pm – and wrinkled your nose. You returned to the textchain and his name was staring at you from the top of your phone screen. He must be in the middle of interviews and press meetings, you wondered how he found the time to text you. Tapping your finger nails against the side of your phone, you formulated the text message in your head, not wanting to type mindlessly on the keyboard before erasing all of it again.

Do you not have to do interviews? No, that sounded too harsh.

What are you doing right now? L a m e.

You groaned and pressed the phone against your forehead. Why was this so hard? You just made fun of Tom and his incompetence around Instagram and now you were sitting here, taking forever to reply to a simple text.

You: Press tour huh? Aren’t you supposed to, you know, actually do press instead of texting me? 🤔

Looked good enough.

A vibration announced of the arrival of a new text from him and you didn’t even have the time to exit the text chain. Damn that boy was a fast texter.

Tom: I am doing press. For myself. On you. Is it working?

Was it working? Judging by the smile on your face, it definitely was. But you were certainly not going to tell him that. As you were typing your reply, his text was pushed up by a new one.

Tom: I actually have to go now. Talk to you later? x

You pressed your lips together, forcing the ever growing smile on your face to shrink a bit, before you deleted what you had previously written and replaced it with a one word reply.

You: definitely.

Inhaling deeply, you felt your heart hammer against your rib cage and you smiled widely at the ceiling. Wow, you definitely were smitten with him. But he made it so easy. Why did he have to be so endearing and cute and nice? It was not going to be easy to resist him. Not that you had been doing a good job so far anyway.

oOo

The next couple of weeks flew by and next to the life crushing work you were doing for university, you had found your rhythm in your daily routine again. The daily routine that now apparently included a nightly phone or video call from Tom, because that was just how life worked right?

You glanced at the time stamp on your phone as you jogged up the stairs of your apartment building, breath coming short. It was nearing the time Tom was usually calling and you weren’t even home. Your calculus had class had run late and your stomach was grumbling since you hadn’t eaten anything yet.

Even though Tom’s texts that day were a lot more sparse than usual, you had blamed it on a probably packed schedule on his side, rather than throwing yourself into the pit of self-doubt. He was finally back home, surrounded by his family and friends, you were glad that he wasn’t constantly on the phone to text you.

Nevertheless, he’d always called you. Every night. So you wanted to get home, shovel some food in and burrow yourself in your bedroom by the time Tom called, because Luisa had this annoying habit of eavesdropping and giggling during your phone calls with Tom.

You let out a sigh of relief when you finally reached your floor, keys already dangling in your hand. A delicious smell of tomato sauce wafted through the air and you were crossing your fingers that they were coming from your kitchen; Luisa really made a kick ass Spaghetti Bolognese if she got off of her ass.

Unlocking your door, you dropped your backpack unceremoniously by the wall and your whole apartment was smelling like an Italian restaurant. It was almost like heaven.

“You’re a godsend Lu!” you called towards the kitchen where you could hear her tinkering with the pots. You kicked your shoes off and slipped out of your jacket, before stumbling into the kitchen.

“I’m starving, I only grabbed a banana before I left for class and I forgot my wallet at home so I-.”

Your words died in your throat when you saw Tom standing in front of you, dressed in grey sweats and a white t shirt with a red stain on it. He was holding a spatula in one hand and was staring at you with wide eyes, his mouth pulled into a sheepish grin.

“Hi darling. Hope you’re hungry.”

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