#she is literally making that face in the bottom gif about finding tom in the bar

[grissomesque]

nothing's gonna take you from my side.

#janeway x paris #janeway & paris #(ymmv) #i cannot stress this enough: #she is literally making that face in the bottom gif about finding tom in the bar #it is everything to me #trekedit #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #tom paris #* #voy: the cloud #voy: bride of chaotica! #voy: fair haven #grissomesque edits

[missxmav]

new beginnings - tom kazansky

tom 'iceman' kazansky x reader

Summary: Tom finds his pregnant wife in the heart of their shared home, the sight of her simply takes his breath away. Word count: 1,120+ Warnings: fluuuufffff, SERIOUSLY FLUFFY SOFT TOM, pregnancy, afab!reader (still working on gender neutral tone as best I can), assumptions about size (I play into the plus size side of things because I am plus size, but there's no direct mention), no use of y/n (just she/her pronouns) A/N: This is only rough edited by myself, I'm so sorry for any mistakes. (Im rusty as f*ck at fic writing) I've had this fic in my back pocket for months, please enjoy all the fluff. I'm head over heels for val kilmer as a person, and I'm well aware that the gif is not from Top Gun... this is however an aged up version of Commander Kazansky (;

Tom wasn't typically a man of many words, even after Top Gun and becoming a commander... He was still on track to becoming an admiral in a couple years and his stoic ice-cold exterior has carried him far in the Navy. No, there wasn't much that could get in his way now. 

Except for her.

She melted his every icy edge. Especially now that she's 7 months pregnant with his baby. The way she waddled around the sizable estate that he purchased the year they got married. It'd been nearly 7 years since that beautiful day, but Tom and his wife decided to focus on their separate careers before committing to living with little ones under foot. He was nearing his mid-to-late 30's now and with his career excelling, his mind constantly settled on imagining what her beautiful features would be like mixed with his. 

Would they get his ice-like stare or her warm bright irises that see right through to his soul? Would they get his pin straight hair that stuck up in all the wrong places or her beautiful, textured hair that fell beautifully in every light? 

His mind would run rampant every time he looked at her, his eyes never failing to trail up and down her whole figure. He would linger on her face, taking in how absolutely mesmerizing she was in the pregnancy glow before darting down to her ever-changing belly. It was very noticeable now, and the way she braced the underside of the bump softened his stare every time. Even through the literal growing pains of making a human, she looked ethereal. He subconsciously pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. Tom was fully convinced that she could never be more beautiful than she was in this exact moment. 

With a warm but soft chuckle under his breath, he stood slowly and made his way over to her. The book she'd been perusing at the kitchen counter happened to be a cookbook he got her for Christmas in the early years of their relationship. He'd assumed she must be craving something specific by the way she quickly flipped through the pages. He placed his hands over the tops of her shoulders, giving a gentle rub to the tense muscles in her shoulder blades and leaned in to kiss her neck. The smell of her conditioner and body wash from her shower this morning is almost intoxicating. His body was warm, causing her to lean back on his chest.

"You're absolutely radiant dear," Tom stated, a smile forming across his lips. "And absolutely distracting..." He hasn't been able to take his eyes off her since she entered the kitchen adjacent to the doors of his office. He'd been trying to get through some paperwork before finding her to ask what you might want for lunch as she graced her way into the heart of their shared home.

She was one of the only women that could ever truly take his breath away, though many tried. Even in a moment like this... with his wedding band heavy on her finger and growing the fruit of his love for her in her tummy, he still had to remind himself to breathe.

His large arms made their way down her body until they gently embraced her and her bump. He supported her belly gently, the same way the two had learned in the parenting classes Tom insisted on attending once she confirmed her pregnancy. The soft hum that escaped her throat told him that she needed this. Her eyes fluttered closed as he stood there, swaying gently with her in his arms.

“Blueberry.” Was the only thing that snapped the quiet of the moment between the two of them. Her words were soft in his ears. Tom raised an eyebrow in curiosity as he leaned forward to place his chin on her shoulder. The pages of the cookbook landed on a muffin recipe that had been dog-eared and made enough times to sport the stains of baking chaos. 

Another low chuckle reverberated through his chest. “Cravings?” Tom placed another gentle kiss on her neck as he slowly released his childbearing wife to turn to the refrigerator behind him. This recipe was one he was familiar with, having made it several times over the years. He grabbed out the bowl of blueberries, buttermilk, butter and eggs while his wife gathered the remaining dry ingredients. 

A quiet melodic sound filled the kitchen as Tom watched his wife pull up the large glass bowl from the cabinet. The smile spread across his face as he recognized their wedding song falling from her lips. “I wanna know what love is…”

Tom set the cold ingredients out on the counter, crossing the kitchen swiftly to pull her back into his arms. “I want you to show me…” He whispered to her, a hum parting his lips as he twirled her around slowly in the afternoon light of their kitchen. He mirrored her radiant smile as they slowly swayed together, her baby bump separating them a little more than usual but neither of them cared. 

After enjoying the embrace of her husband, Tom’s wife pushed him away gently as she resumed making the muffins lil’ kazansky was craving so badly. The blonde commander only laughed as he kissed her hand before parting their embrace. He too busied himself making muffins again wordlessly as he reached into the bottom drawer of the oven. Grabbing out the old muffin tin, he paused to preheat the oven as he lingered there for a moment.

Tom’s hand immediately found his wife’s lower back as he brought the tin over to the island countertop, using the other to place the white liners in each cup. A devious giggle caught his attention and before he could even blink, she’d managed to touch his nose with a flour-covered hand. His steely eyes closed suddenly as she swiped at his face, unable to hide the slow grin that parted his lips as he dipped his own hand into the bowl of flour. 

He laughed as he pulled her back from the counter slightly, his flour covered hand landing gently over the top of her baby bump. The white handprint was stark on her dark dress. The gasp that escaped from the woman in his arms only made him laugh harder as she rolled her eyes and shook her head at her husband’s antics. 

"What am I going to do with you, Thomas Kazansky? ” She said exasperatedly despite a smile growing on her face.

“Love me.” He said simply, his eyes gazing deeply into hers as he pulled her in close again. “And make muffins with me forever.” She laughed, her heart full, as she accepted his proposal.

#tom kazansky x reader #tom iceman kazansky x reader #iceman x reader #tom kazansky #tom iceman kazansky #iceman #top gun iceman #top gun #top gun maverick #tom kazansky x pregnant!reader #fluff #val kilmer #pregnant reader

[alyswritings]

Compliments

Request: Hey! I was wondering if you could write a fic about Tom and sister!reader doing a live together and there are a lot of comments about how beautiful the reader is etc and Tom kinda goes into protective brother mode

Tom Holland x sister!reader

Summary: Y/N gets flattering comments while her and Tom are doing a live stream.

Warnings: sibling fluff

a/n: thank you for the request! not the longest but hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

"Hey, Y/N, wanna go live with me?" Tom asks, stepping into his sister's room as he opens the Instagram app on his phone.

"Sure." Y/N answers. Tom sits on her bed and Y/N grabs a few books so he can rest the phone against them if he gets tired of holding it.

"How do you do it?" Tom mutters to himself, his eyebrows pinched in confusion. Y/N laughs at his lack of technology skills before starting the live for him. "Thank you." Tom mumbles, watching as people start to flood in.

"I'll give it a few minutes for more people." Tom says, setting the phone up against the pile of books. Y/N sits next to him and watches as comments flood the bottom of the screen.

After a couple of minutes, Tom decides to start talking, figuring that enough people are in it.

"Okay, uh, hello everybody. I just... I wanted something to do and figured why not go live since I haven't done it in a little bit. And Y/N, my little sister for those who may not know, is also with me." He states and Y/N waves to the camera.

The siblings start talking about whatever they think of and also answer some of the questions that are sent in.

They're looking through the comments trying to find a question.

Y/N is a literal goddess!!

QUEEN!!!!

Y/N could slap me and I'd thank her

Y/N's definitely the prettiest Holland

Whoever gets to date and eventually marry Y/N is a lucky person

i would kill to be y/n. or with y/n

she is the most gorgeous person on this planet!!

Y/N was sculpted by God and he took his time with her

Y/N shyly giggles at all of the comments, her cheeks burning beet red. She ducks her head, attempting to hide her obvious blushing. Tom's eyes lightly roll almost as a reflex.

Y/N, can I get your number?

"Okay, watch it. She doesn't want anybody's number." Tom states after seeing that comment.

"Tom." Y/N lightly punches his arm.

"What? You're not giving out your number to anybody. You're not allowed to date." Tom states.

"I'm 18." Y/N retorts.

"Yeah, that's too young." Tom says making her roll her eyes. "And she isn't that amazing."

"Thomas!" Y/N shoves him.

"I love you, but I'm making sure you don't get a boyfriend or anything, Y/N." Tom says. "Too young."

"You were dating at my age." Y/N reminds.

"yeah, but I had no older siblings to stop me. You have three." Tom grins at her. She shoves him again making him laugh. Tom goes back to looking through comments, finding many more admiring Y/N's beauty.

"Okay, no, you need to leave. Everybody's obsessing over you." Tom says, putting his hand over Y/N's face and gently pushing her away.

"I'm not going anywhere. You asked me to be here." Y/N says, smacking his hand away from her face. "And as they should. I'm the best looking sibling."

"Wha-- you are not!" Tom argues.

"Did you just call me ugly?" Y/N asks.

"I didn't and you know it. You're just not the best looking. I am." Tom says.

"You are not!" Y/N objects.

"Yes, I am!"

The two siblings continue to bicker about who looks better, the fans enjoying the content of the oldest and youngest Holland siblings.

"Okay, Y/N is very beautiful, inside and out, but nobody is allowed to date her. You'd have to get through me, Sam, and Harry which is not easy. We'll sic both Paddy and Tessa on you." Tom stated before he ended the live.

Taglist:

@glxwingrxse @peyton-14

#tom holland #tom holland x sister reader #tom holland x sister!reader #holland!sister

[marvelouspeterparker]

professor’s sweetheart

pairing: professor!tom holland x student!reader

summary: professor holland teaches british literature at your university. you hadn’t expected much when you signed up for the course, but the experience is everything and more than you could have hoped for. 

word count: 15.1k

warnings: there is smut in here but it’s not the main focus (wild, i know)

notes: uh yeah i’d say just don’t fuck your professor? this is purely fictional. be safe, you know how it is <3

also she wrote a professor!harry styles fic, but if i hadn’t read that (over and over) i probably wouldn’t have been inspired to write this. so check out @songbirdstyles​ !

i listened to this playlist while writing it if ur interested :)

give me feedback please!!

“What class do you have next?” Your friend, and roommate Liz asked. You were both walking out of the cafeteria. It was 1:15, you had just finished lunch and you had fifteen minutes until your next class. You pushed the doors open together and braced yourselves as the cool late September breeze hit you, blowing your jackets open. You put both sides of the jacket together in front of you and crossed your arms to block the cold out. 

“Um,” you thought back for a moment, the cold temporarily knocking your senses right out of you. “British Literature.”

If you were being honest, you had taken this course because it fulfilled one of your requirements, but in the end it felt like one of the most rewarding parts of your college experience so far. The material was interesting, and instead of being bored out of your mind throughout the whole hour and a half of class––it was actually entertaining. You had your professor to thank for that.

“Oooh,” Liz twisted her lips to the side to suppress a knowing smile, but the look in her eyes gave it away. “With Professor Holland?” She asked, batting her eyelashes innocently. 

You rolled your eyes and bit your tongue to hide your smile. “Yes,” you shoved her playfully to the side making her step in a pile of leaves, the crunch under boots loud as ever as it carried through the crisp air. “Shut up.”

You and Liz had been roommates since your first year at university and had now spent four, coming up on five semesters rooming together. Luckily, you really hit it off, and easily fell into a routine together, forming a bond as you ate lunch and dinner together, studied in the library, had dance parties in your dorm, and more. You knew each other inside and out, often having random late night conversations while you procrastinated your work or couldn’t sleep, about literally anything and everything. Bottom line is, you trusted each other, which is why she knew about your sort-of-crush on Professor Holland. 

To be fair everyone had a thing for him, he was just that kind of guy. He was sweet and compassionate and funny. Professor Holland was one of those genuine professors who sincerely cared about their students and their well-beings. He was incredibly understanding. He’d schedule dozens of meetings with his students all in one day just because he wanted to help and make sure they were all alright. He liked to check in every now and then, not because he had to, but because he wanted to.

From what you could tell he also seemed like a people person. No matter who he was with, whether it was a student, his teaching assistant Jacob, or his fellow professors––he was always attentive, cracking jokes, enjoying the conversation. Everyone seemed to love him. But you could also tell that a part of him was just a tad bit cocky, but in a joking and love-able way. 

All this goes to show that you spent way too much time thinking about him, and observing him, which could either be seen as really endearing or really creepy. 

“Look I’m just saying,” Liz shrugged, “Enjoy the class.” She nudged you, “I know I would.”

Realizing you were approaching the writing and arts center, and Liz’s next class was in the building across the street, you sent her off. “Yeah yeah, okay. Bye.” You tightened your arms around you and scurried off, skipping a crack in the sidewalk and walking up the steps to the building. You opened the door and were immediately welcomed by a rush of warm air and let out a sigh, rubbing your hands together as you made your way to the lecture hall. 

You pulled your phone out and checked the time, 1:22. You still had 8 minutes to spare. You were still walking and only glanced up from your phone right as you were about to walk into the door and were stopped suddenly when you crashed into a hard chest. You immediately felt two warm hands grasp your arms to steady you and were suddenly enveloped by the smell of tea and mint. 

“Woah! I’m sorry, love, are you alright?”

You froze as you looked up, feeling very much like a deer in headlights as you realized you quite literally crashed into your professor. “Oh––um,” you swallowed, suddenly feeling like the air was escaping you. You cleared your throat trying to save yourself from anymore embarrassment. “I’m fine––I’m sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t looking––” You paused when you noticed the small smile on his face, his warm eyes making you forget what you were going to say.

“It’s alright, Y/N. It was partially my fault as well, I was too focused on––” he seemed to snap out of some trance, straightening himself up as his hands dropped back down to his sides and into his pockets. “Uh, well that’s not important.” He pulled one hand out of his pocket––he was wearing those blue slacks that you thought made his thighs look great, respectfully, of course. He checked the time on his watch and you had to stop yourself from ogling the veins in his arms as he did so. 

He looked up at you, brows furrowed playfully and you actually had to remind yourself to breathe. “You’re almost ten minutes early. You that eager to see me?” He ended his question with a teasing smirk and your mouth opened and closed a few times before you managed to string together a response.

“I––um, I just really like this class and you––you’re my favorite professor.” You blurted out, your cheeks heating up as you realized what you just admitted. You had to force your eyes to go back to their normal size after they practically bulged at the realization of what you said. “And I mean, I just happened to get here early so...I thought I might as well get settled in.”

Your professor cleared his throat, trying to hide his smile as he glanced down at his shoes for a moment then back up at you. “Well then.” He extended his arm, pointing towards the open door of the hall and stepped aside. “Please, after you.” 

You gave him a small smile in return along with a quiet thank you and stepped through the door. But before you could walk over to your seat, you felt him lean over behind you to talk lowly in your ear. He was standing a respectably close distance, but his presence was so overwhelming it was as though you felt him everywhere. His breath caressed the smooth skin of your cheek as he spoke. 

“I’m technically not allowed to have favorites, but I do appreciate that you enjoy having me as your professor, darling.” It shouldn’t have had such an effect on you, really, it shouldn’t have. But something about him referring to himself by his title really did something to you. You took a sharp inhale as you stood up straight, your whole body on high alert as you turned your head towards him, your eyes refusing to look at his and instead finding solace in the fabric of his navy blue button up––which he’d rolled up to his forearms. 

“And if it means anything, I rather do enjoy having you in my class as well.” You snuck a peek at him, lifting your gaze slowly and only caught a glimpse of his soft lips as he smiled before walking over to his desk. 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you walked up the steps to your usual spot in the middle row, near the aisle. Your legs felt like they were going to give out any minute, and the man hadn’t even touched you––well not in the way you wanted him to, anyway. But enough of that. 

You checked your phone again, trying to calm down your heartbeat as you took in a deep breath, 1:28. People started shuffling into the class, the overlapping sounds of chatter and laughter rupturing the energy the room had when it was just the two of you. At 1:32 Professor Holland started the class, getting everyone’s attention smoother than anyone should be able to. You could almost feel everyone’s eyes focusing on him, some weren’t even listening to him, they were just so entranced by how good he looked and the way he sounded––his accent was just so endearing, you had to admit it. 

The hour and a half went by rather quickly but today you were more aware of yourself, of Professor Holland––even more than usual. It seemed as though his eyes would travel to your direction more often, after he made jokes as if to see your reaction, or while he paused in his speeches. 

At the end of the class, despite there being dozens of other students moving around you, you felt as though your professor was watching you as you made your way out of the room. But it had to be your imagination, there was just no way. 

When you got back to your dorm, Liz still wasn’t back yet so you decided to take a shower and spend some time relaxing. You had already done your work for the next day and your other work for the rest of the week––well, you decided you’d do it later. 

You changed into sweats after your shower and hopped on your bed, deciding to switch between your apps for an hour or so––honestly you’d lost track of time. Liz strolled in soon after, closing the door with a loud groan, throwing her bag on the floor.

You smiled, looking up at her from your lying position on the bed. “Hello to you too.”

She grumbled in response, finally looking at you. When she noticed you were already wearing your pajamas she pointed to you, her brows raised. “Good idea!” She immediately went to her drawers and picked out a random pair of sweats and an oversized sweatshirt, changing with lightning speed for someone who was sluggishly groaning not even a minute before. 

She grabbed her phone and sat on her bed opposite yours, cross-legged, facing you. She looked at your face for a few seconds before squinting her eyes at you. “You have something to say. Spill.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face. 

She looked at you pointedly, “Well go on.” 

So you told her about your encounter with the infamous brit today, how you bumped into him, what he said to you, the glances he sent your way. When you finished recounting everything you took a deep breath, “But––this could all just be in my head you know, just me overreacting.”

She stared at you with a dead expression. “Are you fucking dumb?”

“Hey!”

She ignored you, rolling her eyes while she tried not to laugh. “Dude he totally wants to fuck you.” She said nonchalantly.

Your eyes bulged, “W–What do you––What?” 

“Oh please, it’s so obvious.”

You opened your mouth but when nothing came out, you paused and looked down at the carpet. After a few moments you looked back up at her to find her with a knowing smirk on her face. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am, when am I not?” When you were about to speak, she interrupted you. “Don’t answer that. But look, it seems like he’s into you. I think you should hit that.”

“But we––that’s not allowed!” You paused, “Is it?”

She laughed, “A ha! So you do want to!”

“Oh shut up, you already knew that. Everyone wants to, it’s not a big deal.”

She made a face, “Yes, but you’re the only one who actually has a chance at getting it.” 

You looked at her, a skeptical look on your face. “Even if that was true––he’s still my professor…”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah but it’s not like it’s in the handbook or anything. Plus, you’re both legal adults, so. There you have it. You’re free to bone.”

“You did not just say that.”

“But I did.” She smiled, lying down in her bed. “You really could, though. Just don’t tell anybody.” When you didn’t say anything else, she spoke up. “Okay I’m gonna take a nap now. You have a lot to think about.” 

You ignored the last part and went back to your phone, “Yeah you do that.” 

Throughout the rest of the afternoon and night you couldn’t stop thinking about this whole situation. This was bad...Or was it? It seemed all too complicated, that was for sure. You weren’t even sure he looked at you or thought of you that way. 

You fell asleep playing all the pros and cons of hypothetically getting with him, your mind an endless loop of your professor, his voice, how he sounded when he practically whispered that he liked being your teacher. This was all too much.

❊❊❊❊

All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. The tongue, teeth and lips following and leaving marks everywhere the hands traced. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. Your eyes locked in on the ones staring up at you with pure hunger and awe as you ground yourself down on his cock.

“That’s it darling, just like that. You’re doing so good for me.” His lips curved into that oh so familiar smirk. “I taught you well, didn’t I?”

You woke up sweaty, your shirt sticking to your torso, a wet patch on your panties, your nipples pebbled in the cool air of your dorm room. A sex dream. Of course you had a fucking sex dream about him. Fuck. You were just lucky that your next class with him was on Thursday so you didn’t have to see him today. Because that would not help you at all. 

You checked the time on your phone, squinting at the brightness before turning it all the way down, 10am. You got out of bed with a groan and took your toiletries bag and your towel to the bathroom, deciding to take a shower this morning, instead of later on at night. Lord knows you certainly needed one. A cold one too.

You were frustrated, frustrated with yourself for feeling this way about your professor––sure, he was only a few years older than you, but it was the principle of the matter––frustrated that you were overthinking this entire thing, and most importantly you were annoyed because you were extremely horny. 

When you got into the bathroom, you locked the door and set your stuff down. You put your hands on both sides of the sink and looked at yourself in the mirror. Who are we and what happened? You sighed and grabbed your toothbrush, brushing your teeth quickly and aggressively, since everything seemed to be a hassle this morning. You’d hoped that once you hopped in the shower, you’d calm down. 

When you made your way inside, you sighed contently at the feeling of the warm water pattering against your skin, freshening you up immediately. Your nipples were still hard, between your legs still wet. So you brought a hand down between your thighs, the other to your breast as you stood under the water––almost as though the water was washing away the sinful act and thoughts right at the source. You laughed at the thought, nope, nothing can wash this away. 

You squeezed your breast and tugged at your nipple, rubbing your sensitive bud just the way you liked. You were still sensitive from...your dream, so it didn’t take long for everything to build up. You couldn’t help yourself, your mind brought back the remnants of last night that you remembered, the way his hands gripped you when he steadied you, the way his arms looked, and you came with a whimper that was louder than you would have liked. You bit your lip, closing your eyes and resting your head back on the tiles as the water continued to fall on you. 

When you came back to your dorm, Liz was on her way out but she stopped, raising her brows at you, “So have you come to a conclusion?”

You walked past her into the dorm, “Go to class, Liz.” You heard her cackle down the hallway as you closed the door. 

You got dressed casually, not rushing since there was nowhere for you to go and decided to go to the local cafe near the school. You needed to clear your head and get some work done, and you definitely would not get any of it done in your dorm. Not today, anyway. 

You checked the weather and seeing that it was a little warmer today, you put a sweatshirt on, grabbed your bag along with your phone and your laptop and you were on your way. The breeze felt refreshing this morning as you stepped out of your dorm. Your walk to the cafe was only ten or so minutes but it felt good. 

Stepping into the little shop, you were immediately hit by the aroma of coffee and sweets, surrounded by the sound of light chatter and utensils clattering on the wooden tables. The warm light above you brought a sense of comfort as you made your way over to the counter. The line was rather short so you managed to order your usual drink and snack quickly. As you were waiting for the cashier to hand you your things, your eyes scanned the shop––the ambience was rather nice and the talking almost felt like background noises. You wouldn’t mind staying here to work.

As you gathered your things, you turned around in search of a free table––which would be the deciding factor in whether or not you would stay, you did not want to awkwardly share the small table space with some stranger. You took a few steps into the seating area and almost choked on your breath when you made eye contact with the last person you wanted to see today. 

He smiled charmingly at you, teeth and all and quickly made his way over before you even had a chance to think of escaping. “Y/N!” He stood in front of you, his eyes bright. He was actually happy to see you? He was always happy to see everyone, it didn’t mean anything. 

His voice snapped you out of your annoyingly loud thoughts.  “Fancy seeing you here.” He nudged you playfully, “How are you?” He was wearing a very tight white button up that was unbuttoned until the third, showing a generous amount of his chest, a grey suit and pants, along with a messenger bag slung over his shoulder. It took you a few more seconds than it should have to process that there were actual words coming out of his mouth.  

You forced a smile onto your face but the more you looked into his eyes, the more genuine it became, almost impossible to wipe off. “I’m good. Was just grabbing breakfast before I start my work. You?”

He raised his cup, “Same as you. Have a bit of time before my next class.” 

You noticed that you couldn’t tell what exactly was in the cup and your curiosity got the better of you. You pointed to the cup clasped in his fingers, “Is that coffee?”

He furrowed his brows in mock offense, “I only drink tea, darling.” He leaned his upper body forward to whisper to you, his cheek almost touching yours, “I’d think you would know that about your favorite professor.” He tutted playfully as he stood up straight again, watching you, a look that you couldn’t quite pinpoint in his eyes as he watched you over his cup, taking a teasingly long sip. 

You looked up at him, your mouth slightly open, not a clue what to respond. When he pulled the cup away from his mouth he looked down at you, his gaze drifting down and you’d never felt more exposed, despite the fact that you were wearing two layers of clothing. “I like your sweatshirt.” He smiled, glancing down at it before looking directly into your eyes, his head lowered slightly.

Your eyes widened in surprise and your head snapped down to see your spiderman sweatshirt looking back at you boldly. Oh––Oh. You lifted your head back up to find him still smiling at you softly, he didn’t seem to be teasing you at all. “Um thanks.” You could feel your cheeks heating up, despite the cool air that swept your legs as someone opened the door to the cafe. “Are you uh–– a marvel fan?” 

He pursed his lips playfully, “Yeah,” his hand came up to rub the back of his neck, “Yeah you could say that.” He licked his lips and took another sip of his drink.

Your eyes, with a mind of their own, trailed down the column of his throat, following the vein on the side of his neck, the way his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed the warm liquid. The action almost seemed provocative, in both meanings of the term. 

Suddenly you felt very hot and you knew that you had to get out of there before you made a fool of yourself in front of everyone, but most importantly him. You perked up, “I uh––I have to go professor, but it was nice talking with you. See you tomorrow!” With that you quite literally ran off, wincing as you turned around, having noticed the way his lips parted as if to speak, a furrow between his brows appearing out of confusion and concern. You really had to get control of yourself. 

You practically berated yourself as you speed walked away. God, that was so stupid. And not to mention, incredibly rude! He’d probably be upset with you now, or maybe even mad. It’s just––unbelievable what he did to you, without even actually doing anything. It took you the entire walk there to realize that you unconsciously made your way back to your dorm––so much for the library. But you’d had enough social interaction for today, so you decided you’d stay there.

You got in your bed and buried yourself under the covers, deciding you needed the comfort of being hidden in your mattress after the embarrassment you’d just experienced. You lied there just staring at the plain, white ceiling for way too long until you let out a loud huff and sat up, before grabbing your computer to start your work. 

Deciding to check your college email before you started, since they were incessant and it was easy to miss something, you scanned down the list of messages in your inbox. Your eyes skimmed through the boxes on the left of your screen, notifications that your professors left feedback on your assignments, the weekly newsletter, club events, a message from Holland, Tom––

You shut your computer immediately, eyes bulging as you held your breath. You swallowed thickly, as you stared into nothing in front of you, your eyes barely taking in anything, your mind a big ball of fuzz. 

After taking a few deep breaths, and telling your overdramatic brain to calm down, you opened the laptop again. Biting your lip, you hovered your mouse over the message, reading over the small bits of information you could see in the preview.

Holland, Tom

Just checking in

Hi Y/N, I just wanted to make  …

You could feel your heart beating through your chest. Oh God––Wanted to make sure what?? The sensible part of your brain said to just open it to figure it out for yourself. But the irrational, idiotic part of your brain was yelling at you to not open it under any circumstance. What if he wanted to make sure you didn’t get the wrong idea? Did he know how you felt about him? Were you that obvious? Maybe he thinks you’re clinically insane and wants to make sure you’re getting the attention you need? You did run off like a crazy person, after all. 

You shut your eyes tight and groaned loudly into your hands. Liz walked in and whistled lowly, taking in everything in front of her. You looked up, confused and looked at the time, realizing it had already been two hours since you first left the dorm, meaning she was done with her classes for the day.

“What’s up?” She took a seat at her desk, propping her legs on the table as she leaned back.

You waved her off, deciding it would be best to let this blow over and ignore it for now. You’d go back when you were in the right state of mind. 

She started telling you about her day and annoyingly, your brain decided today would be the day that it would not shut off. Your brows were furrowed as you tried your best to focus on what your friend was saying, but she wasn’t even looking in your direction, staring up into the air above her as she spoke animated, hands waving around, so she didn’t even notice you struggling to pay attention. 

Your eyes kept flitting back to the screen of your computer, your fingers swiping across the trackpad to turn it back on when the screen’s brightness lowered every now and then. 

Liz looked back at you and stopped her spiel. “Alright what’s up with you?” 

You sighed deeply and looked up at her. “Sorry, sorry. I just––I saw Professor Holland today––”

“Already?” She interrupted you, a goofy smile on her face. “Damn, you work fast.”

You threw the nearest pillow at her, “Shut up! I didn’t fuck him.”

“You should’ve.” She pointed out, holding the pillow to her chest. 

You glared at her until she raised her hands in surrender, then continued, your eyes bouncing from object to object in the room as you babbled. 

“I went to the cafe and I saw him and he came over to me and we started talking––and he whispered in my ear and he was joking around with me and he sipped his tea and he was super close to me and super hot, and I couldn’t handle it so I basically ran off without giving him a chance to say bye.” You took a deep breath, “And then he sent me an email after I saw him and I still haven’t opened it because I’m scared and I don’t know what he said…” You took another breath and looked at your friend, blinking as she just stared at you.

After a moment, she spoke up. “Dude just open the email.”

Your eyes widened almost in offense. “Did you not listen to anything I just said?”

“Yeah you practically fucked in the cafe then you got scared and ran away.” She spoke nonchalantly and you could tell she was fighting off a smile. “Look, eventually you have to open the email anyway, you can’t just ignore it. So just do it and rip the bandaid off.” You were about to speak up when she interrupted you, “I promise it won’t be half as bad as you think. We both know your mind is absolutely filled with the craziest ideas.” 

You huffed and fell back down on the bed, not bothering to argue since you both knew she was right. 

“Shit, I’m starving.” She looked at the time, “Yeah it’s about time for me to eat food.” She stood up, “Come on, let’s go.”

“Can you please get something for me?” She knew you well enough that you didn’t have to tell her what to get. You gave her your best smile and shrugged your shoulders.

“Are you serious.” She looked at you, deadpan, standing like the little emoji of the woman standing in place with her arms at her sides. 

You had to suppress your smile, “What if I see him?” You asked incredulously, lying further in the covers. “I’d rather stay in here and hide, for now.”

“You have class with him tomorrow––”

“That’s why I said for now.”

She cracked a smile, rolling her eyes as she grabbed her things, “You’re ridiculous.”

“Love you!”

“Yeah yeah,” she waved her hand and walked out the door. 

A few moments passed after Liz left and you sat up yet again, putting your computer on your lap as you swiped the trackpad, making the screen light up again. You checked the time, it had been almost an hour since he sent the email, you really shouldn’t make him wait any longer. Not that he’s waiting at all, he probably didn’t even notice that you hadn’t responded.

You inhaled and exhaled slowly, swallowed your nerves and clicked on the email. 

Holland, Tom

Just checking in

Hi Y/N, 

I just wanted to make sure everything was alright. You seemed kind of stressed when you left earlier and I’m hoping it wasn’t because of anything I did. Can we check in tomorrow in my office? Hope everything is going well. 

Warmest Regards,

Professor Holland

He wanted to meet tomorrow after class. In his office. Alone. 

Oh, fuck. You could hear Liz in your head going Yes, fuck. But you quickly shoved her aside. 

You read over the email about five times to make sure you weren’t misinterpreting anything, because that would be even more embarrassing. You clicked the reply button and slowly wrote out your response.

Hi Professor Holland,

Everything is fine, but thank you for asking, I appreciate the concern. I’m free tomorrow after class if you’re available then.

Thank you!

Y/N

You hit send and not even two minutes later, you received a response. 

Hi Y/N,

Perfect! I’ll see you then :)

Warmly,

Professor Holland

How on earth were you supposed to focus on your work now? More importantly, how were you going to focus in class tomorrow?

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The next day, the butterflies in your stomach would not calm down. When you stepped into the class, he was talking to another student and you tried to sneak past to your seat unnoticed. You thought you’d succeeded but once you sat down and looked up, you made direct eye contact with him and you swear you stopped breathing. You barely even recognized the sound of everyone moving around you, getting ready for class to start. 

He parted his lips and reluctantly turned back to the student still talking to him, snapping out of his daze, but not after glancing back at you. You swallowed and sank down in your seat. This was going to be a long class. 

At 1:35, class started. Professor Holland stood up and clasped his hands, making his way to the middle of the floor in front of everybody, his voice reverberating through the room. 

“Good afternoon everybody. Hope you’re all doing well.” His eyes found yours and you bit your lip nervously. You could see him swallow as he watched you, before moving his gaze elsewhere. Was that because of you? Surely, it had to be a coincidence. Maybe you made him uncomfortable. Oh great––

He went on, seemingly unfazed, eyes darting back to you subtly before continuing. The discussion soon turned to the book you’d just been assigned to read. The book was rather lengthy but there were always so many things to talk about within only a few pages––which you loved, so it was taking you all a while to go through everything together in class. 

The conversations often took up a lot of the class time since Professor Holland simply loved talking and he always found everyone’s interpretations interesting and worth exploring––eager to hear our classmates perspectives. He also often said that he was not good at using technology, so he preferred to just talk and show rather than use his computer. Honestly, you found it endearing.

The conversations were always interesting to listen to, people never failed to give you insight on things you hadn’t even thought of before, but sometimes––some people were just a little stupid.

Someone brought up a slightly sexist point that made absolutely no sense but since you weren’t the one to call someone out in front of a room full of people, you stuck to your facial reactions instead of audibly responding. You turned back to the front of the class to see Professor Holland’s opinion to find that he was watching you, trying and failing to suppress his smile. 

He put both hands in his pockets which you found ironic considering they would jump out any time soon––he loved to talk with his hands. His eyes got serious, the smile on his face a little less friendly as he addressed the sophomore who made the comment. “I don’t know if you’re aware of how ludicrously sexist that comment you just made was, but now you know.” He turned to the rest of the class. “Remember to think before you speak. This isn’t to necessarily call anyone out. It’s a warning. Senseless remarks will not only affect my view of you, but your grades as well.” 

He went on and tried to shape the boy’s comment into something appropriate to discuss and you honestly couldn’t focus on anything else he said, you were just looking at him in awe and in shock. Sure, this was the bare minimum, but since it was so rare to see, it was very noticeable and even impressive when you noticed it.

God, you adored this man.

Near the end of class, he announced the next assignment, a paper you’d have to write about a comparison you made between any point in the story, a character, a theme, a hidden meaning, etc. and something in our modern reality, a social norm, a popular belief, etc. Your essays were always very open ended in this class, giving you room to write about almost anything you wanted to. Your professor knew that the assignments would be more enjoyable if there was some choice involved. He truly was good at his job. 

“Look, reading’s hard sometimes, I get it. I’m dyslexic, so trust me, I understand. But I never let that stop me.” He paused to look around the room and it was so silent you could hear each other’s inhales and exhales. The power he had over a room full of around one hundred people was insane, and in a weird way, also turned you on. “I know the book is massive. Listen to the audio books if you have to, I don’t mind. But get the work done either way. It’s not for me, it’s for you. I want you to get the best grade you can in this class.”

“Bring me interesting material. I don’t want to fall asleep reading your work.” He joked and smiled proudly when laughter filled the room. “The essay is due in two weeks. Good luck.”

There were a few thank you’s and goodbyes scattered around the room as he sent everyone off, people scurrying from all sides to the exits. 

You took your time gathering all your things and took a deep breath when the last few people made their way out, silence soon surrounding the both of you. You put your bag over your shoulder and walked down the carpeted steps, suddenly finding the dark grey pattern to be the most interesting things you’ve ever seen––and also watching your steps so that you don’t fall down them in front of him. You could barely hear the soft patter of your shoes as you walked down. When you finally got the main floor you looked up and saw him waiting for you patiently, things in his hands, a smile on his face. 

“Let’s go then, shall we?” You nodded shyly and he led the way, his office only a hallway away from the lecture hall. You found it slightly odd that he didn’t try to make conversation on your way there, since he always loved to. But you tried not to think too hard about it. Maybe he was just tired. 

When you reached his office, he opened the door and let you walk in first. Your eyes immediately scanned the room out of curiosity as you stepped inside, noticing his desk, the wood a dark mahogany which was covered with stacks of papers, picture frames, pens, and a few marvel funko pops––so he really was a fan. You’d never actually been inside of his office before. It was an intimidating thought for you to be in his office with him, alone. You just didn’t want to embarrass yourself. 

You turned to him and gestured to the chair across from his desk, “Do I just––”

“Please,” he interrupted eagerly. “Make yourself comfortable.” 

You took a seat and he set his things down next to his desk before sitting as well. His hair was coiffed to perfection today, curls sculpted nicely, a dark blue suit on his body with a black shirt underneath. He took off the suit jacket and put it on the back of his chair and you could see his veins and muscles bulging and shifting in his arms as he moved. He clasped his hands in front of him on the desk and wow he had nice fingers. You really had to get a grip on yourself––

“How was class today for you? Well, besides that one disappointing comment.”

You smiled, “I always enjoy the class, but yeah that was uh, disappointing as you said.

“I think your interpretations are always very insightful and very interesting. It’s almost a shame that you don’t share them with the whole class but part of me likes it that we keep them between us.” Oh? “Plus, I know how scary it can be talking in front of all those people. I almost shit myself first time I taught that class––”

You let out a surprised laughter and he couldn’t help laugh as well. 

“Shit, sorry! I mean––” He sighed, “Language, sorry. I’m British.” He shrugged, “Can’t help it.”

You shook your head, “It’s okay. Personally I think curse words spice up conversations.” You smiled proudly when he laughed at your joke. 

His smile radiated a more nervous energy after his laughter died off. “When you ran off yesterday, that wasn’t––was that because of me? Because if I did something to make you uncomfortable I’m so sorry.”

You tilted your head, trying to think of a way to explain. “No it wasn’t, well––it kind of was?” You had no idea why you would tell him this, but apparently your mouth was moving without agreeing with your mind first. 

There was almost a pout on his face and you had the sudden urge to reach over the table and smooth it out with your lips. “It’s just, well––You make me just a little bit nervous, to be honest professor.” You looked down at your lap and back up at him timidly.

He raised his brows, “Oh––”

Your smile was strained and you wanted nothing more than to be swallowed whole by the floor. 

“Well that’s not a bad thing, is it?” He looked at you almost, hopefully?

You laughed, “No trust me, it’s not.” Your eyes widened at the realization of what you’d basically just admitted to him and you didn’t know if you should feel embarrassed or relieved when the smirk appeared on his face.

But the words that he uttered next cleared that up for you. “Well, if I’m honest, you make me nervous too, darling. And definitely not in a bad way.” He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, almost teasing you with how good he looked.

You licked your lips, your mouth suddenly feeling dry, crossing your legs, your thighs squeezing together, and he definitely noticed, his eyes trailing down your body as he licked his lips as well. 

The tension in the room was so thick but you found that you didn’t want to escape it, if anything you wanted to carve your way through it, stay for as long as you could until it snapped. 

Your professor spread his legs, his hands coming down to rub at his thighs as he watched you and the sound of your heartbeat pounding filled your ears. It was almost as if there was an unseen force pulling the two of you together, but before it could there was a knock at the door. 

The both of your heads snapped to the door to find it opening slowly. Jacob, Tom’s teaching assistant popped his head in. You had talked to him a few times, he was always very nice. He didn’t attend every class, but you guessed that he would be attending the next one. “Hey man.” He turned to you and smiled, “Oh hi Y/N.” You waved and let out a small hi in response. He turned back to the professor. “Your next class is starting like––” He looked at his watch. “Now.” 

“Shit, sorry man. Lost track of time.” He got up and you did too, smiling sheepishly as you grabbed your things, getting up from your seat. “I’ll be right there.” Jacob nodded and closed the door.

You both made your way over to the exit slowly, still reeling from what maybe could have happened and what you both obviously thought of. The silence was loud around you, but it wasn’t scary this time. 

“Let me know if you need any help with the upcoming assignment, alright? Don’t be afraid to stop by if you need to.” His gaze dropped down to your lips for a split second before reaching your eyes again. “For anything.” He looked at you with an expression you couldn’t describe but quickly tried to mask it with a smile as he opened the door for you, his eyes practically holding yours captive. 

“Thank you, professor. I will.” 

You stepped out and he watched you for a few moments before closing the door. You looked back, smiling as you caught his eye and as soon as he stepped back in the office, you practically ran out of the building and to your dorm, a stupid grin on your face. 

“Holy shit.”

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When you practically burst into your dorm room, scaring Liz half to death before you told her what happened, let’s just say she wasn’t surprised in the slightest.

“I fucking told you!” She flopped onto her bed, still staring at you pointedly as she did so, a smirk on her face. She pointed at you before dropping her hand down dramatically by her side. “You like, owe me a soda now or something.” 

You rolled your eyes but you were so giddy the smile still hadn’t dropped from your face. “Well I do owe you for getting me lunch yesterday, so maybe I will buy you one.”

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Over the weekend, you started working on the essay for British Literature and you were already about halfway done since the topic you chose actually interested you. But you found yourself questioning if you were writing it properly as you went on. You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted it to be near perfect since you’d found out he paid extra attention to you, or maybe you just wanted to talk to him again––you’d never know. 

After discussing with Liz, you decided you’d stop by his office on Monday afternoon once you were done with your classes. You knew he liked to stay in his office until late at night sometimes, he always said we could stop by whenever, if we needed something. So you decided to take advantage of that, shoving down your anxious thoughts and doing what you wanted. 

Liz may or may not have convinced you to wear a shirt that was––aesthetically pleasing, to put it, specifically in the chest area so you were more than eager to see your professor’s reaction. You were a little nervous, you didn’t want it to seem like you were trying too hard, but you thought you looked good in this shirt, and you had a right to feel good about yourself. Since it was a little chilly outside, you hid it under a sweatshirt for now.

You got to his office and found yourself staring at the dark wood, hesitating to knock on. After taking a deep breath you rapped your knuckles against the door. 

You heard a faint Come in! And you took a deep breath and opened the door slowly to find him sitting at his desk, “Hi Professor Holland.” He was finishing some notes on a student’s essay but his head snapped up immediately at the sound of your voice.

He dropped his pen and sat up, “Please,” he motioned to the seat across from his desk and you smiled gratefully before settling down. “What can I do for you? Everything alright?”

His eyes looked sincere and concerned and you could feel your insides melting a little bit. 

“I just––I really want to do well on this essay,” He nodded for you to continue, “But I’m just not sure if I’m going in the right direction.”

 He nodded understandingly, “Well let’s have a look, shall we?”

You reached down to grab your things when he stood up and walked past you, your eyes following him in confusion. He gestured to the couch, a somewhat impish smile on his face. “Just thought it would be more comfortable––and easier for us to look together, of course.”

You nodded, a small smile on your face as you picked up your bag and sat next to him on the couch. “Right, of course.” It was a loveseat so there wasn’t much room for either of you to distance yourselves.

You got out your computer and opened up the essay. You had already opened it before you got there, not wanting to have to awkwardly wait for it to load. Yes, you overthought things but––it helped sometimes. “I see you came prepared,” he joked and you couldn’t help but smile. He really did notice everything, didn’t he.

“Well I’m really confident about the topic of my essay, I think it’s interesting. But I feel like I may be adding too much into the paper, and I’m not sure if I’m overthinking things or if I should take some things out.” 

“I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think. I meant it when I said I appreciate having you in my class, you know. I always love reading your work. You write well.” 

“Thank you, professor.” Though you saw his eyes darken at the title, he commented on it.

“You can call me Tom when we’re alone, darling. No need for formalities.”

“But I like calling you professor––” Your hand shot up to cover your mouth and you spoke before he could, ignoring his smile, “I mean um. Tom––Okay I can try that.”

His tongue passed under his teeth, a devilish smirk on his face as he watched you squirm under his gaze. “No you know, now I think professor is growing on me.”

You pursed your lips, rolling your eyes. “Prof––Tom.”

He raised his hands in surrender, “Alright alright.” 

“Why don’t you read it to me? It’s easier to see where you can improve when you hear it out loud.”

You swallowed nervously, nodding your head as you brought your laptop closer to you. “O––Okay.”

You started reading your paper out loud, voice becoming slightly steadier as you went on, two fingers scrolling up the trackpad. He made comments as you read, only praise––and with each compliment you felt yourself getting hotter. Very good. Always write so well. Nice point there. Mhm. Good girl, that’s an excellent point. He shifted his way closer to you gradually as you read on and when his thigh touched yours, you had to tell yourself not to jump from the contact.  

He placed his arm on the back of the couch, basically around your shoulder and you had to smush down the urge to throw your computer and climb into his lap. His thighs did look very inviting with the way he was sitting, though. 

He moved closer to you and you could feel his breath cascading down over your shoulder as he brought his hand to the trackpad, his arm over your thigh, fingers scrolling through to where he had a few suggestions. 

When he finished his few remarks, you could hear the proud smile in his voice. “See, I knew it wouldn’t be as bad as you thought. You’re a good writer...” He paused and you turned your head slightly to find his lips mere inches from yours, his eyes trained on your mouth. His words were barely a whisper when he spoke up again, “A good student.” You both leaned in slowly and his hand came up to hold your cheek lightly. “Bet you’d be a good girl for me too.” 

You gasped lightly and leaned forward, giving in and finally pressing your lips to his, both your hands grabbing his jaw. He moaned immediately, his body pressing into yours as you twisted to face him, his other hand coming around your waist to pull you in. You felt your laptop slipping off your thighs and squeaked, making the both of you laugh and pull away, flustered. 

“Careful, love.” Tom grabbed the computer and put it down on the floor gently, confirming that you saved your work before pushing the lid closed. 

The air in the room was hot, thanks to Tom in general, but also thanks to what you just did. So you pulled away and couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Tom’s pout when he thought you were getting up to leave. Since there wasn’t much space on the couch, you stood up to take your hoodie off and you heard his breath hitch when his eyes fell upon the shirt you were wearing. “Christ-”

“Now what’s this?” Tom said almost to himself, his eyes staring at you in wonder and awe. “Never seen this little number before.” He noticed the clothes you wore? His hands were already aching to feel you again, reaching out for you subconsciously and you bit your lip to calm your smile as you sat back down, letting your sweater fall to the floor softly. 

“What, this old thing?” You joked, looking down at the shirt––yeah, you looked good. “You like it?” You looked up at him, a cheekily innocent look in your eyes.

He put his hands around your waist and pulled you into his lap, enjoying the gasp it elicited from you. You put your hands gingerly on his shoulders and the way he was looking up at you made you never want to leave this position ever again. You tilted your head and licked your lips and Tom couldn’t take it anymore, he kissed you again, hands gripping you firmly, anchoring you to him. He pulled away after a good while, wanting to look at you again, his lips parted, practically panting like an animal. You really had an effect on him, but he did the same to you. 

His eyes were taking you in, basically capturing a mental image for later. “God, you look heavenly, darling.” You squirmed in his lap and bit your lip when you felt a bulge growing underneath you. He leaned forward and left a trail of kisses on the tops of your breasts, leaving a few teasing nips and sucks here and there. You squealed, your hands coming up to run your fingers through his hair. You pulled his head up by his hair and the look in his eyes looked absolutely feral––like he wanted to eat you. 

You were about to lean in and kiss him again when a knock at the door surprised the both of you. You both jumped off of the couch as Tom threw out excuses. “Yeah just a second!” You straightened out your shirt as Tom did the same to his pants and you picked up your things. 

When he saw that you were settled, he took a deep breath and answered the door. His colleague and best friend Professor Osterfield, was standing there, a grin on his face. “You div, are you ever going to be on time for our monthly meetings?––” He stood up straight when he noticed you standing behind Tom. “Oh, I didn’t know you had company.” He looked between the two of you and it seemed as though he pieced everything together. Maybe Tom had told him about you? If he did, you wouldn’t be worried Tom didn’t seem like the type to tell unreliable people his business––and they were best friends after all.

You smiled at him in acknowledgement as moved aside to let you pass. “Sorry,” you looked between the both of them, “I’ll let you get to whatever you have to go to.” You looked at Tom once you were out of his office, “Thank you for the feedback, professor.”

You could see him fighting off his smirk before he replied, “Of course.” His stare was impenetrable as he looked at you, “Feel free to come by whenever.” You could see the hidden meaning in his words and let the hint of a smile show, before nodding and walking off.

Harrison looked at him, a pitiful smile on his face. “I hope you know what you’re doing, mate. You should be careful, for the both of you.”

Tom sighed, not wanting to have this conversation. “I know, man. Let’s go.” 

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You found yourself missing Tom as soon as you left. God, this was kind of pathetic. But at least your feelings weren’t necessarily one sided––he did say you made him nervous too after all. You doubt he’d say that if he just wanted to fuck you––he was better than most men. And sure you might be a little biased, but at the end of the day he had a good heart and he was educated. So bonus. 

When you stepped into your dorm, your roommate was sitting on her bed, snacks in hand as she looked at you expectantly. “Now these,” she gestured to the food on her bed, “are either for a story time, to rebuild your energy or both.” 

You laughed and changed into your pajamas, starting to tell your best friend about everything that just happened. She often interrupted with her reactions and comments.

Oh. My. God.

Shut. Up.

You’re fucking lying! 

“But we didn’t fuck.”

“Boo––”

“Yes, boo.” You laughed, “Professor Osterfield knocked at the door and dragged him off to a meeting so.” You shrugged.

“Professor Osterfield...is that the hot blond one?” You nodded and she continued expressing her feelings for the man. “I’d let him teach me a few things––”

“Literally bye.”

She laughed, “What? Come on have you seen him––”

“I’m a little preoccupied with another professor to be honest.”

She nodded, handing you a bag of chips as you settled in your bed. “True. And oh how lucky you are.” You smiled in agreement. 

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Today was the day the essay was due and though you normally handed it in at the beginning of class, for once, you didn’t and you could feel Tom’s gaze following you as you walked up the steps to your seat without so much as a glance in his direction. You’d stopped by his office a few times over the past two weeks since Harrison interrupted you, but you never did anything more than kissing and grinding. You were both too scared of getting caught, but that doesn’t mean you hadn’t thought about doing more in there.  

Tom liked to have physical copies of the essays, just in case technology decides it’s against him (his words), so everyone had until 8pm tonight to drop it off by his office. You were definitely going to use that to your advantage. 

You didn’t wear anything provocative to class, you didn’t really want that kind of attention today, plus you knew that Tom’s interest in you wasn’t solely based on your appearance. So you put the revealing items on under your clothing. And honestly, the thought that no one knew what you were wearing underneath it all only excited you even further. 

You crossed your legs, relieving your tension and biting your lip as class went on, enjoying how flustered Tom would be every time he looked at you. You felt so submissive when you were alone with him, but when you were in public like this? Free to tease him subtly from a distance? That’s where you had all the power. 

You had him blushing and stuttering throughout the whole class, though it wouldn’t have been easy for everyone else to notice, for you it was so obvious. He kept rubbing his hands together, pacing around as his eyes darted to you every few minutes. At one point he went over to sit down at his desk, which he rarely did while teaching––and you were fairly certain it was to hide a bulge in his pants. All thanks to you. 

In the middle of the class, you felt your phone vibrate in your bag and pulled it out just to see if it was an emergency. You were pleasantly surprised and could feel your whole body react when you noticed who the message was from.

Tom: Having fun, are you?

Your eyes shot up to the front of the room and you bit your lip to contain your smile when you noticed him glaring at you.

Y/N: I always have fun in this class, professor ;)

You put your phone away afterwards and focused on the class, knowing it was killing Tom that you weren’t giving him more attention. Your heart was racing and your panties had a wet patch by the time class was over. You had a feeling he was going to try to keep you after class, so you hurried up and gathered your things, sighing in relief when a few students went up to his desk to talk to him. 

You smirked to yourself and headed straight for the door, your head high on your shoulders. But just as you were about two feet from the exit, Tom spoke up. 

“I assume I’ll be seeing you later, Miss Y/L/N?”

You turned around, eyes slightly widening as you noticed him, the group of students near him.

He smirked slyly, “To turn in your paper, remember?” His eyes were giving you a knowing look.

You swallowed, nodding as you smiled at him innocently. “Of course, professor.” You enjoyed the way his eyes darkened only slightly, only noticeable to you. “See you then.” With that you walked out.

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You practically skipped to his office at around 7:45, before knocking at the door, four knocks in a specific pattern––the code you’d made together. 

“Come in, darling!”

You walked in and quickly shut the door, a chuckle escaping you. “You know someone could hear you from the outside one day, right?”

He shrugged, “I’ll just blame it on my accent. Could call everyone darling, they don’t know any better.”

You laughed. “Okay well––Professor Holland,” you said, loving the way he looked at you when you uttered his title. “I brought this for you.” You took out the printed essay and placed it on his desk.

He pushed his chair out, his eyes following your every move as he spread his legs. “Oh is that right?” 

You took the invitation and took your reserved seat in his lap, linking your arms around his neck as you looked down at him. “Mhm, still want a good grade in this class you know. You are my favorite professor after all.”

He smirked smugly, licking his lips. “And you,” he kissed your lips before pulling away briefly, “Are my favorite girl.” He brought his hands up your back and pulled you into him as he kissed you again. This time, longer and deeper, wanting to feel you as much as possible. “Teased me so much in class today.” You smiled into the kiss and he continued, “Almost wanted to take you over my knee right there in front of everyone.” 

You moaned audibly and he brought his hand up to your neck, gripping you softly but firmly, giving you room to pull away if you didn’t approve. When you leaned further into his grip, he grinned and pulled you closer. You started grinding down on him, basking in the desperate groans and sighs you were coaxing out of him, the way his movements became more frantic as he bucked into you. 

After debating with yourself in your head for a moment––struggling to think properly with his hands all over you, you got off of his lap and smiled at the small whines of protest he let out before reaching for his belt. You made eye contact with him and noticed how wide his eyes were, hopeful, hungry, but hesitant. 

His hands reached for yours, “You don’t have to, darling. If anything I should be doing this first. God knows I’ve thought about it.”

You pouted, trying your best to ignore his words and focus on the task at hand. “But I want to,” you kissed his cheek, “I wanna make you feel good, professor.” He nodded, barely able to speak.

“Yeah? You wanna be a good girl for me?” 

You nodded eagerly, licking your lips as he pulled himself out of his trousers. “More than anything. Wanna make up for earlier.” You got down on your knees, mouth practically salivating at the way his member stood tall against his abdomen, his tip leaking with precum. 

Your hand wrapped around him just as a knock sounded at the door. Professor?

The both of your eyes widened, the both of you looking around for some sort of answer before he ushered you under the desk, tucking himself back in hastily, pulling his chair as much as he could and sitting at the edge, hiding his unbuttoned and unbuckled pants. Luckily for the both of you, the back of the desk reached the floor, so whoever it was wouldn’t be able to see you hiding underneath. “Uh––Come in!”

The person walked in and you recognized the sound of her voice, she often spoke up in the lectures. You couldn’t remember her name, though. You do, however, remember that she often spoke up only to get Tom’s attention. You’d heard her gush about him in the halls just outside his class in the hopes of him hearing her. You couldn’t blame her, but the thought still irked you. “I just wanted to give you my paper. I hope it’s not too late.” 

Tom checked the time on his watch, 7:58. “Nope,” he laughed breathlessly, trying to compose himself, “Not too late at all, in fact just in time.” 

She handed her paper to Tom and he gave her a tight-lipped smile, trying his best not to think about the fact that your hands were trailing up his thighs and that he could feel your warm breath hitting the exposed part of his member––he really hadn’t payed attention when he tucked himself back in. 

Before he could send the girl who’s name you still hadn’t remembered off, she took a seat across from him and he swallowed nervously, a little frustrated since he was so close to getting his cock in his girl’s mouth. 

It seemed that you somehow read his thoughts because as soon as the girl kept talking for another two minutes, you pulled his member out and stroked him, licking up his shaft and he tensed, taking every ounce of self control he had not to look down at you. His hand reached down and held your cheek gently, just wanting to feel you. You nuzzled into his palm and he had to bite his lip to suppress his smile, not wanting the student across from him to think his endearing expression was meant for her. 

You honestly completely tuned out all the words she was saying, your sole focus pleasuring Tom. But you didn’t miss the flirty and falsely innocent tone in her voice. You couldn’t see her but she was no doubt batting her eyelashes at him as well. 

When she made a comment about how good his shirt looked on him, you couldn’t help yourself, you sucked his tip into your mouth with no warning, making him groan unexpectedly. You paused, eyes wide and playful as your mouth stayed around him.

“Are you okay professor?” 

He let out a strained smile, “Yes, Emma, Sorry––” So her name was Emma. “I just uh banged my knee on the desk.”

She hummed a small okay and went on.

He caught your eye, trying his best to keep his expression neutral, but boy was it hard. Especially when you were looking up at him like that, with his cock in your mouth. You licked around his tip and lowered your mouth around him and he had to force himself to focus on the girl who was still talking to him.

You were not playing fair but quite frankly you didn’t care. You were making him feel good and yourself too. Your hand was pumping him, your tongue swirling around him as quietly as you could, while your other hand found its place between your thighs. 

In the middle of Emma’s speech, Tom’s eyes drifted down and widened, his breath getting caught in his throat when he noticed your other hand, moving between your legs. He stuttered out an excuse, unable to tear his eyes away from you for a moment, “Uh, Emma I’m so sorry––I just have so much work to do, but feel free to come back––” he paused to swallow when you sucked harder around him in reaction to his invitation. “Come back next week if you have any problems or anything else you’d like to discuss.”

She hesitantly but respectfully said goodbye and was on her way, closing the door behind her.

Tom’s hands immediately shot down to hold your head, his mouth dropped open as he watched you, approaching his high. “Shit, that’s it darling that’s it. So fucking good for me.”

“I’m gonna cum––” he warned. You simply hummed around him and sped up your movements, feeling yourself clench as he panted, his hips bucking slightly as he came into your mouth. You unfortunately weren’t able to cum but you were sure there’d be other chances. You popped off of him and swallowed his load before licking up his length teasingly slow. “Fuck, such a good girl.”

He pulled his chair out and brought you up to stand between his legs, tiling his head to look up at you, his hands rubbing up and down the backs of your thighs absentmindedly. “Was someone a little jealous?”

You shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but failing to fix your annoyed facial expression. “Maybe.”

He tucked himself back into his pants and stood up, chuckling as he squeezed your cheek. “I’m yours.” He pecked your lips, before looking in your eyes, “And I’m most definitely repaying the favor when we get home. I mean––if you want to, of course.” Home. 

You couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah––Okay.” 

You’d never been to Tom’s house before so this felt like sort of a big deal to you, but you were going to try and calm your racing thoughts and heart. You and Tom agreed that you would go around the corner of the building for him to pick you up in his car, not wanting to risk anyone seeing you.

As soon as you were settled in, seatbelt on, Tom drove off and honestly the thrill of having to hide was exciting to the both of you. His hand was gripping your thigh throughout the whole drive and you could tell it was meant as a reminder that he was there for you, but also that he could barely contain himself. 

Seeing Tom drive you, the flashing street lights illuminating his face, highlighting his jawline, his hand gripping your thigh––this was a sight you knew you wanted to see more. The intimacy of it all made you warm inside and the feeling of Tom’s fingertips digging into your skin only riled you up further.

You leaned over to kiss his cheek and he smiled at the feeling of your soft lips drifting over his skin. “Darling––” His words were cut off by a harsh moan when you trailed your lips down to his sweet spot, the noise almost too loud for the quiet, tense air in the car.

You teased, licked and bit at his skin, not afraid to leave marks. It was Friday now, if anyone saw them on Monday, they would just assume he’d had an eventful weekend. Honestly, the thought that no one would know that you were the one who left those marks excited you––it would be a secret between you and Tom, a thing for the two of you to share on your own.

Tom’s hands were now gripping the wheel and your thigh with force, trying to get his bearings. “You’re being very naughty today, love. Can’t say that I don’t love it though.”

You smiled sinfully into his neck, continuing your actions. Your hand slid over his thigh teasingly slow to rest on his bulge, fingers squeezing ever so softly and he practically jolted in his seat. “Christ––love unless you want me to crash this car I suggest you stop.”

You pulled away, satisfied with how much you’d riled him up. He almost whined at the loss of contact, subconsciously upset that you’d actually stopped. But as your hand reached back down to find its place between your thighs, his tone shifted. 

“Don’t you dare touch what’s mine. That’s my job.”

You actually felt a shiver pass through your body and you squeezed your thighs together at the sound of his dominant voice, excited for what was to come.

When you made it to his apartment, you barely had time to take in the scenery and take off your shoes and jackets before he dragged you to his room. But from what you saw, the decor was simple but elegant, much like Tom. His bedroom was the same, but again, you weren’t too focused on it.

He turned on the dim light in his room, wanting to be able to see you as he pleased you. He stepped closer to you and placed his hands on your waist, looking deep into your eyes. “You still want this?” 

You nodded absolutely certain. “Want you to take me.”

His pupils dilated and he pulled your shirt up and over your head, licking his lips, eyes widening when he noticed what you were wearing and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Christ, were you wearing this all day?” 

You nodded again. “The underwear’s matching too. Wanna see?”

He got down on his knees, a teasing but desperate tone to his voice. “You’re a smart girl, don’t ask stupid questions.” He unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your socks, mouth dropping open as he got to see the full set. 

You ran your hands up and down your body teasingly as he stood up. “Do you like it?”

He shook his head, smiling in disbelief, “Again with the silly questions, love.” He leaned in to kiss you, pulling away to take off his clothes. “You look like a goddess, darling.” You could feel your skin heating up from his words and his stare. He pulled you in for another kiss before bringing you onto the bed.

You lied down in the middle and spread your legs, waiting for him eagerly as he lied down between them. “Can’t fucking wait to taste you, love.” 

He pulled your panties over to the side and licked into you, his tongue softly swiping through your folds. His eyes rolled back as he moaned into you, “Taste just as perfect as you look.” He slid his hands around your thighs and pulled you in closer, smiling at the small squeak you let out.

His tongue was exploring you, finding all the spots and all the tricks that made your toes curl and your breath hitch. He was keeping this all to memory, memorizing the way you feel, the way you look. When your breaths quickened and your fingers tugged at his curls, he locked his arm around your stomach, slid one, then two fingers inside of you and sped up his movements, moving his head from side to side as he hummed onto your clit. 

Your body tensed and you held onto him for dear life as the knot in your stomach gave out, the pleasure spreading all throughout your body. Your mouth dropped open in ecstasy, your neck craning back and Tom couldn’t look away from you. You looked like a painting and he wanted to commit it to memory. 

He let go of you and kissed his way up your body, soothing you with his lips. Your legs were still twitching slightly, your stomach clenching and unclenching when his kisses reached your cheek. “Look so pretty when you come for me.” He kissed along your jaw, “Can’t believe you’ve deprived me of such a beautiful sight for so long.” He kissed your lips and tugged your bottom one between his teeth, before looking at you, eyes wide, “You gonna give me the privilege of seeing it again?” 

You smiled, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks. “You can see it whenever you want. As long as you’re the one making it happen.” You pulled him to you and kissed him, the both of you moaning into the small gaps between your mouths. 

He started to pull away but you whined and pulled him back making him smile. “I’ve gotta get a condom, love.”

He tried to get up again but you pulled him back down, “M’on the pill Tommy.” You looked up at him, pouting and he almost gasped––the effect you had on him was insane. “Just fuck me please.”

He didn’t need anymore convincing, grabbing a hold of his cock and swiping it through your folds, groaning out loud at how good your wetness felt. You bucked your hips and realizing you were getting desperate, he finally slid into you and all your senses immediately tuned into him. 

Just like your dream––All of your senses were in overdrive. All you could feel were the hands tracing every curve of your body, playing you like a toy they’d made themselves. All you could hear was that sweet, rough voice telling you praises and calling you endearing names as your whole body shivered from the pleasure. 

His eyes were watching your face, taking you in as he thrusted into you, making sure you were enjoying everything he was giving you. You felt absolutely amazing and so did he. “So perfect for me, darling. That’s it.” He bit his lip and sped up, making your jaw drop as you stared into his eyes, completely open and vulnerable to him. His touch was tantalizing, even better than your fantasies which only meant you’d become more addicted to him and what he could do to you.

He grunted, angling his hips when he found your spot, hitting it over and over, bringing his hand down to play with your clit. “Told you I wanted to see you cum again, pretty girl. So you’re gonna cum then I’m gonna fill you up. That sound okay?”

You nodded eagerly, eyes watching his every move as your hands gripped his arms, your thighs burning invitingly as they stretched around him with every thrust. Then you uttered that one word that always had him almost inappropriately weak for you. “Want to be full of you, professor.”

His jaw slacked and he paused for a slight moment before picking up his pace, faster than before, hips chasing after both your highs, fingers still rubbing you just the way he learned, just the way you liked. “Fuck-–”

A few more thrusts and flicks of his wrist and you were tensing under him, your pussy clenching around him as he let out broken curses and moans, losing his rhythm and releasing into you with a groan. 

He rested some of his weight on you for a moment, the both of you smiling and laughing breathlessly as you took in the moment. Your hands came up to play with his curls and he sighed, leaning into your touch. He lowered his head into the crook of your neck and left a few soft kisses, coaxing some sighs from you as well.  

After a moment, he rolled over and took you with him, making you nuzzle further into him, his arm wrapped around you, your leg slung over his waist. His hand was rubbing up to your ass and down to your thigh, lulling you to sleep while simultaneously riling you up again. 

He kissed your forehead and you kissed his chest in response. “That was fucking amazing, love.”

You nodded and hummed in agreement, “Even better than my dreams.”

He pulled back to look at you, you could hear his heartbeat quicken and you tried to hide your face in his chest. “You had dreams about this too?”

That made you lift your head up to look at him. You could see in his eyes that he wasn’t joking but you were still slightly shocked. “Too?”

He smiled, licking his lips, “Well maybe we should discuss them, and try them out for ourselves.” His hand found its way between your legs again, making you moan but that didn’t stop you from responding.

You nodded, “For research purposes, of course.”

“Of course.” He grinned, “See, I knew I taught you well.” He leaned in to kiss you deeply, “My girl’s the perfect student.” 

You spent hours exploring each other's bodies as you reenacted your dreams, both exceeding each other's expectations every time. By the time you fell asleep in each other's arms, it was late at night and you were sweaty, and tired, but overwhelmingly pleased.

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The next Friday, it was halloween. Liz had somehow convinced you to go to a halloween party with her. On top of that it was a frat party. And even worse, you dressed up as a school girl because it was all last minute and you didn’t have any time to get a costume. 

“Oh come on Y/N, you look hot!”

You turned in the full length mirror to look at your ass that was almost visible in this mini skirt. “You think so?”

“Duh.”

And that’s all the convincing you needed to go out. You needed a little college fun. You hadn’t been to a party in who knows how long because you were always focusing on your work. You deserved this. Also Liz said it was a celebration of your “lay”, yes, she said lay. 

“I’m just saying you cannot let me get with him again.”

“Liz it’s literally his frat house that we’re going to and we both know you have little to no self control.”

“Well damn. You couldn’t have sugar coated it?”

“What, you want me to throw a packet of splenda on you?” You joked.

She shoved you, “Dude shut up,” she laughed.

You looked down at your bare thighs that were only partly covered by your thigh high socks and rubbed your arms, regretting not bringing a jacket when Liz spoke up again. “Oh shit, is that Professor Holland?”

Your eyes shot up and made direct eye contact with him. He was wearing a hoodie and some sweats but he still looked great as usual. His eyes trailed down your body and soon your shivers were no longer because of the cold. 

“I’ll just wait here.” Liz said suggestively and you walked over to Tom. 

“H–Hi.”

He put his hands in his pockets to stop himself from reaching out to touch you, he didn’t know who was around. “Well hello to you too.” He looked into your eyes, a smirk on his face. You rubbed your arms quickly for warmth, and Tom had to control himself to not look at your chest, even though he could see your nipples hardening from the weather through your shirt. He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms and take you home. 

“Any plans?” You asked.

“No, I'm just about to go home. I’m uh guessing you have somewhere to be?” His eyes traced your figure again.

“Yeah um me and Liz are going to a frat party.” You pointed back to your friend and gave him a small smile and shrug. “She convinced me.”

He wanted to kiss you so bad but he had to restrain himself.

“Be safe tonight, yeah?” His eyes were comforting, as they always were, but this felt almost more personal? Almost like he didn’t want you to go. And honestly, after seeing him, you almost didn’t want to either. You never defined your relationship with him, so honestly right now he was like a friend with benefits––professor with benefits, if you will. 

You nodded, licking your lips nervously. “O––Okay. I will. You be safe too!”

His eyes followed you as you walked off, your friend pulling you along, obviously whispering to you, probably about him. You looked so fucking good and everyone else was going to see that too. It’s not like he owned you or anything, but part of him really wished he could claim you, openly care for you and be affectionate. His thoughts were a mix of wholesome and raunchy and he had no idea how to act.

He almost felt wrong but he couldn’t get the thoughts out of his mind, the way you looked up at him sheepishly, the innocent look in your eyes while you were wearing that mini skirt. His cock was bulging in his boxers ever since he first laid eyes on you. When he got home, he made his way to his bed, undressing almost immediately. Lying down in the middle of the bed, just where you were days before brought a flood of memories into his mind, only making his member throb even more. He tugged at his cock, spitting in his hand to make it slick.

Images of you were flashing in his mind as he sped up his movements, desperate for a release. 

He was dying to get a taste of you again. The memory of the way you felt under his fingertips, the way your muscles clenched when he hit the right spots. The way you tasted when you were dripping onto his tongue. The way you looked at him when you came, your lips parted to release broken moans and whimpers. The way your fingers gripped his curls as your body tensed. It was all enough to make him spill over his hand, his breaths coming out in quick pants as his head dropped back onto the pillow.

“Fuck.” He really had it bad for you. 

❊❊❊❊

Tom had texted you during class on Tuesday to meet him in his office when you were done with classes for the day. When you stepped into the room, he locked the door immediately, bringing you over to his desk, his lips chasing yours. Screw worrying about people hearing you, he wanted you. Now. 

“God, just seeing you in that tight little costume––you have no idea how badly I wanted to ravish you. The thought of all those dumb frat boys seeing you in all your glory like that––I was absolutely beside myself.” So that’s what this was about. His hand came up to hold your cheek, his eyes fiercely staring into yours and you nuzzled into his touch, your hand holding his wrist softly and his eyes softened at the sight of you.

“I’m gonna absolutely devour you.” You gasped and he smiled, pulling your pants along with panties down. He sat you down on his desk and got down on his knees, licking his lips. “As soon as I got a taste of you, I knew I wouldn’t be able to go without it ever again.” He kissed your thigh, looking up at you. “You gonna let me have a taste again? Wanna make you feel good, lovie.”

You nodded, swallowing roughly, “Y––Yeah. Yes please.”

He chuckled breathlessly, “Such a polite little thing you are.” He kissed his way from your inner thigh to your center before licking a torturously slow stripe from your hole to your clit. You let out a sigh and gripped the desk, your fingertips becoming lighter at how hard you were already holding it.

His hands held your thighs open, putting them over his shoulders, holding you in place. His tongue was languidly licking you up and down, savoring your taste and your moans, coaxing them out of you one by one, nonstop. He looked up at you and your breath got caught in your throat, the look in his eyes fierce, almost as if he could see your bare soul and he clearly liked what he saw. He brought his lips to close around your heat after every other swipe of his tongue, passionately kissing your heat. 

“So fucking good, angel. Always the best for me.”

You nodded, licking your lips, one of your hands coming to grab at his curls, making him growl into you. “Only for you, Tommy.”

He didn’t stop his tongue or his lips until you came, your back arching, fingers frantically grabbing for whatever you could hold, lip trapped between your teeth to muffle the moans that so desperately wanted to escape into the quiet air of the room. He kept going until you had to pull his head away from you, overwhelmed by all the pleasure and scared that you would scream and alert everyone in the building about what you were up to.

His hands were caressing your thighs, eyes looking at you in awe, almost too innocently for what you’d just done. He stood up between your legs and leaned in to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue and his lips. 

He pulled away to look at you, hands holding your hips as your legs wrapped around his waist. You brought your arms up to link around his neck, looking up at him appreciatively and absolutely spent. “So do you think I should wear school girl outfits more often?”

He laughed, his hands holding you tighter, “If you do, my head is never leaving between your thighs.”

You smiled cheekily, batting your lashes at him. “Promise?”

He’d never gotten down on his knees quicker in his life. Let’s just say it took you another hour before you left his office.

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Over the past few weeks it had become a routine for you to go over to Tom’s office to seemingly “work on your assignments and review,” so it wasn’t out of the ordinary for you to show up unannounced Friday afternoon. Without meaning to, though, it seemed you showed up a little too early, and ended up overhearing part of Tom and Harrison’s conversation. 

“I can tell Y/N means a lot to you, mate. Don’t lie.” Your heart dropped to your stomach as you skidded just in front of the door, about to turn the corner inside. You backed up and stayed pressed to the wall. Luckily no one really stopped by this side of the building at this time on a Friday, so no one would find you snooping around in the middle of the hallway. 

“No I just––”

No. He said no––Okay you weren’t going to freak out. This always happens in the movies, and then the main character runs away before hearing the most important part and they overreact. So you decided to just...wait it out. 

So you waited and waited. And the more the silence overwhelmed you, the louder it got. You could feel the tears starting to form in your eyes because you really thought your feelings were mutual. But just as you inched your foot backwards to walk away, he spoke up again, his voice quiet. 

“She means everything to me, man. I––It scares me, honestly. I just don’t want to mess it up.” 

This time the tears fully formed in your eyes, but for the absolute opposite reason. You smiled and wiped at your eyes, not even bothering to hide anymore as you turned the corner, surprising Tom, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance. Harrison turned around to see you and his gaze filled with concern as well. 

“Tom––” your voice was quiet but there was a smile on your face. 

“Darling––” He rushed over to you and grabbed your hands, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs to catch the few tears that escaped. “What’s wrong, are you alright?”

Your hands came up to hold his wrists as you looked into his eyes, “I heard you talking.” 

His face dropped in realization and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. 

Harrison cleared his throat and subtly made his way out, “You guys have some things to discuss.” He put a hand on your shoulder and you both smiled at each other appreciatively before he walked out, shutting the door behind him. 

Tom took your hands and brought you over to the couch. “I hope I didn’t scare you off, love.”

You shook your head immediately, even climbing in his lap to prove him wrong and he smiled gratefully. “No! It’s just that we never really talked, you know, about us.” He nodded and you took that as a sign to continue, enjoying the way his hands subconsciously slipped under your shirt to rub at your skin soothingly. “I like you Tom, obviously. But I like you a lot.” You linked your hands behind his neck. “I think I might be falling for you.”

His eyes started tearing up as well, as he smiled, “Yeah well, I think I’ve already fallen for you, darling.” 

You looked into his eyes and your smile brightened, “Okay maybe I lied––I’ve definitely already fallen for you as well.”

You both laughed lovingly, pulling each other in for a sweet kiss.“Look,” Tom started, licking his lips. “I don’t know what this means for our future, but all I know is I don’t plan on letting you go any time soon.” 

You kissed his lips softly, “Well I don’t plan on leaving any time soon either.” 

“Good.” He looked at you and you felt as though your soul was out and open for him to hold and love. “Cause you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Y/N and I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

You could feel your eyes tearing up again. This felt good. This felt like home.

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[lilyeholland]

Before It’s Too Late.

[Reggie Peters x Reader] PART ONE - PART TWO 

Summary: Y/N is Reggie’s complicated love interest from the 90′s and is trying to figure out where she stands with Reggie before him and his band make it big by playing at the Orpheum. *only semi based off of Stranger by Jeremy Shada -GO STREAM MAD LOVE!!!*

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Maybe like 1 swear word, and like anticipated angst???

A/N: It’s been a looooooonnngg time since I’ve written fanfic - I used to write for Tom Holland, Peter Parker and Harrison Osterfield lol but I think those days are way behind me. I miss writing so much, I decided to try it out with my new obsession; Julie and the Phantoms. Please like, reblog, and share with friends if you like it!!! 

As far as high school relationships go, your relationship with Reggie was as complicated and confusing as they get. He’s a natural flirt - a charmer, and a performer - so it never really surprised you that you never became official and exclusive, although it definitely that way at times. For instance, Reg would invite you to band practice just to watch them rehearse, telling the boys to “play their very best because Y/N’s coming and I don’t want her to think we suck”. And during said practice, he’d go extra hard with extra hair flips and bass riffs, the occasional wink making it across the room to you. 

And of course, you can’t forget that one time Reggie turned into a true cliché Romeo-type, throwing rocks at your window at 2am, begging you to sneak down with him and go somewhere. 

“Reginald Peters!” you whisper-shouted at him from your window on the top floor of your house. “Are you crazy?”

“Maybe a little bit,” he chuckled at his own comment. “Get dressed, I wanna take you somewhere.” He smirked at you and held his bottom lip between his teeth for a few moments as he watched you from your driveway. 

“Oh, you’re definitely insane,” you said softly as you rolled your eyes, earning another small laugh from Reggie. You stepped out of the window frame and back into your room to grab a pair of pants and a coat. “I’ll be down in a second.” You said before shutting your window and slowly, steadily creeping down the stairs of your house and through your front door. 

Reggie had waited patiently for you, tapping his foot and humming tunes of his own songs. His eyes lit up as soon as he met yours face to face at the same level. The first thing he did was hold out his hand for you to grab - how could you NOT be exclusive when he looked at you like that? 

He began to run down the street towards his dad’s parked pick-up truck (smart boy for not parking in front of your house). “Where are we going?” you asked as he helped you into the vehicle. No reply, just a sly little smirk and then you were off. 

You made it to your final destination where Reggie made you cover your eyes to surprise. “Keep your eyes closed!” he warned you as he parked the car again and got out to let you out on the passenger’s side.

“Reg, I know we’re at the beach. I can hear the waves.” You opened your eyes to find him beside you, looking up with puppy eyes. 

“Dang it,” the excited gleam left his eyes, but the puppy-effect remained. “You still don’t know what we’re doing!” It’s like his ears perked up as he said this. This boy really is comparable to a dog. 

It wasn’t like he had this big romantic gesture planned out, he just brought a beach blanket and a guitar. It turned out you didn’t really need the guitar, just the blanket to lay under the two of you as you looked up at the clear sky and star-gazed. As the early morning grew later, you had moved closer and closer to him, eventually resting your head on his chest and soaking up the syncopated breaths and heart beats of his. The warm fuzzy feeling that had already taken its place in your chest spread to your whole body as he kissed the top of your head and whispered, “thank you for coming here with me.”

“Of course,” you whispered back to him, being grateful that he couldn’t see your embarrassingly rosy cheeks. 

He took a deep breath before sitting up. “Did I tell you we’re playing the Orpheum in a couple weeks?” He was totally playing it cool, leaning back into his hands and staring off into the sea. 

“No!” you exclaimed and sat up on your knees even taller than him. “Reggie! That’s amazing! You’re literally gonna be legit rockstars!” You almost melted into a puddle at the way he smiled at you while you say this. 

“Right?! That’s exactly what I said!” he matched your energy with his excitement.

“Oh man, the Orpheum...!” you repeated, “I so wish I could come.”

“I’ll try and work something out,” he licked his lips, “I really want you to be there.”

It’s almost like his voice cracked while saying that last part, but you couldn’t be entirely sure. 

“I wanna be there, too.” Both of your voices had gotten quieter and your gaze had traveled down each other’s faces a couple inches to find each other’s lips. 

You leaned into each other fast, but slowed down as soon as you felt his breath on you. Sinking his behind your ear, he nudged your nose with his, signaling that he was ready to kiss when you were. Only centimeters away, a shout from the distance knocked you both to your feet. 

“Hey, you kids!! What are you doing out this late?! The beach is closed!! Go home!!” The figure the voice came from starting moving closer towards you. 

“Oh shit,” Reggie said under his breath through a laugh. “Go, go, go, go!” he grabbed the blanket and started dragging you by your hand towards his car. Moments of belly-aching laughter passed by before you knew the night was over.

Needless to say, even after moments like that, you and Reggie had never had “the talk” about where you stand with each other. After psychoanalyzing and overthinking the situation, you had come up with the conclusion that Reggie was just afraid of commitment. Growing up with parents who rushed into marriage just because they had gotten pregnant, he had become terribly afraid of moving too fast with someone ending up unhappy and fighting like they were. He didn’t want to end up like his parents, which is why he remained his same flirty, flamboyant self at school and with his friends. 

You had formulated a plan to tell him how you really felt about him - showing up to the show at the Orpheum early to meet him at the backstage doors, hand him a letter and a quick, yet meaningful kiss on the cheek and tell him you’ll be in there cheering him on the loudest. However, that plan kind of fell through as you found out getting tickets to an exclusive Hollywood concert hall was incredibly difficult and expensive. 

You didn’t give up, though. You and Reggie always found a way to each other no matter how hard the path was. To no surprise, you were able to say the things you wanted to say to him before it was too late...

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notorious: reboot — chapter one fire and smoke

How long do you think it will take for me to burn it all down?

type: series, alternate universe detail: mob!tom word count: 6.6k warnings: mature language and themes, nsfw themes series masterlist

There was something strange about New York. The window was open, and you couldn’t stop listening to what was happening in the streets below. It was the middle of the night, but you could still hear the honking of car horns, loud laughter, and a hustle and bustle that never seemed to quiet down. It was bright out, and you could see everything.  

You sat up in bed, looking over at the sleeping figure beside you. They were silent, still deep in slumber, not even moving so much as an inch while you fidgeted, not able to even close your eyes. You had sobered up quick tonight. You had a lot on your mind, and even couldn’t distract you. You tried.

You slid off the bed, heading into the bathroom. You sighed as you stared at your figure in the mirror. Your previously curled hair was in tangles, and your makeup had smeared. Your lipstick was a mess around your lips, and you were missing your eyelashes. You searched around the counter for some makeup remover, scrubbing at your face to rid yourself of all the streaks and pigments of faded color. When you finally finished washing your face, you brushed your hair out and put it up. Then you retreated into the bedroom and began to retrieve your clothes.

You slid your panties back on, picking up the matching bra and fitting it back on. You searched for your dress, but you couldn’t find it in the dark. You dug around in the piles of clothes around the room.  

“It’s in the living room,” a soft voice said behind you. You stood up straight, looking behind you.

“Right,” you said, rubbing your forehead. “Thanks, Ri.”

You padded into the living room, picking up your dress that had been tossed over the back of the couch. You slipped it on, zipping it up behind you, finding your heels thrown in a heap in the kitchen. You held them as you came back into the bedroom to get your purse.

Mariposa was sitting up now, holding the sheets up around herself, watching you gather your things up. She blew air into her face, the curl in her eyes moving to the side. Her dark, voluminous curls were a mess around her, coming undone from the low bun she had it in earlier. Her makeup was still intact somehow, you could tell from the soft light that was trickling in from the bathroom.  

“You’re leaving?” She asked timidly, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice. You bent your knee to put one heel on, and then you put the other on. You nodded, like it was obvious.

“Yeah, Ri. I’m leaving,” you said, pulling out your phone. You had a few missed calls from your father. You clenched your jaw for a moment. You would take care of it in the morning. You rounded the bed to get your jacket off the floor, putting it on. You turned to look at her, and she was playing with a thread that was loose along the seam of the duvet. You came towards her and took a seat beside her, nudging her with your shoulder.

“It’s been a long time,” you said, straightening out your necklace that was tangled around your neck. She looked up finally from her hands, and you could see her green eyes from up close.  

“It’s been years, pendeja,” Mariposa replied, shaking her head. “A long time is a few months maybe. You’ve been gone for years.”

You looked out the window, away from her. She was right, and you couldn’t blame her for being upset with you. You had left so suddenly a few years ago, and you left her, to be more specific. You both had been joined at the hip, but then your mother was gone, and you went back to California with not even so much as a goodbye.  

You were eighteen when you came to New York for the first time. Your father was sick of you being so rebellious. Once you turned sixteen, you were convinced you had to work for your father. You butted into his business whenever you could, becoming a nuisance to him and making him constantly angry with you, but you never let up. Your mother thought of it humorously, but your father couldn’t think of anything more infuriating than you not doing as you were told. You were putting listening devices into his offices, you were bribing his men to give you information, and you were doing reckless things with everything you learned.

Your father had had enough. You knew he had because he asked your mother for help, and he never asked her for anything. She gave in, but only to make him less angry. She didn’t give up on you. Instead, she sent you to New York City.

Your mother grew up in the city. She had connections far and wide, and it was one of the reasons your father found her so attractive, you thought. She was an asset to him, whether he wanted to admit it or not, and he needed her more than she needed him.  

She had called someone very important to take care of you while you were there. A family friend she made when she was young, someone she recruited to your father’s business early on. His name was Roberto Muñoz, and he was the only man your father trusted at a distance. And when you arrived in the city, you met his only daughter, a tan, curly-haired Cuban beauty named Mariposa. She was there to pick you up from the airport, and from that day on, you both were inseparable. She had become your best friend in as little as a few days. You clicked on so many levels, it was the most natural relationship you ever made.

She had grown up just like you had. Her father trying to hide his business from her, but accidentally catching on. She had trained from a young age to be resourceful, resilient, educated, and quite literally the bad bitch you were aspiring to be. She always wore dresses with a thigh holster underneath so she could keep a gun on her always, and you adored her style, her accent, and the energy she spilled off onto you.

The only difference between the two of you was that it was not her mother that encouraged her to follow in her father’s footsteps. Her father wanted it. He was the one that pushed her to learn all she could, to sit in on his meetings, to learn from him so she could be just as good, even better, than him. It was something you were always a bit jealous of.

She always looked incredible. She always had her hair done, her nails done, her makeup glowing and perfectly applied on her sultry, cat-like features. She wore golden hoops that her father had gifted her at all times, and she was always done up with jewelry, beautiful dresses, and expensive shoes. She looked expensive because she was expensive, and she was the Latin princess of the city every single day. But you learned quickly to not let her fashionable, impeccable looks fool you. She could take down men twice her size, and she was the best shot you had met in a long time. She even gave you a few tips, because she reminded you always that as women in this world, “there is nothing worse than being less than...them.”

You couldn’t describe your relationship with Mariposa in one word. She was like your sister that you never knew you needed, but sometimes, the nights ended like they had tonight, where you both laid on either side of a king-sized bed with smiles on your faces. Maybe it was selfish, because you didn’t have feelings for her, but you couldn’t help yourself sometimes.

Scratch that. It was selfish. But she knew how you felt. So it was okay, wasn’t it?

A blaring horn outside made your eyes snap towards the window, and you swallowed hard.

“Ri, I’m sorry,” you said finally. Mariposa’s anger faded at that, because it was all she wanted to hear, all she needed to hear. She had missed you like crazy. You always went out together, broke the rules together, did each other’s hair and roamed the city together. You worked together, and you were always in sync. You owed her a lot, and she knew it, but she loved you, and she’d do you a favor always even if you owed her a thousand more favors.

She sighed audibly, brushing her curls back behind her ears.

“Why are you here?” She asked. “What made you come back?”

You turned to face her again, biting your lip.

“Do you...have you heard of a Tom Holland?” You asked, and Mariposa wanted to ask if you thought she was stupid. She scoffed a bit, rolling her eyes.

“Of course I know who that is,” she said simply, resting her chin on your shoulder. “He took over about a year after you left. Came all the way from London.”

“London?” You repeated, frowning, and she nodded.

“That’s where his home base was, but I guess it wasn’t enough. So he’s here, running things in New York now,” she looked down a bit. “He’s...ruthless, y/n. You know the city. There’s always been gangs and...groups, but he wiped them all out. Whoever refused his authority he killed and those that begged to stay alive he got rid of, too. We’ve been alright cause we stay out of the city, but now that he’s got Manhattan under his thumb, I think...I think he’s starting venture out.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “He must be,” you say. “We’re starting to lose small amounts on shipments coming back from Brooklyn. I called De Luca, and he said he didn’t want to do anything about it because he couldn’t be sure if it was Holland. But after everything I've learned so far, I’m starting to think that maybe it is him, and that we’ve got a bigger problem than I thought.”

Mariposa chewed on her bottom lip as she thought.

“Well,” she said after a minute. “You know if you need me, I’m all in.”

You turned back to her, leaning your head on top of hers.

“I think I’ll be alright. But I’ll keep that in mind,” you assured her, closing your eyes. The more you found out about Tom, the more you were convinced you were in over your head. A few lackeys spilling information would be easy to take care of. A man with his foot in two continents and as much power as you anticipated was not. You didn’t know what you were going to tell your father, but you thought about what he might say. “My dad is going to make me come back. He’s going to make me come home when he finds out what I’m dealing with.”

Mariposa shrugged. “Just say no,” she told you. “Refuse to get on a plane until he trusts you with this. It’s about time, y/n. He can’t take care of LA and New York at the same time. He needs you, and he needs you here.”  

You pursed your lips. She got up from the bed, picking through her closet for a tank top and sweats, slipping them on. She combed through her curls until they were even and bouncy, and she emerged from the bathroom a few minutes later with her makeup and jewelry off, her freckles showing now.  

“I know...where Tom is going to be tomorrow,” she said after a minute. You looked up from your phone.  

“What? What do you mean?”

She reached into her closet, pulling out another pair of sweats and a shirt. She tossed it to you, and you gave in, changing into the comfortable clothes and tossing your dress and heels to the side. Now that you had made up with her, there was no reason to leave.  

“I’ve been keeping tabs on him. My dad always wants me to just...check up on him every once in a while,” she said simply. You both got into bed, snuggling under the covers like you used to when you were younger. “He’s going to be at 1 Oak tomorrow.”

You hummed a bit, closing your eyes.

“Then I guess we’re going to be there, too.”

“Tom Holland,” your father muttered, and you wished you could see his face. You were sitting in your apartment, staring out at Central Park from your balcony as he thought.  

“You know of him?”

“Of course I do,” your father replied, as if insulted by the question. You played with your nails, which were painted a fresh coat of dark red because Mariposa refused to let you go any longer without a manicure. “He’s a nuisance. I heard he moved his operations to New York, but I didn’t think he’d fucking dare go across the bridges.”

“Well...I know where he’s going to be tonight,” you informed him, going back into your apartment and pacing slowly in the living room. “And I’m going.”

“y/n, I asked you to get names. I will take care of the rest. Come home. Now.”

“No, daddy,” you said defiantly. “You need to stay there. If you come now, people will know, and with things shaking up here in the city, you need to stay home more than ever. Let me do this.”

“y/n,” his voice was sharp. “Listen to me, very carefully. I don’t have the resources there that I have here. My men are in Brooklyn, which apparently went to shit, and I can’t protect you from here. So get to the airport and get on the next fucking plane back here.”

You looked out the windows as he said that. You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m not going back yet,” you said again, softer this time. “Dad, you won’t even give me a chance. This isn’t like before.”

“It’s exactly like before—!”

“It’s not! Because now, I don’t need to beg for your attention for you to listen to me!” You snapped. “So listen now, and listen well! You look really vulnerable right now. Your shipments from Italy are all screwed up, the money isn’t moving around the way it’s supposed to, and people are starting to notice. You need to stay home and make sure things are running smoothly while I take care of the little problem we have here in New York. I know you, daddy, and I know how you want things here. Let me get things sorted, and it’ll all be fine again.”

“And how the hell are you going to do that?” He asked after a few moments of dead silence.

“He’s a man,” you said simply. “All men are the same.”

“You’re going to sleep with him,” your father scoffed. “Absolutely not, y/n. He’d kill you before you even walked through the fucking door. You get on a plane, and you come home now!”

His voice sounded...exasperated. Desperate almost. Was he...afraid? You had never heard him afraid. Your father was always calm and collected. He got angry, of course he did, but he never sounded afraid or worried.

“I’m not going to sleep with him,” you assured him after a moment.

“y/n...you are not...” He sighed, deeply, “I know...I know things haven’t always been good between us. But you are still my daughter, and you’re not a whore to be passed around. My men will fix things.”

“Your men will ruin it, daddy,” you said firmly. “Your men will barge into the place, guns a blazing, and they’ll start something they can’t finish. You don’t need that kind of baggage right now, and you certainly don’t have enough resources in this city to take risks like that. He won’t expect me. And he will listen to me talk.” You closed your eyes as you continued, “I’m…just a girl. He’ll listen. Maybe not well, but he’ll listen, and then we’ll decide what to do.”

Your father was silent for a long time. You took a seat on the couch, staring at the coffee on the table in front of you, watching the steam rise from inside of it. You had barely taken a few sips.  

“De Luca is there, at my warehouse in Queens. I will send him your way, with a few lackeys. You allow them to go with you, and I will approve,” he said finally, darkly.

“Dad—”

“This isn’t negotiable, y/n. You’re my only daughter.”

The door sounded from your bedroom, opening and closing. Mariposa came out of it, dressed for tonight. She was wearing a deep red dress and knee-high boots to match, her curls voluminous and shiny framing her seemingly sweet face. She wore her gold hoops and nothing else, a leather jacket draped over her bare shoulders. She looked wonderful. She was looking at you hopefully, and you nodded her way.

You said your goodbyes to your father, tossing the phone onto the couch.  

“What happened?” Mariposa asked, and she sat down beside you. You turned to face her.

“Think you could give me a hand?” You asked, holding up a few of your messy strands of hair. You had never seen Mariposa smile so big in a long time.

You had never worn a thigh holster before. It was tight around your thigh so it wouldn’t budge or slip, and your gun was pressed between your thighs because of the tight fabric of the dress. You did feel a bit less nervous knowing you had it on you. You were comfortable with it, and you always liked fighting at a distance than up close.

You were sandwiched between Mariposa and De Luca in the back of the car. The leather seats were suffocating almost, and it seemed warm in the car. De Luca was younger than you expected. He had dark hair and tanned skin, his fingers adorned with golden and silver rings. He had a cross necklace on over his collared shirt, and his accent was so heavy and dark. He seemed sort of sweet on the phone, but he looked anything but kind in person.  

You were let out of the car a little ways down the street, and you could already see crowds lined up, waiting to get in. It seemed as if the doorman wasn’t even asking people to come in, and the crowd was just waiting to see if they got lucky.  

You were nervous. Not because of the club or of the dancing or of stupid drunk people, but because you had no idea what would be waiting for you inside. De Luca nodded his head for the driver to wait, always, in the spot it was parked in. He guided you and Mariposa out of the car, walking with you both to the entrance. Mariposa linked her arms into yours as you got to the front, and the doorman looked down at the both of you.

You were nervous you would be turned away for a moment, but then the doorman broke into a soft smile, looking down at Mariposa.

“Hola, muñeca,” he greeted her, and she batted her lashes his way. She leaned up even more on her toes so she could kiss his cheek, and he wrapped his free arm around her, holding her close for a moment. You noticed how tender the moment was, and you shook your head a bit. Mariposa had that effect on others. They melted for her, even though she was the devil in disguise.

“Buenas noches, Miguel,” she said gently, pulling back. “Any chance I can get in tonight? You know I’m good for it.”

He paused for a moment, his smile fading. “I...” He sighed, “I’m sorry, princesa. It’s a private night tonight, I-I can’t let anyone in.”

Mariposa pouted a bit, sliding a hand down his chest.

“Not even for me?” She cooed, tilting her head to the side. “Miguel, no me trates de esa manera, it’s me—”

“Miguel,” a hard voice said from inside. A hand poked out from the darkness, beckoning to you and Mariposa. “Let the girls through.”

Mariposa kissed his cheek once more before going inside, your hand in hers. De Luca tried to follow, but they blocked him from coming inside.

“It’s alright,” you said to him. “Just wait for me here.”

He looked extremely worried, opening his mouth to protest, but you dipped your head and followed Mariposa into the building.

The whole room was washed in a purple neon glow. Mariposa still held your hand as you both looked around. The bar was full, and the dancefloor was full, but you could tell there was something different about the scene tonight.

Lining the walls in the dark were numerous suited men, just leaning against the walls and watching. Some wore sunglasses and some did not, and some had cigarettes in their mouths and were surrounded by low clouds of smoke. The music was loud, ringing in your ears, and you were having a hard time differentiating your surroundings. Your eyes were darting to every corner and every table, searching for him. You didn’t know what he looked like, but you knew you’d know who he was once you saw him.  

It didn’t matter where they came from, you always knew a boss when you saw one. They always wore jewelry, some sort of symbol on them. Some of them preferred rings, some preferred watches or bracelets, and some preferred necklaces and crosses. Your father wore his watch, you had relatives that religiously wore chains, and others enjoyed Cuban link bracelets laced with diamonds.  

They always were surrounded by crowds. They never liked to be alone when they were out. Some had their reasons, but most of those reasons were for protection. The more you had surrounding you, the less likely you were the one to be hit.  

They liked liquor. They stayed near the bars, hid out in the clubs, and they always had a glass in their vicinity. They were easy to spot. But the music was too loud, the lights were so low, and Mariposa was taking you to the bar anyways, asking for seltzers in nice glasses. She didn’t want either of you to be drunk tonight, and you were grateful for that.

You and Mariposa sipped at the bar for a bit. After an hour or so of shrugging off guys and declining dances, you both took a lap around the place, trying to look for wherever he might be. You disguised yourselves in the sea of dancing bodies, and by the time you came back to each other, you both noticed the long hallway that the bathrooms and employee lounges were located in. There were men hanging around the end of the hallway, and you spotted one man in particular that you knew was authority. He wasn’t a boss, because he had his cell phone out, and he was talking to people around him, but you knew he was responsible for those around him. His hands were adorned in diamond and gold rings, already telling you more than you needed.

“There,” you both whispered to each other at the same time. You noticed the lackeys filtering in and out of the spot, but the blonde stayed, always, in front of the last door of the hallway. He didn’t budge, never moved, and you both could see that he wasn’t going anywhere. Tom Holland was behind that door, and you just needed one chance to get in.  

“Ri, I’m going to need you to...do something for me,” you said in her ear, and she looked at you, nodding.

“Whatever you need, y/n. You know I’m all in.”

“Distract him,” you nodded down the hallway, and she already knew which one you meant. She had her eyes on him long before you did. “You don’t have to—”

“I’ve got it, y/n,” she reached her hands into her hair, ruffling it up, and she pushed a strap of her dress off her shoulder, going towards the hallway. Once she neared the space, you noticed her knees buckle and her wobbling a bit, as if she couldn’t walk right. You laughed a bit to yourself. She was adorable, pretending to be drunk. She was good at it, too.

She held the walls as she neared them, giggling a bit, bubbly and bouncy even as she pretended to stumble.

“Do any of you boys...know where I could find—” she hiccupped loudly, “the bathroom?”

They all went silent, turning to face her, and they murmured amongst each other before she slipped and fell towards them. She was bracing herself for the embarrassing and very staged fall before two strong arms caught her, lifting her up firmly.

“Fucking hell, darling,” the voice muttered, and Mariposa giggled at that. “You’re bloody wasted, aren’t ya?”

“Oopsies, don’t tell,” she whispered in his ear, and it made him snort just a bit. She let her arms come around his neck, pulling him closer, and she took in a deep breath, smelling his cologne faintly. It was warm and musky, somehow familiar and new all at once. She dragged herself closer to him on unsteady toes, and the men behind him chuckled.

“Oh, Harrison, she’s asking for it.”

“Look at her.”

“She’s gone, mate.”

They were laughing to themselves, and Mariposa any other day would’ve knocked them all on their asses, but she was doing this for you. So she leaned into the body that held her up.

“Harrison, is it?” She cooed in his ear, hiccuping again, and he hums a bit.  

“Careful with that name,” he said lowly, and she sniffled.

“I—I think I’m going to throw up,” she gasped, and Harrison reacted quick, picking her up and pushing open the bathroom door. With the boys distracted, you hurried into the hallway, reaching the crowd of them and beelining for the guns at their waist. You grabbed the first one you could, slamming him into the opposite wall and fishing his gun out of the waistband of his pants, putting him in a headlock and holding the gun up to his head.

“The door,��� you nodded to the one they were all standing in front of, speechless as they gawked at how quickly they were taken over. “Open it.”

One of them reached behind them, and you cocked the gun against the man’s head, “move for that, and I’ll blow his goddamn head off. Open the fucking door.”

Your voice was venom, and all of them cowered at it. You had used this tone before, you were not a stranger to giving orders, and it revealed enough that they knew you wouldn’t hesitate with the gun in your hands.  

They went slowly now, reaching for the door, and pushing it open wide. The door knocked against the wall behind it, and you let the man go, taking the magazine out of his gun and tossing it behind you as you went for the door. They grabbed for you almost immediately, their hands on your arms roughly. Two of them grabbed one arm, another latched onto your other arm, and they nearly had you against the wall before you heard a low voice come from inside the darkly lit room.  

“Aye. Let her in, lads.”

You shoved them off of you, glaring at them all before going inside, kicking the door shut behind you. He was sitting on top of his desk, staring at you intently. He had a cigarette in the corner of his mouth, and he was surprisingly calm.

The only thing that you could think of when you saw him was God, you are hot.

You took in his appearance finally, for the first time in person. He wore a dark ensemble. Dark suit, dark shirt, dark tie, Italian leather shoes. He was sitting, but his presence was still taking up the entirety of the room, and even though he wasn’t looking at you, you were surprised by how captivated you were. He had dark, styled curls and eyes to match, and he was making you nervous by how quiet he was.

You crossed your arms over your chest as he stood up straight. He met your eyes for the first time, and he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

Jesus, why can’t everyone look at me like this?

You were both sizing each other up, you could tell. His dark eyes seemed to get even darker, but they were unreadable, as was his blank expression. You knew this was how he expressed himself to everyone else. He didn’t want people to read him, to explore him, to get any hints about what he was feeling inside by how he acted on the outside. The way he sat, the way he looked, told you exactly what you needed to know about him. He was closed off, he never said more than he needed to, and he was just as good at reading other people as he was at hiding anything you wanted to know.

It’s okay, you thought to yourself. I’ve got all the time in the world to pick you apart.

He let out a breath of smoke, looking you up and down finally. The dress you wore looked fantastic on you, but he knew it wasn’t your style. Even though you stood with confidence, you fidgeted every once in a while, and you seemed unsure of how to stand in it. He could read you well, and you didn’t like the way he stared now.  

“y/n,” he said your name finally, meeting your eyes. You stood up a bit straighter, shifting onto your other leg. You licked your lips before finally gaining enough courage to speak.

“Your men aren’t very nice,” you said lowly, and it coaxed just a slight smirk from him.

“You know how it is,” he said, the smile fading completely. He said nothing more, just putting the cancer stick back to his lips, taking a long drag of it and letting it out. You looked around, making yourself comfortable as you went for the bar cart. You poured yourself a drink, swirling it a bit in the glass before taking a long sip. You turned back to face him, and he was already looking at you.

“So you know my name,” you observed, coming closer to him. You took in a seat in the chair in front of him, crossing your legs, holding the glass at your fingertips. “You know who I am.”

He nodded simply, tapping off a bit of ash into the tray beside him.

“Aye,” he graced you with a word. “I know you. And I’ll be honest, princess, you being here complicates things.”

“Oh?” You tilted your head to the side. “Why’s that?”

He leaned back a bit, still sitting atop of his desk, and he narrowed his eyes at you.  

“Because you’re not from here, y/n. And you showed up here tonight, looking for me,” he nodded towards the door. “You knew I’d be here. You knew you’d find me. And you know exactly who I am, and yet you came in here with a gun on you, even though I could kill you right now. So the only question left to ask is...what did you expect to leave here with tonight?”

My life, was the first answer you could muster, but you knew he wouldn’t kill you. Not until he learned a little bit more. So at least you had your life for a few more minutes.  

You hated the way he looked at you. He had a sparkle in his eye, as if he knew the answer to his own question, as if he knew what you were about to say. His arrogance was disguised, but you could hear it in his voice. He was king here, and he was gracing you with his time. You had no power here, and he wanted you to know it, and it was why his staring was starting to make you feel small. You were no one here, and even the pet name of princess was an insult to you. You were not royalty, not in this room.

You both stood up straight at the same time, so close now that you could smell the smoke and ash on his lips. Your gazes met again, but neither of you moved. You didn’t want to be the one to move first, and neither did he. You could tell he was starting to get annoyed, that maybe you were wasting his time, but you didn’t care. You were starting to figure him out, and you wanted to stay as long as he would let you.

“I want answers,” you murmured, tilting your head to the other side, your neck soft and bare to him. He leaned close enough that he could smell a bit of your perfume. You could feel his breath, but he didn’t dare get any closer. You straightened up again. “You know I do things in Brooklyn, don’t you, Thomas?”

“Aye,” he said huskily, and you tsked a bit, slowly sucking in the power he was giving off. He didn’t expect it to rub off on you, but it was, and it was making his thoughts run wild with what to do with you.

“So the rumors aren’t true?” You wondered, looking up at him. “You haven’t been crossing the bridge, have you, Tom? No, of course not...because that would be naughty, wouldn’t it?”

Oh, you’re a demon with a mask on, aren’t you, baby…sent straight from hell…fire and smoke behind you, huh?

He said nothing. He didn’t like the tone coming off of your words. You were taunting him, edging him on, and he didn’t want to give in. You could feel what you were doing to him, so you didn’t stop.

“Good,” you said simply after a moment, but you knew it was a lie. It was obvious Tom had something to do with the missing cash in Brooklyn, but you’d bring that up later. You reached up finally, picking a piece of lint off his fine suit. You flicked it away. “Then you’ll help me.”

He glared a bit, as if it was offensive of you to ask him that. You reached up, playing with a loose curl that had fallen onto his forehead. He stiffened, but he didn’t move away. No one touched Tom Holland. Tom Holland could touch others, but others couldn’t touch Tom Holland. But he let you.

She must be from hell. Only those that have seen evil would think of asking Tom Holland for help.  

“You know, daddy didn’t like the idea of asking you for help,” you sighed, as if it saddened you. “But I thought maybe if I came and asked...maybe you’d reconsider.”

She’s good. Too good. How pretty would she look on that desk?

“And why would I do that?” He asked. He stared at you blankly, his voice flat as he continued, “are you his whore?”

You laughed, stepping even closer, your chest against his.  

“Oh, Tom...” You cooed a bit, “I’m not that desperate. I don’t need to lower my standards that much to get laid these days.”

The tension between the two of you was something you couldn’t describe. You both were breathing against each other’s skin, pressed so close. You wanted to touch him, and he wanted to touch you, but neither of you dared to move that far. There was fire between you, and you wanted more.  

Don’t give in. He’d use you, abuse you, and lose you. You’re better than that, baby.

Before either of you could move any further, the door burst open, and Harrison came through, his curls untamed and messy and his clothes disheveled. His tie had been forced out of place, and a button had been ripped off. He was panting, and then he glared at you, holding up his gun towards you, pointed at your head.

“Check her, Tom. She’s packing,” he growled. Tom leaned back away from you, sitting on his desk again, and he stubbed the cigarette out. He knew from the moment you walked into the building that you had a gun on you. But he also knew you weren’t that stupid.

“Oh, did you meet Ri? You look like you have,” you grinned, and Harrison cocked the gun, coming close enough to press the barrel to your forehead. Your smile faded a bit, and you glared angrily. “You really don’t want to do this.”

“Oh, I think I fucking do,” he laughed bitterly, and you moved quickly. You brought your hand up to push his arm off target, and he pulled the trigger. The bullet grazed your head and hit the wall behind you, and you kicked his knee in, grabbing the gun and popping the magazine out. You tossed the bullets before moving to hit him again, but Harrison was quick to recover. Just as he was about to grab you, Tom’s voice rang out.

“Harrison!” He snapped, and you both froze. “Stand down. Are you fucking mad?”

“She’s got a gun on her, I know it, and her and her bloody little minx are—”

“Enough,” Tom interrupted him. “My door was shut. That means I’m in a meeting. And you know I fucking hate interruptions, Harrison.”

The moment ended too quickly. You want more, don’t you, Tommy?

Harrison scoffed, looking between you and Tom, not believing what he was seeing. You pushed him away firmly, brushing yourself off, kicking his gun to the side. Up close, you thought a gun as a weapon was a coward’s choice.  

“Do I have to fucking repeat myself?” Tom shifted in his place, and Harrison stepped back.  

“Tom—”

“You know what I need,” you said finally, turning to look at Tom over your shoulder. “I’ve got a problem in Brooklyn, and I’d like your help. The reward’s good.”

Tom stared at you for a moment, and you reached to pick up your things, gathering your purse and jacket.

“I’ll be in touch then,” you shrugged, taking his silence as an answer. You hit Harrison’s shoulder as you left, shoving him aside, and Tom watched you the entire way, the sway in your step making his mouth water a bit. Harrison ran a hand through his messy curls, shaking his head.

“Tom, what the fuck is going on?”

Tom stood, reaching to pour himself another drink. He shook his head slightly, and the image of you was unable to leave his mind.

God, fuck, she’s dangerous. But doesn’t she look delicious?

“The little bird needs some help. And we’re going to give it to her.”

“Tom, a problem in Brooklyn? She wants help to...to what? Catch us?”

“Aye, but she doesn’t know that,” Tom took a long sip, smirking to himself. “And she’s here. The heiress to fucking everything, mate.”

“Everything?”

“That’s my answer,” Tom took a seat, leaning back, staring up at the ceiling. “I told you I wanted North America, and that’s how I’ll get it.”

“Tom, she’s a problem. You can’t just kill her, and you can’t kill her family. You’ll start a fucking war,” Harrison looked at him incredulously. He was convinced Tom had lost his mind. Tom had done a lot of stupid things in his life, but getting involved with established American mobster royalty had to be the stupidest idea he ever came up with.

“Not going to kill her,” Tom clicked his tongue, shaking his head. He closed his eyes as he thought.  

“Then...then what the fuck are you going to do?”

Tom chuckled, “’s pretty simple, mate. I’m going to marry her.”

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study abroad

summary: tom is irresistible and she can’t help but come back for more

warning: a bit of cursing, mentions of sex

A/N: hi lovelies, hope you all are having a great and safe holiday.

<<part 2

y/n covers her eyes as frustration sets in. why did she have to sleep with him? out of all the boys on campus, it had to be him? if only she could see how bad he was for her. she was reckless and stupid when it came to him. “god, what is he doing to me?”, she says out loud. y/n has never encountered someone so aggravating in her entire life. tom was the total opposite of what she wanted in a guy. yes, he was fit and all and beyond attractive and his british roots made her want to turn into a puddle, but tom was rude and unfaithful and such a tease and it didn’t make up for the fact that he was a complete asshole.

y/n had successfully been avoiding tom all week. she made sure to be one of the first ones to leave class so he wouldn’t have an excuse to talk to her (she went as far as sitting in the seats closest to the door to be sure of that). but after all that hard work she decided to reward herself by going to another party. she didn’t realize what she had gotten herself into until she was already on the sidewalk in front of the frat house.

y/n hadn’t exactly thought her plan through. why she wanted to go to the most popular frat house on campus and confront the most popular guy in school, she didn’t have an answer for. maybe she needed some closure or maybe she subconsciously wanted to see him again.

she, along with a dozen other drunk college students, let themselves into the house. immediately, she sees a few beer pong games in progress, a half naked girl dancing on a table in the kitchen and a few couples making out on the couches and against the wall. she cringes, this really wasn’t her scene. why was she here in the first place?

it’s not long until someone is guiding her to the kitchen to get a drink, she secretly hopes it’s tom. “you’re too pretty to be all alone”. her heart soars when she hears the charming accent she’s grown to like...or hate...it depends which mood she’s in.

her heart sinks, but she hides the look of disappointment on her face when she doesn’t see tom standing in front of her. “i am?”, she asks sweetly as she takes the drink from the kind stranger. she looks at him innocently, she’s grown to know that guys fall for that look everytime. he smiles at her and stares down at her lips. y/n gave a small, teasing laugh and set down the red plastic cup. (she didn’t trust strangers handing her drinks). “that’s very nice of you”, she asks in a sultry tone. she leans back against the counter and he follows, resting his hands on the edge and pinning her body with his. her heart is pounding, but not quite like how hers pounded when she was with tom.

sure, the guy was more than attractive; blue eyes, light brown hair, (though, you could argue it was a bit blonde, especially in the front) a strong jaw line. but it wasn’t tom. although she had one amazing night with the boy, she found herself looking for him in everyone. tom’s dark eyes were mysterious and captivating compared to the baby blue’s she was staring into.

“you’re cute”, y/n starts. she puts a hand on his chest and lightly pushes him away from her. “but you’re not my type”. she gives him a wink and walks off to find some of her friends.

“hello again, darling. come back for more?”. y/n nearly jumps as she runs into tom. it was the most casual he’s ever looked, plain black tee with some jeans that hung on his waist. it hung so much so that y/n could see the calvin klein waist band peeking through. his arm rests high against the doorframe, making his shirt ride up to reveal his perfectly toned body.

“not exactly”. her throat is dry. she came to the party for a purpose and somehow all the lines she had rehearsed in her brain were completely forgotten.

“something on your mind?”, tom asks. it was obvious. he could see the gears turning in her brain. you’re an asshole, she thinks. she couldn’t bring herself to say it though, not now. not with him staring at her, almost daring her to say what she’s thinking.

with a subtle smile, tom rests a hand low on her back and guides her through the large fraternity house, once again making the journey to the top floor. it was such a familiar feeling and y/n couldn’t help the butterflies.

tom closes the door behind him and she walks to his dresser, admiring the small collection of jewelry that was placed on top. he makes his way towards her and rests his hand on her lower back. “is there something you want to say to me now that we’re alone?”. his tone aggravates her. it’s like he knows what she’s going to say before she can have the chance to get the words out.

she looks up and glares at him through the large mirror that was above his dresser. “you’re a dick”. he chuckles to himself. tom loved this. he loved it a little too much. he’s never had a girl so obviously desperate for him come back and insult him. it was attractive how defiant she was being. it turned him on a bit.

he lifts his hand and lightly brushes her hair away from her cheek. he plants a light kiss on the shell of her ear. “am i?”, he asks cockily. tom could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin and he smiled to himself. she wanted to smack the smirk off of his lips.

“i hate you”. her words are cold, but it doesn’t hit tom as hard as she expects it to. it makes him laugh again and he stares at her through the mirror as he plants kisses along her shoulder and neck. no matter how harsh she tries to be he doesn’t fucking stop smiling.

“i don’t think you’d be here if you did, angel”. he laughs lowly. tom’s lips are ghosting over the sweet spot on her neck and she finds it hard to think.

“i told you to stop that”. her words come out breathlessly and she feels toms lips curve as he smiles and starts to lightly suck her skin. his hands creep up her shirt and she gasps as she feels the cool rings along her skin.

“what’s the matter princess?”. he’s mocking her now and y/n finds all the resistance in her to push him away from her. tom doesn’t move very far back, but raises an eyebrow at her act of defiance. she pushes and punches at tom’s chest and he tries not to smile, allowing her get her anger out for a moment. his eyes looked so dark, almost coal-like, as his pupils were dilated with so much lust.

he catches her wrists and pulls her towards him. he holds her breath as she realizes the only space between them is her small hands that were trapped by one of his much larger ones. “use your words”, he says lowly. “what do you want?”.

y/n can feel herself melting into him and she doesn’t resist to look away from his lips. “i want...”, she says quietly. tom loves this, how desperate she is for his attention. so desperate that she started to pound on his chest (which was a turn on he never knew he had). “just-“, she says with a sigh. “kiss me...please”. she’s pleading, begging for him. he’s had his fair share of this, girls quite literally on their knees as they all asked for the same thing. this wasn’t the same though, this felt completely different.

it was dangerous. dangerous for tom and dangerous for her. he was capable of breaking her heart at any moment. they both knew this. but neither of them stopped themselves.

tom leans in, lips hovering over hers as she closes her eyes, waiting for the feeling of his soft lips on hers. tom starts by pecking right next her nose and curves out a line with his lips, making sure his bottom one touches hers ever so lightly. he continues until he’s back down to her neck. it’s killing her because his hands are around her waist and he isn’t touching her where she wants him to.

most of all, she’s aching to see how his lip ring feels against her own lips. he bites at her weak spot and she holds his head there as she moans. he takes his time marking her up, knowing the feeling of metal guiding along the skin of her neck is driving her mad.

his fingers slowly make their way back up her shirt. “such an eager girl”, he loves how much he affects her without doing much of anything. she whimpers as goosebumps rise in response to his touch and hums against her. “t-tom”, she whines. tom holds back a smirk.

“what’s the matter, love?”, he asks innocently. he pulls away to look at her eyes, pupils blown out with lust. “you want me to touch you?”. she pans down to his lips for a moment. she lets out a small agreement and he hums.

“you should have thought about that before you said you hated me, darling”. tom goes back to littering her neck with dark marks. he was just teasing her and she was disappointed that he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted. but that was tom. he never said anything about being a gentleman. that’s why all the girls practically fought each other just to spend one night with them. he was perfectly balanced between an angel and a devil and y/n was stuck under his spell. she whimpers again and her heart sinks as she regrets spitting out those venomous words.

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part 4

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And Then There Were Two

A/N: Will never stop posting sweet Tommy and sister fluff ;) Enjoy!

Just so you know, ‘Aoife’ is pronounced ‘Ee-fa’. Yes, I know. That’s Ireland, for you! 

Find the OC version of this fic here.

Title: And Then There Were Two

Summary: Tommy buys you your first horse.

Words: 1906

“Would you come down to the stables with me for a moment?”

You glanced up as Tommy walked into the kitchen, coat and hat on, cigarette planted firmly between his lips. His blue eyes locked onto your tired body, slumped against the cool window on the ledge underneath it, and he rose an eyebrow questioningly.

“I’m reading,” you replied, lifting the open book in your hands slightly to show your brother, and his eyebrow rose even higher as he took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew a puff of smoke. He leaned on one of the chairs tucked under the kitchen table and crossed one ankle over the other.

“You’ve never once picked up a book until this day, Y/N Shelby. You’re coming. Get up.” He nodded his head towards you, and you rolled your eyes, marking your page and closing the book.

“Yeah, well, this is Sherlock Holmes, and it’s interesting. Michael got it for me and they’re much better than your silly stories.”

Tommy chuckled, watching as you stood to your feet and threw your book on the ledge you’d lined with cushions and what looked to be about two of the thick coats he‘d had hanging up in his old room. “My silly stories, hm? They’re mainly detective stories, just like your Sherlock Holmes, you’ve just never bothered to read them. Come on, let’s move.” He reached an arm out and you grabbed up one of his coats before wrapping it around your shoulders – it was way too big for you to wear normally – and sluggishly walking over to him. He draped an arm around you and the two of you moved out of the house and made your way down the street to the stables.

“Why are we going to the stables?”

“I’ve got to speak to Curly.”

“And I have to come because…?” You frowned, yelping as you tripped over a rock and shoving your brother when he attempted to disguise a laugh with a cough.

“Because nobody’s home to look after you,” he said, pulling you against his side once again.

“Uh, Arthur was literally right in the next room-”

“No, come on. Can’t keep Curly waiting.” The two of you reached the stables and he removed his arm from around your shoulders, gently pushing you through the stable doors.

“Tom!”

“Stop whining and get your ass indoors.” He shook his head as you spun around and stuck your tongue out childishly, watching you make a turn towards his own horses at the bottom of the stables while he moved in the opposite direction. “Curly? Where are you, man?” He brought his cigarette to his lips again and stuffed his other hand in the pocket of his coat. He continued walking, stopping at the end of the stables and calling for Curly once more.

“Oh, here, Mister Tommy, Sir! Here!” Tommy stood up straight as Curly appeared suddenly from behind a stall door and quickly opened it, stepping out to stand in front of him. He clasped his hands together and turned his head to nod behind him. “I was- was grooming the horse, Tommy!”

Tommy nodded. “Right, that’s fine, Curly. Do you have my-”

“Your present! Yes, yes, I have your present, Tommy!”

The Shelby nodded with a small smile as Curly turned excitedly and moved to the stall next to the one he’d just been in. “Let me see her,” he said, throwing his cigarette to the floor and stamping it out. He sniffed and stepped forward, watching with sharp eyes as Curly slowly reappeared outside the stall, muttering quietly and leading what Tommy believed to be the prettiest little foal he’d ever set eyes on. She had dark, stormy eyes set against silver skin that shone in the candlelight of the stables. Her ears were long and pointed forward, standing atop a small face, a long neck, and a beautiful dappled body that would win her prizes when she grew older. Her legs were long, and even at her age she walked with an air of grace and complete pride.

Curly brought her over to him, and he leaned down once she was close enough. “Hello, beautiful,” he said quietly, running a hand down the filly’s sturdy neck and patting her back. She whinnied, and he chuckled. “Aren’t you a pretty little girl, hm?”

“Is she like you remembered, Sir?” Curly asked with a grin, stroking his hand along the top of the foal’s head and gently fingering the wispy strands of forelock that were beginning to grow.

Tommy nodded, roaming his eyes over the little girl and mentally checking boxes on his list before standing straight once again and stepping back. “Yep,” he said. “Yeah, she is.” He turned his head. “Y/N, come and see this!” He kept his eyes on the foal, who was keeping remarkably still and silent for someone her age. She was a lanky thing, but he’d bought her from a man who only bred show and race horses, so she’d grow to be something special if he went about the right way of training her. Nevertheless, for her to be brought up as a simple riding horse would not be an idea he’d be opposed to, should his owner want it.

“See what?” He sniffed as you rounded the corner, stepping back slightly to reveal the little thing stood in front of him. As expected, your eyes widened in surprise, and you glanced briefly at your brother before slowly moving forward. “Oh, she’s so cute,” you said in slight awe, smiling up at Curly as you reached the foal. You were very gentle, something Tommy always found to be quite endearing. For a member of the Shelby family, you certainly lacked in some personality aspects. It definitely proved to be useful in times like these.

Tommy nodded, stepping forward and motioning for Curly to hand him the foal’s lead rain attached to her rope halter. “Nice colour, isn’t she? Beautiful. Going to be a handsome mare, she is.”

You nodded, laughing as the baby nudged your hand with her muzzle and whinnied, throwing her little head and making her small wisps of mane fly about her like grey waves. “What’s her name?”

The man shrugged, hearing Curly return to his bustling about in the stall behind the two of you. “Doesn’t have one yet. I was thinking maybe Stella… or Alice.”

He rose an eyebrow when you made a face. “Mhm, no. They don’t suit her.”

“Alright, Miss,” Tommy said, the smile evident in his voice, “what do you think suits her?”

“Aoife.”

The man looked at you. “That was quick.”

“I’ve always wanted a horse named Aoife,” you said quietly, letting the foal nudge at your hand yet again.

Tommy nodded thoughtfully. “Irish. Means ‘beauty’.”

“Yeah, but it fits, doesn’t it? She’s a little vision.”

“She is.” He paused for a moment before reaching his arm out, lead rein in hand. “Aoife it is, then. Look after her.”

You lifted your eyes from the foal’s mesmerising little face to look at Tommy, seeing no change in his expression other than that added bit of sparkle in the blues of those eyes of his. You glanced briefly at his hand, mere inches from you, holding out the lead rein and clearly waiting for you to take it, before looking back up at his face. “What?”

“Take it. She’s yours, Y/N.”

You were at a loss for words. “My- my horse?”

Tommy couldn’t even roll his eyes at your speechlessness; he was finding it all rather sweet. He briskly licked his lips before reaching for your hand and placing the end of the lead rein in it, closing your hand over and placing his own larger one on top. “Yes, your horse,” he said. “What else? Me and your brothers thought it time you have one for yourself.”

He watched as you shook your head. “But- but Finn doesn’t even have a horse.”

“Finn doesn’t need one. Finn doesn’t want one. He’s fine with his guns and whatever else boys his age do for entertainment. If he ever wants a horse, I think we’d have to start him with a goldfish first and see how long he can keep that alive before we move him onto something bigger. You, however, have always taken a shining to these animals.” He withdrew his hand and smiled as you stared at the lead rein for a moment. It was a wonder how you believed everything you got given had to be something Finn already possessed. “Now, Aoife here was bred to be a racing horse, but I want you to raise her as you wish. If you want to show her, she’ll be a show horse. If you want to race her, we’ll train her up to be the best there is. Or, if you want to bring her up as nothing but your horse and ride her around Birmingham like the little horsewoman you are, then do it. She’s yours, now, Y/N. Curly’ll be here to feed her and vet her and whatever else, but she’s yours to look after and do with as you will.” He stopped for a moment, regarding the huge grin on your lips and the sparkle in your bright eyes with a happiness he hadn’t felt in a long time, before continuing. “She’s our present to you, little one, me and your brothers’. We felt you deserved one.”

He was only slightly prepared for the impact as you threw yourself into his arms, still hanging onto Aoife’s lead rein. The foal fidgeted a bit at the sudden movement, but Tommy was able to reach a hand out to calm her down while still having one arm wrapped around you. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!” you all but squealed, and your brother chuckled between a face full of your hair. He softly kissed your temple before letting you down.

“Alright, enough,” he said, smile showing his pearly teeth. “Go with Curly and he’ll show you where she’ll be sleeping. I think we agreed she’d be put next to Charity, is that right, Curly?”

“Yep, Tommy! Charity will be a good mother, she will! She’ll look after baby Aoife!”

The Shelby nodded his thanks to the stable man and gently nudged you towards him. He reached for a cigarette from his coat pocket and lit it, sticking it in his mouth as he watched you slowly walk your new friend over to Curly.

A fifteen-year-old girl and a four-month-old filly. The truth was, Aoife’s mother had died during labour, and the owner had slowly begun to lose patience in bottle feeding her. Tommy was sure he’d have had her put down if he hadn’t bought her. What a waste it would have been.

Your life could be remarkably boring. Even living as a Shelby, a young girl like you had no place in a world full of guns and money and death and gambling. Though he knew that, one day, you’d most definitely have a part to play in the family business, you still had time to spare until then. He had a feeling you’d be spending most of that time down at these stables from now on.

And so, as he walked towards you, Curly and the new member of the Shelby family, he could not help but think of how he’d saved two lives this day.

Peaky Masterpost

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A White Christmas

(Ben!Roger x Reader) Completed

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After engaging in a one night stand on Christmas Eve, things become interesting when you and Roger realise you’ve been snowed in. (Fluff, pure fluff)

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Kisses of fire

Mamma Mia!Au

John Deacon x reader, Roger Taylor x reader, Brian May x reader.

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After deciding you want to see the world, you encounter three men. All are very different from one another but they all have one thing in common. They are all completely captivated by you.

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A crush

(borhap!roger x reader) Ongoing

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After your fiancé tells you he’s gay, you leave the flat you share with Freddie and somehow end up at Roger’s place. He’s torn. On the one hand, you’re available now, but on the other, you had almost married his best friend. (Fluff, angst)

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Surprises (Ben x reader x Roger)

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Part two

Part three

Part four*

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You discover the hard way that pregnancy is not an easy thing. Thankfully, you’ve got your boys by your side. (Fluff, a lot of freaking out, angst in the first chapter)

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I want to break free (joe!john Deacon x reader)

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You’ve had it with John’s constant jealousy so he decides to write you a song to make up for his recent behaviour. Unfortunately, hearing that he wants Break Free from your lies wasn’t exactly the apology you were expecting.

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A Spare Jersey (Pat Murray x OC)

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A very important meeting at work just so happens to correlate with Regina’s boyfriend’s baseball game. Without her by his side to calm him down, will Pat be able to get through the game without killing any of his teammates? Or will a poorly timed phone call ruin Regina’s chances of getting the promotion she deserves?

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Borhap!Brian May

The Gellar-Bing situation - In which Freddie Mercury is Phoebe Buffay and you have to hide your relationship with Chan- I mean Brian.

No one knows - Welp, you probably could’ve guessed that Freddie would be the first to find out you and Brian were shagging. You just weren’t expecting to be in the bath when he found out.

His fat bottomed girl - The press seems obsessed with the mystery girl they keep spotting Brian May with. What do they focus on? Your beautiful face, the way Brian looks at you with love in his eyes? No. They focus on your arse.

Yet another sister story - Just another “Hey, I’m in love with my best mate’s sister, whoops! Hope no one walks in while I’m shagging her!”

My muse - Despite money being tight, you buy Brian a camera for Christmas. He loves to capture the domestic moments.

Hammersmith 1975 - after watching Queen play at the Hammersmith Odeon on Christmas, you and Brian decide to finally introduce you to the band.

Blondes have more fun - maybe drinking all that gin wasn’t the best idea. How are you going to explain to Brian why you and Roger have matching hickies on your necks?

Her eyes - Brian’s eyes are filled with tears as he watches you walk down the aisle. It reminds him of how difficult it was to write the vows.

Whoops - Brian comes round to celebrate your 3 month anniversary only to be met by your protective older brother and his fellow bandmate.

I lost a bet - a modern day au in which Brian May posts a livestream on instagram to reveal some big news that he would’ve rather told with a bit more grace than with a little too much gin.

Long legs - after a clumsy Bri trips over a uncovered wire after a gig and knocks over his girlfriend, he seeks revenge.

Headcanon #1 - Brian May is a fan of those curves.

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Borhap!Roger Taylor

Morning confessions - You and Roger was shagging buddies, friends with benefits, that’s all. Well, that what you thought until he confessed he felt more. Looks like it’s time for Roger to learn about your ex-boyfriend.

Blah blah blah - Roger’s a dick and you’re a bitch. According to Brian, it’s a match made in heaven.

Hugging you - Based on the song by Tom Rosenthal. Roger decides to take you star gazing.

Birthday present - despite the nerves that have been building up over the last week, you pull yourself together and give Roger a very special gift on his birthday.

Three’s a crowd - it’s been a few weeks since you and Roger both confessed your crushes on Brian. Today might be the day you do something about it... or get Freddie to do something about it.

Smile - it’s not just the old name of Roger’s band. It’s also his favourite thing about you. It’s just a shame that you need reminded of that.

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Borhap!John Deacon

You forgot to tell me it’s twins?! (My favourite one shot I’ve ever written) - Giving birth is hard, especially when your husband’s dumbass best friend forgets how to count.

Flying back to Edinburgh - You’re pretty pissed when John leaves mere minutes after returning from tour. Everything becomes clear when he returns with a present he left in his last hotel room.

Head over heels - in which John Deacon falls for you... literally.

And they were roommates - an awful day turns a lot worse when you find out that you have to share a hotel room with your frenemy, John Deacon. And then even worse when the two of you realise, there was only one bed.

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(Non-Queen)

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Warren Worthington

Don’t leave me - You and Warren finally managed escape the cage fighting ring however, when Apocalypse comes a knocking, you have to confess something that may tie the two of you down again.

Eyes closing - When a seemingly easy mission turns into a matter of life and death, you and Warren confess your feelings for each other.

Seemingly innocent - you were just trying to help him get cleaned up and relax. You would’ve never expected the sound that left his mouth to happen as a result.

#masterlist #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #movie #writing #film #fanfiction #one shots #series #imagines #headcanons #roger taylor #ben hardy #joe mazzello #john deacon #freddie mercury #rami malek #brian may #gwilym lee #queen

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Let’s Run Away

Tom Holland x Reader mob!au ch 11

Warning: language, alcohol, murder, creepy men?

Word count: 2149

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You waited 2 days of no word before acting. Tom had left to “take care of business” and neither he nor Haz had returned. New York City was in disarray. No one knew who was in charge and the Moretti and O’Neals desperately tried to keep control through violent means. One rumor was of boys killing a cop in daylight in Greenwich.

You hoped on a bus with money you had kept in a jar in your bedroom, a rainy day fund, and to an eccentric manor outside the city. You steeled your nerves and went to the gate.

The guard’s face softened and he quickly let you in. Your boots crunched on the fresh gravel and your dress fluttered in the breeze. You feel the impending winter coming. You strolled to the front door and another guard let you in.

“Your father is in his lab,” he said as you walked. Of course he is, you thought. Always making something. You were swallowing your pride and hoping your father could do the same. You took the stairs down to his basement lab. You stopped one step before the bottom and watched him work. He was working on some kind of mechanical mechanism. Another gun most like.

You sighed softly before calling out, “ Hello, daddy.”

He looked up and squinted before pulling his magnifying glasses off. “Dear, is that you? My girl?”

“I’m here,” you said with a nervous smile. He smiled widely and put down his work. He walked quickly to you and enveloped you in a hug. Your feet coming off the stairs as he pulled you tight. Your father was a barrel of a man. He was fit and big. His arms strong from a hard childhood, working the streets, and now working with metal.

“Just you? Not the boy,” he asked hopefully.

“That’s why I’m here,” you admitted. You’d hope to have tea first but your father was always business first.

“He left?” He asked suspiciously. “Ran off on you?” He sounded angry.

“No, dad. He is in trouble and I need your help,” you said and your father sighed. His hands on his hips. “We’ve gotten in trouble with the Moretti and O’Neal’s. I need to ask your help.”

“Find him,” he asked disgusted. “That good for nothing boy? Probably came to New York because he messed up his life in London.”

“No, dad. He’s only in trouble because he was protecting me,” you said. Your dad looked at you suspiciously. You told him the story of the landlord and owing the Moretti the money. You told him everything. He showed no emotion while you spoke. And when you were done he stood silent for a minute.

“I’m sorry,” he said. You frowned confused. “If I wouldn’t have sent you away and said those things you could have come to me. I’m surprised he fought for you. I guess I had him wrong.”

“Will you help me?” You asked. You heart beat hard. This was your only option.

“Hell. Yes I will. Let me get a crew together. Most work for me still as salesmen and manufacturing. I’ll call them up to see who will help. Most will jump to help my daughter.”

“Thank you,” you said softly. Your shoulders sagged and you almost cried. You were so worried about Tom. Your dad patted your shoulder before going upstairs.

“Lie down and I’ll take care of business,” he said. You didn’t plan for him to take over the rescue but you hadn’t slept well in days and a bed sounded great. You trudged upstair for a nap.

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Tom breathes through his mouth. He was pretty sure his nose was broken. He knew his finger was. Every time he opened his eyes his face hurt. He could hear Harrison in the next room as they beat him. How long could he last? He was getting over a gun shot. Why did they keep him alive? Why were they torturing them?

Tom could barely feel his legs. He’d been sitting strapped to a chair too long. He tried to shift to no avail. The door opened and Tom’s eyes snapped to the door. An O’Neal man walked in. Not the usual guy that tried to beat him into hamburger.

“I’m here to talk,” he said. Tom raised an eyebrow and then winced in pain. Did they literally break his face?

“What do you want?” Tom grumbled. His throat was dry.

“I want to get our money back. But I don’t think you have it. I think Johnny has it. I want you to tell me where it’s at,” the man said. Tom didn’t want to show shock. He knew the Moretti had nothing do with the robbery. Tom thought of how to buy time. For what, he wasn’t sure.

“Down by the river. There’s a warehouse down by the river,” Tom said. He gave the address. The man watched suspiciously.

“Why did you tell me that? We’ve been here for hours. Why now?” He asked.

“I’m tired. I have to piss. I want to eat. You’re going to beat me to death if I don’t and you’ll kill my mate too,” Tom said flately. The man chuckled and nodded.

“I’ll get you food and you can piss. We’ll leave your buddy alone. But if it’s fake, we kill you both,” he warned. Tom nodded wearily. The man left the room.

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Penny couldn’t sit still. Something was wrong. She couldn’t put her finger on it but something was going on with that man. He was handsome, sure. But he was trouble. And she saw a mystery. And Penny has never been able to avoid solving a good mystery.

That warehouse. She needed to go back to investigate. Penny knew she couldn’t just walk in, legally and otherwise. But a stake out can be done.

So she packed a sandwich and put on some trousers. Penny hailed a cab to the location. She couldn’t be seen in her car. The cab pulled up a block from the warehouse and she climbed out. She wore her black wool jacket that hid her shape and pulled her hair into a cap. She could be any dock boy now, in britches.

Penny found a small roof on the building across the street. Nice and dark and if she climbed boxes she could hide there and watch. Penny carefully climbed up the wooden crates, her foot wiggling dangerous before she scampered up. She sat breathing hard. Her bag flung on the roof was collected and she sat to watch.

The warehouse was quiet for the next few hours and she drifted to a light sleep. She was woken by the sound of car tires stopping quickly.

Penny sat up and watched as 4 O’Neal guys got out of a car. That car was too loud and too fast to be legal. They carried guns and Penny backed tighter in the shadows. She hadn’t considered the danger.

The men kicked the door in and stepped in. It was shortly that she heard gun fire. The building silenced and Penny could only hear the beating of her own heart. Then only 2 out of the 4 guys came out and rushed to the car. They sped away into the night. Penny gasped. Did the other two die?

Yes, she had seen plenty murder scenes. Some horrific. But to watch men literally die in real time was something totally different.

A full hour passed as her legs fell asleep in her tight spot before she climbed down. Penny pulled out her small revolver and walked slowly towards the door that was swung open. Inside she saw the bodies of the two men laying on the ground. A shot gun was set up to booby trap and had killed them. She bent and careful looked through his suit pocket. Inside was a check with an address written on it.

Penny couldn’t pass up a good mystery and took the paper. She hadn’t thought about getting back from the docks. She carefully walked in the shadows to a busy place. A few men working at the docks watched and whistled as she hailed a cab. She pulled her coat close in vain to avoid being seen.

Penny arrived about a block from a building that the cabbie was wary to deliver her to. “No offense, miss but that ain’t a safe place. Rough and all,” he said. She paid him and thanked him for a ride. When had her safety ever been guaranteed? Her father made her a target since birth.

She moved to see that it was an O’Neal property. Heavily guarded and filled with beautiful women in expensive dresses. Must be a party, Penny thought. What had this Harrison fellow gotten into? Too bad she wasn’t dressed great or she would walk right in. She pulled the cap out and shook her hair out.

“Why aren’t you with the other girls?” A man asked annoyed. “Get in if you know what’s good for you,” he said lightly pushing her toward the building. She didn’t need to be told twice before going forwards. “Oi, to the back. You need to change.” She nodded and walked to the back. Women of various states of undress were changing into beautiful dresses.

“You’re late,” said an overweight red haired woman. She was beautiful with perfect hair and makeup. Her ample bosom covered in crystals. She looked at Penny’s outfit in disdain. “Here,” she said shoving a red frock at Penny.

Penny awkwardly tried to hide in the corner and put it on. It was very short and quiet tight. She pulled at the bottom slightly. It was gorgeous but a little too showy for her. Another girl offered her a headband with a red feather tucked in it. Penny stood in front of an opulent mirror and looked. It was lovely.

Her opinion changed as she was swept out of the back room and into a room full of O’Neal gangsters. Her heart beat. Most of these men were notoriously known as killers and rum runners. Was Harrison really a gangster? A tall wide man sauntered over to her and lightly touched her shoulder.

“Hey pretty little thing in a pretty little number,” he grinned lazily and Penny could smell the copious amount of liquor he had drank. She resisted the urge to cringe as all of the women were being treated this way and she didn’t want to seem suspicious.

“She’s taken,” another girl said. She had dark black hair and her lips were painted burgundy. The man huffed and walked towards his next victim.

“Thanks,” Penny said.

“Get your shit together or you won’t get paid. The young men are over playing games,” she said before walking away. Penny walked the direction of the men gambling. Before she arrived, a man grabbed her around the waist.

“Shh,” he whispered and she turned to see that it was Johnny. He gave her a look to be quiet. Why was he here? How did he know she wasn’t supposed to be there? How did he seem to know her? He motioned for her to follow him. He stood close by a curtain, his hand still around her waist.

“Pretend we’re kissing,” he said and Penny fake giggled as he pulled the fabric around them.

“Why-“

“You’re Harrison’s girl,” he said. She looked at him shocked.

“How do you know?”

“I make it my business to know anyone who comes in my warehouse. Did the punks breaking in get it?” He asked.

“Yeah, 2 shot and 2 ran away.”

“I’m assuming you’re here to find your bloke? He’s here somewhere. I’ve been scouting the building out. Very well fortified. Doesn’t help I’ve been watching Y/n play the whore half the night as she’s trying to find Tom. I need your help,” Johnny said. It was a lot to take in.

“Why not Y/n?”

“You both are helping. You take me upstairs and then we can look out of prying eyes. Y/n is picking someone up to do the same.”

“How will she pick?”

“The one she can knock out the easiest with this,” he said showing Penny a small syringe holding laudanum. It could definitely knock someone out. Penny nodded. “Y/n is a tough girl. Mob born and raised. Let’s go while the party is busy. Pretend to be a little drunk.”

Johnny pushes the curtains back and the pair walked lazily like a little drunk. Enough to blend but not to stand out. Johnny purposely pushed into Y/n who nodded as she took the syringe. Her John Doe ruffles his feathers before she winked at him and pulled him towards the bedroom. Johnny and Penny stumbles after. Johnny pushes open a door to a bedroom garishly organized and smelling of sex and perfum. Penny wrinkled her nose before stepping in.

“How long do we wait?”

“However long Y/n needs.” Johnny said sitting on the bed. Penny cringed.

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[probably-writing-x]

High Society (The Reveal)

~A Tom Holland AU Series~

Tags: @imarypayne @sunshine112 @sleepwalkingdragon @supernatural-girl97 @vibhati123 @butithasntkilledyouyet @faefictions @carisi-sonny @trap-house-homiecide @shamelessbookaddict @tommydaspidey @oneblckcoffee

Warnings: In-detail depictions of death and murder, language warning, mentions of violence and gang crime.

Notes: Wow! It's finally here!!! I hope this reveal lives up to your expectations... I'm so nervous to post it ahhhh! Let me know allof your final thoughts...

~~~Wednesday 30th January 2019~~~

"-I am arresting you under suspicion of the murder of Imogen Clarke. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence if you do not mention something that you later rely on in court. Anything you do say may be given as evidence," Her voice is certain of every word and you swear for a moment you feel all hearts drop to the tiled floor. Going, going, gone.

~~~Friday 25th January 2019~~~

"Dad, please stop going on about it," You sigh, fixing the light curls of your hair for the millionth time, "Can I not just enjoy tonight? Or is that not allowed after the big sister reveal?"

Peter and Evan were stood in the doorway of your bedroom, clearly giving you extremely unimpressed looks about your decision to attend the Winter Ball.

"It's not just Imogen," Peter points out, nudging at his husband, "You know how we feel about that Thomas kid,"

You let out an exaggerated groan, turning around to face them, "Stop it! You're acting like he's completely destroying who I am. In fact, he's the only reason I actually want to be there tonight. I would be very happy to never have to see Imogen again. But I want to spend one last night at that school before you flip everything upside down again, okay?"

Your outburst was unexpected by all of you and your Dads are stunned into a welcomed silence, both of them looking at their baby girl with blinking eyes, refusing to believe that this school had changed her that much. But it had. And, of course, they wouldn't accept that. She was too pure to be tainted by the posh kids at that school.

"Tom's here," You sigh, more thankful than you'd be able to express to him. Turning quickly to check yourself in the mirror, you brush your hands cautiously over the material of your dainty dress, making sure the boxing gloves still hung right over your heart. You welcomed the nerves, it made this all feel like a real school dance - and not a shattering goodbye.

Tom was waiting at the door when you made your way down the stairs and the shine in his eyes made you instantly know you'd made the right choice with your dress. It was a dark sky blue colour and fell over the curves of your hips, cutting off at the point on your thighs where your stretch marks faded. His eyes echoed a mix of complete adoration and an utter surprise that you'd be the one he'd attend the ball with tonight.

"Hello stranger," He croaks out, quickly clearing his throat to try to avoid his cheeks growing too much of a pink glow.

"Hello, Thomas," You chuckle, realising just how much you'd missed that damn face.

He grabs your hand when you're just close enough to him and pulls you flush against his chest, "Do we really have to go to the ball? Can't we have our own party?"

You hum against his words, welcoming the hot air that they bathed your face in, "Maybe we could sneak a few moments to ourselves,"

"I know this is meant to be some big reunion or whatever but can we please get going?" Sam calls from his seat in the back of Tom's car, poking his head out from the open window.

You laugh and greet the twins who had opted to dress in matching suits for the night. Tom opened your door for you and, soon, the four of you were journeying towards school; still with the sickening feeling in your stomach that it would be your last time.

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The school was electrified with a warm buzz, with all of your year filtering through the doors and welcoming the familiarity of chart songs blasting through the overhead speakers. Tom was greeted by everyone he walked past and he made sure to say hello to them all, still happy to take the title of King of this school. It was only when he saw Lily that he really had to force the 'nice boy' demeanour.

"It's nice to see you Lily," He smiles politely, twisting his hand in yours slightly as though he still needed to confirm you were there, "Did you have a good holiday?"

"Oh relax with the small talk," She rolls her eyes, "Talk to me when you've got rid of the downgrade, honey," Her lips press against his cheek in a bitter display of affection before she's strutting off with an excessive display of confidence.

You speak up before Tom can even try to apologise, "Let's get a drink, I think we might need something stronger than punch if we're going to make it through comments like that,"

His laugh is a sound you didn't realise you were missing as he willingly accepts you tugging him towards the refreshments stand where Noah and Z are visible.

"Well hello, stars of the show," Noah wiggles his brows at the two of you, handing over a cup of fruit punch to Sam who had walked over too.

"Hey guys," You grin, reaching over to get two cups for you and Tom, "Did you have a good holiday?"

All of you engage in relaxed small talk until the sound of the microphone cracking makes everyone's eyes divert toward the stage.

Mrs Osterfield took her position behind the microphone and cleared her throat. It was only then that everyone else joined you: Harrison, Lily, Harry, Noah, Zendaya, Sam, Imogen, Tom and you.

"Well, you all look beautiful tonight guys and I'm glad we can all be here to celebrate together. Something I've really noticed about this group is the community spirit - you are all one big team and that's something that you should really embrace-" She continues with her speech about how brilliant you all were before the lights dim in the sports hall and you're all left in a strange, prolonged darkness.

It is only then that something flashes. You can't help but divert your eyes to Zendaya and Noah, both hiding a deep pride for all of this, clearly being at the heart of the plan. You go back to reading the words spilling across the electronic screen.

'We were all told this term to expose something about ourselves and about each other. But it's time we expose something about the school we're relying on for our futures. How about them completely dismissing everything fucked up that's going on in our year? The manipulation of their teachers by eighteen year old students. The manipulation of other students by people forcing them into twisted relationships,'

Everybody in your group looks to Imogen who is red with a burning fury.

'We're living in a fucked up school. And Lily, Imogen, all of you, this is where it stops,"

The lights don't come back on but the chatter of every student in here is enough to cover any need for illumination. Enough had already been seen. And, in the blue light glow of the enlarged screen, you watch Imogen storm away from the crowd. When you glance back up, Zendaya and Noah have disappeared into the crowd and it is too dark to see where they've gone.

You find yourself following the focus of the recent exposure and you finally catch up with Imogen at the stairs.

"Imogen," You start, watching as she pauses in her high-heeled steps on the inclined floor.

"Did you set this up? Was this all you?" She questions, clearly not holding enough respect for you to justify her making any eye contact.

"No, god, no. I had no idea," You respond.

It felt strange to be seeing her now, not just as the bitch Imogen but as a girl you had spent your first moments as the sibling of. The girl you had the potential to grow up to want to be just like.

"Then what do you want? Are you here for an apology or something?" It is only now that she turns round, arms folded and looking in all ways dissimilar from you. Maybe you were thankful for that - her beauty held a chilling sin.

"I found something out over Christmas and I think it's important that you know," You begin, wrapping your hands around each other to express your nerves without trembling onto the ground.

"Well? Spit it out,"

"You're my sister," You manage to finally release, the words feeling sickening to be directed at someone you wanted to completely despise.

The look on her face was one you were all too knowing to not expect. A mocking smirk and the delicate release of a pathetic laugh.

"What the fuck is that meant to mean?" She scoffs, stepping one stair closer to you.

"What I just said. I was ado-" You begin but she is quick to cut you off, stepping so close that you could see every particle of her makeup.

"Oh, honey, don't act like there's some familial bond between us," She lets out an exasperated laugh, "Because, sis, I'm pretty sure family wouldn't be willing to help somebody steal from me,"

You're sure it is audible when your words clatter against the floor, echoing irritatingly through mocking halls.

"Don't test me, (Y/N)," She shakes her head, "And don't ever assume we're family, darling,"

And then she's gone, leaving you at the bottom of these stairs, sure that you were going to wake up in any moment. Nothing.

You're not sure how long you stay there, sitting against the cold stairs, until someone is there to greet you.

The familiar aftershave of Tom's wraps around you like a blanket as his arms hold your waist with a relieving comfort.

"So I lost everyone at the party, I literally couldn't find anyone," He comments, a harmless remark for now.

Tom pulls himself closer to you, his head only inches from yours.

"Is this our chance to get away?" He mumbles, breath hot as his lips brush your ear.

Tom needs no reply as he pulls you through the corridors and out through the doors towards the swimming pool.

"Tom," You hiss but you can't say anything more as you feel your back press against the harshness of the cold wall tiles. It forces you to let out an involuntary squeak that is instantly silenced by Tom's lips on yours.

You melt into the contact that you had been missing for weeks and forget all about the rest. It was just him.

When he pulls away, his forehead is on yours and his nose bumps subconsciously with yours, "(Y/N)," He begins, welcoming the breathless nature of his words, "I know. I know your parents want you to leave. And I know you're going to leave after tonight," His confession feels like you've just been hit against the tiled wall once again, forceful and unforgiving.

"I-" You start, "How did you find out?"

"I knew your Dads were still debating it so I found Evan's number and I spoke to him whilst you were away," You find yourself gripping onto him a little tighter as he speaks, "I pleaded with him for ages to try to get you to stay. But he said the only way you'd ever be able to carry on here would be if you separated yourself from everyone who's had a bad impact on you. From me,"

"Tom I'm not staying here if-"

"I also knew that would be your response. So, I want to spend this one last weekend with you and then we'll decide your fate after that. We'll decide if you stay or go. But, let's just get away for a weekend," His positive encouragement is enough to make you want to agree wholeheartedly.

"Okay," You whisper and his face brightens enough to make your dark surroundings feel blinding.

"Then let's go, you know what your parents are like. They wouldn't want you to step a foot out of here with me," He points out, his hand gripping yours with more certainty than ever.

Tom goes to pull you away and it is in that moment that everything just stops. The shattering blow was an unmistakable sound and so was the ear bursting thud that followed. And, then, a stumbling silence.

"What wa-" Tom begins but he sees the way your eyes glaze over. The way your hand falls out of his and the way he's sure your heart audibly stops. It is only then that his eyes follow yours, tracing the invisible path to where you couldn't bare to rip your gaze from.

Unmistakable.

You could see how their hands were trembling, and how the trophy fit into them with a deathly uncertainty, a foreign power. Their eyes held a fury that was washed over with a sheer shock at what their own actions had just caused. And their stumbling feet told you that their mind still hadn't processed what their instincts had just caused.

"No," Tom shakes his head, feet chasing after the scene like they'd run fast enough to rewind it, "No, no, no, no,"

It was as clear as day in the dim setting. Her body, unforgivingly lifeless in the scarlet pooling of her once rushing blood. Her eyes, fluttered shut to echo a false hope that she was peaceful, only to be shattered by the ragged wound across her styled hair.

"What have you done?" Tom yells, his eyes diverting around every single feature of this mess.

The trophy clattered to the floor in another bone shuddering clash. And you could see how their hands trembled, a vision of thankfulness for the power they were able ro release from grip.

"She- she knew too much," They stumbled over the words like it wasn't their mouth saying them and it wasn't their hands that had just stopped all knowledge she could have held.

It was in that moment you could see how unreal this all seemed to Tom. In front of him was no longer a person he knew. It was a person he was sure he never wanted to meet. Because, behind trembling hands and crying eyes, there was someone who had just killed another. A murderer. His brother.

"She knew about the gang, and she knew about the pregnancy test," He shakes and the movement is recognisable in his fearful words, "And then I heard her talking to you (y/n), she knew about the necklace and us and Harrison,"

Tom can't possibly rip his eyes away from the boy in front of him but you know he's wishing he could be anywhere else. That he could wake up and have his younger brother again, and not this tainted form of the boy he once was.

"Okay, you need to get out of here," You nod, certain of your unsure words, "Go through the back alley to your house and stay there until we tell you to come back. We'll just say you didn't feel well and you came back once you heard something had happened,"

He looks at you and his eyes are blurring with a terrified haze.

"Tom, me and you need to go. We'll go to the gym and just say that we went there after the whole fiasco at the ball to spend some time together. Nobody will question it," You say to him and it is only then that he makes eye contact with you.

"Tom, am I going to prison?" The younger holland brother asks, and it is only then that he truly starts to cry.

"Hey, hey," Tom steps over to him and grips his shoulders, "You're my brother. I'd do anything for you. That's what it means to be a Holland, okay Harry?"

And then he's running.

You force yourself with everything to look down at the lifeless body. The dried blood that stained her hair and trailed down her face. It all felt too gone. Like she'd been gone for far too long.

"We need to get rid of that fucking trophy," You mention and you're sure that everything around you is spinning apart from that blood soaked weapon.

"T-Tom?"

Both of you look up to see Sam stood frozen in the doorway of the swimming pool, looking between you and Tom like he wanted to run as far away from you as possible.

"Sam, buddy, we need you to do something," Tom states, "I need you to take that trophy, go out the back door, and get it as far away from here as possible,"

Sam can't help but listen to the words of his brother, whom he was willing to trust with his life.

"It was Harry, wasn't it?" He says as his hands grasp the cold, twisted metal of the trophy.

"Now's not the time," Tom replies, still refusing to confirm it yet, "Get out of here, go!"

It is as soon as his brothers are out of here that you see Tom decline. He runs his hands through his hair and you're sure he can feel everything around him crumbling.

"Babe, come on, we can't stay here," You grab at his hand and start pulling him toward the door, wanting to get as far away from the scene as your mind would let you run.

And the two of you set off like there's a fire at your heels. But what really chased at your escape was much worse than any fire could muster. It was the glass eyes of your blood relation, at the cold hands of Tom's own brother.

You're sprinting down the corridor behind Tom and watch as his hands tug at the tie around his neck, throwing it's silk to the floor in an absentminded throw. The restriction in his chest was impossible to stop.

And you were running - away from a fate that was far too sickening to fathom.

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