#tom holland series
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THE HOLIDATE SERIES MASTERLIST | T.H.
In which Tom Holland and Y/n Y/l/n have always had horrible luck in relationships and even worse luck with causal dating. What happens when they agree to be one another’s Holidate?
Inspired by the Netflix Original: The Holidate
1. New Years Eve
2. Valentines Day
3. St. Patrick’s Day
5. Cinco De Mayo
6. 4th of July
7. Labor Day/Wedding Day
Fem Reader x Pro Golfer!Tom Holland
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Marvel said it’s violence for y’all and gave us a naked Loki I’m howling
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crystals moodboard series
A M E T H Y S T
cleansing • protection • inspiration
𖥔 enhances intuition, spiritually and meditation
𖥔 protects from nightmares and insomnia
𖥔 calms the mind and spirit
𖥔 extremely protection
• mutuals who might be interested • @duskholland @screamholland @wazzupmrstark @missnxthingg @peeterparkr @stuckonspidey @storybookholland @veryholland @cali-holland @hazofmyheart
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A/n: Hey guys. I hope you like it this new chapter.
Just a quick reminder that the requests are open! So feel free to send me imagines ideias💞
🚨Mentions to use weapons, alcoholic beverages and legal drugs 🚨
Word count: 2939
A week had passed and the agents were ready to begin the mission they had been assigned. Thomas and Ruby were at Heathrow Airport waiting to board their plane. The place was full of people. Some were rushing past to avoid missing their flight while others were sleeping in their seats. Isabel and Harrison were at the agency still researching about Naiomi and some forms of combat they could use.
Ruby was sitting in a black chair next to Thomas. The redhead was reading a book to pass the time while, Tom was messing around on his cell phone watching some random videos on instagram. Ruby was still nervous about working with a stranger, even though it had been a week, it was not enough for the girl to bond with the brunette. She always tried to keep quiet and firm so as not to show that she was afraid. Thomas, on the other hand, was worried about his partner, because she didn't talk to him and didn't even share the information she received so that they could work well together.
-What are you reading? -The brunette asks, looking away from the book Ruby was reading.
The girl looks into the man's brown eyes and answers.
-The fault is the stars. Have you read it?-The girl asks focusing again on the words written on the paper.
-I've never read it, but I've seen the movie. Does that count?-Thomas asks smiling and she shrugs.
-Probably not. Books are usually very different from movies.
-That was the first discovery of the week," the brunette pronounces and the redhead looks at him confused.
-What do you mean first discovery of the week?-Ruby asks, gesturing "discovery of the week" with his fingers.
-Well, you haven't told me anything about yourself. I know the superficial like, your name, age and where you work, but now I know you like to read novels and probably dramas too," Holland says putting the cell phone in the pocket of his black jacket and looking once more at the girl.
-You know we can't share about our lives. That's a rule that agents should respect, don't you think? Ruby says smugly while closing the book placing a bookmark in the middle of it.
Thomas shakes his head positively, biting his lower lip and smiling after the action.
-Yes, ma'am," he says jokingly.
A female voice sounds over the loudspeakers warning about the flight to Paris. Thomas and Ruby get up, grab their handbags and head to hand in their tickets and board the plane. The two of them go through the line of people and wait until it is their turn. Ruby's cell phone rings and she takes it from her jeans pocket.
It was Eleanor.
-Maxwell, how's the situation so far?
-All good. Holland and I are waiting in line to board.
-All right. -All right. You are in first class. When you arrive at the Paris airport, Agent Travor will be waiting for you outside with a black car. He will take you to the hotel.
-Have a good trip.
The woman says and Ruby hangs up. Thomas brings his head closer to the girl's ear and asks what he was supposed to do. Ruby explains and he just agrees. They both hand in their documents and their tickets, pass through the wide windowed corridor and ten minutes later they are already inside the plane. Ruby sits near the window on the left side of the aircraft and Thomas on the left side of the aircraft also near the window. Soon after the plane starts to move, the girl takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down. She never liked flying in an airplane. Most of the time she couldn't sleep for fear of something happening. Ruby, fastens her seat belt so tightly that she feels a strong pressure below her belly. She puts both her hands on her thighs and squeezes them together to calm herself. The plane lifts off and soon it is flying through the half-grey London sky. It would be a long five hours.
Holland on the other hand was calm and enjoying the sky however much it was nothing but clouds. Unlike Maxwell, the agent enjoyed flying because it seemed his body and mind were lighter when he wasn't stuck on the ground facing difficult situations. Ruby refused to sit next to Tom even though she knew that they should always stay together until Eleanor or someone above her told them to part ways. Within the five hour drive, Maxwell finished his book and Thomas took the time to sleep, since it would be a long night in the city of lights. No matter where Naiomi was, she would never give an ounce of rest to whoever was behind her, and the brunette was aware of this.
When the plane landed, it was half past five in the afternoon. The sky was a dark coloration with some orange and pink left over from twilight. The two agents picked up their bags and made their way to the gate where they would meet Trevor. Neither spoke a word after they landed. They went down the escalator and outside the gate where several cars were parked. A man with short dark hair approached them both.
-Agent Maxwell and Agent Holland. Please follow me and let me take your bags," the man with the thick voice says to the two, who then give them their bags and get into the black car.
The dark haired man puts the bags in the trunk, closes it and then gets in the car to take the agents to the hotel. None of them had ever been to Paris, so they took advantage of the short drive to see the sights. Ruby smiled to herself as she looked at a family sitting in a park while they had a picnic. The girl took her fingers to her mother's necklace, and squeezed it lightly. Maxwell missed her. Some of the most well known attractions in Paris were seen by the agents, such as the Eiffel Tower, Arc de Triomphe, Notre Dame Cathedral and others. It was almost 7:30 when they arrived at the hotel. The driver got out of the car, opened the door for the agents and handed them their bags.Then once again Eleanor calls Maxwell.
-I have been informed that you have arrived. You can unpack your bags and wait for my command.
Ruby informs her partner and soon they both enter the "Four Seasons Hotel George V". This place was one of the most expensive and luxurious hotels in the capital. In the hall of the establishment it was possible to see several flower vases in the center of the room. The walls were cream colored with some details done in the same color. There were some paintings and mirrors with golden borders hanging on the walls. In the middle, above the large vases, there was a large chandelier with diamond stones and candles that were lit to illuminate the perimeter. Ruby and Thomas go to the reception table and are greeted by a blonde girl with green eyes.
-Bonne nuit. Comment puis-je vous aider?- The girl asks and Thomas looks confused at his partner. The redhead smiles at the man and answers:
-Nous avons une réservation faite au nom d'Elanor Clark.- The girl replies saying that there was a reservation in Eleanor's name and the blonde turns to get the keys.
Even though Maxwell had never been to Paris, she had always appreciated the culture and especially the language. She took a French course with Isa when they were fifteen. The receptionist hands the keys to the redhead and she thanks him.
-Since when you speak french?-Thomas asks, smiling sideways at the redhead, and she looks away trying to hide the brief smile that appeared on her lips.
-I always liked the language and decided to learn. Do you speak any?-Ruby asks walking towards the elevator with Thomas.
-I am fluent in Spanish, English and Italian, but I am learning German and you?
-English, Spanish, French, Portuguese and Latin -Ruby says and the elevator door opens. The two agents enter and stand next to each other waiting until they reach the floor. Classical music plays while the numbers go up according to the passing floors.
The door opens and Ruby hands Thomas the key to his room. She nods to the man and turns to go to her room. She places the card in front of the smart lock and the door unlocks. The girl enters the room and observes every detail carefully. There was a small living room with black and white decorations. The bedroom was composed of a large bed covered with fine white fabrics. The floor was covered with a light blue carpet with white details. There was a desk next to a chair where guests used to write, read and work. Warming up from their bed, there was a large window that was covered by baby pink curtains. The view was wide. She could see several streetlights, hotels, shops and especially the Eiffel Tower. Ruby let out a sigh and began unpacking her bags after she removed herself from the window. After unpacking her bags she decided to take a shower to remove the tiredness from her body.
A few rooms past Ruby's, Thomas was coming out of the shower. His hair was still wet and drops of water were falling on his face. The white towel was around his hips and his chest was exposed. The man sat on the edge of the bed and decided to call Haz. A few beeps later, the blond man answers.
-Say it, Stanley.
-Did you find out anything so far? Any different or suspicious information?
-Well, Eleanor told Prince that Naiomi is already in Paris and is leaving later to take care of business.
-What kind of business?
-We don't know to the point, but when you get there, you will see. In fact, we will send more information later. So far that's all we've gotten.
-Ok. Any other information you find, update me.
-Leave it to me.
Harrison turns off the flame and Thomas turns off his cell phone. He sighs with his eyes closed and puts on an outfit for later. A military green button-down shirt, black pants, and brown shoes. As an accessory, a silver watch. After dressing, Holland goes to his black suitcase where he kept his special weapons as well as Ruby. Inside were weapons such as knives, firearms, poison pen, cyanide gun, etc. He also had night vision goggles, walkie-talkie, bluetooth headphones and some nursing utensils in case someone got hurt during combat.
Holland called room service and ordered wine. While he waited he took a pack of cigarettes out of his suitcase and lit it. As peaceful as he seemed about the mission, he was worried, but would not show it. For this reason, he smoked. Holland considered it more of a therapy for when times of stress came. He went to the window and leaned against the wall while enjoying the view of the city. His fear was that he would fail. Thomas had his insecurities just as much as Maxwell. With the loss of his mother and father, he would do anything to make the best of it. No matter how much he was already considered the best, it was never enough for him. All this for fear of failure.
A few hours passed and both agents received a message
Agents, the target will be at the club "Le Duplex". Banks is about to meet one of the agents of agency B2 here in Paris. From what we have been able to find out, this certain agent has been providing information about the company. The mission is to observe her and interfere if she threatens anyone on the premises. The man is of medium height, black skin, hairless, and with blue eyes. He will be carrying a gray suitcase in his hands. After the mission has been completed, send an ok to your original partners. I await the return of both of you.
The agents see the message and soon text each other. Holland asks Maxwell to meet him in the hall for them to go. The redhead visualizes the message and quickly grabs her weapons in case anything gets out of hand. Five minutes later, Ruby walks down to the hall and meets the brunette. The girl was wearing black pants, a long-sleeved wine blouse, black boots with thick heels, and a cap in the same color as the blouse.
-'Are you carrying weapons? -Holland asks, looking into the girl's pocket, which was empty.
-Don't ask me that as if I were inexperienced, Holland," the woman says looking sideways at the agent, who nods in agreement.
Ruby goes to the black car that had taken her and Thomas earlier. The car stayed with the agents in case they had to go after someone or to flee in extreme danger situations. The young woman gets into the car and sits in the driver's seat. Thomas goes to the window and leans against it.
-The young lady is going to drive? -He asks, and Ruby looks at him with an apathetic face.
Will you stay here or will you get in the car at once," she asks in the same tone as her partner and he agrees, climbing out of the window and getting in the car.
The agent starts the car and right in front of the dashboard appears a mini-screen that showed the location of the club. Ruby shifted into gear and drove forward through the streets of the capital. While the woman concentrated on driving, Thomas was choosing the music that would play. Seconds later, the song "Back In Black" by the band AC/DC, was playing inside the car. Maxwell didn't care about the music or the oblivious singing of the man next to him.
-What's your plan if something goes wrong?- Holland asks, turning the music down a bit.
-You get everyone out of the club. Then you and I will go to Naiomi. If they attack us, we can use tear gas or something that blurs their vision to give us a chance to counterattack. We can't let anyone outside get hurt, okay," Ruby answers her partner without taking her eyes off the street.
-I'll cover you," Thomas says and Ruby denies it.
-I don't need help -she says, raising her voice a little bit.
-I don't know if you know this, but we're partheners and we must have to help each other.- The man says
Somehow Thomas could sense how Maxwell felt about working as a pair, even if she didn't tell him the real reason. He didn't want to pressure her, but rather, try to get her to trust him so that they could have a good relationship within the mission.
On the other hand, Ruby tried not to be rude or impolite in dealing with this kind of situation, but it seemed that this was her form of defense. She hid behind a version of a woman she was not. All this so as not to lose her armor.
-I apologize for my tone of voice. Missions stress me out sometimes," the agent says looking at Thomas for a brief second.
-It's okay. I understand you. Especially an important mission like this can make anyone stressed.-The agent says trying to be understanding.
After a few minutes, the agents were already inside the bar. Maxwell looking at the place, wondered why Naiomi would come to the strip bar to settle business with a spy. Thomas, seeing his partner's curious expression, replies.
-I also find it strange that she comes to a place like this to settle business deals, but if we look closely, it makes sense," the brunette says, crossing his arms while observing the place.
Red and white colored lights were flashing, women dancing on the stage and others dancing on the laps of some men. A bar full of businessmen, bikers or sometimes just drunk people who come for the weekend promotion.
-How does that make sense?
-Well,If you look at the bar, you will see that there are many men in suits with wads of money that they probably intend to put in women's bras. Some of these men go into private rooms to have dances or sometimes more than that. If you stop to think about it, this is a great disguise for the agent as there are several men who look like him who come to see the women. It's easy to blend in, mon amour," Thomas concludes and Ruby laughs.
-You said you didn't know French.
-I didn't say I didn't know French. I said I wasn't fluent.
Thomas and Ruby sat at the bar and talked about random things until the target arrived. The agent appeared at the door with a silver suitcase just as Eleanor had described in the message. Ruby swallowed and looked at Thomas. He looked discreetly at the black-skinned man. The agent called one of the half-naked girls who were at the entrance, and they directed him behind a black curtain. Thomas and Ruby then decided to stay closer to this curtain where it led to a corridor full of small private rooms. The two agents sat down on a red leather couch and watched the room to make sure nothing got out of control.
Minutes pass until a loud bang echoes through the place, causing people to scream because of the fright. The sensual music that was playing stops and the sound of a gun is played once again.
Holland was right, when it came to Naiomi, peace was lost and danger and worry started to become a part of his life.
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Ammm I forgot how to breathe ❤️❤️❤️
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@nocompassionformypoornerves corrected me in stating we do indeed have a trio of Tom's in the Marvel movies. Not only do they all share the same first name, they also share the same initials. If Tom Hanks would join marvel the group would be complete.
Tom Hardy (Eddie Brock/Venom)
Tom Hiddleston (Loki Laufeyson/Loki)
Tom Holland (Peter Parker/Spiderman)
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Tom H. (Loki) June 9
Tom H. (Venom) September 24
Tom H. (Spider-man) December 17
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fic idea that i most likely will write in these two days i dont have nothing to do (also i got the idea from a post that im gonna find and edit into this) .. On your 18th birthday the initials of your soulmate is written on your wrist. the main character is a senior in highschool and the love interest is her ex boy bestfriend who has a gf that do not like her. on the main character’s birthday she notices the initials on her wrist is of her ex bestfriend....
I really really want to write this but if I dont I’ll request it on one of my favorite writers account and then edit this post with the link of it.
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NEW — Tom Hiddleston during the MTV Awards promoting Loki
(May 16, 2021)
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I always cry at weddings - Tom Holland part 1
Masterlist / Requests / Taglist
Warnings: Swearing, a whole lot of fluff.
There will be a part two for this, I just need to actually write it.
Word count: 1.8k
A tear rolled down your cheek while your best friend recited her vows, she truly looked beautiful draped in white. Wedding’s always made you cry. Being a hopeless romantic was a blessing and a curse.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Zack, her new husband and your other best friend, united their lips with a kiss full of devotion and promises. They beamed up at each other, and the sight made you cry once again. A love like that was all you wanted, someone who loved all your quirks and imperfections. Someone to love you for you. But you were unlucky in the romance area, to put it simply. You didn’t know if it was your taste in men, or just the men you attract, but your relationships were more like a horror movie than a romantic one.
A nudge on your shoulder made you turn around, and your jaw almost hung open when your eyes connected with Tom Holland’s. As in, the super-successful actor who plays spiderman, Tom Holland. Why did no one tell you fucking spiderman was going to be here, sitting right behind you? You were suddenly convinced that you were dreaming, or that the shots you took while getting ready had hit you a little too hard.
“Here, don’t want you ruining your makeup.” He chuckled and passed you a tissue. You blinked, quickly collecting yourself and accepting the tissue.
“Thank you. I always cry at weddings.” You smiled, dabbing your eyes gently. He returned your smile, and you turned back to the ceremony.
On the outside you seemed cool and collected, but inside, you were screaming and freaking out like a teenage fangirl. You mentally praised yourself for acting like a normal human before standing up along with everyone else. It was time for the reception, and you were going to leave straight after grilling your best friend on the superhero situation.
When most people had filtered out, you pushed through the remaining crowd to find the bride and groom so you could chew their asses out. They stood at the back of the room, looking all loved up as they stared into the others’ eyes. Zack noticed you approaching and smirked at your angry expression, already guessing what it was for.
“Which one of you invited spiderman and decided not to warn me? He gave me a tissue, and I had to pretend to be calm. Do you two fuckers know how hard that was?!” You whisper shouted, trying to act angry, but humour laced your words. A loud laugh came from your best friend, and she turned to her new husband.
“I told you she’d freak out.” She chuckled before turning to you, “He’s like a half cousin on his dad’s side or something.”
“I hate you both.” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest like a toddler.
Zack threw an arm over your shoulder. “No you don’t, you love us, that’s why you were crying in the first place. Now let’s go get this reception out the way so me and my love can consummate the marriage.”
You scrunched up your nose at the thought, but chuckled along with them as you exited the church.
Who the hell decided that champagne should be the main drink of weddings? You were three glasses in, and every time you took a sip, you had to resist the urge to spit it out and wipe your tongue. That’s why you were power walking to the bar, ready to drink anything but that foul liquid.
“Just get me something that’s strong and not champagne.” You said, slamming your card down on the bar. A chuckle came from behind you, and you spun on the seat to find Tom, again.
“Not a fan of the champagne?” He asked, leaning against the bar while he ran his fingers through his hair. God, he was hot, and he knew it.
You scrunched your nose and shook your head, “I’d rather drink a gallon of petrol over another glass of that stuff.”
Tom chuckled again and waved the bartender over.
“I’ll have a whiskey, and put her drink on my tab too, don’t want her drinking from a car.” He winked at you before taking the seat on your right.
Your stomach started doing backflips, and you thanked god that you weren’t blushing over the wink.
“I can pay for my own drinks, you know?” You raised an eyebrow, giving a thanks to the bartender who passed you your drink.
Tom tilted his head and swirled his glass in the light before looking back at you.
“I’m sure you can, but I can buy both our drinks. A pretty girl shouldn’t have to pay for herself, anyway.” He shrugged, a cocky smirk on his lips when a blush formed on your cheeks. You quickly recovered and tapped your fingers on the table.
“Oh, I see. Marvel pays well, huh?”
Tom’s head snapped to you, and he scanned your face slowly before opening his mouth.
He coughed, “You, erm, know who I am?”
“Darling, you’re spiderman. I think everyone knows who you are.” You hummed, taking a sip from the glass. “Besides, I’m a marvel fan. More of a cap girl though, no offence.”
His shoulders relaxed and he let out a relieved laugh, grateful that you weren’t treating him differently. It was rare for him to find someone who would have a normal conversation with him and not treat him like a celebrity. He put his glass down to shift towards you.
“What has cap got that I haven’t?” He questioned and noted the mischievous glint that appeared in your eye.
“Muscles, a shield, he’s worthy, did I mention muscl-”
Tom cut you off by waving his arms around, “I have muscles!”
You looked him up and down, biting back the laugh that was threatening to escape.
“Hm, but your muscles have nothing on Cap.” You smirked, making him shake his head with a smile.
“You’ve well and truly humbled me, love.” He chuckled, taking a sip of his drink while you bit your lip at the nickname.
“That’s what I’m here for.” You replied with a wink.
The sound of chairs scraping cut off your conversation, and everyone gathered around the dance floor. It was time for the first dance, and you could already feel yourself getting emotional. Bloody weddings.
The both of you stood up, making your way over to the floor together. As soon as you saw your best friend put her arms around her husband, tears pooled in your eyes again. And by the time they started dancing, the tears were falling down your cheeks. A genuine smile played on Tom’s lips, he thought you crying over every little wedding thing was adorable. He quickly put another tissue in your hand and you nodded a thank you, dabbing your eyes dry for the hundredth time that day. A small squeal left your lips while you clapped at the end of the dance, but a frown took over your features when your best friend winked at you as her eyes flicked between you and Tom.
“I want every single person on the dancefloor, so find a partner. You can’t say no because it’s my wedding bitches!” She shouted, making the room laugh. You gave her a death glare, that girl knew exactly what she was doing.
Tom cleared his throat, “So, erm, wanna dance?”
You gave him a shy smile as you took his outstretched arm, his touch sending tingles down your body.
“Well, since Chris Evans isn’t here, I guess you’ll have to do.” You smirked, making him roll his eyes as he led you onto the floor.
It was at this moment the alcohol hit you hard, and you tripped over thin air. Tom was quick to catch you, and wore a massive grin as you crashed into his chest. His arms snaked around your waist and you looped yours over his neck. A song you didn’t recognise started playing, and he leaned down to your ear.
“Already falling for me, darling?” His breath fanned over your neck, making your breath hitch. You composed yourself quickly and leaned out of his chest, feigning disgust.
“You wish, Holland.”
He chuckled and pulled you closer to him, swaying from side to side.
The two of you didn’t realise how long you’d been dancing until the DJ called the last song, and you both looked around at the half empty room in confusion. You had been in your own little world all night, rocking back and forth with Tom while making casual conversation. Music played over the speakers, and he chuckled at the song that played. Michael Bublé’s voice filled the venue, singing ‘Love at First Sight’.
I’m making this one special evening.
Tom smirked into your hair, “I think the universe is sending us a sign.”
Taking a chance in my life.
“Is it now?” You remarked, raising an eyebrow at the man.
Hoping you feel the same way as I do tonight.
Your bodies effortlessly moved with the music, almost like you’d been dancing together for years.
Just try and look into my eyes.
Honey brown eyes gazed into yours as you swayed, and an emotion you couldn’t place swirled in his irises. The bride and groom watched you from the side of the dance floor, giving each other a knowing look. It may be their wedding day, but it was also the perfect opportunity to play cupid for their love lacking friend, and it seemed they had succeeded.
The first time I saw you,
I knew love at first sight must be true, so true, oh so true.
The song ended, not that you and Tom noticed until the DJ started packing up his equipment. Your eyes snapped up to him, heat spreading over your cheeks under his stare.
“Yep, it’s one hundred per cent a sign.” He hummed, pulling away to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “So, can I get your number?”
You shook your head with a cheeky smile, making him groan and roll his eyes.
“If that was really a sign, then I’m sure the universe will help you find me again.” A surge of confidence shot through you, and you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. “Bye, Holland.”
He placed a hand to the cheek that you kissed with a giddy smile, eyes dazed like a love-struck teenager. Luckily, he snapped out of it before you could exit out of the main doors.
“Wait, what’s your last name?!” He shouted, earning funny looks from the few guests that remained, not that he cared.
“Ask the universe!” You shouted back, giggling as you spun around.
A smirk rose on his face at your antics, they just made him want to get to know you more. “I will find you, love.”
You peeked your head around the door, and blew him a kiss.
Tom Taglist: @imsadsothatswhyidab @allthisfortommy @juladrinkswater @yvngaquarius @organicpurplepants
Permanent Taglist: @elizabeth228 @bi-lmg
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Arrest Record Day
Blurb related to The Jar Series
Mob Boss!Tom Holland x Single Mom!Reader
Summary: A look into our favorite family a few years down the line.
Warnings: swearing lmao, mentions of violence (but it’s for a good cause), Holland fam shenanigans
Word Count: 1.6k
Estimated Reading Time: 8 minutes
A/N: did ya miss me? did you miss this series? yeah me too
Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist
She looked up from her bruised knuckles, hearing the deputy’s heavy footsteps coming her way. From her estimations, she’s been here for about four hours, meaning that it’s a little after five. But then again, with how dark these godforsaken cells are, it’s possible that she’s wrong.
Unlikely, but possible nonetheless.
Officer High Cholesterol somehow managed to unlock the door without dropping his family-sized bag of chips and she cringed at the greasy fingerprints left on the bars.
“You know, you should really think about eating healthier. I can give you my nutritionist’s number, she’s great. Made my transition from meat-loving sociopath to vegetarian sociopath seamless.”
“Enough with the sass, Holland, you’re lucky someone came for you at all. If it were up to me, you’d be rotting in a place much worse than this.”
Her black platform boots echoed in the empty hallways and she focused on keeping a cocky smirk on her face. As long as she feels confident, she’ll be able to ignore the fear creeping up her spine. Fake it till you make it.
She could hear her father’s voice the closer she got to the entrance, and she straightened her back unconsciously.
“Thanks for calling me, Anthony, I really appreciate it.”
The aforementioned Captain clapped him on the back.
“No problem, just… maybe try to keep an eye on her? It’s the fifth time in a month.”
Her father sighed and threw her an exasperated look.
He motioned for her to follow him and she complied, saluting Captain Mackie on her way out, the chains in her shorts rattling at her every step.
They got into her father’s Audi R8 without speaking a single word.
“Did you like your mugshot this time?”
“I think the bat-winged liner looks much better honestly, and I made sure to switch to my matte lipstick while in the car, that way the flash doesn’t ruin it.”
He looked her up and down.
“When did you buy the shirt?”
“It’s called a corset top, Dad, and there was a sale last weekend so I bought a whole bunch of them.”
Plus, it looked great with the new shorts and thigh strap combo she had going on. The fishnets really gave it the finishing look, though.
He weaved through the city flawlessly, going way over the speed limit, not that anyone would care. One look at the license plates and they’d back off.
“What happened this time?”
She took a piece of gum from the glove compartment.
“Some misogynistic prick got handsy with a waitress at lunch, so I punched him.”
He lifted a brow.
The brow stayed up.
“And kicked him in the balls.”
“And then broke a chair on his back when he tried to touch me. But in my defence, they seemed easily breakable and I wanted to test that theory.”
“One hit and they’re firewood.”
He nodded in satisfaction.
“We’re picking up Luna from her piano lesson, then Gabe from art class, and that should mean that we’ll get to the studio right as Ollie’s about to finish.”
“I should really start to plan arrests around my lessons, I’ll get thrown out of ballet school if I keep missing so much.”
“Organisation is a key skill to have.”
She took the spare charger out of her backpack, plugging it into the car so her phone could come back to life.
“Is everyone else already at home?”
Her father smirked.
“They always are. What’s the rush on your phone, Angel? Someone you wanna talk to?”
She squinted her eyes at him.
He pulled into the music school’s parking lot, waiting for the ten-year-old menace to come out to the car.
“Who’re you talking to?”
“Why do you care?”
“I always care. Now answer.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Just a new girl from school.”
She made a face at her sister once she was close enough to peer into the car.
“Her name’s Claire, she just moved here from France cause her dad’s British and he decided to move back here after the divorce. She’s a bit shy, so I’m hanging out with her, so she’s not alone.”
He hummed and stretched enough for Luna to kiss his cheek, settling into the back seat.
“Oh, is she telling you about the new student who she totally has a crush on but refuses to admit? She has a French accent. Mills loves french accents.”
Millie stretched her arm into the backseat and slapped her hand over her sister’s mouth.
“Shut up you menace, I do not.”
Tom reminded Luna to put on her seatbelt and took off towards the art school.
“So, Claire, is it?”
“We’re not doing this.”
She turned up the volume on the radio, the playlist affectionately dubbed ‘Soundtrack to Millie’s arrests’.
“Is she pretty?”
“HUNGRY EYES! ONE LOOK AT YOU AND I CAN’T DISGUISE!”
“Mills, you have to stop getting arrested during ballet hours!”
“Good morning to you too, Oliver dear.”
“Hi Dad, but seriously, I can’t deal with those people all by myself. That Hannah girl told me I looked ‘super strong’ today and kept shoving her boobs in my face. Is it not clear that I’m gay? Do my mannerisms, ogling the hot teacher, and rainbow fucking everything not make it clear?”
“Please, that girl couldn’t see rejection if it hit her in the face.”
“Which is exactly why I need you in that room with me to do your scary glare thing and keep the vultures away.”
“I’ll make sure to only get arrested on Tuesdays, Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays, then.”
Her dad shook his head.
“Not Sundays, your grandma won’t be happy if you miss Family Day.”
“Not Sundays then. Oh, stop there, I wanna get some flowers for Mom. And Grandma. And Aunt Noa. And Aunt Elysia. And Lizzie and Chris for getting me out. We should send Mackie a fruit basket.”
“Just buy the whole flower shop, it’ll be easier.”
“Shut up, Luna.”
“We’re back! She’s alive but smells like sweat and crimes, so if you could postpone the speech until after she showers, I’d be appreciative of it, please and thank you.”
Millie glared at her cousin.
“I don’t smell.”
Gabriel stuck his tongue at her and curled up next to Noa on the couch. Forever a mommy’s boy, that one.
She looked over at you, sitting calmly on the couch. The rest of her family was spread around the living room.
No one said a word, and the way she was getting stared at was kind of unsettling.
“What happened this time, Rosie?”
Although your voice was calm, she knew better.
“So, you know how on Wednesdays I go get lunch at Marinella’s to get a reprieve from my schoolmates?”
She decided not to mention that she took Claire with her. It’s not like it mattered much since her new friend didn’t get into trouble.
“So there was this one guy, absolutely disgusting, just screamed ‘corporate asshole’ - sorry, Nana - with everything he did, putting down the staff and all. But since I remembered you telling me not to get into any trouble, I stayed quiet at my table.”
You lifted a brow and she shrugged.
“Well, tried to, at the very least. But then when Alayna was serving him his drink, Director Small Dick - sorry, Nana - decided that it would be a good idea to put his hand on her bum.”
You took a sharp breath in, fire in your eyes. Yup, she’s definitely not gonna get into trouble now. Millie 1, police department 0.
“So, obviously I did the sensible thing and broke his hand. And nose. Then kicked him in the balls when he tried to make a grab at me. Then broke a chair on his back cause I wanted to see how easy it would be.”
“Simple and fun, kinda wanna do it again.”
You nodded at her.
“Good job, sweetie. Did you apologise to Claire for having to cut your date short?”
She spluttered while her family ‘ooh-ed’ at her.
“Not a date.”
“Mhm. That’s what I said every time your dad came over for movie night and look where it got me.”
She pouted and grumbled about it being totally different situations but it seemed that no one was listening to it, choosing instead to sing an abhorrently off-key version of ‘Kiss The Girl’.
“But anyway! Pumpkin, this is a celebration!”
The lights suddenly went off and her Uncle Sam came into the room, carrying a big cake - chocolate, her favourite - lit up with candles spelling 369.
“Happy Arrest Record Day to you, happy Arrest Record Day to you, happy Arrest Record Day, dear Millie! Happy Arrest Record day to you!”
She blew out the candles to the sound of her family’s cheers.
“Well, it’s official kiddo, you’ve taken my crown for the most arrests before age 18. Congratulations, you’ve cost your Dad a ton of bribing money!”
She smiled at her Uncle Harry, glad to take on the mantel as the family’s biggest troublemakers.
“How are you feeling about it?”
“Sad. Always sad. I’ve lost yet another record to you.”
She vividly remembered the day she first managed to shoot an entire round perfectly at the centre of the practice sheet. It was on her fourteenth birthday, a whole year and a half younger than Harry had been.
“Look on the bright side: I’m never gonna steal your title of the highest amount of stupid things done to impress one person.”
He grumbled something about ‘snarky kids’, but she was too busy eyeing the cake to notice.
All in all, just another day at the Holland house. No more drama for today, that’s for sure.
“Aunt (Y/n)! Millie’s backpack’s ripped again!”
She just had to jinx it, didn’t she?
“Millicent Rose Holland!”
oh how i missed them. ngl, the first version of this somehow turned into the beginning of a series, completely accidentally, but i managed to put my foot down and say NO MORE SERIES
so then obviously i went and came up with five additional blurb ideas that i just feel obligated to write
i’ll get to it eventually
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Off-Limits: Part 9
Characters: Tom Holland X Reader Osterfield, Harrison Osterfield, Holland boys (mentioned), Dr. Riley Cotter (OC)
Word Count: 4780
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Therapy, Mild Anxiety/ Panic Attack
A/n: Sorry there was no update on this series last week, Life decided to be a bitch and get in the way.
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You don’t know how long you were standing in the middle of this giant hug but when it was over, it seemed like it was too soon. After everything that has happened the last couple months, there was this sense of peace that finally came over you. Now you were going to work hard to keep it like this. You know it’s going to be an up-hill battle, but you know that you have an amazing support system behind you.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Tom’s voice brought you out of your thought.
“Just how lucky I am to have all of you. I’m starting to realize that I can’t do this on my own. I have built up so many walls around myself that I need to learn to break them down to let the people that I care about most back in.” You looked down at your feet, you didn’t want to see the reactions on their faces.
“We are all here for you Y/n. No matter what, we will help you in any way that we can.” He pulled you into him and kissed the side of your head.
Not being able to trust your voice, you just smiled. You leaned into Tom resting your head on his shoulder. It was getting late, and you guys have had a long day. Harrison could see that you were tired.
“Y/n I think it’s time to go. You look like you are about to pass out right here.” He let out a small chuckle.
“Okay.” you let out a yawn. “Goodnight guys.”
“Goodnight Y/n.” The boys said in unison.
“Goodnight Darling.” Tom gave you one last hug before letting you go with Harrison.
“Goodnight Tom.” You walked to the car with Harrison. Tom didn’t go back inside until your car was out of sight.
You started falling asleep on the drive back to your flat. After Harrison parked the car, he came around to get you out. You stopped him from trying to pick you up, you got out of the car and wrapped an arm around him for support. Once you had gotten into your flat you let go of him and turned to him.
“I have a surprise for you.” You gave him a sleepy smile.
“I’m sure it can wait until morning Y/n.” he chuckled.
“No, it can’t. Follow me.”
You turned and pointed down the hall. You dramatically walked like Gollum towards the spare room. This caused Harrison to double over in a laughing fit, but that also didn’t stop him from pulling out his phone to record you. You were currently using the spare room as an office, but you wanted Harrison to feel more at home. You also didn’t want him to have to sleep on the couch anymore while he is here. Once outside the door, you were still in a crouching stance. You reached up to the doorknob before looking up to him with a scrunched-up face.
“Are you ready Harrison?” You said in your best Gollum voice.
“Absolutely not, but I am loving this.” He gestured to all of you. “For someone who was dead tired less than a minute ago, you sure have a burst of energy.”
“Well, I am just excited.” You stood up and started talking normally. “I just wanted to do a little something for you. You have done so much for me, that I want to return the favor.”
“You didn’t have to do anything for me. You’re my sister I would do anything for you.”
“Exactly! I’m your sister and I would do anything for you too.” You moved back to the door and opened it. “Come on, go in.” You gestured for him to walk in.
Harrison hesitantly walked around you into the room. You had gotten him the full set up, a queen size bed, nightstands, dresser and a television. Even after he wasn’t staying with you anymore you would have a full guest room/ office.
“Oh my…” Harrison was speechless. “When did you…? How did you…?” He was walking around the room in awe.
“Well, it wasn’t easy I can tell you that much.” You said as you slightly sat on your desk. “I had to do it over a few days. Do you remember when you had to leave to help Tom with movie stuff for a few days?”
“Yeah, you did this when I left you?”
“I didn’t do most of it.” You lifted up your hand, it was almost fully healed now. “I had a lot of help, I did more of the decorating part. So, I hope you like it.”
“Like it? I love it.” He came over and hugged you. “I may never go back to mum’s.”
“Woah let’s not get too caried away here. As much as I love you, that’s going to be a firm no.”
“Oh, come on, you don’t want to live with your favorite brother?”
“Haz you are my only brother.”
“Then by default your favorite.” He had a big grin on his face.
“I am so not awake enough for this anymore.” You gave him a pat on the shoulder before heading towards the door. “Goodnight Haz.”
“Thank you for this Y/n. Goodnight.” You walked to your room for some much-needed sleep.
The next morning, you were up earlier than Harrison, so you decided to make breakfast for the both of you. You grabbed two plates and mugs, setting them on the island for when you were ready for them. You made a quick breakfast of bacon, eggs and hash browns before starting on making the tea. When you were almost done Harrison came out of his room, his hair was all over the place. You couldn’t help but smile.
“Wow… You look amazing.” You were trying to hold in your laughter.
“Well thank you.” He attempted to fix his hair but only made it worse. “That bed is amazing. It’s better than the one I have at home.”
“Well, I’m glad you like it.”
You put food onto the plates for the two of you. Then you handed him his cup of tea. You both sat down to eat. Harrison could tell there was something on your mind, just by the look on your face he knew.
“What do you have planned for today?”
“Umm… I was able to find a therapist. I figured that it’s time that I try to deal with things like an adult.” You were just pushing your food around at this point. You ate a fair amount but all of a sudden you weren’t hungry. “I umm... was wondering if you could maybe…”
“Go with you?” You didn’t look at him, just nodded. “Yes, I will go with you.”
“Really?” You finally looked over to him, with a shocked look in your face.
“Don’t act so surprised.” He gently pushed your arm. “I would do anything for you. You know that, right?
You had decided that you should take the doctor’s advice and go to see a therapist. In all honesty you didn’t think it was going to help. You were going to give it a chance though. You had found one close enough to your flat that you could walk to, his name is Dr. Riley Cotter. Today was your first meeting with him, and you were nervous. You had initially asked Harrison to come with you instead of Tom because there are things in your past that you just needed to keep quiet, and right now you were kind of wishing you hadn’t asked Harrison to come.
You and Harrison were standing outside of his office. Your appointment was in a few minutes, but you couldn’t bring yourself to go inside.
“Are you okay?” Harrison noticed you shaking.
“I… I don’t know if I can do this.” You started rubbing your hands together, in an attempt to try and steady them.
“How about we sit here until you’re supposed to go in, then if you don’t think you can, we will go back home. Okay?”
“Yeah, let’s do that.”
The both of you sat down on a bench outside, Harrison wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close to him. You sat there for a few minutes before you heard the door to the building open. You looked up to see a man standing in the doorway. He looked over to you and Harrison with a smile.
“I’m guessing putting a bench in was a smart idea.”
“Yeah, sorry I just needed a few minutes to calm my nerves.” You said as you stood up, pulling on the sleeves of your jumper.
“That is completely fine. Take your time. I’m here when you’re ready.” He gave you a reassuring smile.
“I think I’m ready.” You looked to Harrison who stood up.
“Y/n.” You looked back up to the man. “For the first couple of sessions, I don’t allow my clients to bring other people in. I just want you to be able to talk freely. I want you to feel like you can say certain things and you can’t do that with someone else here.”
Harrison gave you a look as to ask if you were okay. You just nodded your head and walked to the door where Dr. Cotter was standing. Once inside, the building had an open concept. It was wide open; it didn’t feel like what you thought a therapist’s office would feel or look like. It looked as if you were just walking into someone’s home. You were looking around for a while, just scoping out the place.
You looked over to where Dr. Cotter is standing. There were a few different places to sit. Over to the left side there was a large couch with a few matching chairs around a coffee table. Off to the right by a large window was a table with a couple of chairs.
“This doesn’t feel like a therapists office.” You gestured to your surroundings.
“I know. I wanted to make my office different. I get a lot of clients in here that absolutely hated the whole stereotypical, leather couch and single chair with a wall of books behind it. I do still have that, but I want my clients to feel like this is a safe place for them to come in and be themselves. I want them to be able to talk freely, and the environment plays a role in that. That’s why I have different areas. So, any place in particular you want to sit?” He stood there explaining with his hands behind his back but gestured with one hand when asking you were to sit.
“I guess the couch is fine.” No matter where you sat down, you were still going to be nervous.
“Okay, just let me grab a few things and we will get started. Would you like some tea or water?”
He walked over to a small kitchenette, putting a kettle on to boil. He grabbed out three cups, one of which was a to go cup. You were confused for a minute. He made the tea in the disposable cup first and walked outside, you guessed he gave it to Harrison. That made you smile; he was out there for a little while. Once he came back inside, he went into another room, coming back he had a couple of things in his hands. He came over to you and handed you a notebook, he set down his notepad and pen before going to get the tea.
“Thank you.” He handed you your tea and sat down in one of the chairs.
“You’re welcome.” He gave you a smile, then picked up his notepad. “So, let’s get started, shall we? I’m not going to pressure you into telling me anything. Like I said earlier this is supposed to be a safe space for you. When you are ready you can tell me as much or as little as you want. I will be writing down notes, one of the few things that will never change when it comes to therapy.”
“Okay. I… I don’t know where to start.” Once again you started shaking, you wrapped your arms around yourself to try and calm down.
“Let me just say this. You can quickly lose yourself because you’re silent about things. Everyone thinks that their world is crumbling around them, but when you talk to someone about what you’re going through that’s when you realize that you are not alone in this.”
“Well, if that’s the case. I lost myself a long time ago.” You took in a deep breath, before letting it all out. It was time to start getting things off of your chest. “I guess that happened when I thought that jumping into a relationship was the best thing I could do. Boy, was I wrong.” You let out a small chuckle.
“Why do you say that?” His brows furrowed together, in a curious fashion and not a critical way.
“Well, back then I was trying to run from my own feelings. I have been in love with a guy that I have known forever. I didn’t want to face my feelings for him. I ended up trying to get over him by dating the wrong guy. All though I didn’t know that at the time. He was so sweet to me in the beginning, I was an idiot to think that it was real. It was one of those too good to be true situations. I knew it was, but I stayed with him. After about a year, it was like a switch flipped in his brain. I didn’t know what I did but shit hit the fan.”
You needed to take a breath before you could keep talking about this. When you told Harrison and Tom “everything” it wasn’t exactly everything. You didn’t really want to face this right now. You just wanted to get up and leave. You may have also looked towards the windows and door for an escape. Dr. Cotter could see it too.
“Y/n, you don’t have to keep going. I can see the gears turning in your head. I can see that this is making you uncomfortable to the point that you are about to bolt out the door.” He leaned closer to you to look you directly in the eyes. “Therapy isn’t a sprint that you have to get done in one day. It is going to take you a long time to deal with any issue. Even the ones you think are small, they can bring up so many emotions for you. Let me ask you this. Have you tried explaining any of this to anyone that you are close too?”
“I did, but I didn’t tell them everything. Faking a smile is so much easier than explaining why I’m sad and broken.” You looked down at your hands before moving onto something else. “Nobody knows how depressed I truly am. Or how alone I really feel. It’s so hard being your own best friend when you secretly hate yourself more and more as the time passes.” Tears had formed in your eyes; you were trying to hold them back.
“Why do you think you are broken?”
“I don’t know how to explain the reason I feel this way, I just do. I know I have so many issues and problems that I have to deal with. My brain is so messed up from the shit I have gone through. I can tell you right now that I don’t think that you can help me, I feel like I’m too far gone.” You got up and started pacing. You raked your fingers through your hair. “I just hate feeling like this, I hate that I have put myself in a position where I can say or do one wrong thing and I’m on my own. I know that the people in my life say they will be there for me no matter what, but I have a hard time believing them.”
“No one is too far gone. We just have to help you to learn see that.” He just looked up at you for a second, just searching your eyes. “Not everyone in your life is going to leave you Y/n. You have to know that.”
“How am I supposed to believe that? If I were them, I would have left me a long time ago, and not turned back. The thing is I just need one person, to never give up on me. Just one.” You stopped to look at him, holding up one finger. “With the way I was going and still kind of am going, it’s only a matter of time before they see it too.”
“I can tell you that your brother Harrison.” He pointed towards the door. “He’s not going to leave you; he’s not going to give up on you. I know I only talked to him for a short amount of time, but he cares about you so much.”
You sat back down, putting your head into your hand. You were still trying to fight back the tears but so far you were fighting a losing battle.
“Here.” You looked up to see him holding a tissue out for you. “I think that you have done enough for today. Honestly, I didn’t think that you were going to tell me anything. Well not for a few sessions anyway.”
“I just need to start letting things out. I can’t keep them bottled up anymore.”
He picked up the notebook that he had handed to you earlier. “Here’s a good place to start then.”
“What is this for?” You took the notebook from him.
“That is for you. I would like you to write at least one thing a day. It could be a page, a paragraph, a sentence, a word, you could even draw a picture if you want. I just want you to do something. Most people don’t like expressing their feeling to others in the fear of getting hurt. You don’t have to show it to me if you don’t want to, but I would like you to at least try.”
“I will, and I’m sorry I was all over the place. It all kind of came out so fast.”
“Don’t apologize, I was able to keep up with you. I can tell that there is a lot of things that you need to get out, you just don’t know how. That’s why I am here to help you, and that’s another reason I give people these notebooks.”
You just smiled at him. Then the both of you just walked to the door. When you walked out Harrison was on the phone, but as soon as he saw you, he hung up.
“Hey, is everything okay?” He saw the redness in your eyes, and instantly pulled you into a hug.
“Yeah, I’m okay.”
He pulled back slightly, looking at you. You brought your hand up to wipe the few tears that had fallen out when Harrison hugged you. He took one hand off of you and waved to the Doctor, you did the same. As you walked back home, the both of you held onto the other. You needed this sense of comfort right now.
You walked in silence; you didn’t want to talk after that. You could tell Harrison had something on his mind though. Just by the way he kept looking at you. Once you finally got inside your flat you asked him about it.
“Harrison?” You leaned with your hands braced on the back of the couch.
“Yeah.” He looked over too you.
“What are you talking about?”
“Haz, I have known you your entire life, I know all your little quirks. So, what’s going on?” You crossed your arms and just looked at him.
“While you were in with your therapist, I got a call from Tom.” He was avoiding eye contact, so it wasn’t a simple phone call.
“He has to go to New York for a week or so to do reshoots, and he was wondering if I could go. He also doesn’t want to leave you alone. I don’t want to leave you here either.”
“Haz I will be fine without you for a week or even two. I think its time for me to start taking charge of my life again. I am doing better. Go with him to New York, I will be fine.” You gave him a smile, a fake smile but a smile none the less.
“Are you sure? I can tell him you’re not ready.” You quickly cut him off.
“Harrison, if you don’t go, I will personally kick your ass all the way to New York myself.” You pulled out your phone and dialed Tom’s number.
“What are you doing?” You held up a finger to Harrison and mouthed “I’m on the phone” before turning away.
“Oh no, what did I do?” You could hear a hint of fear in his voice.
“You haven’t done anything, but what you are going to do is make sure Harrison gets on the plane to New York with you.”
There was a moment of silence between the two of you, while you waited for his response.
“Are you sure love? I can ask Harry or Sam to come with me.”
“I’m fine, plus this week will be my first week back to work. So, I won’t even be here ninety percent of the time. I don’t need a babysitter; I have gotten better. if you feel so inclined to have someone here with me, you could always bring me Tessa.” You had a real smile on your face now. You absolutely Love her.
“Alright. I will let Tessa watch over you.” You let out a squeal and did a small happy dance. “You have to promise me that you will let me know if something happens, or if you need me or Harrison to come back.”
“I promise but like I said I will be fine. I talk about Tessa all the time, everyone at the studio wants to meet her. Which means she won’t be stuck here; she will be with me all day. Plus having Tessa with me will make my week a lot brighter.”
“I know, you love her. I think she loves you more than she loves me though…” He paused for a few seconds. “Maybe its not a good idea for her to spend a week with you…”
“Thomas Stanley Holland! Don’t you dare!”
“I have no idea what you’re implying.”
“Don’t you dare dangle Tessa cuddles in front of me just to take them away.”
“I would never do that to you.”
“Umhm. When do you guys leave?”
“Oh wow, that’s so soon. Maybe you guys should just come over and stay the night here and I can take you to the airport tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I will be over there later. I still need to pack for myself and for Tessa.”
“Okay, I will see you later.”
“See you later Darling.”
You hang up the call. You look to Harrison with a smile on your face.
“Go pack for your trip Haz.”
“Yeah yeah.” He just waved you off as he walked to his room to pack.
A few hours later, Harrison is on the couch watching tv, while you are in the kitchen making dinner. You were making a quick caprese chicken in pasta, I was one of the many meals you learned while you were in the states. One of your friends was obsessed with food and cooking, so you asked him to show you some good recipes, which he gladly did. You had pulled out three plates just in case Tom hasn’t eaten by the time he gets there. You were just about done when you heard the knock on the door.
“Harrison, will you get the door please?”
“On it.” He got up quickly and went to the door.
The next thing you hear was the little nail taps on your hardwood floors. You knew it was Tessa. Which means any second you would hear Tom next.
“Hello Love.” He said as he came up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Well hello to you too.” You were trying to focus on finishing dinner, but Tom wouldn’t let go. “Tooom, I need you to let go. I’m trying to get this done.”
“No.” You could hear the pout in his voice. “I’m not going to be able to do this for a week, I have to do it as much as I can.”
You turned around in his arms. “I promise if you let go, I will let you be as clingy as you want. I’m almost done.”
“Ugh… Fine.” He let go of you.
You turned back a round to finish. You moved the pan off the stove and started plating the food. Tom came in to help you take the plates to the table. You grabbed two beers and a bottled water, taking them to the table. You gave the boys the beers and kept the water. You were really trying to not drink as much. So far you have been successful.
After dinner you guys decided to watch a movie. You were slightly sitting/laying in the corner with your legs up on the couch, but as promised Tom was laying down with you. His head was on your chest, his arms wrapped around you. You were playing with his hair, making him slowly start to fall asleep. Harrison was sitting on the love seat with Tessa cuddled up next to him. You couldn’t help but smile, everything was perfect.
Once the movie was over Harrison got up to go to bed. You both said goodnight, Tessa came over to you, putting her face on the couch and looked up at you. You knew it was time for her to have a potty break, but when you tried to get up Tom’s grip tightened.
“Tom, I need to get up.”
“No. Too comfortable.” He mumbled.
“Tessa needs to go out, then we can go to bed.”
“Okay.” He laid there for a few more seconds before getting up. He looks so tired.
“Tom, go lay down. I can take her out really quick.”
“Are you sure? I can come.” His eyes were still closed, while he was talking to you.
“I’m sure. Go to bed, I will be there soon.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek before taking Tessa out.
When you came back in, you made sure Tessa had plenty of food and water out. Then the two of you made your way to your room, leaving the door open enough for her to come and go. You looked over to see that Tom had already passed out.
You looked to your desk to see the notebook for Dr. Cotter. You walked over and finally sat down to write in it, but you didn’t know what to write. You just sat there for a while staring at the blank page. When your pen finally moved, it was like as if someone else was controlling it.
I don’t know what to write in here. I know I should write my feelings but the feelings I am having right now, I know they are temporary.
I am happy that I have my brother, my boyfriend and my Tessa here. Tomorrow will be here soon to ruin it. Harrison and Tom will leave for New York. I will still have Tess, but I just feel like something is going to happen. I don’t know what it is, but I just have this pit in my stomach.
That’s just my life at this point though. The feeling of something is going to happen, just not knowing when. It’s one of the worst feelings in the world, but I don’t know how to stop it. That scares me so much.
You got up closing the notebook and turning to your bed. Tessa had already made herself at home on it, walking over you gave her a few head scratches. You got in and moved close to Tom, you gave him a kiss on the forehead. His arms instantly tried to find your waist, pulling you as close as he possibly could, eventually you were laying on his chest. You don’t know how long it took you to fall asleep, but the sound of Tom’s heartbeat was lulling you to sleep.
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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 17
Chapter 17: Blood is Thicker than Water
Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader
-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry
-Warnings: References to sex, language, typos, sad thoughts, attempted suicide, vomiting
A/n: Thank you so mucg guys with all the live support. Finally done, yay, with part 1
Chapter 17: Blood is Thicker than Water
Four years had passed and Rosie was the only one to stick around. Everything had changed. You and Tom were currently on your trip around the world. Traveling everywhere from Cuba to Greece. Taking in sights of the world.
Embarking on journey covering 3 continents and 10 countries so far. You had already visited the Taj Mahal in India, the Amalfi Coast for some sun, and Iceland just for the blue lagoon hot springs. You and Tom were having the time of your lives, it being the perfect distraction from everything back home.
Rosie was running the mob along with her new right hand and consigliere, Linus. Rosie had been taking on the mantle as the new leader of the Holland mob. Picking up where Parker left off. Trying to do him justice. Tom had helped her learn the ropes but she always had that fiery personality desired for a mob persona.
After four years, Rosie learned to embrace her grief instead of shoving it away, she began to visit Parker’s grave more and more. Tried to every week, but life got in the way. She would bring a new set of flowers to freshen up the old ones.
She knew today would be especially hard, every year it was impossible. Rosie could barely get through the day. Today was her 20th birthday, marking 4 years of celebrating without Parker.
Rosie and Henry’s relationship had grown into one full of misery. Trapped in a loveless relationship, but he was still her best friend. With just one look he would know what she was thinking.
Over the past couple years, Henry has been so obsessed with keeping her safe that it was driving her mad. Rosie understood that Henry didn’t want to lose her like he lost Parker, but Rosie ran a mob and danger followed her everywhere. They started drifting apart when everything happened with the Holland family, creating unfixable cracks in their foundation.
Lately, Rosie had been feeling someone watching her every move. Following her whenever she would be downtown. Feeling a presence she hasn’t felt in a while. Constantly shivering in fear, feeling as though she was observed. From then on, every move she made was calculated and thought out.
When Rosie first took on the mantle, she cleaned house. Eliminating those whose loyalty would always lie with Tom. Trying to affirm the fact that she was so much more than just Tom’s daughter. She had let William go and few others because she brought in Linus.
Even after starting her new regime, things have been a bit off, lately. She hasn’t been sleeping through the night. She’d jolt out of sleep, drenched in a cold sweat. Henry would be startled awake as well by her movement as move to comfort her.
“Roo, you okay?” Henry asked groggily, yawning a bit. Rosie gasping to catch her breath. Her dreams were supposed to be an escape but now they were doing more harm than good.
“I don’t know. I keep having these dreams about Parker. Like he was trying to tell me something,” Rosie said, gathering her bearings. It wasn’t everyday she was visited by her deceased twin brother.
“From beyond the grave?…Rosie, he’s gone,” Henry pondered.
“I know, I just can’t shake this feeling. That he is… he’s.”
“What? Still alive? Honey, we buried him. You cried over him. If he was still alive don’t you think we would’ve shown his face by now. Wilson and Carter are gone, they have been for awhile now,” Henry explained, hoping it would bring her some solace. Henry wasn’t blind to the change in her demeanor, she did open up to him about being followed everywhere she went.
“I guess you’re right. But my dreams feel so real,” Rosie whispered, lying back down. Ready to drift off into a deep sleep. One not tainted by the memory of Parker.
“Go, back to sleep baby.” Henry said, he knew they would be getting up in a few hours anyway. Tomorrow was a very big day. Henry knew he and Rosie had been drifting but he was all set to give her the best birthday ever.
Henry had bought tickets for you and Tom to fly in for her birthday and stay for awhile. This time of year was hard for all of you but it wasn’t fair to Rosie. The day that is supposed to be about her has always been shared but now no one dared acknowledge it. It was just a reminder of what had been lost.
“Good morning, beautiful. Happy birthday,” Henry whispered, peppering her face in kisses as the morning sun shone through the curtains.
“Thank you,” Rosie sighed. Every year was a challenge. It got a little better every year but she knew she would never fully accept his absence.
“What do you have planned today?” Henry inquired, he was always one for big gestures. He absolutely hated that she no longer enjoyed her birthday.
As a kid she loved the idea of turning a year older, getting to grow up and getting loads of presents of course. You always made the priority of throwing the most perfect themed parties for Rosie and Parker. One year they had a pirate themed pool party with a treasure hunt and another a circus/carnival theme with fair games and a petting zoo. You loved going all out for their birthday. Just spoiling them in general.
Rosie and Parker, also Tom, can’t forget about him, made life worth living. You and Tom did everything for your kids, never wanting them to feel an ounce of sadness.
But the times had changed, you were no longer the mother to a son. It was just Rosie and you thanked God everyday that she was still there but your heart will forever be scarred.
Scars take forever to heal, sometimes never. There will never be a day when you don’t miss Parker or he doesn’t cross your mind. Everything you did from the moment he died was for him, in one way or another. You knew the grief would never stop but you hoped Rosie would one day be able to move on with life.
“You know…” Rosie murmured.
“Oh yeah, say hi for me,” Henry nodded along remembering Rosie was going to spend the day next to her better half, Parker.
Rosie proceeded to get dressed and ready for the day. She wore a tight grey dress showing off the perfect curves of her body. And a pair of black high heels to complete her power woman ensemble.
“Henry, you aren’t throwing me a party right? I really don’t want one,” Rosie inquired. Rosie would prefer to have all birthdays pass and wash away but she knew Henry wouldn’t allow that. At the most she would have a nice dinner with him and watch a movie.
“You’ll just wait to find out,” Henry grinned cheekily. In reality he was throwing her surprise party to help her find the joy in her birthday again.
“Henry seriously, not this year,” Rosie announced.
“It’s never any year. You haven’t celebrated in 3 years. You need to get over this.”
“Get over what? The death of my twin brother?” Rosie asked, astounded at Henry’s previous statement. The nerve he had, wow.
“Roo, I’m sorry,” Henry tried to apologize but Rosie left in a huff.
“Talk later, Linus is waiting for me,” Rosie yelled, already walking out of the room. “Linus, you ready to go?” Rosie said, as she found him drinking coffee in her kitchen. He sat at the bar, legs dangling off the chair as she came down.
“Yes, Roo,” he said, a little out of breath from taking the awe of her beauty.
“Please don’t call me that around Henry… What’s on the agenda?” Rosie asked Linus as she poured herself her own cup of coffee.
“Well, Shaw owes you 3 million and the deadline you gave him expired,” Linus explained, he knew Rosie hated having things held over her head. She would prefer to get them out of the way as soon as possible.
“Well then, let’s go pay him a visit. I could use a drink. Afterwards, can you drop me off at the cemetery?”
“Of course, Roo,” Linus said. Rosie huffed in response, rolling her eyes at the name. Linus loved to get a rise out of Rosie. Her remarks to his comments were just a sign of their playful banter.Rosie’s relationship with Linus was complicated. They were partners, most of the time.
Rosie had gone really dark over the past years. There were days where she refused to get out of bed. Sitting in bed wasting the entire day away. Henry would come home from work and try his best to comfort her but after Parker he was just as lost as her. They lived in the same house but not truly together. Not as lovers, maybe as roommates.
All Rosie could feel were thoughts of hopelessness, desolation, and misery. Never being able to find that light at the end of the tunnel. She didn’t deserve to find it, thinking she was the one who pushed you and Tom away. Blaming herself for Parker. All these feelings and Henry wasn’t there, too busy with his own life.
One day, Rosie had gotten real low. Couldn’t find a way out so she went to the gun room grabbed the closest pistol, a bottle of scotch, a glass and sat in Tom’s office. She rested on Tom’s chair trying to find the will to end it all. To point the pistol and pull the trigger.
It would be so easy, the flick of a finger. No more pain. She tried not to think about everything she was giving up. Never seeing you or Tom again, or Henry. Never loving him again, if they ever did manage to find their way back to each others arms. Never experiencing the things that made life worth living.
All her thoughts were halted as Linus barged in. He stopped dead in his tracks as he saw the broken girl hold a gun unto her temple, its safety clicked off. The room was cold as an icy chill ran down his spine.
“Rosie, what are you doing!?!” Linus thundered, trying to stop her before she pulled the trigger.
“I don’t know. I think I’m trying to end it all,” Rosie whispered as tears streamed down her face. Deep down she didn’t want to pull the trigger, she wasn’t ready to say goodbye.
“End what all? Your life?” Linus asked, trying to talk her off the metaphorical ledge. Something had to happen that pushed her to this point. Rosie had to be drowning and calling out for help but no one came.
“No, it was never about killing myself. It was just about ending the pain and suffering,” she cried.
“Rosie, listen to me. There is so much more you have to live for. This will pass. Think about everything you are giving up.” Linus tried to appeal to the people she loved, you, Tom, and Henry. Losing Rosie would no longer make you a mother. How could Rosie take that away from you?
“I already have and it hasn’t, for 2 years. How do you know it will get any better?” Rosie begged for a true answer. She had been slumping around, letting the days pass her by as she stood silent, screaming non-vocally for help. Trapped in an asylum of misery.
“I don’t. But I’ll be there to help you,” Linus exclaimed, giving her the truthful response she wanted. Rosie just needed to hear that she wasn’t alone in this world anymore.
“No, you won’t. You’ll just leave like everyone else. Henry doesn’t love me anymore. My parents left. I’m all alone.”
“Roo, you aren’t alone. Just hand me the gun and we can work this out. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here,” Linus pleaded. That was the first time he had used that nickname. The name had been reserved for only Henry, Parker and you.
In that moment Rosie saw someone she missed so dearly in Linus, Parker. Parker was the only person who was 100% there for her. He was there to talk her off the ledge. He was there at her weakest and in a split second he was standing in front of her.
Rosie gave in, removing the gun from her temple, clicking the safety one and handing it over. She slowly stood up, coming over to Linus and collapsed in his arms. Rosie whispered a small “I missed you” as he held the broken girl. He was the only one who could pull her out. Not Henry, god she wished it was Henry. Linus understood her pain and didn’t try to fix everything.
Henry was the opposite. Constantly worrying about Rosie and trying to find a solution for everything. Things from the slightest backache to feelings of hopelessness. Rosie didn’t need fixing she just needed to be heard and Linus made sure she was.
At Harmon’s, the bar was quite empty. Just Shaw and a few of his men. Shaw has borrowed money from Rosie to clear of a few charges. The Holland name had some pull in the legal community. Dating back to Dom’s days but Tom mostly laid down roots.
Linus entered first, firing two shots to take out Shaw’s capos. “Jesus Christ,” yelled Shaw as his protection thudded against the floor.
Rosie followed Linus in, making her presence known, “Shaw, you know I’m not a fan of people not staying true to their word. Do you have my money?”
“Rosie, doll. I paid you in full already. If this just your sad attempt to stir something up we can work this out another time. Shoo, let me finish my drink,” Shaw snickered.
“Shaw, I know your games. You have 3 minutes to transfer my money right now. One for each million. I have Linus checking for a deposit of 3 million, make this simple and do it,” Rosie stated with an unchanging expression.
“I need more time, that’s not enough. It’s all in separate accounts,” Shaw asserted, his voice starting to waver as he stared down the barrel of her pistol.
“Well then, I’d hurry if I were you. Here’s your phone. Just wire the money… Starting now,” Rosie exclaimed as Linus devoted his stare to watch. Glancing at the seconds tick away.
“Fine, I’m going,” Shaw screamed, about to crack under the pressure.
“2 minutes left,” Linus chimed in.
“Okay, I’m just inputing the dollar amount, it’s a lot of zeros.” Shaw tried to explain. He was about to lose his life because he was slow.
“I’m going, I’m going.”
“10, 9, 8, 7, 6—“
“I’m done,” Shaw said, letting out the breath he was holding.
“That was fast but not fast enough,” Rosie whispered raising her gun square to the back of his head. Her finger slipped to the trigger and fired a shot.
“Wow, I didn’t think you actually kill him,” Linus said, impressed by her ruthlessness.
“He was getting on my nerves, besides he will never borrow money from me again if he is dead,” Rosie chuckled.
“You know I found that really hot,” Linus whispered in her ear.
“You always do.” Rosie grinned at his advances, trying to pull her close to his chest. “Hey, this can’t keep happening.”
“Oh, come on. You say that every time. I can’t hide my feelings for you anymore.”
“Well, you are going to have to. I was clear about what this was. So I’m going to ask you this once more time, what do you want?”
“I want you.”
“Well you can have me in the bathroom in 2 minutes.”
“Roo, you’re too good to me,” Linus smirked, following her as she glided to the restroom.
Everything lasted about 30 mins. They were in and out in a flash. The bar now smelled of sex and a dead bodies. Linus was the first to finish, coming out of the bathroom looking disheveled as hell. Sporting the same juts had a quickie look. Linus went to pull the car around after fixing his hair in the mirror.
Linus would never be Henry and that was a good thing, Linus was different. By no circumstances was Rosie in love with Linus or will ever be in love with him, he was merely a distraction. Rosie knew her relationship with him was wrong but he made her feel alive once more.
Rosie emerged from bathroom breathing heavy, almost gasping for air, with sweat glistening on her chest. She straightened out her dress as combed down her hair. Stepping out of the doorway, the smell of a fresh rotting body hit her.
Rosie immediately turned around and lunged for the toilet. She had been in the business for 3 years and never before had her body reacted this way. She hurled into the toilet for a good ten minutes. Eventually bringing her head out of the toilet bowl to wipe off her mouth. The air was now coupled with sex, dead bodies and vomit. She was clueless to what forced her to keep her head in a toilet bowl.
After her nausea spell passed her, she had Linus drop her off near the cemetery. “Oh, you can drop me off here. I need something from the pharmacy anyways,”Rosie informed Linus. She was planning on picking up something for her stomach, it was very unlikely for her to throw up suddenly.
“Ok, Roo. Do you need a ride home?” Linus questioned.
“No, Jared is supposed to pick me up. Thank you,” Rosie exclaimed, getting out of the car.
“Alright. Happy birthday by the way. Can I have a kiss goodbye?”
“Thank you and no. I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah for the party,” Linus called out slowly driving away.
“Wait! What did you say?” Rosie remarked but he was already long gone.
Rosie was mentally kicking herself, she didn’t have the willpower to deal with a party tonight. She specifically told Henry, not to throw one but since when did he listen to her.
Their road to ultimately heartbreak was a two way street. Both of them had done something to warrant the loveless relationship. Rosie admitted to herself, that she eventually did stop trying. She stopped constantly asking if Henry wanted to go out for dinner and what time he would be home. Rosie prefers to blame Henry but in reality, she was then one who let go first.
Rosie stopped showing him love, too distraught by his every move because it was a constant reminder her brother wasn’t there anymore. Henry would try to work him into every little conversation, remembering Parker in everything. It grew too much for Rosie. Rosie had never been one for confronting her feelings, preferring to shove them down but how could she, when Henry would never shut up about Parker.
Parker was the main reason a wedge had been driven between them, but she wouldn’t dream of blaming her dead brother. Who couldn’t even defend himself. Rosie needed a reset after Parker but Henry was stuck living in the past.
Rosie was ready to start her life with Henry after graduation but he couldn’t let go. After a while, Rosie became just like him. Stuck drifting into a void of pure sadness. Rosie couldn’t let go, along with Henry. Their lives went in different directions, Rosie was blossoming into a ruthless leader who would only act soft around Parker, vowing to visit his grave everyday. And Henry got left behind at some point, not seeing how he fit in her life anymore.
In the pharmacy she scanned the aisles for some sort of quick remedy. If Henry was throwing her a surprise party, one she specifically asked not for. Rosie didn’t have days to recuperate, maybe a few hours.
She found the largest bottle of Pepto-Bismol and stopped by the card aisle. Carefully grasping a birthday card for her favorite person. One that was funny yet endearing. Parker was addicted to all the corned jokes she would crack. She made her way to the register. In front of her stood a little old woman, she wore a purple floral dress and her white stained hair was pulled into a clip.
“Just this for you sweetie? Oh, who’s birthday is it?” Asked the little lady, referring to the birthday card Rosie grabbed for Parker.
“My brother’s and um, could I also get this,” Rosie responded as her eyes glanced below her. Skimming over the candy bars, gum packets and eventually landing on a pregnancy test. Come to think of it, Rosie was late about a week and a half.
“Of course, honey. Would you like to use the restroom?” Queried the lady. Rosie nodded in response. She finished paying and quickly made her way to the restroom. Following the directions on the box carefully, she needed to be a hundred percent sure, before she told anyone.
Right around the corner was the cemetery. She glided through iron gates, walking across the cobble stone path before she came upon the place she loved most in the world. The place where she would hold nothing back, spilling everything to him.
Life of a mob boss was dangerous but things started to seem eerie for Rosie. She would feel weird presences or someone watching her at eerie times. The same feeling plagued her at the cemetery, today. She knelt down to the headstone, engraved in it read “Here Lies Parker Jackson Holland, Taken from us too soon, a son, a brother, and a friend.”
“Hey, P. You probably get tired of me visiting you. Everyday I’m here and sometimes I think I do it for my benefit more than yours. I hope that wherever you are, you are happy and most likely you are with Charlotte. I’m happy for you, Parker. No matter how much I wish you were here with me, I know that you are happy that you escaped this life. Happy 20th birthday.” Rosie whispered, fixing the flowers that began to wilt from yesterday.
“I have some really amazing news to share with you, but it will have to wait till next time. You can’t be the first person I tell, I’m sorry. He deserves to know before you…. Oh my god, you’ll never believe what happened at work…”
This is the one thing that brought Rosie solace. She persistently blames herself for that fateful night 3 years ago. Rosie would spend hours kneeling next to his headstone. She would tell him about her life and read off the postcards you and Tom sent from your travels. Talking to him as if he was still there.
Rosie glanced at her watch, it was half past five and she hadn’t even called Jared yet to pick her up. “I’m sorry P, I gotta go. Henry, god love him but, that bastard is throwing me a birthday party. I guess I should at least make an appearance. I’ll see you tomorrow, I love you.” Rosie said, walking towards the parking lot.
She stood under the gate for ten minutes waiting for Jared to arrive and escort her home. The weather completely shifted as the sun set around her. The once blue sky changed to one painted with vibrant yellows and pinks. The sky was a sight not to be missed but she could do without the freezing winds that accompanied.
A chill ran down her spine as she waited in the darkness. Feeling a sensation that only warranted panic. Rosie felt someone watching her once again. Maybe from a far or up close, but she definitely wasn’t alone. It was silly that she let feelings like those get to her. She was a mob boss for god sakes, scaring even the most menacing of men into submission.
Rosie eyes started darting everywhere a noise left. In the corner of her eye she caught a figure drenched in shadows approaching. She tried to scramble for her gun, but soon realized she left it in Linus’s car.
The stranger kept making advances and managed to get to her. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed a cloth to her mouth. Causing her to be consumed in darkness as her body grew limp.
Back at the manor, Henry was setting everything up perfectly. His mission was to make Rosie love her birthday once more. While Henry was working hard at hanging the birthday banner and decorating every corner with balloons, Linus was no help at all. Lounging on the couch and finishing a beer.
“So are you going to pick up Rosie and get off your ass?” Henry barked, pulling the coffee out from under Linus, causing him to spill his beer.
“Seriously, dude. What’s your problem?” Linus snapped.
“My problem is my girlfriend isn’t here. Aren’t you supposed to pick her up?”
“No, Jared is.”
“Linus, Jared is here. He has been for a few hours. Where is she?” Henry questioned, starting to worry.
“I don’t know. Last, I left her at the cemetery.”
“Henry! It’s so good to see you,” you cheered as Tom and you walked in. Hugging Henry after not seeing him for awhile. It still pained you to visit, traveling was the perfect distraction.
“Hope you have been taking care of yourself, son. Where’s Rosie?” Tom questioned.
“Yeah, I’ve been good. At the moment, I don’t know where she is. She’s missing,” Henry concluded. You and Tom stood completely still as you processed the news. It wasn’t everyday that your daughter would disappear into thin air, but her job did keep her life in danger.Rosie missing was uncommon. It had happened once or twice in the past but that was 3 years ago. So much had changed, for the better. Yet, you were once again in the same place, in the house you left because everything was too familiar. Rosie missing was all too familiar.
Rosie came to. Opening her eyes to a place she chose to forget. For all she knew it was an exact replica. Warehouses riddled all of London’s ports, she could be anywhere.
“Text your driver and tell him Henry picked you up for a special birthday dinner,” Rosie’s kidnapper barked, thrusting a phone in front of her.
“Really? You kidnapped me? After 3 years of being leader of London’s most feared mob, it’s like been there done that. Do you want money or something? I have a party to get to.” Rosie quipped, annoyed with they man’s pursuits.
“Oh, I know. I believe happy birthday is granted. 20 years is a milestone.”
“Whatever, I don’t really like my birthday anyway.”
“Wanna talk about it?” The stranger pestered on. Rosie had learned lesson from the last time she was restrained to chair, rope around her wrists and ankles, ceasing blood flow. This time it was zip ties, a little basic for any mobster she has had a run with.
“No. I want you to let me go. Seriously, what do you want? I don’t think you know who I am. Or who my father is,” Rosie asserted.
“A moment alone together is all I ask and I know exactly who you are and who your dad is. Correction, who our dad is.”
A/n: Finally the end. Alright, I'm going to bed. There is no set schedule for the sequel series, I'm just going to post a chapter when I finish writing it. Let me know if you like to be tagged in the sequel chapters.
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Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Life moves fast out in the suburbs, you live the perfect life with your mother and father. But when you start to crave for more meaning in life than just Westview, your mother does everything in her power to make sure you don’t leave. Can you ever imagine what’s on the other side of Ellis Avenue?
Warnings: Angst, teen rebellion, arguments, Uncle Pietro playing the role of borderline creepy uncle, highschool drinking, Wanda
Word Count: 5187
A/N: Yay part 5! Thank you for the positive feedback! I will never get over it! Thank you! Also kinda sad because there’s only two parts left of this series 😭This has been so much fun to write though! Disclaimer: Reader is not biologically related to any of the characters mentioned in this series. That is intended so that anyone can read this. Reader's back story will be revealed as the series progresses but for now, this will be taking course like WandaVision. Also note that any photos in the moodboards don't define the Reader's appearance, it's simply for the sake of the moodboard. Thank you all for the love and support! Don’t forget to reblog to show your support! Enjoy! 💕💕💕
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“Thanks for walking me home,” you smiled, letting Andrew’s hand go as you reached for your keys.
“Always my pleasure, beautiful,” he smiled, winking, your cheeks heating up instantly.
Even under the night sky, the porch light gave you a perfect sight of him, the way his blond hair glowed or his blue eyes shined.
You gently cupped the side of his face, running your thumb over his cheekbone.
He had one foot placed on the porch step, glancing up at you, his eyes full of admiration. Slowly he stepped up to meet you, hands sitting right on your waist.
“I can’t wait to go to prom and graduation with you,” he smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
“Yeah, wow, I can’t believe it’s happening so soon,” your eyes widened in shock as you took a step back. “It’s not even Halloween,” you laughed, the irony in the statement you just spoke.
“Speaking of, I can’t wait for the party tomorrow, it’s gonna be so fun,” he breathed out, unfazed by the fact that Halloween and graduation were so close together, but then again he was too preoccupied with his thumbs gliding over the tops of your hands to sooth you.
“Mhmm,” you nodded, rocking back and forth on your feet, gently chewing on your lip.
“And then the summer passes and we’re going to Westview University together,” he pulled you closer, holding you tight.
“Yeah, about that,” you trailed, coughing. “I’m still on the fence,” you confessed.
You felt him still, you internally let out a groan before you shook your head.
“Nevermind, you’re right, both of us together at Westview University,” you smiled, placing your hands on his chest.
“Great, can I have my goodnight kiss now?” he puckered his lips, your hands sliding up and intertwining behind his neck.
“Of course,” you smiled, pressing your lips together, he was slow and sweet, one hand coming up to touch your jaw, allowing him to deepen the kiss.
You tilted your head back to give him a better angle, before you knew it, you were trapped in each other’s touch, the whole world stopping-
“ANDREW AND Y/N SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” you heard your brothers yell along with your Uncle Pietro at the front door, the three of them began to shoot the two of you with water guns.
You and Andrew shrieked, the super soakers completely leaving the two of you drenched.
Reluctantly, you said bye to Andrew, his groans and hisses from the cold water mixing with the cool night filled your ears as he walked home.
You clenched your jaw out of anger, the way your brothers have been acting with Uncle Pietro around made you aggravated.
First it was putting flour in your hair dryer, doing the feather and whipped cream trick while you slept and now this.
“It’s past your curfew,” Uncle Pietro said, shrugging. “We had no choice.”
After a much needed shower from your brothers and Uncle’s shenanigans, you came downstairs for a snack before you went to bed.
“Hi, Dad,” you whispered, finding him sitting at the table and reading.
“Hi, sweetheart,” he smiled, resting his head in his hand as he put his book to the side.
You both kept your voices quiet, the snores of your uncle sounding through the living room on the couch.
“I don’t know about you, but Uncle Pietro is kind of a bad influence on the boys,” you huffed as you pulled out some hot cheetos and lime from the cupboard, your father laughing at your disparity.
“He keeps them entertained, but I will make sure they’re on their best behavior,” he patted your hand.
“You spent more than an hour washing flour from my hair two days ago,” you defended, a chuckle escaping your lips at the memory. “Mom couldn’t even get it out,” you cocked a brow.
“I would graciously do it again, dear,” he patted the top of your hand, a small “thank you” leaving your lips.
“So were you able to talk to Mom last night?” you asked, bringing the topic up again, your father letting out a sigh.
“She’s scared to let go,” he pressed a smile. “You need to let her come to terms with this, I won’t let you go to Westview if you don’t want to,” he reassured, patting the top of your hand again.
“Thank you, Dad,” you grinned, shooting up and hugging him. “I love you,” you hugged him tighter.
“Love you too, dear,” he breathed through his nose, eyes closing as he sat in peace with this moment.
“I’m going to hit the hay now, can I take these to my room, no one else eats them,” you referred to the hot cheetos bag, your father letting you and wishing you goodnight.
Once you finally had a restful night, no Uncle Pietro or twins in sight, you were able to get ready for the party tonight.
Bethany’s parents leaving with their youngest to the Townsquare Scare gave her the perfect opportunity to throw a costume party.
And with your costume, you and Andrew were for sure going to win best couples costume.
“Y/N, what are you supposed to be?” Tommy asked once you made your way to the kitchen.
“Vivian from Pretty Woman,” you beamed, hands on hips, your white tank top and wig matching each other, the numerous necklaces dangled on your neck along with the chunky bracelets you wore on your wrist.
At first, the cold metal hoop that connected your skirt and tank top together made you cold, but your body heat warmed it up.
“I can’t believe you dressed up too,” he let out a breath, shaking his head disappointedly, a frown falling on your face and arms falling from your hips.
For a ten year old, he sure did have an attitude.
“Billy, you look great!” you complemented, ruffling his hair as you passed him, loving his little superhero get up.
“Thanks, Y/N,” he smiled, feeling a little more confident, knowing at least one of his siblings liked his costume.
Making your way to the living room to eat your dinner before you left, you watched as your little brothers went to play their video game before they stopped in their tracks.
A scared face on Billy while Tommy mocked him.
“You seriously think he’s a vampire?” Tommy laughed at Billy, their bickering causing Uncle Pietro to wake up and speed over to the three of you.
“Blood is thicker than water!” he taunted, making you laugh as you watched him speed around the living room, before stopping, your mother making her appearance known as she hurried down the stairs, worried someone was hurt.
“What are you supposed to be?” Uncle Pietro asked, a confused look painted across his features.
“Old Red Riding Hood?” Tommy jokes.
You laughed at his joke, your mother’s attention turning to you, her face instantly falling as she took in your appearance.
“What are you wearing?” she crossed her arms over her chest, mouth wide in shock.
“My costume?” you said with more of a question.
“That’s not a costume, you’re dressed like a prostitute,” she emphasized. “Where’s the costume I left for you in the closet?”
“So I have to let you make all my decisions for me now?” you sneered, brows furrowed, voice full of anger.
“Hey, if it’s worth anything,” Uncle Pietro spoke up. “I think you look great,” he held his hands up in defense, failing to de-escalate the situation.
“You see,” you tilted your head to the side.
A week since your uncle showed up and a week since you had an actual conversation with your mother.
She made no effort to talk to you, so you weren’t going to do the same.
Dinners were awkward with the six of you, Uncle Pietro trying to crack a joke to lighten the mood, but you and your mother held your ground.
Even your dad didn’t dare try to make any effort, mainly because he sided with you already.
He can’t process why his wife acted the way she did, especially towards you leaving for college.
But last night- he knew there was something more, something outside of Westview that he needed to find out.
“No, go upstairs and change,” she pointed up, your father happening to come downstairs, his cape flying behind him.
“What’s going on?” he asked with concern.
“Look at what your daughter is wearing,” she gestured to you, your father’s features changing to a shocked one.
“Dear, why are you wearing that?” he questioned, hand placed on your shoulder.
He didn’t necessarily look angry at your choice of clothing, sure he wasn’t happy to see you wear something so…. provocative. But he wasn’t going to stop you from wearing what you wanted.
“Because I feel that as an eighteen year old, I should be able to make my own decisions,” you crossed your arms over your chest. “I should be able to wear what I want.”
“She does have a point, darling,” he turned to his wife, tilting his head to the side.
“You’re seriously allowing her to leave the house like that?” she baffled, taking a step back.
“She’s eighteen, she knows how to make her own path,” he held his wife by her arms. “I’ll be off now, helping Herb with the neighborhood watch, be good kids,” he waved to the twins and you. “Bye, Wanda,” he kissed her on the cheek.
He left before she even had a chance to stop him from leaving, her mind too preoccupied with you right now.
“C’mon, sis, let her live a little,” Uncle Pietro came over, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
You were left frozen when a pang beat against your heart.
How far do I have to go to get you to crack?
“She’s a teenager, let her live out her rebellious era while you two fight, then you’ll make up and everything will be fine,” he tried to calm the situation down, his hand squeezing your upper arm slightly as to pull you out of your thoughts.
You couldn’t help but sense something weird with his statement- it was oddly specific.
“You’re grounded,” she sterned, ignoring what Uncle Pietro said, both yours and Uncle Pietro’s heads shooting towards her direction.
“You can’t ground me,” you laughed, shifting from one foot to the other. “I’m an adult.”
“Go to your room, you’re not wearing that and you’re definitely not going to that party,” she scolded, voice growing louder.
“Mom, you’re being serious?” you stopped, standing straight.
“You leave me no choice,” she shrugged. “Now go to your room,” she nodded her head upstairs.
“You’re so unbelievable,” you groaned, voice growing louder as you stormed up the steps, slamming your door harder than before.
“Teenagers, am I right?” Uncle Pietro shoved his sister playfully while she let out a groan, a migraine coming on.
It was supposed to be a family Halloween.
She didn’t have time to be dealing with this.
“What’s a prostitute?” Tommy asked, deciding now was the best time to ask.
Peter and Bucky stayed behind as they overheard Monica and Hayward argue, well they were listening to Hayward diminishing Monica.
“If Wanda is the problem, she has to be our solution,” she voiced her thoughts.
“You’ve become an impediment to this case, constantly advocating for super-powered individuals,” Hayward sneered, shooting a glance at Bucky. “You still have the luxury of optimism,” he laughed.
Bucky was about to open his mouth, but hearing the words leave Monica’s lips gave him optimism.
“Don’t use the last five years as an excuse to be a coward,” Monica bit, Peter stifling a laugh at Hayward’s face.
“Get her off my base, now, all of them,” he ordered, a look of shock and betrayal written all over their faces as they complied.
When the guards ushered them out, Peter, Bucky and Darcy jumped when they saw Monica and Jimmy beat the crap out of the guards.
“Why didn’t you tell us the plan!?” Darcy screamed, panicked at what she just saw.
“C’mon, let’s go,” Monica nodded over to one of the trucks to grab their disguises.
Soon they found themselves in a secure coding room, all of them removing their hoods now that it’s clear.
“Even dressed like a prostitute, she looks so beautiful,” Peter said as he walked up to the monitor, seeing you and Wanda having another argument.
He didn’t realize he said it out loud, the whole room growing quiet and staring at him.
“That’s my daughter, kid,” Bucky warned, sending him a death glare that he usually never uses on hi,, but Peter instantly took it back. “Why did Wanda have her dress like that though?” he cringed, the costume was not you.
“Maybe she’s taking an upper hand now, she’s losing control,” Peter suggested. “And Wanda is funneling it into a mother-daughter fight,” he shrugged, his heart dropping when he caught sight of you, completely distressed and frustrated.
“Kid, when you said you can communicate with Y/N, when was the last time you did that?” Darcy asked him, opening up her laptop.
“Five years ago, last time I tried was the night she went missing,” he answered.
“We’ve tried contacting Wanda, but what if we try Y/N, she’s obviously looking for a way out, what if we give her that push,” she proposed, lips pursing in thought.
“I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try,” he shrugged, nodding in agreement.
“My guy is here,” Monica checked her phone. “With my way back in,” she smiled.
Peter heard Darcy stop typing, she seemed hesitant and he could sense the fear set in.
“I don’t think you should go back in,” she spoke up, causing Monica to stop in her tracks. “Your DNA has changed on a molecular level,” she pressed, showing Monica her blood work. “Twice,” she added for emphasis.
“Look I’ve seen more than enough labs to last a lifetime,” Monica defended, already knowing her stance.
“Fine, but I’m staying here, Hayward is hiding something and I think with Peter’s help, we can find another way in,” she licked her lips, fidgeting with her hands.
“Are you sure about this?” Bucky questioned, not agreeing with this at all, he wouldn’t know what he did if he was responsible for Peter getting hurt.
“I’ll stay with Darcy, it could work,” he reassured the man.
“Stay safe, kid,” Bucky nodded before the three of them snuck out.
Once the door shut, Peter turned his full attention to Darcy, a small smile filled with hope on his face.
“So what’s the plan, Doctor?”
Being grounded sucked.
You heard the cheers and laughs of everyone outside, your window giving you a perfect view of Wanda and the twins trick-or-treating.
You couldn’t remember the last time you went trick-or-treating, your memories lacked that.
Maybe that’s why your mother was so keen on having this picture perfect holiday, your heart wrenching at the thought that maybe you were wrong in this case.
But now with your wig torn off and your costume shoved down the hamper, you felt it was too late to make amends.
And now you were definitely late for the party, Andrew is probably mad at you right now.
Staring at your reflection in the window, a monarch butterfly fluttered in front of you, a small smile crept up your face as you traced your finger on the glass, hoping to touch it.
It was so close, but the stupid window was locked.
You had your mother to thank for that.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, the doorbell rang.
Your brows creased at the possibility of who it could be.
But as soon as you opened the door, you were not expecting to see them here- with the entire Westview High student body.
“Andrew, what’s going on?” you asked, noticing the group of people behind him.
“Well since you couldn’t go to the party, I brought the party to you!” he beamed, making your heart warm at his gesture.
“Are you sure my mom isn’t going to get more mad? I am grounded,” you cocked a brow, your body shoved against the door as the mob made their way through.
“You’re taking control of your life now! Don’t worry about her!” he shouted, the music growing louder as the group started to pile into your house, a smile forming on your face.
“I’m out of costume,” you said, noticing the suit he had on.
“Don’t worry about it, it’s your party now,” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the house, your nerves settling a bit. “Love the make up, you look so hot,” he smirked, pressing his lips against your temple.
The party was in full swing, Andrew had come out to give you a drink and you cringed when the liquid touched your tongue.
Letting out a sigh, you sat on the swings you and your Dad built, slightly swaying back and forth as you sat in contemplation.
Your hand slowly coming up to the middle of your chest, something you found yourself doing more and more each day.
“Peter,” you sighed, sitting on the edge of his bed. You gently ran your fingers through his hair, your hand sliding down to wipe his tears away.
“He shouldn’t have been the one, there had to be another way,” he shook his head. “Anytime I close my eyes, he’s there,” he choked out.
You exhaled, letting him cry it out.
“I know it’s hard, but he made that choice to save everyone, he did it for us,” you teared up. “It’s okay to feel this way” you sniffled. “Tony didn’t die for nothing,” you said, rubbing his shoulder as his cries rang louder.
“Can you hold me, please?” he pleaded, his red eyes begged as he scooted closer towards the wall.
“Petey,” you cooed, kicking your shoes off and going under the covers. “C’mere,” you pulled him into your arms, his head resting on your chest as his arm wrapped around your middle.
He nuzzled deeper, his ear pressed against you to hear your heartbeat and he used it to steady his breathing.
“Are you okay?” you heard Andrew sit next to you.
“What?” your head shot up to the right. “Yeah, yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” you laughed, shrugging.
“Cause you’re crying?” he pointed to your face, your hand coming up to feel the tears that stained your cheeks.
“Oh, I didn’t even realize,” you sniffled, standing up. “Guess I’m just stressed,” you pressed a smile. “Everything is gonna change.”
“What do you mean?” he scoffed, pulling you into his side as you both sat on the grass by a tree. “Nothing is changing, we’re still going to be in Westview next year, together,” he rubbed your arm vigorously, trying to get you excited.
“Hmph,” you snorted. “You’re right,” you rested your head on his shoulder, the pit of your stomach sinking deeper.
You rested for a bit, everything calm and tranquil, Andrew kissing the top of your head every few seconds before you fell forward into his lap.
“Okay, kid, don’t have much time, so make this quick,” Darcy had him laid out on an exam table in the lab.
“Got it, Doc,” he gave her a thumbs up.
Darcy had stuck many electromagnetic patches on Peter’s body, her theory of producing enough electricity through his body will send him to an unconscious state where he can communicate with you.
At least she hoped that’s what would happen, she didn’t want to electrocute him.
If only he were Spider-Man.
“Ready?” she turned to face him, his thumbs up giving her the all clear.
“Three,” she flipped a switch, the electric currents powering up.
“Two,” Peter’s eyes widened when the lights flickered, fear setting in him once he heard Darcy.
“One,” she flipped a second switch, her head turning over to face him, Peter’s hands closing into fists as he felt pain scourge through him, but then everything went black.
Peter panted as he opened his eyes, the room around him was black, light only illuminating from his body.
He pinched the bridge of his nose before he stood up.
Darcy was nowhere to be found.
“Y/N?” he called out, suddenly remembering why he was there, his heart beating fast when he couldn’t sense you.
It didn’t work.
He sighed out in defeat, kicking his foot against the ground before he caught the glow of an orange light.
“Hello?” you called out, brows furrowing when you saw a boy your age stand across from you. “Do I know you?”
“It’s me! Peter!” he cried out, his feet frozen in place, your heartbeat quickening when you realized he couldn’t move and neither could you.
“Peter?” you shouted, the name sounding so familiar. “I’m sorry, doesn’t ring a bell,” you crossed your arms over yourself, growing insecure.
“It’s because of Wanda,” he said, your ears perking up at your mother’s name. “She’s making you forget about me,” he pleaded.
You opened your mouth to say something, but you couldn’t find the words.
“I know you don’t understand, but you need to trust me, do whatever it takes to stop what she’s doing!” he begged. “Can you do that?”
You played with your fingers. You glanced up at him and met his pleading eyes, his brown orbs burning into yours and feeling like home.
Even in this dark unknown place, being with him sets some ease in you.
You felt free.
“I’ll try my best,” you pressed a smile before everything went black again.
Darcy quickly removed the patches from Peter and attempted to sit him up but he was a lot heavier than he seemed to be.
“I’m fine,” he panted, removing a patch from underneath his shirt before he rubbed his eyes open. “She was there, she doesn’t remember me, but she’s going to try,” he breathed heavily, leaning forward.
“That’s good, right?” she asked, downloading his labs to her computer.
“Yeah, it is,” his face fell, the look in your eyes so pleading and he just wanted to run up to you and tell you it would be alright, but he knew you had no choice.
You were too weak.
“I emailed Jimmy a file that Hayward has been keeping from the group, I think he wants to weaponize Vision,” she explained, helping him to his feet.
“I knew I didn’t get a good feeling with that guy, stupid Peter tingle,” he muttered the last part to himself, but Darcy heard.
About to say something, the room filled with a blaring red light- the barrier.
As the two ran out, they stopped before they were caught by the SWORD agents.
The sight of Vision breaking through was heart wrenching for the both of them.
Once he was fully out, Peter saw his body disintegrate, pieces of vibranium flying back into the Hex.
A feeling he experienced all those years ago.
“Mr. Stark, I don’t want to go,” he pleaded, small specks of dust flying around him before he fell into his mentor’s arms.
He couldn’t sense you anymore, your heart stopping a few moments ago.
He regretted deciding to go to MOMA, he should’ve stayed with you, he should’ve gone with you to visit Wanda and Vision.
Then he would’ve been in Wakanda with you- things would’ve been different.
“Stop! He needs help! Why aren’t you helping him?” Darcy pleading, blowing their cover as she ran towards them, Peter hurriedly running behind her.
“Please! The people of Westview need help!” Vision cried out, his voice hoarse and weak, his body almost gone before he played defeat and fell to the ground.
“Help him!” Darcy groaned, one of the guards handcuffing her to a truck.
Peter stood frozen, not knowing who he should prioritize first, Darcy or Vision.
His gaze ran past Vision, his eyes widening at what he saw- the borders of the Hex expanding, chasing after them.
There was no way that’s possible.
“Y/N, thank god you’re back,” Andrew let out a sigh of relief, your eyes blinking open and you caught sight of a swarm of your peers standing around you. “She’s fine, you can get back to yourselves now,” he dismissed them, everyone complying, letting the quarterback and his girlfriend have alone time.
“What happened?” you shot up, hand reaching for his, your other going to your chest as you felt a pang, bigger than what you’ve felt before.
“You passed out,” he used his hand to hold you up. “I think you had a little too much to drink,” he tilted his head to the side, offering a smile, which you laughed in response.
“Maybe,” you trailed, remembering you left the solo cup on the ground.
Andrew scooped you up, helping you to your feet, he led you back into the house and into the kitchen.
He tightened his hold on your waist and placed you on the counter. Gently, he moved some hair out of your face, about to lean in for a soft kiss.
“Y/N!” Bethany called out, she dragged her boyfriend Gerald by the hand as they made their way towards you.
The two were dressed as Ashley and TJ from Recess, another cute couples costume you and Andrew were thinking of wearing, but they beat you to the idea.
“You scared the crap out of me!” she screamed over the music. “You could’ve died!” she exclaimed.
“As if,” you rolled your eyes, massaging the front of your head.
“Seriously, Y/N, what’s up?” she asked more worryingly. “Andrew has been saying you’ve been off the past few days,” she rubbed your shoulder, a pang going straight to your heart.
“Ahh,” you clenched your hand over your chest, pain setting through you. “I’m fine,” you hopped off the counter.
“No you’re not,” Andrew tried to reach for you, but you were too quick, luckily, Gerald was there to stop you, his hand wrapping around your wrist lightly, but it was enough for pain to sourge through you again.
“Shit,” you hissed, ripping his arm away, maneuvering through the sea of bodies.
You heard Andrew and Bethany call out, but you chose to ignore them.
As you squeezed through everyone, bodies were pressed against you, a new pain running through your body and to your heart each time you felt a new presence.
Stop it. Stop her.
You’re letting her win.
You’re exactly like her.
You’re going to kill us all.
You forced yourself out, finding the front door and you booked it. You dodged each and every new person making their way up the front lawn and you ran towards the townsquare.
Everyone’s thoughts filled your head, you didn’t know where they came from or how you read them- but the sudden rush of fear and despair that set into your core told you this was beyond what you knew.
You finally found yourself at the townsquare, your heart beating rapidly and you couldn’t slow down with all the fear.
Quickly, you spotted your mother and uncle sitting on one of the hay bales, your uncle spotting you first, which made your mother turn her head around.
“Y/N! What are you doing here?” she yelled, standing up.
“Something’s wrong,” you pleaded, grabbing onto her arm.
“What do you mean?” she held onto you, curiosity and fear setting over her features.
“I-I feel like I can sense everyone around me, I just feel pain and sadness,” you teared up, shaking your head. “I feel like I don’t belong here,” you choked out, the emotion of standing out setting so deep, you couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Sweetie, listen to me, you’re probably just stressed, everything is fine,” she forced a smile, shaking her head dismissively.
“No, it’s not, everyone is trying to make everything normal, but it’s not,” you cried. “What’s wrong with me?”
Tears streamed down your face and at this point, other people turned their attention towards you.
“Maybe it’s because you’re stuck in a false reality and your dad and boyfriend are trying to get a hold of you, but your mother took control of your powers,” Uncle Pietro shrugged.
“W-what? What does he mean by that Mom!?” you sniffled, clinging onto her, begging for her to explain what he said.
Your mother shot him a look, anger spread across her features, you felt she was about to do something until the twins ran up.
“Mom! Something is wrong with Dad!” Billy pleaded. “I think he's dying!”
“Not like your dead husband can die twice,” Uncle Pietro snorted, making you look at him in fear but you only grew more scared as your mother used her powers to shoot him across the town square.
“You need to tell me what you see,” she faced him again and encouraged him, Billy’s voice coming out frantic as he described soldiers with guns, her demeanor changing instantly.
Without another second, she stopped time, everyone around you freezing.
You pulled Tommy into your arms, a flash of red filled your eyes, your body growing weak as you fell to the ground.
Running towards Darcy, he almost tripped over himself, he needed to get Darcy and himself out of here.
Peter tried to break through the cuffs, he grunted when he couldn’t feel his enhanced strength.
“Kid, it’s metal, you won’t be able to break through,” she scoffed, Peter huffed in defeat when they wouldn’t budge.
“They’re vibranium,” he said, the only possible explanation as to why he couldn’t break through them.
He looked at Darcy before he looked past her and saw the Hex grow closer.
“Shit,” he hissed.
“Ow,” she groaned, biting off the pain to get out of them. “It’s no use,” she panted, stilling as she embraced herself for the impact. “Get out of here, kid,” she tried to force Peter to run.
“No, I’m not gonna leave you, I can’t let you go in by yourself,” he pressed, gulping.
“You’re really stupid for this, but thanks,” she grunted, still trying to get out of the cuffs.
As she looked behind her, she watched the Hex grow close, everyone around them screaming in panic.
Peter clenched his jaw when he saw Hayward run away.
What a bitch.
He braced himself once the red light became too blinding.
The morphed wording of Darcy was the last thing he heard before he felt the push of the Hex, his ears ringing with a deafening sound and his Peter tingle went haywire.
And just like that, he couldn’t sense you anymore, your heartbeats completely different and not whole anymore.
“The borders are expanding!” Jimmy looked in the side mirror, Monica looked in her mirror, mouth open as she picked up speed.
“Shit,” Bucky mumbled, glancing behind him.
“Hopefully Darcy and Peter got out safely,” Jimmy shook his head, looking at the email she sent him.
Bucky sat in the backseat, eyes wide and shock painted over them.
He really hoped Peter got out.
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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas - Chapter 16
Chapter 16: Things We Supposedly Lost in the Fire
Dad!Mob!Tom x Mom!Mob!Reader
-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield
-Warnings: Grief, barely suicidal thoughts, fire
Author note: Tom and Y/N don’t really age, I think of them as like Barbie and Ken, never aging. Final chapter will be up tonight around 9-10 PM PST. Sorry for the wait, you guys are so patient. Love ya.
Chapter 16: Things We Supposedly Lost in the Fire
There you were, standing alongside your husband, daughter and friend as the building before your eyes erupted in a blaze. Smashing windows as the remaining members of Wilson’s mob, funneled their way out of the burning warehouse. Coughing up all the inhaled smoke.
One by one, people bursted out of the doors gasping for fresh air. Their lungs constricted from the dark ash that bled through the sky. You just stood there, next to your family, taking in the sight before you. As sirens rang through the air
The smoke and flames kept raging on, but there was still no sign of Parker.
That was 5 days ago. Now, you were in the present, trying to survive. The fire that took 3 days to put out, claimed the lives of your son Parker, Carter Wilson and multiple men.
Everyone was dealing with Parker’s demise differently. Harrison and Henry had so generously offered to stay with all of you for the time being. You took them up on that.
You refused to leave your room for a week, barely acknowledging Tom and Rosie. Tom would try to get some reaction from you, but you would lay there, catatonic. Oblivious to the outside world. Maybe coming down for a cup of coffee but then heading straight up back to your room.
Parker was your baby boy, words couldn’t express how you were feeling. A piece of you was missing.
You would walk down stairs and catch a glimpse of all the photographs perched everywhere, showcasing you, Tom, Rosie and Parker’s greatest moments. Everything reminded you of him.
The car keys flooded back memories of first teaching him how to drive. You were so scared. Every parent feels the same but it is hard to relinquish control of your car and put your life in someone else’s hands. You would flinch anytime he broke a little too hard. Always pushing on your imaginary brake.
“Ok, now put the car in drive. Make sure you keep your foot on the brake.” You began, instructing Parker how to drive.
You thought it be best if Tom taught Rosie and you taught Parker how to drive. You didn’t need twice the amount of heart attacks.
“Ok, what next?” Parker asked after shifting from park gear to drive gear. Or so he thought.
“Give it a little gas now.”
“Ok….” Parker barely touched the accelerator and the car shot backwards.
“PARKER! AAAAHHHHH!” You screamed as he lost control of the car. He slammed so hard on the brake, sending you flying into the dashboard. Your head knocked into the front, instantly creating a splitting headache.
“Oh, mom are you okay?” Parker questioned, preparing himself for your outburst.
“No, switch seats I’m driving home. That’s enough for today. The problem was you were in reverse and you hit the brake way too hard.” You explained with a calm voice, inside you were seething with anger. Pressing your hand to your head to try and subside your head.
“How did I know R stood for reverse, it could have been the R in drive?” Parker mocked sarcastically.
“Honey, I love you but your dad is going to teach you from now on.”
You drove home safely and immediately went to the kitchen for an ice pack. Your head was throbbing. Tom greeted you, he was reading in the living room.
“How did the first lesson go?” Tom asked, noticing the scowl with adorned your face.
“Why don’t you ask Parker?” You snapped, pressing the cool ice pack to the soon to be bump on your head.
“Ok.… Parker any idea what your mom is talking about?” Tom inquired, knowing to not press you with anymore questions.
“I may have gone a little too fast and slammed on the brake,” Parker mumbled
“There’s more to that story,” you barked. Of course Parker was leaving the part of going in reverse instead of drive.
“I may have picked the wrong gear…” Parker divulged.
“HE WAS IN REVERSE!! NOT DRIVE!!” You shouted.
“Oh—“ Tom started to say but was cut off by you again.
“And then when he braked, he stopped so hard my head hit the dashboard.” You explaining, throwing your hands up in fury to point at your head. Tom started to chuckle. He tried to suppress a laugh but you were not having it.
“Are you laughing?” You thundered.
“Umm… no.” Tom’s entire expression totally changed as he saw the daggers you were shooting him.
“Tom, it’s not funny. Our son doesn’t know the difference between drive and reverse.”
“Guys, I’m still right here.” Parker chimed in as you spoke of him as if he wasn’t in the room.
“SAY SOMETHING!” You snapped at Tom’s defeating silence.
“Parker be more careful next time.” Tom explained to Parker.
“That’s it? Seriously?… Next time, you drive with him and you will feel my frustration and pain.” You sighed, giving up on this fight.
Life was so much simpler then, you were just trying to raise two wonderful kids. Helping them along the path of life, but there are always detours. You never expected life to have this many bumps. You especially didn’t expect your son to not live a full life. One full of wonder and joy.
Tom had his own way of mourning. He began to relish in his kills, channeling all his emotion into running the mob. Spending night after night bashing in skulls. Coming home with blood drenched clothes.
You understood everyone worked through their grief differently but his way seemed unhealthy. Tom had a few quarrels with anyone associated with the Wilson mob. He blamed them for the death of Parker.
Tom was currently, in his warehouse torturing some poor sap who was a well known capo of the Wilsons. “Tom, give it up. He’s not going to talk,” Haz told Tom as the continued to torture one of Wilson’s soldiers in front of him.
Carter had died along with Parker in the fire and Tom didn’t really know who the new leader was. All he knew is that he still wanted revenge.
“He’s right, you should just kill me. I know to keep my mouth shut unlike your dead son,” the soldier barked, warranting a swift strike to the jaw.
“Don’t you ever fucking mention him again. Your leader killed him. I should do the same to you to receive a smidge of compensation,” Tom snarled as he wrapped his hands around his throat, cutting off his airway completely.
“Tom, come on. He’s not worth it. Let him go,” Haz pleaded as the man started to turn blue.
“Haz, I can’t. How can I let him walk free, when he is the reason Parker is dead?” Tom explained, loosening his hands.
“That was Carter, not some menial soldier. He probably has a family like you,” Harrison talked Tom down.
“You’re free to go,” Haz concluded as he untied the poor man in front of them. He bolted for the door as quick as possible.
“Haz, I can’t do this. I need Parker here. He was supposed to be doing this. Not me… I feels unreal how much I miss him,” Tom cried.
“I know. We all miss him.”
“I couldn’t even protect my own son. Do you get that? And this can’t be the end. I can’t just move on, knowing I’m supposed to bury him tomorrow,” Tom swore.
“Tom, it will get better,” Harrison consoled him.
“How? I can’t just have an open ended statement. I need a solution. Something to fix this ache in my heart. How can I make this pain go away?” Tom pleaded.
“Tom, there is no answer. You just have to try and work through your grief and eventually move forward.”
“You know, Parker asked me the same thing right after Charlotte died. He needed the pain of her death to be lifted from his shoulders. I told him he needed time, but I lied. I knew he could never move on. That this would stick with him for years to come. That’s how I feel right now. There is no remedy except trying to make those bastards pay. Can you let me do that?” Tom exclaimed.
“Tom, I… yes, I can. Only because I know that is what you need right now. Someone to have your back. And I promise I always will.” Harrison tried to comfort his grieving friend but it was hard. Hard to explain to Tom that it only seemed like his world was ending.
That night Tom came into your shared room looking half dead. He had black eye and bruises that littered all over his body. From that moment you knew you both couldn’t keep living like this. You couldn’t keep shoving down your feelings and refusing to face the world, same with Tom but instead of shutting people out the was instigating fights left and right.
“Tom, I need to talk to you,” you sighed as Tom entered the room
“Yes, baby. Anything. I’m just happy to hear your voice,” Tom replied, surprised you were speaking to him. This was his first verbal conversation with you in days.
“We need to make a change, we can’t keep living like this. It isn’t healthy,” you began but was faced with a heart broken Tom.
“Y/N, don’t say that please,” Tom pleaded.
“Tom, we aren’t moving forward. We’re stuck.”
“No, Y/N we can move on from this. Please don’t leave me.”
“What? Tom, I would never. I need you more than you need me,” you questioned.
“Seriously doubt that. Baby please don’t scare me like that again. If I don’t have you. I don’t have anything,” Tom whispered as he came to your side, wrapping his arms around you.
“Tom, you’ll always have me. But what I was meaning to talk about is, I think you need to step away from the mob for a while. You aren’t dealing with losing Parker healthily. Killing people for sport doesn’t help process your pain.” You said, trying to fight back the tears.
“Y/N, I’m not ready to accept it. He can’t be gone. Our son can’t be gone,” Tom cried out.
“Tom, I’ve been feeling the same way. Instead of working through our grief together, we’ve been fighting our own battles and it is doing more damage than good. I’m drowning here, I need you. I need you next to my side to help me through this because I wake up most mornings and have thoughts that I should never think about. Like I don’t want to live this life anymore or live at all.”
“Love, I didn’t know. Y/N, I don’t ever want you feeling that way.”
“I know but I don’t want to feel this way either. We need to get away. Eventually far from the mob, maybe travel like you always wanted to,” you sniffled, wiping away tears.
“Y/N, you know I want that but, I can’t just leave. Our life is here,” Tom explained.
“I’m not saying now. But I can’t live out my days in this house, all I see is him and everything that we’ve lost. I can’t do it anymore. It’s killing me. Don’t you see that? I need to know that we will have our happy ending somewhere other than here. Once Rosie has graduated. In three years, we leave. Please give me that, you pleaded.
“Y/N, I promise. In 3 years we can start our happily ever after.” Tom agreed. You finally had a date in mind. You needed to find happiness somewhere else that wasn’t tainted with Parker’s memory.
Everyone was suffering, Rosie however was very good at hiding it. She was the rock when Parker passed. She knew if the roles were reversed, Parker would be there for everyone.
She threw herself in the mob and other aspects, refusing to let herself break down like the rest of her family. She was mostly consoling Henry. Henry had a hard time adjusting to life without his best friend. He tried to be strong for Rosie but nights she would find him crying himself to sleep.
“Are you coming to bed?” Rosie asked as Henry was held up in living room.
“I don’t think so just yet, I have to finish this,” Henry sighed in frustration, while lounging on the couch.
“What is it?” Rosie asked, coming over to snuggle with him.
“Parker’s eulogy. Did you finish your’s?”
“Umm, yeah I did.” Rosie responded, in reality she hadn’t even thought about it. Planning on making it up as she went tomorrow.
“It’s just killing me. To actually think of him as gone, especially because of tomorrow. I’m not ready to say goodbye,” Henry cried, trying to fight back tears.
“I know. I miss him too,” Rosie responded. Henry started breaking into a fit of sobs and Rosie moved to comfort him. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
“Why are you not sadder? I haven’t once seen you break down, like everyone else,” Henry sniffled.
“I don’t know, maybe I just went through the stages of grief quicker. I’ve already accepted it.”
“Ok well, glad you aren’t as sad as me. Then we would have two blubbering messes. I know this probably a huge turn off,” Henry muttered, stopping to blow his nose. She chuckled in response but Rosie knew something was off. She shed a few tears looking at the building blazing that night but she hadn’t cried since.
Quickly changing the subject to not seem like a heartless wrench she asked. “What are you writing about? Can I have a sneak peek?”
“That’s the hard part, I was trying to think of a story about Parker and I’s friendship but I keep coming up blank. Either he wasn’t actually my best friend or I’ve just repressed all memories about him.”
“It’s ok. I’m okay.… I’m sorry Roo, but could you help me?”
“Of course, what do you have so far?”
“I have the title “Parker’s eulogy,” and that’s it,” Henry said, reading off the words written on the paper he had been staring at for an hour.
“Oh okay, well. Maybe you should talk about a funny story between the two of you.”
“Ok, I have one. Once upon a time…”
“Henry, you can’t start a eulogy with once upon a time.”
“You didn’t let me finish, once upon a time I met this boy and he had the most adorable, and at the same time, beautiful sister. She is so perfect in so many ways. I grew hopelessly in love with her. To this day I still am.”
“Aww, as much as I love that story it barely mentions Parker.”
“Roo, it’s too hard. I can’t sit here and reminisce all the times we spent together. I can’t write down stories that I’ve already lived. I can’t tell them to others and start referring to him as a ‘was’ and not a ‘is’. I’m not capable of telling the story of how one year where both our families went skiing, Parker and I snuck on a black diamond slope without permission and both ended up with a broken leg. Or the story of how I knew Parker and I would be best friends forever, I shouldn’t be the only one telling it, he should be here too. It’s not fair. Why could’ve it been me?”
“Henry, don’t say that. I don’t know what I’d do without you. But that seems like a good anecdote, write about that.”
“Rosie, you don’t get it. I can’t, I physically can’t do it… I’m sorry but I don’t understand why you aren’t sad. It’s weird. My best friend is dead and the weird part is that HE WAS YOUR BROTHER and you don’t even seem the least bit bothered by it,” Henry thundered, his sad voice morphing into an accusatory one.
“Sorry, I was just trying to help…. I’ll see you tomorrow, night.” Rosie finished quickly excusing herself without so much as a goodnight kiss. She knew Henry was going through something but he didn’t have to take it out on her. She quickly made her way to bed and waited for the next day to come.
The day no one was actually prepared for.
The day of Parker’s funeral. Everyone’s final goodbye to your son.
Everyone managed to dress appropriately, in all black to symbolize your mourning. The day however was rather beautiful, a bright blue streaked across ever corner of the sky. Not a single cloud in sight, which was near impossible thing in London. Parker would’ve loved a day like this. For one he wouldn’t be at a funeral, especially not his own. He would be at the beach or going for a bike ride under the gorgeous sun.
The weather kind of taunted you. How dare the day be beautiful the day you bury your son. You knew it was silly but it felt like a cosmic joke of some sorts.
People started gathering at the cemetery. Nikki, Dom, Harry, Sam and Paddy were already there to help you and everyone else get through that day.
Nikki was mostly concerned with helping Rosie. She knew you had been a little checked out lately, no fault of your own, you were grieving. Nikki just wanted to make sure Rosie was dealing with her emotions, not shoving them aside.
“Rosie, I understand if the eulogy will be too hard. I can read it for you,” Nikki offered, catching a glance of Rosie going over he eulogy underneath a tree.
“No, it’s ok. I should be the one to do it,” Rosie exclaimed.
“Parker would understand. All your emotions couldn’t be more valid. Have you allowed yourself to cry over him yet?”
“Don’t worry I did. Odd question though, thought you’d be wanting me to be strong. I have been for everyone else.”
“Rosie, you don’t have to with me. I’m here for you, flower.”
“I’m fine grandma, I should check on mom.”
“It’s okay, I’ll send Harry,” Nikki concluded, grabbing her phone to shoot Harry a text.
“Mom, I gonna get Y/N to eat something” Harry said, calling out to Nikki.
“I came prepared. Granted it is only chocolate but baby steps. How’s Rosie? Is she freaking out about the eulogy?”
“She says she can handle it. I believe her. I just don’t know where that girl got all her strength. Certainly not from us.”
“I have a clue…” Harry explained, his eyes wandering to you sitting in the front row.
“Come on, the proceedings are about to start.” Nikki said, pulling her son to meet everyone else, atop the small hill.
The person officiating the ceremony was standing behind a chestnut colored casket, about to be lowered into the ground. There were 3 chairs, for you, Tom, and Rosie. Everyone else stood as they witnessed Parker be lowered into his final resting place.
Tears manage to fall throughout the entire day, but they came more frequently as Rosie stood up to deliver her eulogy. Rosie somberly walked near the casket, passing the dozens of roses on top. She was clutching to her note cards, her guideline to the hardest goodbye ever.
“My brother was the greatest person I ever knew. He had already dealt with so much loss, it is unfair that we are gathered here today to mourn him. I’ve been trying to think of what to say, maybe an amusing anecdote or embarrassing story. Maybe one where he demonstrated bravery. But I think I’ll just say what all of us having been thinking. It feels unreal that he is gone. He was my twin and I can honestly say not having him beside me, feels like a piece of me is missing.” Rosie began, fighting back the urge to cry.
“He would always manage to bring a smile to my face even the darkest of times. I’ve celebrated every birthday with him, every school event, my entire life with him. We were supposed to be the same age till the end of time together. I miss him more than I can bare but we have a chance to honor him and not mourn, it is what he would have wanted. My brother was always there for me, especially at my weakest. From carrying me into the house after I fell on my tricycle and skinned my knee to comforting me with cupcakes and ice cream after a break up. We all need that person in our lives. And Parker was my anchor, my savior and my best friend. If you have that person now, please give them a reminder of how much you love them. Parker and I both know I should I’ve said more often, he the same. I’m sorry P. And with this flower, I finally say goodbye to my guide post, my better half, my brother. We will always miss you.” Rosie finished and quickly wiped the tears that had fallen with the back of her hand.
She glanced over at you, bailing into Tom’s shoulder. Her words moved you to a whole other level of grief. This whole time you had been grieving for yourself. It’s not selfish, but you realized just how bad everyone else was hurting.
After the funeral, everyone made it back to the manor for the reception. Hors d’oeuvres made their way around to guests, conveniently managing to skip you. Harry was still getting on your nerves, hoping you’d eat something.
Harry would constantly bring food beneath your nose, waving an assortment of healthy snacks and candy in front of your face. He was determined to get you to eat something even if chocolate melted in his suit pockets.
“Hey, Y/N/N. How are you holding up?” Harry asked, finding you staring blankly into space.
“I’ve definitely been better,” you responded, chuckling at your current state.
“Y/N, can you please eat something?” Harry asked, shoved food in your face.
“I’m fine, thank you though,” you blatantly stated, probably for the tenth time.
“Come on, I have your favorite,” Harry smirked.
“You have MnM’s?” you quipped, your ears perking up.
“Ok give them to me.” You nearly lunged to grab the bag from his hands. In truth you had been starving yourself, you were hungry but couldn’t find the will to eat. Sweets were sure better than the fancy finger food your cook was serving.
Everyone else seemed to be within their own world. Tom had immediately gone back to talking shop, more like who are we gonna kill next week. People seemed to disappear, one in particular, Rosie. You asked Henry, to try and find her. He scoured the house in search of her and eventually found her in Parker’s room. For days the door had been locked, no one wanted to confront the reality of his bed not being slept in or his clothes not worn. It would reaffirm that he is gone and it was going to take a long time to heal.
“Rosie? You in here?” Henry whispered, knocking softly on the door. It creaked opener evening a distraught Rosie, crying on her bed.
Tears streamed down her face as she croaked out, “Hi.”
“Oh, Rosie,” Henry consoled as he moved to embrace her. She broke into a fit of sobs.
“He’s gone. He said he was right behind me,” Rosie looked up, with puffy red eyes.
“Shhh, it’s ok. I’m here,” Henry said, moving to bring her in his arms.
“I should’ve never left him behind. I keep blaming myself. If I never left him, he would still be here.”
“Roo, baby. You can’t do that.”
“I know, I know but I can’t do this. I’m not ready for him to be gone,” Rosie cried, into Henry’s suit. Tears never bothered to stop coming. She completely broke with him, all the pain and grief she had been hiding was now in the spotlight. Rosie wasn’t ready for a goodbye, none of you were.
Everyone eventually came to the same conclusion, that all the scars in your heart will heal with time. Even though the sadness never fades, you learn to grow with it.
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