#thomas stanley holland imagine

[jahayla-parker]

Crazed : Tom Holland x Reader

Descr: 8k wc, A crazed fan breaks into Tom's house when his girlfriend is home and she has to defend herself until Tom's security gets there.

Warnings: curse words, violence, stalker/crazy fan behavior, hostage situation, threats, danger, mentions of a break-in, (minor) injuries, hospital (brief), knife/blade, keys used as weapon.

Y/n rubbed her boyfriend Tom’s shoulders as he pinched the bridge of his nose. She knew he was stressing out over the recent safety concerns that had arisen for the couple. Y/n knew that Tom would handle it; even before the multiple promises he made to do so. But, she still wanted to wipe the frown off his face as he called his security team.

They had recently been made aware that there was an… overzealous fan of Tom’s that posed a risk to the couple’s safety. Tom’s brother and personal assistant Harry, had noticed someone was following them one afternoon. They contacted Tom’s security team immediately and had them look into it.

Allegedly, when the security personnel asked the fan to stop following the couple, things escalated. The fan had made numerous comments that concerned Tom’s security. The first was the fan’s statement on how they were Tom’s one true love; not y/n. The second was when the same fan commented that y/n needed to learn her place and stay away from Tom. Then of course came the standard stalkerish fan remarks such as claiming she knew where the couple had been at any given moment, that she had a shrine of Tom with photos that no one else had seen as she’d taken them herself, and that she was in love with Tom and knew he’d come around and choose her.

It wasn’t like Tom had no former experience with overzealous fans. But this was on a whole other level. The fact that this fan made his own security concerned for y/n, made Tom panic. Between his team's and his own suggestions, Tom had ensured that they always had at least two security guards with them.

Tom felt guilty for having to limit their privacy even more than normal when going on dates, or whenever they simply left the house. But, he refused to let something happen to y/n. Which was why he had to call his security team again today.

Earlier today Y/n had gotten a call from an unknown number. She always ignored calls from unknown numbers. As such, y/n had let the call go to voicemail. However, when she checked her voicemail, y/n felt the same panic Tom had been experiencing.

The fan who Tom had been worried about for several weeks by then had somehow found y/n’s personal phone number. Y/n knew it wasn’t super rare for celebrities and their friends and family to have their personal information leaked. But, the message that the fan left was very troubling.

The girl had threatened to harm y/n if she didn’t break up with Tom. She even went so far as to show she had the address of y/n’s work; as ‘proof to take her seriously’. The fan also had the address of y/n’s last residence. Y/n and Tom began living together months ago. But, technically y/n’s old apartment was still in her name as the lease wasn’t up for another month and a half.

When y/n told Tom about the voicemail, he immediately asked her to play it for him. His fury and fear skyrocketed as he heard the passion behind the fan’s voice. He couldn’t believe this was happening to begin with, much less to this extent. Tom was adamant something had to be done, starting with calling his security and demanding increased protection for y/n.

“We need to increase y/n’s security,” Tom ordered immediately upon his lead security officer answering his call. He felt y/n rest her head on his shoulder, rubbing his arm to try and calm him. Tom crooked his neck and placed a soft kiss to y/n’s head as he listened to his security guard’s response.

“No, you don’t understand,” Tom groaned, standing up from the couch. He began pacing their living room as he tried to keep himself in check. He couldn’t understand why his security wasn’t just listening to him. Y/n needed more security, immediately. “I’m going to send you something,” Tom said, pulling the phone from his ear just long enough to forward the threatening voicemail.

“Tommy,” y/n whispered as Tom put the phone back up to his ear as he waited on a response. She smiled warmly at him when he looked her way. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “breathe please”.

Tom nodded in response to y/n’s request. He took a few deep breaths as he faintly heard the voicemail being played in the background. Tom hummed as he heard his security guard call for another officer to look into the voicemail. “See?” Tom asked in frustration, “she needs more security”.

Y/n watched as Tom nodded along to whatever his security was suggesting. She sighed in relief at seeing his lessening worry. She didn’t know what they were telling Tom, but it was helping. Y/n kissed Tom’s neck right under his earlobe as she waited for him to end the call and update her.

“Tom, look, I know you’re worried, but-” y/n sighed. Tom wanted her to not go in to work today. To be fair, it was a suggestion from his security when he called them last night, but Tom jumped on board with the idea without hesitation.

Tom frowned. “You’re not going to stay home?” He asked, his voice sad and eyes worried. “Please?” Tom requested, squeezing y/n’s hand.

Y/n pursed her lips. “I have work, T,” she argued softly.

“I know,” Tom agreed. “And I’m sorry, I dragged you into this -".

Y/n shook her head, “no. This isn’t on you Tom. I’ve told you that”. She sighed, “but, that doesn’t mean I can just stay stuck at home all day every day until this...overzealous fan chills out”.

“Overzealous?!” Tom huffed. “Darling, she’s bloody crazy!” He exclaimed. “This isn’t some slightly obsessed fan, she’s insane and she wants to hurt you.”

Y/n bit her lip and nodded. He was right. The voicemail had truly scared her. And she knew Tom knew that. Even if he hadn’t already been protective before, he certainly would’ve become so upon seeing how much it freaked her out.

“Just for today?” Tom pleaded. “I’m already working on a more long-term solution,” he assured her.

Y/n sighed softly as she thought it over. She didn’t have a ton to do at work today, so perhaps it wouldn’t be the end of the world. “Okay, if it will make you happy, I’ll stay home today,” she accepted.

Tom grinned and pulled y/n in for a tight hug. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he gushed. “I know it’s not ideal, but I’ll try to come home for lunch, and-" Tom rambled.

Y/n giggled. She rubbed Tom’s chest as she leaned back. “Handsome, you don’t need to do that,” she smiled. “Just focus on your scenes and rest between them, we both know you haven’t been doing that much. Hmm?”.

Tom nodded, he’d been spending most of his time between takes and scenes getting on his security about finding out who this crazy fan was and doing whatever was needed to stop them. “Okay, but,” he replied, smiling, “I’m still going to call during my lunch and check-up”.

Y/n hummed lovingly, stroking Tom’s cheeks tenderly. “You have a deal, sweetheart.”

“Okay, so, you’ll arm the security system after I leave?” Tom asked y/n.

Y/n nodded, “yes”.

“And, you have Jones’s number saved, right?” Tom wondered as he mentally made his way through his checklist. Jones was one of his security guards and Tom had requested that he be on call nearby in case something happened. Or if y/n simply felt scared that it could/would.

“Saved and set as a favorite for easy access,” y/n promised. She neared her boyfriend and set her hands on his shoulders. “Everything is in place honey.”

Tom took a shaky breath and nodded. He really didn’t want to leave her alone, but he had to go to set. He was nearly done with filming and then they’d be able to go wherever. Y/n had reminded him of that when he considered taking the day off. The sooner he was done, the sooner they could go back to Europe -for at least as long as it took until the fan was taken care of.

That didn’t mean he wasn’t anxious about y/n being home alone. But, at his security pointed out, the fan had given the address for y/n’s old apartment, her job, and has been seen on set before. This was the safest place for her. As far as they are aware, there was no reason to believe the fan has knowledge of this apartment nor that y/n and Tom even lived together.

“I’m just…” Tom sighed. He knew he was going overboard in his preparations. But he couldn’t help it, he needed to know y/n would be safe.

Y/n gave Tom a quick kiss. “Worried, sweet, adorable, I know,” she grinned. “But you’re also about to be late,” y/n giggled playfully. “So, go, get there safely, kick ass on your scenes, and we’ll talk at lunch?”

Tom smiled and nodded, holding y/n to his chest for another hug. “Alright love, I’ll call you soon. I love you.”

“I love you too,” y/n said. She pulled back from the hug and kissed Tom’s forehead. “Let me know when you get to set,” she added as Tom made his way to his car. Y/n waved goodbye before she closed the door.

Y/n quickly armed the security system. She sighed to herself before looking around as she tried to decide what to do on her unplanned day off. Y/n walked to the bedroom to change into pajamas and grab some large and comfortable blankets.

When y/n returned to the living room, she found Tom had texted her saying he’d made it to set. She smiled and sent a quick reply before settling herself on their couch. Y/n flicked the television on and scrolled through their digital movies until she landed on Uncharted. She smirked to herself and sent a photo of her movie choice to Tom before she pressed play and relaxed under her blankets.

“You okay?” Harry asked, squinting at his brother. “You seem tense and you keep saying the wrong lines,” he pointed out. Harry was not just Tom’s brother but also his personal assistant and therefore it was his job to see to whatever was bothering him. “What’s going on?”

Tom sighed and ran a hand down his face, wincing as he realized he realized he’d just messed up the makeup the crew put on him. “It’s just…” he mumbled, looking around the set before pulling his brother to the side. “You know that crazy fan?” He asked. When Harry nodded, Tom continued. “Well, they get y/n’s number and left her a threatening message”.

Harry’s eyes widened. “Is she okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, I mean, she was when I left. And, Jones hasn’t reached out to say that’s changed… But, I just…. It’s hard to clear my mind and focus,” Tom admitted.

“I get that mate, but you can’t know what’s going on if you don’t ask,” Harry said. “So, instead of stressing for likely no reason, why don’t you text her between scenes and see what she’s up to?“ he suggested.

Tom smiled and hugged his brother. “That’s a great idea mate, thank you!” He held out his hand and waited for Harry to pass him his phone.

Harry chuckled and quickly took Tom’s phone from his pocket. “Here ya are,” he said with a playful eye roll.

“Oh,” Tom chuckled. He felt his cheeks flush as he looked at the last message from his girlfriend.

“Ewww, if that’s a sext, you need to get better at hiding your reaction,” Harry groaned.

Tom glared at Harry as he shook his head. “No!” He scolded. “Apparently she’s having a movie day…” Tom mumbled bashfully.

“Okay? And…?” Harry questioned.

Tom tilted his phone so Harry could see the text thread. His blush darkened as his brother laughed and shook his head at y/n's choice of movies for the day.

“You two are gross,” Harry teased. “Ready to try this scene again now?” He asked, trying to guide Tom back to set.

Tom smiled to himself. He quickly replied to y/n’s text and passed his phone back to Harry. “Yeah, I am now,” Tom nodded.

Y/n yawned as she rose from the floor. She’d made a blanket fort earlier to watch movies in. But now, her legs were numb and tingly from the position she’d been in. Y/n tiredly made her way to the kitchen for some snacks. While she hadn’t done much today, she was exhausted. It seemed doing nothing let her body realize how tired she’d been lately.

Y/n groaned lightly upon seeing that Tom had left a nearly empty milk carton in the fridge. She had just gotten groceries, not knowing they needed milk since the n carton was still in the fridge. Y/n made a mental note to get more milk tomorrow, or tonight after Tom got home from set. She poured the last of it in her cereal bowl before going to throw the carton away.

Only, as she went to place the carton in the garbage, y/n noticed it was full. She quickly calculated what day it was and realized it was garbage day. Y/n decided to go put on some slippers so she could take the garbage out.

Y/n returned to the kitchen and tied the trash bag closed. She smiled to herself knowing Tom wouldn’t have to deal with taking the bag out tonight when he got home and instead could relax. It was the least she could do since she knew he was worrying about her more than usual today.

Y/n disarmed the security system so that her opening the back door wouldn’t trip the alarm. That was the last thing Tom needed while trying to focus on his job. She was careful though to shut the door behind her and lock it so no one could enter while she was walking to the alley to dispose of the bag. Y/n figured it was overkill, but she knew Tom would be happier knowing she’d done it.

Y/n was sure to be quick with throwing the bag in the can outside. She smiled when she noticed their neighbors’ cans hadn’t been picked up yet; she hadn’t missed pickup. Y/n cautiously looked around before walking back to her apartment.

Y/n felt some anxiety as she unlocked her back door, feeling like someone could sneak up behind her. As a result, she quickly rushed inside and locked it again. Y/n let out a sigh and decided to refocus on her movie day, designating it as a seemingly needed distraction. She grabbed her bowl of sugary cereal with little milk and headed back to her blanket fort in the living room.

Y/n paused the movie, having thought she heard something in the kitchen. She peered into the kitchen doorway from her seat and didn’t see anything. Y/n wanted to go back to her movie, but her gut told her something wasn’t right.

Y/n elected it was safest to fully check on the sound she thought she heard. So, she grabbed her phone, pulling up the favorites section of her contacts as she anxiously made her way to the kitchen. She stopped halfway there, realizing she didn’t have anything to protect herself with. Unfortunately, her ideal choice of weapon would be found in the kitchen. Y/n settled for her keys, holding them in her other hand as she resumed her quest to find the source of the sound she’d heard.

A gasp escaped y/n’s mouth as she entered the kitchen. There was a pile of broken glass underneath the back door on the far side of the room. Y/n didn’t see anyone in the room but knew this wasn’t a good sign. She hadn’t been wrong about having heard a sound, nor about the need to check on it. And, considering the broken glass had come not too long after the voicemail incident, y/n was worried they were related.

Y/n didn’t want to take her eyes off the kitchen in case someone appeared, but she suspected she should call Jones. She blindly tried to pull up his number as she stared at the back door. Y/n cautiously walked towards the knife block, hoping to grab a better weapon than her keys. Except, before y/n could get to even the halfway point, someone’s hand reached in through the broken glass on the door and unlocked the handle.

Y/n looked around for an alternative weapon since she was too far from the knife block. But, she quickly ran out of time as the person had flung the door open and entered her apartment. Y/n’s eyes widened and she began to step back. She wanted to run but she didn’t want to aggravate the girl before her. Plus, the safest way to run would be to run outside, but the girl was blocking that door.

The intruder was wearing a homemade Tom Holland shirt, making it even more obvious she was the stalkerish fan. The girl’s hair and makeup was overly done up, as if she was going out on a date or to an event. She was glaring aggressively at y/n as she walked further into the kitchen.

Once y/n sensed she’d backed up enough to make it to the doorway to the living room, she turned and bolted from the kitchen. She scolded herself as she realized her blanket fort in the living room now provided a large obstacle, blocking her from easy access to the front door. Before y/n could decide if she could crash through the mess of blankets and furniture supporting them, she heard the fan’s loud footsteps running after her.

Y/n sharply turned the corner and started to the stairs. She looked down at her phone as she ran, clicking on Jones’ contact. Just as y/n’s finger went to press call, she felt a hand on her ankle. She screeched as she tugged her foot away and tried to stumble up the rest of the stairs.

Y/n kept running up the stairs as the fan angrily screamed her name. She once again tried to call Jones, only this time she tripped on one of Tom’s shoes that had been left on the staircase. In her attempt to not lose her balance and fall down the steps, y/n used her hand to push herself back up. Only, this caused her phone to slip from her hands and tumble down the stairs. Y/n fell to the ground as she turned to grab the device. Except, she wasn’t quick enough.

Y/n silently watched in terror as her lifeline bounced past the crazed fan on the stairs. She froze as she saw the glint of the knife the fan had in her hand. Y/n swallowed thickly and decided her best bet was to try and lock herself in the bathroom and scream; hoping the neighbors would hear and call the police. She quickly stood back up and turned around. “HELP!” Y/n shouted, hoping by chance a window was open.

“I just want to talk!” The fan replied, bouncing up the steps after y/n.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” Y/n yelled back, finally mounting the stairs. She rushed towards the bathroom at the end of the hall. A painful scratch on the back of her right shoulder caused y/n to stop. Y/n knew instantly from the way there were four simultaneous scratches that the fan had used her acrylic nails to scrape at y/n.

Y/n hissed in pain and spun around to try and fight off the fan. She fortunately still had her keys in her fist. As such, she lunged forward and dug them against the fan’s face. Y/n used the fan’s shock to turn and run the rest of the way to the bathroom.

As y/n tried to shut the bathroom door, she was blocked by the fan’s foot. “LEAVE ME ALONE!” she shouted, trying to shove the girl’s foot out of the way. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!”

“JUST LET ME TALK!” The fan argued, pushing against the bathroom door.

“I DON’T WANT TO TALK!” Y/n groaned. “WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU!” she asked, slamming the door repeatedly against the fan’s leg as the girl banged on the other side of the bathroom door.

“YOU STOLE MY ONE TRUE LOVE!” the fan screamed, the knife stabbing the door.

Y/n flinched backward as the knife sliced into the thin wooden door separating her from the crazy fan. During y/n’s brief reaction, the fan shoved the door open. Y/n fell backward onto the ground. She shouted again in desperation, praying someone heard her.

The fan stood over y/n with a furious expression. “YOU. STOLE. TOM. FROM. ME.” She seethed, leaning closer to y/n as she was flat on her back against the bathroom floor.

Y/n lifted her arms over her head to shield her face. “GO AWAY!” she shouted, kicking at the fan. Y/n gasped as the fan grabbed ahold of y/n’s hair. She used her keys to scratch the fan’s arm of the hand she was holding y/n with.

“STOP FIGHTING ME!” The fan complained, tugging on y/n’s hair. She used her other hand to try and pry the keys from y/n’s hand.

Y/n stared at the fan in bewilderment. “YOU’RE FUCKING CRAZY!” She cried, continuing her kicking and scratching. Y/n faintly heard her phone ringing from the other room. She silently pleaded with the universe for it to be Tom checking on her. If it was, she knew he’d send security over if she didn’t answer.

The crazed fan continued to fight with y/n until y/n spat at her in an attempt to get the girl to back up enough for y/n to get off the floor. The fan glared and hissed at y/n. “THAT’S IT!” She shouted, grabbing the knife from where she’d set it on the bathroom counter; out of reach from y/n. She dropped to her knees and placed the blade against y/n’s throat.

Y/n gulped as terror shot though every fiber of her being. She could keep using her keys, especially now that the girl was close enough for y/n to jab them into her eyes. Only, the knife against her throat made y/n worry the fan wouldn’t hesitate to push the blade into her as a response to such an attempt.

“Drop it, or I’ll make you regret it,” The fan threatened. She smirked when y/n shakingly let go of the keys.

“Okay…” y/n mumbled, wincing as her neck grazed against the knife’s blade as she spoke. “Y-you wanted to t-talk?” She asked rhetorically. “W-we can talk,” y/n offered. Hopefully, she could keep the fan talking long enough for help to reach her.

“No!” The fan scoffed. “I don’t want to talk,” she snarked.

Y/n tried to lean back from the blade, the firm tile of the bathroom floor not allowing her much relief. “B-but, you said-,” y/n argued.

“That was before this!” The fan shouted. She raised her non dominant hand, letting go of y/n’s hair.

Y/n noticed the blood dripping from the fan’s arm. She looked back up at the fan with fearful eyes. “Then… wha-what do you want?” Y/n asked, trying to slide backwards on the tile so she could at least use the wash to sit herself up.

“STOP MOVING YOU STUPID BITCH!” The fan scolded. “I love that man, but I swear he’s an idiot, I don’t how you tricked him into thinking he loves you, but I’m going to help him see the truth.”

Y/n’s eyes widened as she froze. She didn’t know what else there was to do at this point. She’d tried to fight but was out armed. She tried to scream but no one heard. She tried to call security but her phone fell. The only thing left was to try and get the crazy fan to drop her guard slightly.

“I… I… I’m sorry… I…” y/n lied, trying to appear weak and like the fan had cracked her. “What can I d-d-do?” She pleaded with fake tears. “H-how can I h-help? Please, I’ll do anything,” y/n fibbed.

“You- you want to help me?” The fan questioned hesitantly.

Y/n nodded, wincing as the blade scratched her skin. “I.. I had my fun…” she mumbled, hating herself for even lying about it. “I… you’re clearly better for him..”.

“Really?” The fan smiled. “You admit I’m better for Tom?” She asked dreamily.

Bingo. Y/n nodded faintly again, not wanting to say it.

The fan seemed to pick up on y/n’s reasoning. “Say it,” The fan barked.

“W-what?” Y/n questioned.

“Say that I’m better for Tom, that he’d be happier with me,” The fan ordered.

Y/n swallowed, the knot on her throat hitting the blade of the knife still pressed against her. She felt nauseous and her eyes prickled with tears. Tom was the actor, not y/n. But, she didn’t have much of a choice.

“Y-you’re better for Tom,” y/n mumbled. She hoped her shaky voice and watery eyes came across as fake remorse and sorrow for the fan rather than the fear and guilt she felt. When the fan stared at y/n expectantly, y/n fought the desire to tremble as she stared back in terror. “H-he… To-Tom,” y/n corrected herself not wanting to further upset the girl by being vague, “Tom would be happier with you”.

The fan smirked with pride. She tilted her head mockingly at y/n. “I’m glad you finally see it,” The fan commented. “Now, we just need to work on what you’ll say when he gets here.”

“What? He’s-he’s not coming,” y/n stated fearfully. She hoped she was right. She wanted Tom to call security, but she didn’t want Tom to get himself caught up in this dangerous situation.

“Of course he’s coming. He thinks he loves you,” the fan sighed. “He’s wrong, of course.” The fan rolled her eyes. “But no worry, because once we show him that you don’t actually love him like he deserves, he’ll choose me, his true love,” she grinned.

Y/n tensed. “S-show him… That I-“ she mumbled.

“You’ll see. You’re going to tell him that you don’t love him,” The fan explained.

“Or…” y/n whispered, her voice cracking. She knew she’d likely lost her ruse, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t want to be forced to lie to Tom; especially about this.

“Or, I’ll remove you from the picture myself,” the fan warned. “Then he’ll finally be all mine,” She smiled.

Y/n willed herself not to cry, she had to figure out a way out of this. There was no doubt even if y/n didn’t make of it, the girl would kill Tom too once she saw Tom wasn’t going to fall in love with her the way she thought. Y/n refused to let that happen. She needed to get her and Tom out of this.

Tom ran his hand down his face as he tried dialing y/n’s number again. He’d tried twice already with no response. Granted, they were back to back, so if she was busy with something, there’d been little time to finish and answer the phone. But surely, by him calling a third time, y/n would get the seriousness behind his calls and drop whatever she’d been doing.

Tom felt his whole body go numb as his third call went to voicemail. He closed his eyes as his fear reached an all time high. He looked around to tell someone he had to leave but didn’t see Harry in the hall. Tom didn’t want to waste anymore time so he decided to just leave.

Tom ran to the set door and grabbed his jacket, yanking his keys out before dashing out the door. He threw open his car door and jumped in. He quickly dialed Jones’s phone as he sped out of the parking lot. Tom sighed when Jones didn’t answer, maybe he was already with y/n then.

Tom was only seconds from their street when Jones called him back. “Is y/n okay?! Is she with you?!” He asked after hitting accept. Tom felt a chill rush through him when Jones stated he had no idea what Tom was talking about.

Tom quickly took the corner, speeding even more as he drove closer to his apartment. “Just meet me at my house, NOW!” He shouted as he pulled into the driveway. Tom vaguely noticed Jones commenting that he and another officer were on their way.

When he threw open the front door and didn’t hear an alarm go off, Tom felt his tears rising even more. He clumsily rushed past the blanket fort y/n had made in the living room. “Y/N?! LOVE?!” Tom yelled, moving further into the apartment.

Tom glanced in the kitchen to see if the back door showed any signs of damage. Since the front door was still locked and closed, he hoped he was overreacting. Maybe y/n was just taking a nap.

Tom’s tears fell down his cheeks as he found the broken glass and open back door. “No, no, no, no, no,” he mumbled. He rushed back to the living room. “Please,” Tom whimpered.

Tom went to go up the stairs, stopping when something cracked under his foot. He slowly raised his leg and looked down. He winced as he noticed it was y/n’s phone. Tom lifted it up and saw she’d pulled up Jones’s contact. He felt his heart drop as he faintly heard a struggle upstairs.

Tom threw y/n’s phone down and bolted up the staircase. “Y/N!!” He screamed, taking the stairs three at a time. “PLEASE ANSWER ME!” He pleaded breathily as he reached the top. Tom froze as his head snapped towards the bathroom.

“GET AWAY FROM HER!” Tom belted, sprinting to the end of the hall. “HEY!” He yelled, going to pull on the girl standing over his girlfriend. Tom’s breath hitched as he saw the blade pressed against y/n’s throat.

Tom froze as he stared in fear. He could see the terror and distraught in y/n’s eyes as she was pinned to the ground at knifepoint. Tom breath was shaky as his hands were fisted at his side. He tried to shoot his girlfriend a remorseful look, uncertain if she could see it from her angle. And then, he turned his eyes towards the girl holding her hostage as his eyes lit with fury.

“Back. Away. From. Her. Now.” Tom seethed, his jaw tight as he stared down the crazy fan.

“Tom! Oh my gosh,” The fan gushed. “Hi! Sorry for the mess, Uhh,” she giggled, “not to worry, I’m sure y/n will help clean it up after”.

Tom squinted harshly at the girl. “After? After what?” He asked dreadfully. He tried to look around the girl to see how y/n was doing. His eyes widened upon seeing drops of blood on the white tile flooring. Tom glanced back at the fan, “please. Whatever you want, it’s yours. Take it!” He pleaded.

“Is it money?” Tom questioned, “you can have it. Call my brother and he’ll help get it all out from the bank for you”.

Y/n tried to speak, but her voice was muffled as the fan pressed the flat edge against her more forcefully in warning. She squirmed and debated whether she should try and fight the fan off again now that Tom was here.

“Y/n,” Tom whimpered. “Don’t, please,” he begged, “I’ve got this”. Tom looked back towards the fan with his hands held up. “Just call him, his name is in my phone-".

“Harry, duh. I know your brother’s name, silly,” the fan laughed. “I know all their names! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t?!” She shook her head in disbelief.

Tom tried to resist looking confused as he slowly nodded. “Okay…” he mumbled, “so… then uhh,.. Yeah, call him and he’ll get you however much you want. It’s all yours. Just, let y/n go, please”.

“I don’t want your money,” the fan tsked.

“You.. you don’t?” Tom sighed in frustration. “Then wh-what do you want?” He asked hopelessly. “Merch? Harry can get that too. Ummm autographs? Tell me what to sign. Umm, do you want-“ Tom rambled, trying to find a solution.

The crazed fan pouted. “I don’t want anything from you babe,” she answered. “Relax, you don’t have to do anything Tommy bear.”

Tom’s breath wavered as he tried to keep his composure. “Then… then wh-why is my girlfriend on the-?” He stopped himself as the fan glared and turned to y/n, gripping the knife tighter. Tom realized his mistake; this fan claimed in her message that she thought she was his one true love.

“Ex,” the fan hissed, turning back to Tom. “Your ex-girlfriend,” she corrected.

Tom swallowed tensely. Even though the statement was false, it didn’t sit well with him. Even more concerning though was that he had no idea where the fan was going with all of this if she already decided y/n was his ex.

“Don’t worry sweetie,” The girl sighed with what sounded like sympathy. “You’re about to hear why that’s a good thing,” she said. “And I’ll be here to help you through it after.”

Tom opened his mouth to ask what exactly the girl meant when suddenly she was ordering y/n to sit up. He flinched forward instinctively when y/n struggled to get into a seated position. Tom only stopped himself when the fan pressed the knife closer to y/n’s skin, grazing it slightly. Ironically, he wanted to move towards y/n even more after that in order to get the knife away from her, but he knew any movement on his behalf could make things drastically worse in seconds; before he would have time to stop it.

Y/n rested her head against the wall of the bathroom. Her cheek brushed against the toilet paper holder installed beside her on the wall. She couldn’t get herself to look at Tom knowing what the fan was about to make her do. The fan had warned/instructed y/n on it prior to Tom’s arrival.

“Okay, speak,” The fan ordered. She moved infinitesimal to the side so Tom could see y/n clearly.

Y/n closed her eyes and shook her head. She no longer cared about the pain that came with such movement. Y/n felt her tears stream down her face as she tried not to shake. Her stomach was in knots and all she wanted to do was throw up.

“NOW!” The fan shouted, her anger rising at y/n’s lack of cooperation.

Tom flinched at the sudden outburst. He kept his eyes focused on his terrified girlfriend. He watched as her eyes opened and he nodded for her to comply with whatever the fan was saying to do. “Y-y/n, it’s okay, just say it,” Tom pleaded softly.

“See, Tom wants the truth,” the girl remarked. “Now,” she glared at y/n, “tell him”.

Y/n whimpered as she held eye contact with her boyfriend. She saw him silently begging her with his eyes to just do it. Y/n sniffled as she closed her eyes. “I… I… I can’t,” she resisted.

“Do it or I swear!” The girl screeched.

Tom saw the wild look in the girl’s eyes and his fear increased. “Y/n,” he whispered. “I.. I want to hear the truth,” Tom mumbled, playing along with whatever the fan was going for.

Y/n squeezed her eyes tighter and shook. She didn’t want to do this. “I… I don’t….” Y/n mumbled, stopping when the fan yelled for her to use full sentences. “I used you,” She lied.

The words tasted vile as y/n spoke her instructed words aloud. “I.. I don’t love you.” She cried, her resulting movement causing the edge of the blade to seep into her skin. “I-I-I never did. I never l-loved you,” y/n repeated as she’d been told to. She felt her body go limp in defeat after uttering the false but nonetheless hurtful words to Tom.

Tom knew what y/n was saying wasn’t true. But, he could see how badly it hurt her to just repeat them. Nonetheless, he knew he had to play along to get the crazy fan to let y/n go. Fortunately, Tom was already crying.

“O-oh,” Tom whispered with pretend shock. “I… I thought…” he sighed, stepping back in hopes the fan would follow him.

“It’s okay,” the fan soothed. “It’s okay Tommy bear, I’m here for you.” “You don’t need her, I can show you what real love is,” she promised.

Tom noticed the fan had moved closer to him, further from y/n. She was still between the two of them with the knife, but it was no longer at y/n’s throat. Tom wiped his eyes dramatically with a frown. “But… I just…. I can’t believe…” he murmured, taking another few steps down the hall.

The fan sighed. “I know, it’s cruel,” she agreed, “but, aren’t you glad to find out before it was too late?”

Tom shrugged as he yet again moved back some, the fan unconsciously following him. He tried to shoot y/n a sign to be ready to run when the girl eventually exited the bathroom, but y/n wasn’t looking at him. He sighed and quickly improvised. “It’s just…y/n,” Tom whimpered, the fan pouting as he seemingly cried over y/n’s ‘declaration’.

Y/n looked up at hearing Tom say her name. She noticed the way he immediately made eye contact with her and then shifted his gaze to the floor. Y/n looked around and realized the crazy chick and Tom had stepped further into the hall. She was no longer at knifepoint.

Y/n quietly slid her hand toward the keys she’d abandoned earlier. She mentally thanked the girl for being stupid enough to not kick them away. Once she had the keys in reach, y/n took a deep breath as she thought of a game plan. She had to be careful, she didn’t want Tom getting stuck in the crossfire or for the fan to flip out on him in retaliation.

Y/n glanced back up at Tom as she heard him still mumbling about his shock over her statement. In doing so, she noticed a shadow in the staircase. Something she assumed the fan hadn’t seen due to staring crazily at Tom. Y/n took one last deep breath before she silently moved for the keys.

Y/n held the keys in her hands and tried to give Tom a warning glance. She then got onto her knees and leaned forward until she dug the keys into the girl’s leg. Y/n nearly vomited at the force she had to use to puncture the girl’s leg more than just a scratch. But, it was enough for her to get the girl to spin away from Tom.

As the fan turned on y/n, Tom rushed forward to try and grab the knife.

Y/n threw herself back to the ground as she prepared for the knife to contact her.

Before Tom could reach the crazy girl, he heard a buzzing sound and the girl fell to her knees, the knife hitting the ground beside y/n. He snapped his head behind him and saw his security guards standing there, one of whom had tased the fan.

Tom tried to run to y/n but one of the guards stopped him. The one with the taser sidestepped him, likely going to grab the crazy girl. But Tom pushed past both of them and ran to the bathroom. He jumped over the spasming fan in the doorway and fell to his knees beside y/n.

Tom sighed as he saw Y/n was still hunched over, waiting for the impact. “I-It’s just m-me, love,” he whispered tenderly before cautiously placing a hand on her back. When she flinched, he pulled his hand back. But, as y/n turned to look up at him with tears in her eyes, he pulled her to his chest.

“Shhhhh I’ve got you,” Tom cooed, rocking y/n lightly. “You’re safe.” “I’m so sorry”. He repeated these words and similar sentiments as they both cried and held onto each other. Tom faintly heard his security taking the girl away, but he didn’t look away from y/n.

“T-t-To-T-To-“ y/n mumbled, tears still flowing down her face.

“Shhh, you don’t have to talk,” Tom assured her, delicately wiping her cheeks. “I’m here, it’s okay now.”

Y/n shook her head as another sob left her body. “I-I… I didn’t mean it!” She cried. “I swear, T-Tom. I didn’t mean any of what s-she-“.

Tom frowned and pulled y/n back to his chest. He rested his lips on the top of her head as he sighed. “I know darling, I know,” he told her. “I know she made you say it,” Tom acknowledged.

Y/n fisted Tom’s shirt as she cried into his chest. “I … I didn’t… I didn’t want to say it…” she cried. “I didn’t mean it. I swear. I didn’t mean it.” Y/n repeated.

Tom listened respectfully as y/n kept repeating herself. He pressed loving kisses to her scalp as he waited for her to calm down. After a few minutes, Tom began replying with a quiet, “I know” each time y/n promised she hadn’t meant what she said.

Tom didn’t know how long this continued. To him it felt like an eternity having to hear y/n’s choked sobs and needless apologies. But, he noticed she suddenly went quiet. Tom cautiously cupped y/n’s face and tilted it so he could see her eyes.

“I love you,” y/n promised. She gazed up into Tom’s eyes and sniffled. “I love you.”

Tom smiled softly at y/n before giving her a quick kiss. “I love you too,” he whispered.

Y/n took Tom’s face in her hands and needily pulled him in for a longer kiss. She closed her eyes as she sunk her fingers into his hair and held him close. Y/n felt a few more tears leave her eyes as she savored the taste of Tom’s lips.

“Are you hurt?” Tom asked when they pulled back, resting his forehead on y/n’s.

“I.. I don’t think so,” y/n mumbled.

“I...-there was… is…blood on the floor,” Tom argued worryingly.

Y/n pulled back and looked over at the spots Tom was referencing. “Oh, I.. I think that’s hers,” she admitted. “I kinda tore up her arm before you got here,” y/n said, eyeing her keys.

Tom hummed and smiled faintly. “I’m so p-proud of you,” he told y/n. He saw y/n’s disagreement and shook his head. “You kept yourself alive until help could come,” Tom argued. “I s-saw you tried to call Jones, you ran, you fought back, you did what you needed to do to survive.”

Y/n sniffled. “I didn’t want to say that… I shouldn’t have-“.

Tom sighed. “I know you didn’t, and I’m sorry you had to. But that’s just it, you had to,” He pointed out. “I know you didn’t mean it. I’m not hurt or mad. I’m thankful you did what you needed to do. I’m thankful you were so strong,” Tom whimpered lightly.

Y/n flattened her lips and nodded. “I’m just glad you’re here. Thank you for c-coming for me.”

“Always. Now, are you sure-” Tom began, stopping suddenly. He abruptly stood up and carefully pulled y/n up with him. “Your neck,” he muttered, gently tilting her chin up for a better view.

“Shit,” Tom hissed, upset he’d momentarily forgotten about seeing the knife slice y/n’s neck. He eyed the thin line with a deep frown. “We need to get you to the hospital.”

Y/n huffed. “Tom, please, I just… I just wanna lay down and sleep,” she cried.

Tom sucked in his lips and nodded in understanding. “Okay. You will,” he promised. “Just after you get that cut looked at,” Tom declared. “Don’t worry, I’m going with you,” he said upon seeing the fear return to y/n’s eyes.

“You didn’t tell me she clawed your back,” Tom sighed, squeezing y/n’s hand as the doctor gave y/n a tetanus booster shot.

“I forgot,” y/n laughed humorously. She sighed, “doesn’t really hurt too much though”.

Tom nodded. “And your throat?” He questioned, eyeing the bandage covering her neck.

“That one hurts like a bitch,” y/n admitted with a quiet laugh. “But, I’ll be fine,” She promised. “But…Tom…. I….” y/n trailed off.

“You what, love?” Tom inquired.

“I don’t really… umm..” y/n sighed and cleared her throat. She immediately winced at the pain that shot through her as a result. Y/n huffed and looked back at Tom, who was watching her with a sorrowful look. “I don’t want to go home… I… I know she’s gone… but…”

Tom nodded rapidly, squeezing y/n’s hand again. “We’re not going back there,” He promised. “W-when the police are umm,… done with their stuff… I’ll have Harry hire some people to help move our stuff out,” Tom stated.

Y/n smiled appreciatively at how Tom had already considered her not wanting to go back there after tonight. “But… Where are we going to stay? You are staying with me still, right?” She asked nervously.

“Of course!” Tom promised. “For now, I can take time off and we can go back to London. Or, we’ll get a hotel or new apartment until the show wraps. Whatever you want darling,” he comforted.

“You need to finish-“ y/n began. She noticed Tom was about to argue with her so she smiled and shook her head. “I want you to finish. But I won’t argue to you taking a few days off right now,” she admitted bashfully.

Tom sighed with relief, not wanting to go back to work just yet. More so, not wanting to be away from y/n again just yet. “Okay, so new place it is, we’ll get a hotel for tonight,” he decided. “Then, figure it out from there,” Tom said softly.

Y/n nodded and smiled lightly at Tom. “Can we go now?” She asked.

Tom chuckled quietly. “Once you’re cleared, darling,” he said, looking at the doctor.

“You’re all patched up, let me just get the discharge paperwork for you to sign and the at-home instructions to take care of your wounds,” the doctor offered with a sympathetic smile. “Then you’re free to go,” he told the couple as he left the room.

Y/n sighed and squeezed Tom’s hand. She was beyond ready to get out of the hospital. To be somewhere comfortable and safe. With Tom.

“In addition to the guards outside,” Tom said, nodding his head towards the door to y/n’s emergency room where a few of his security were. “I tasked Harry with booking the safest hotel he can find. I’m also going to have guards on each entrance to the hotel, and one outside watching our room if we have a patio, and a couple in the hallway by our door, they’ve been told they’ll be working around the clock, and-“ he rambled.

“Tom, I appreciate all of that,” y/n confessed. “But… She’s been arrested. I don’t think we need that many…” she argued.

Tom nodded. “You’re probably right. But… I know you keep saying it’s not my fault….” He sighed. “But, I can’t help it… please just let me do this for you, until things settle down?”

Y/n smiled warmly and nodded. “Okay, thank you.”

“Tom, you can sleep now, we’re safe,” y/n promised, snuggling into his side as he held her.

“I know,” Tom whispered. “I just want to stay awake and just hold you for a bit,” he confessed. “But, please, rest darling, you’ve had a terribly long day,” Tom pleaded, kissing y/n’s forehead.

Y/n hummed quietly as she breathed in Tom’s cologne. “I love you,” she whispered, melting into his embrace.

“I love you too,” Tom replied, smiling down at y/n. “Thank you for being such a fighter today,” he added, tenderly running his thumb over the space between her brows to soothe her. Tom grinned to himself as he watched y/n quickly drift off to sleep. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if things had gone differently today, but he was glad he didn’t have to find out.

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Summary: Everybody forgot who Peter Parker was. All his world tunerd grey until he met you and you started dating. It could have been perfect if it wasn't for the fact that MJ comes back and, surprise! She remembers EVERYTHING.

Warnings: Pure Angst!, fluff!, swearing, some little descriptions of sex. +18

Author's note: This happens after 'No way home' so it can be considered as spoiler if you haven't watched the movie.

CHAPTERS:

One - It Has Always Been Her

Two - Tick Tock

Three - Take Me Back To The Day We Met

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TAGLIST: NEW TAGLIST FORM HAS BEEN CREATED! CLICK HERE TO FILL IT OUT! SUMMARY: You want so badly to impress Tom’s mother, but unknowingly insult her instead when you try using proper English slang.

“Okay, I’ve got the salad tossed, the bread in its basket, the silverware laid…what am I missing?” Tom’s mother bustles in between the kitchen and dining room to admire her work and seek out any adjustments. It is safe to say she is antsier for the arrival of Tom’s partner than he is. The same goes for the rest of his family, who are waiting in anticipation in the living area.

“All we’re missing is Tom’s new bird…” Harry chides from his position on the couch, before taking a whiff of his younger brother sitting beside him. “And some deodorant for Paddy.” Harry’s nose crinkles in disgust at the odor reeking from the adolescent.

“It’s musk. The girls dig it.” Paddy sighs, nestling further into the couch.

“We’re here to make a good impression on Tom’s girlfriend, not poison her.” Nikki tries shielding her giggle whilst saying ‘girlfriend’ and spares a stern face at her son from the entryway to the living area. “Paddy, go put on some deodorant.”

“But—“ the young man tries intervening.

“Patrick,” his mother warns, earning some “oohs” from the surrounding audience. Sam and Harrison also resided in the living room, dressed to impress and musk-free in expectation of Y/N. Paddy sighs and defeatedly trudges a path to his bedroom.

“Napkins!” Nikki gasps, snapping her fingers before turning her attention to the others waiting. “Would any of you boys like to help me?”

“Not it.” Harrison brings the tip of his pointer finger to his nose.

“Not it.” Harry follows.

Sam, the most mature of the bunch, simply rolls his eyes with an accepting smile. “I’ll help you, mum.” He follows her back into the kitchen, while Nikki calls back to Tom.

“Is she close?” As she finishes her query, Tom’s phone begins jingling with your designated ringtone.

Truly, madly, deeply, I am

Foolishly, completely falling

And somehow you’ve–

“Simp!” His younger brother hoots from a few feet away. Tom ignores his comment and answers your call with a newfound flush on his cheeks.

“Hey love, you close?”

“Yeah, the driver estimates another five minutes. Sorry, I’m running behind, my flight landed late. I hope the food’s not getting cold.” He can sense your cringe on the other side of the phone and attempts to settle your nerves.

“You are fine darling. Just make sure to compliment my mom’s cooking and mention how young she looks for her age. You’ll have her blessing in no time.” Tom advises with a hearty laugh.

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“You must be Y/N! Welcome in, how are you doing dear? How was your flight? Would you like a cuppa or a place for your coat?” The barrage of questions being heaved at you by Tom’s mother is overwhelming, but nothing you can’t handle. You meet her in the middle of the door for a gentle hug.

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you. Tom never told me he had a sister.” You catch sight of your boyfriend a few feet away and send him a wink. Judging by his tapping foot and wiggling fingers, it is clear he is also itching for an embrace with you. Nevertheless, he offers a supportive thumbs up.

“Oh, please! You’re giving me too much credit. I’m his mother, Nikki.”

“Well, you could have fooled me.” Only seconds after being invited in is when Tom takes the chance to envelop you in his arms and press a small kiss to the top of your hair.

“I should have picked you up from the airport.” He mumbles against the crown of your head. “I would have had time to brief you. My mom’s a proper interviewer to anybody we try bringing home.” You squeeze him just as tight in reassurance.

“I think I’ll be fine. We’re already on a first-name basis.” You cheer excitedly in a whisper. “Besides, I didn’t want to take time away from you and your family. They probably missed you tons.”

“Stupid Tom…Harry…bloody deodorant…I’ll wear my musk if I want to…” Paddy mutters the insults during his trek into the kitchen, not even stopping to introduce himself.

“Yep, really feeling the love.” Fortunately, the twins and Harrison are kind enough to spare you a greeting. You felt less confident in your social skills around Sam, because like Nikki, it was your first time meeting him. He appeared to take kindly to you, though. Everything was going swimmingly, up until dinner. Specifically, when Nikki placed the large serving of bangers and mash in the center of the table.

“Oh, yes!” Harrison cheers from his seat, pumping a fist into the air.

“A classic. You can’t beat it.” Sam shakes his head. You could spot Paddy trying not to drool once the aroma hit his nostrils.

“She follows my great grandmother’s recipe down to every detail. It’s her best dish. People just can’t get enough once they try it. Here, I’ll fix your plate.” Tom whispers from his seat beside you. You squeeze his thigh in appreciation as he leans over the table to fix your plate first. While he does this you start a conversation with Nikki from across the table, providing her answers to questions she would otherwise try getting from Tom’s numerous stories featuring you.

You wasted no time bringing a forkful of the dish into your mouth when everyone’s plate looked full and ready for devouring. The flavorful masterpiece that is Nikki’s cooking made you moan in delight and lean back against your chair. After all, nothing could beat a home-cooked meal.

“How is it, love?” There were so many ways to complement a chef’s cooking. And a million more options played out in your head on how to flatter Tom’s mother further, despite the fact that you were doing a pretty good job thus far. You recall the several times the boys threw out some English jargon in conversations and figured you had a grasp on most of the definitions pretty well. You knew what a cuppa was the moment Tom’s hand grasped the mug and tea kettle. The rest of what they say daily isn’t a difficult vernacular to learn.

“Nikki, this dish is minging!” You exclaim.

Immediately, Tom is coughing the bite of food that will no longer sit well in his stomach. Harry’s eyes go wide from across the table and the only sound that follows is a brisk gasp and Paddy’s fork clinking against his plate.

“You…you mean that?” Her voice wavers, but you don’t catch it. You are too confident in your endeavor to please her, you keep going.

“Absolutely!” A thick tension drowns the room when her eyes leave yours in exchange for her son’s, sitting directly to your left. Her stare hardens into something insulted.

“Thomas…” Tom’s eyes shift down to you, eyebrows furrowing.

He demands, “Y/N, what are you doing?”

“What? I’m being honest! The dish is minging.” You spare an innocent smile, but it looks sinister from Nikki’s viewpoint.

“Leave.” Nikki orders from her spot at the table, fighting back tears. You and Tom both look at her in surprise.

“Excuse me?” You gulp.

“I said leave. I will not allow you to sit here and slag off about my cooking. Thomas, how could you bring such an inconsiderate–”

“Inconsiderate?” You scoff. “Saying your dish is minging is a compliment.” At that moment, you swore you saw a hell flame spark in the woman’s eyes.

“Y/N!” Tom mutters in a scolding manner, now looking gutted by your words. The same expression can be found in the other patrons at the table, making you all the more confused.

“What? Did I do something wrong?”

“You did something wrong when you stepped through our front door thinking you could call my grandmother’s recipe disgusting and get away with it.” Nikki barks with folded arms.

“Disgusting?” You whimper. “N-no. I said it was minging.” you puncuate your last word clearly and loudly, making the cringe on Tom’s face that much more obvious.

“Yeah. we heard you the first time, Y/N.” Harry quips, scratching at the back of his neck nervously.

“Then, where’d you get the impression that I think it’s disgusting? This is one of the best dishes I’ve had.” You defend, still perplexed by the faces of concern spread around the table.

“If it's the best dish you’ve ever had then why’d you call it minging?” Tom questions from beside you.

“Because it is!” This spurred Nikki to release another frustrated huff. “Minging means good, no?” As soon as your ask hits the air, the entire atmosphere changes. Nikki unfolds her arms with quirked eyebrows. Harry and Harrison begin their own muttered conversation while Tom begins chuckling beside you.

“Wait, wait..” he shakes his head, curls flopping about. “You think minging means…” he trails off, allowing you to finish.

“Good. It means good.” Nikki’s demeanor changes completely. The woman who, seconds ago thought you were beckoning her wrath, falls into a fit of giggles. Harry and Harrison follow shortly thereafter, and Paddy follows suit.

“What’s going on?” You turn to face Tom, who is also harmonizing in the boisterous laughs.

“You…you think…think that minging is a compliment?!” he sputters out through pants of laughter.

“Yeah…is it not?”

“Darling, minging means the exact opposite. You just called my mum's food disgusting!” Tom shakes his head before joining in his family’s laughter once more. Meanwhile, your mouth falls open in awe at your blunder. A viscous heat overcomes your body as you sink further in your chair, mouthing a sincere apology to Nikki sitting across the table. Tears from the unexpected laughing fest glisten in the corners of her eyes as she consoles you from her spot at the table.

“That’s quite alright, dear. I haven’t laughed that much in a while.” She rests a hand against her chest, right above her heart, and sucks in a few deep breaths.

“Forgive me. I guess I got lost in translation back there.” You shyly tuck a piece of hair behind your ears.

“Help me with the dishes, and we’ll call it even.”

♡♥︎♡♥︎♡

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean any harm by what I said. I’ve heard Tom use the term a few times with my cooking and…” You sigh in defeat, taking the soaking wet plate from Nikki’s hand.

“You didn’t know any better. It’s alright, we all have our cock-ups.” You turn to her with raised eyebrows. “I mean, mistakes. As for your cooking,” she passes you another plate to dry, “I could lend you a few tips.”

“I’d love that.” You turn your attention away from your hushed conversation to hear the boys in the living room, still cackling about your previous blunder.

“Any tips on how to get my boyfriend to stop laughing at me?”

Nikki smirks.

A few minutes later, you stomp into the living room and point accusingly at Tom, who is sitting on the couch. “Quit laughing at me, or there will be no snogging for a month!” Immediately, Tom’s lips come together.

“Done.” He says, joined by his brother’s voices and Harrison’s, who are all harboring cheeky smiles.

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Breaking News: 'How to Train Your Dragon' Live-Action Remake Announces Hiccup and Astrid Cast - Fans Are Losing Their Minds!

Breaking News: 'How to Train Your Dragon' Live-Action Remake Announces Hiccup and Astrid Cast - Fans Are Losing Their Minds! Breaking News: 'How to Train Your Dragon' Live-Action Remake Announces Hiccup and Astrid Cast - Fans Are Losing Their Minds! Introduction The world is eagerly waiting for the new vibe of "How to Train Your Dragon" live-action remake. Recently, the cast for the two lead roles of Hiccup and Astrid has been announced, and fans are losing their mind over it. The announcement has made a huge buzz in the entertainment industry, and everyone is looking forward to seeing how the new cast performs on the big screen. The Cast Jay Baruchel, who voiced Hiccup in the original animated version, won't reprise his role in the live-action film as he reportedly lost in the casting against a newcomer. The role of Hiccup will instead be played by the talented actor from Belfast, Thomas Stanley Holland. Holland is popularly known for his role as Spider-Man in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. He has already won the hearts of millions of fans worldwide, and his fans are eagerly anticipating his appearance in the new 'How to Train Your Dragon' film. Joining Holland in the lead role is Anya Taylor-Joy, who will be portraying Astrid. Taylor-Joy is a well-known and critically acclaimed actress, having already starred in hit movies like 'Split' and 'The Queen's Gambit.' Her superb acting skills and dedication to her craft have already earned her numerous accolades and respect from the industry. The Plot of the Film The plot of the live-action remake, as of right now, is still unknown, and the entertainment industry is tight-lipped about what fans can expect. However, it's likely that the film will follow the same storyline as the animated version, but with an added layer of realism and human emotions. The live-action remake is expected to be a visual treat, considering the impressive and stunning set designs in the animated version. Moreover, with the updated technology and filmmaking techniques, we can expect the live-action remake to achieve new heights of cinematic excellence. The Impact on Fans and Entertainment Industry The announcement of the 'How to Train Your Dragon' live-action remake and the cast has sparked widespread excitement among the fans. Fans are already speculating what the new film may bring, and which new technologies will be used to enhance their viewing experience. Moreover, the announcement has also sparked a lot of interest and buzz within the entertainment industry. The film, if done well, could potentially start a new trend in Hollywood where animated films can be reimagined into realistic and visually stunning live-action adaptations. Conclusion In conclusion, with the official announcement of the cast for the 'How to Train Your Dragon' live-action remake, fans and the entertainment industry are eagerly anticipating what's to come. The talented actors Thomas Stanley Holland and Anya Taylor-Joy are expected to bring a new level of excellence to their roles, and fans worldwide are excited to see how they will interpret them on the big screen. With the new technology and techniques used in filmmaking, we can only imagine what new heights of cinematic excellence the live-action remake of 'How to Train Your Dragon' will achieve. #NEWS Read the full article

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The Hating Game mob!Tom x mob!reader Part 5

"I do gotta say thats a hell of a last words to hear" Harrison says you all laugh. "We'll be in the van you guys get this cleaned up" Everyone nods. On the way to the van Tom speaks up "So did you really mean everything you said" You nod "Yes" You about to walk into the van but Tom grabs your arm and spins you back. "I know I couldn't say it the night you wanted me to it was because I was scared and I'm not scared anymore I know your the only woman I'll love for the rest of my life, I love you Y/n"

"I love you too Tom" You both kiss "Would it be crazy to go to Vegas and get married I understand we just got together but I've waited my whole life for this" You shocked "Are you proposing" Tom reaches into his back pocket and gets on one knee with a ring you gasp. "Now I am, Y/n I know we just got together but I've wanted to marry you since we were kids and I understand if you want to put it off-" You cut him off "Yes, Yes I'll marry you" He puts the ring on your finger and kisses you "I never thought I would marry you the same the day I got with you" You both laugh "Neither did I until about 5 minutes ag-" You go to kiss him but he pulls away. "What's a matter" He looks at you with a look of disgust. "You kissed Stanley" You roll your eyes. "Really Tom"

"What!? I don't want to be kissing your ex-husband!" You laugh "Who knew the dangerous second most feared mobster was a big, soft dork" He walks closer to you where your back is against the car. "Who knew the dangerous first most feared mobster would ever fall in love with someone like me" You smile and Tom kisses you. "We'll leave for Vegas tomorrow night your gonna come live with me right" You smile "I can't wait for tomorrow and yes but I'm not leaving my men behind once we're married it won't be mine and yours its going to be our men and our assiant partner in crimes" Tom nods "I agree wait does that mean I get to boss Taylor around" You roll your eyes. "No you are going to start being nicer to Harrison"

"I'm nice to Harrison" You scoff "You need to be nicer there are times you take stuff out on him" You raise an eyebrow at him "Fine" You smile "Thank you" You kiss him when. "Ewww really come on really" Taylor and Harrison said that at the same time. "We're engaged @**h0l3s" Tom teases you "What happened to being nicer" You give Tom the finger. "Oh trust me the second we get home" Your eyes go wide. "Thomas! Not infront of Harrison and Taylor jesus have so dignity"

"Should I wait to tell you what his middle name is" You look at Tom confused. "What does Harrison mean" Tom shakes his head. "Thomas Stanley Holland" As soon as Harrison said that. "Oh for fucks sake" When Taylor says that you laugh. "At least this Stanley knows how to fuck" Both Harrison and Taylor make a disgust noise. "We've heard enough about Tom fucking you for one night" You and Tom laugh.

You guys go home and true to his word Tom picks you up throws you over his shoulder and runs to the house with you laughing. He sets you on the bed and kisses you. "The second I seen you walk out in this I've wanted to rip it off of you I hated the idea of any other man seeing you like this" He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear "You know when he started kissing me I tried to imagine it was you the whole time but it was hard considering how bad he was." He mumbles against your neck. "Don't worry princess I'll show you what a good fuck is supposed to feel like."

[angeli-marco-writes]

Tom Holland - Despite

A/N & WC - Any hate on this piece will be deleted and blocked. As someone who suffers from various health conditions, I decided to write this on my own experiences, but to make this a freer read, I omitted any mention of a diagnosis. Third person reader. I do not know Tom (or any of his brothers mentioned in this), nor do I claim to: this is, first and foremost, a work of fiction. 7.4k.

Warnings - Time spent in hospital for physical health reasons, spoonie!reader, panicked Tom, mentions of: surgery, needles, eeg, ecg, mri, blood, needles, fainting, drips, etc. Mention of underage drinking (not reader or Tom), legal drinking, crying, slight swearing, angst, Five Feet Apart ref, and sad talk about health. Very fluffy overall.

Summary - Tom is a fretful boyfriend at the best of times, and this is only exacerbated by your emergency admission to hospital, a great surprise to him after you elected not to tell him about your health issues.

“TOM, CALM DOWN, I’m sure her phone just died,” Sam explains, attempting to keep his voice calm and his words rational. It’s proving excessively difficult with Tom’s level of agitation.

“You don’t get it. I haven’t heard from her since yesterday afternoon. She said she was having an early night and I— what if she’s dead? What if she doesn’t love me?”

Harry almost laughs, clutching his beer bottle between his hands, the label peeling off. Tom’s frantic, though, his eyes wide and crazy, his hair now greasy from the amount of times his fingers have carded through it.

“Your priorities are fucked mate,” he says with a half chuckle, “but really, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“What if she isn’t?” Tom begs, carding his fingers viciously through his chestnut curls once again, only to slam his palms down on the marble countertop.

The boys all gravitated to the kitchen fifteen minutes ago for a top up of beer before sticking on another shite movie, but after Tom had a sip of something stronger, he lost all his cool the second he pulled his phone up and saw no new notifications from his girlfriend. It’s a rare night, the four brothers together, with Tom and Harry so often travelling, Paddy snowed under with GCSE work, and Sam’s job, so they try to steer away from girlfriends in order to truly appreciate their quality guy time. Tonight that hasn’t gone to plan, now with all four of them nursing yet another bottle, chatting, leaning around the kitchen island.

“I’ve called her, I’ve texted her, I’ve emailed her. Why won’t she pick up? I even drove by her place and got no reply.”

“Maybe there’s a family thing going on...” Sam suggests, trailing off when he sees the numbers flashing red—both literally and metaphorically—on Tom’s screen. “Seventy texts, forty two calls and ten emails? Tom, that’s not okay.”

“Shut up.” Tom bites.

“He has a point,” Paddy and Harry say, but receive death glares from Tom.

For ten minutes they go over the exact same argument, the same point, the same conversation and defences. Paddy has downed more than his sixteen-year-old system can deal with, while Sam and Harry are so close to smacking their heads on the marble of the countertop. Tom’s thumb is hovering over y/n’s name again when possibly the loudest ring they’ve heard resounds through the room. Tom presses answer in less than a second, yanking his phone to his ear as though it’s his life support.

“Baby?! What’s wrong where are you?” he asks manically, his words so sharp yet so soft, the perfect chaotic dichotomy.

She chuckles softly, a swell sound down the line that should soothe him a little, but it’s not her laugh, it’s mirthless and cold.

“I’m sorry, my phone only just came on, I’ve been trying to charge it, but it’s been naff for hours. I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls, I’m not even supposed to be doing this.”

“Why?!” all the boys chorus at once, intrigue piqued.

“Um, I was rushed to hospital semi-conscious?” She breezes past it. “I’ve only got onto the ward in the past couple hours or so, having spent the day being triaged. It’s fine, it happens a lot.”

Instant panic settles over them all. As it so turns out, Harry and Sam were most certainly under reacting, whereas Tom was—sadly—along the right lines. Paddy was along the right lines, too, and closer to the mark, perhaps he’s the level-headed one of the family. He tips his bottle, and heads to the fridge, not even opening it before the back of his t-shirt is seized by Sam, and he’s tugged back to the rest of them instead. Or not. Still, wide eyed, they look to Tom imploringly, the lines of his face tight, his free hand contorted in a painful fist.

“What the fuck?! Are you okay? I’m coming over right now, I do—”

“Tom you can’t,” she says calmly. “Visiting hours are over, it’s late, I want to sleep. I’m fine here, they’re taking care of me, I’ve got all my essentials. Stay with the boys, I know how excited you were for tonight.”

That’s true, since the date was fixed, it’s all he’s talked about. Y/N even made her own plans with friends to give him the chance to see his brothers without worrying about his girl.

“Y/n, I’m not just leaving you. You call me up at 10 at night to tell me you’re in hospital and spent the day unconscious and you expect me to sit here doing nothing—” he scoffs, a sad, derisive sound that sends chills straight to her core. “You can’t ask that of me.”

“Yes I can,” she snaps. “I’ll explain more at another point. I can’t be arsed with this right now, I’m so fatigued it’s unreal. If you can’t be sensible and respect my wishes and the hospital rules then I don’t know what to tell you. Can one of the boys talk some sense into you? I don’t have the fucking energy.”

Tom stills into silence, dropping his phone onto the counter as his grip naturally loosens. Almost instantly, following her (perfectly reasoned) outburst, tears begin to fall. Hot, fat drops of water splash onto the counter and his hoodie and his excessively cracked phone screen, distorting her name.

“Tom I didn’t mean—” she begins, her voice little more than a breathy whisper.

“It’s okay y/n I get it. Just get well soon, yeah? I wanna visit you, but if that’s not what you want...”

Her deep sigh reverberates down the line. The boys share an anxious glance: before Tom got so het up, she was ready to brush it off as though it was nothing, but now she’s really agitated, her fiddling with the white sheets audible down the line.

“It is. Just not right now. I’ll text you in the morning when I’ve seen the doctor, ok? I need to sleep when I’m tired with all these wires.”

As all three boys share a concerned look, Tom chokes back a sob, his head in his hands, barely regulating his tenor voice to keep the shake under control. “Okay baby. I love you. I love you so much.”

She bristles a little. “Love you too Tom. G’night.”

The next thing either of them knows, he’s melted into a pile of tears and little more, collapsing onto the floor with his hands obsessively carding through his hair again. Sam snatches the phone from the counter and wipes the tears off while Harry curls an arm around his older brother, allowing his own shirt to be dampened by the tears. Paddy, unsure of what to do, turns the tap on and gets them all a glass of water.

“Y/n? Don’t call him in the morning, no offence but your voice sounds... frail. Tom’s weak. Do you really want him to visit?”

“Yes, please,” she professes, “but do you think he can handle it? I tell him I’m in hospital and this happens.”

“I’ll be frank with you, no. He’s fine when visiting kids hospitals for charity work because usually, he’s acting, but when there were any of us in hospital, he... couldn’t do it.”

“Fuck.” She exhales, attempting to run a hand through her hair, only for her fingers to get tangled in glue and wires.

“But, I also think he’ll be worse if he can’t see you. I’ve scarcely seen him in such a state. I don’t know what to do.”

“Can you text me and keep me updated on how he is and whether he can visit then? 2-4 are visiting times, if you think he can cope.”

“Done. Just text him and say you can’t talk, because I don’t think he can take another phone call if he’s visiting. He doesn’t fare well with hospitals.”

“Yeah I didn’t expect him to. Would it be worth one of you coming along?”

“If that’s what you want.”

“See how he is. I’m in the city hospital, general admissions ward 5. Tell him not to worry, this happens all the time.”

“Why… why haven’t you told him before?” Sam asks in a gentle tone, tentatively pressing the point with great respect and sensitivity: y/n has always had a soft spot for Sam because of how sensible he is, ever vigilant.

“Because my health is a burden,” she states, like it’s as plain as day, plucking at the plaster around her finger. “Tom’s spectacular, he’d only be tied down if he knew. And look at the state he’s in when I’m only here for some monitoring after a mild flare.”

“Fair point,” answers Sam, ever the rational one. “Our thoughts are with you, and we’re sending love, all of us.”

“Thank you. Don’t let him drink any more, yeah?”

“On it, boss,” he chuckles.

Her demeanour softens, a yawn breaking from her. “Thanks Sam.”

With that, she ends the call, but in the mere space of seconds, the beeping machines and the irritation of the wires are beyond insignificant as the day catches up to her and draws her into a deep sleep. Much to her own surprise, she doesn’t even stir every two hours when they come to poke and prod her and take her vitals. Tom may not be used to it, and it’ll take a damn lot of explaining, but this is the life y/n is accustomed to.

*

It ended up being a great struggle to get Tom into bed, and an even greater wrestle to get him away from the lager. The only set rule of boys night: no one gets too drunk. It makes life so much easier for them all, but frankly, they realised, halfway up the stairs with Tom effing and blinding, whacking out and attempting to hit them, that a drunk Tom would be far easier to deal with than an angry, upset Tom. However, eventually, between the three of them, Tom lands in bed just after midnight, his eyes rarely tearing from his phone screen, desperate to see her name flash again. The only condition of him not drinking more, though? That he not be alone for the night.

“Can you stop kicking me?” Paddy asks from his position along the bottom of the bed.

“Which one of us?”

“Fucking twins. Tom isn’t tall enough.”

“Gimp,” Tom shouts into the darkness.

“Well it’s a huge king sized bed, you don’t have to lie down there, Harry was just being an arse. Get up here,” Sam beckons.

“Yeah. Stop the twins from killing each other.”

Tom groans, pulling his phone off charge and away from the bedside locker.

“Don’t call her again,” Sam warns, his tone more commanding than Tom’s ever heard it.

“Wasn’t gonna,” he grumbles.

He was. But he decides being restrained by his three—decidedly, surprisingly buff—brothers isn’t worth it, nor is waking his sleeping, sick girlfriend, so he settles for a text.

‘I’m sorry about earlier: my actions were uncalled for, I should’ve been more supportive but I acted selfishly. If you don’t want me to see you, that’s ok. Just get better.’ He taps out, thumb floating over the send button.

“Oh for fucks sake,” Harry says gratingly, stealing Tom’s phone and proceeding to read the text aloud. “This is a nice one. Send this. Do you have a gimmick you put at the end of texts?”

Tom shrugs nonchalantly, his shoulders moving the pillows in the dim room. “Usually a couple of kisses.”

“You’re boring!” Sam shouts.

“And vanilla,” Paddy adds, earning him an elbow in the ribs.

“Never say that to Tom. We learnt that the hard way.”

“Now I’m interested,” Paddy smirks.

“Creep. Well, can we send it? And you’ll leave it there?”

Tom hums, noncommittal, only blurting out a yes when smacked violently with a hefty pillow. Aren’t brothers divine?

“Go to sleep.”

He does, barely, a tumultuous night awaiting him as he dreads and mulls over the tempestuous state of his relationship, thanks to his own stupidity and short sightedness. Well, that, and the fact he’s sharing one bed with three other blokes: it doesn’t exactly spell out a settled or comfortable sleep.

*

Even that text alert doesn’t wake her, the one she has personalised for Tom drowned out by the relentless beeping of the machines, only the morning round of meds does, hours and hours later.

“Hey doll,” her favourite nurse, Lyn, calls to wake her, her voice gentle; a nurse who has tended to her before. “Meds and extra vitals, you know the drill.”

Y/n smiles lazily, in a daze, but complies with every instruction and answers every question with as much lucidity as she can after her sleep.

“Got any visitors today?”

Y/n shrugs, beginning to pick at the corner of her blanket, the disgusting washed-out turquoise one they give out in hospital.

“I don’t know. Perhaps my boyfriend, but I called him last night to tell him I was in hospital and he didn’t take it well, so I’m not sure whether I should ask him to come.”

“You’ve got the normal scans this morning, doctors heading around now, and you know how the normal series makes you feel. Just think it over.”

She does. As she wheels her IV pole to the bathroom with her, a small backpack to contain her EEG machine slung over her shoulders, she thinks it over, every possible scenario. As she does when walking that same route moments later to fetch some breakfast: only tea, it’s all she’s allowed until lunch time with the magic tests they’re going to perform on her. The usual drill of an MRI, a TTT, an echo, and a series of bloods. It’s exhausting at the best of times.

The doctor says nothing of interest, but does say that her cardiac activity has been a little haywire since the incident, something they’d like to keep an eye on. Other than that, her conditions are alien to him, and he leaves her be. Thankfully.

So finally, just before she’s strapped to a rattling gurney with awful wheels and rolled halfway around the hospital, she types out what she feels she can, the simplest of messages to Tom, abandoning her phone in her bag once she departs, fingers and toes crossed for the best.

‘It’s ok, a lot to take in. Come today, 2. Sam took down the details yesterday. I’m ok :). You?’

*

Tom wakes up, exasperated and knackered, to Paddy’s foot in his back, and Harry’s elbow in his neck, and his phone loudly vibrating against the wood of his bedside locker. Sam, blissfully unaware, is half hanging off the other side, undisturbed and drooling. Tom isn’t sure he’s ever moved as quickly as he does when he sees her name at the top of his notifications.

‘Thank you baby, I love you. I’ll be there. I’m good! Sure your ok?’

“Did you use the right ‘your’?” Sam shouts in a half-asleep state. He truly knows his brother too well.

“I dunno, but she said I can visit. I have five hours!”

“Shut up.” They all chorus.

Tom shoots them a sarcastic smile over his shoulder, followed by a vulgar gesture, but they all just unravel themselves and tuck back under the duvet while Tom begins to busy himself about the house.

An hour later and the smell of fresh, roasted coffee invades the senses of the three left in bed, inspiring them to rise and groggily descend, surprised to find the kitchen spotless, all bottles and remnants of their evening disappeared, and Tess looking surprisingly worn out.

“Get drinking then,” Tom exclaims the second they appear in the doorway, thrusting a Brothers Trust mug into each of their open hands. “We have some shopping to do.”

Sam groans loudly, while Harry says, “No we don’t, calm down.”

Paddy is silently brooding in the corner, nursing his coffee only the way hungover teenage boys can, slurping on it every few seconds.

“We do. Y/n said I can visit, so I’m making her a care basket with things she likes, and then I’ll be out all afternoon.” He downs a smoothie shot. “You”—he scans them all imperiously— “will help me shop.”

A joint cry of distaste breaks out across the room.

“If you don’t, I'll tell your girlfriend you wanna break up with her, I’ll tell mum and dad you’re unemployed, and I’ll tell all your friends you can’t hold you drink.” he says, facing Sam, Harry and Paddy in turn.

With this, they acquiesce, but it takes them more time than it should to just shower and get ready, their best attempts at procrastination while Tom stands in his room and flings out every shirt and pair of jeans he owns, desperate to find the right one. Eventually, he decides on his trusty grey shirt with the navy dapples, and a pair of slim fit jeans to compliment his docs.

“You were the one who wanted to go shopping,” Harry calls, leaning against the doorframe in a trusty hoodie, throwing another to Tom, fresh out the laundry. “Pack that, then we go. Hurry up.”

“Hurry up,” Tom mocks, and receives a vulgar gesture.

He doesn’t waste another second.

*

Glaring, brash lighting and squeaky linoleum floors greet Tom, as well as that disgusting smell of what can only be described as sterility. Everything—everything—reeks of that medical grade sanitiser they use liberally everywhere around here.

“Call us when you’re done,” Sam says, clapping his brother on the back.

“Send her our best,” chimes Harry.

Paddy approaches next, tangling his spaghetti arms around his shortest brother, “Good luck. I’m sure she’s fine.”

Tom gulps down as much air as he can in a brief moment, his eyes desperately flitting between his brothers. His eyes begin to well with tears, a lump growing in his seemingly constricted throat.

“Thanks.”

In a second, his arms are filled with the basket of goodies he compiled while shopping—complete with a hoodie of his, and his brothers, having patted him on the back, have disappeared out the automatic doors.

Scouring the horribly white walls for any indication, he presses the call button, and steps into the lift, keying in the right floor and hoping for the best.

Little does Tom know that on said floor right now, y/n is running a brush through the ends of her hair that she can reach, and is even dabbing some balm onto her lips in the hopes of looking slightly more presentable for the man she’s so head over heels for. Lyn, the nurse, comes up to her with two glasses of squash—one orange for y/n, one black currant for Tom—and lends her a wink before her blue scrubs depart y/n’s view. She straightens the starchy white sheets one last time, ignoring the crinkle of the horrible blue blanket against her sensitive finger tips. The gown hides a multitude of sins, though not the main thing she wants to hide from Tom, currently gauzed around her forehead. That’s going to be the most alarming, she knows it will. But he’s going to appreciate the effort, the fact she even put on a bra for him (though partially to protect her sore chest from the scratchy fabric of the hospital gown) and is sitting up, waiting, picking at the plaster wrapped snugly around her digit. God, she must be a startling sight, especially when they aren’t exactly at that kind of stage yet where they can be completely open physically with one another. Sure, it’s been a few months, but they’ve been taking it slow, having only recently said ‘I love you;’ now they have this to battle with. It’s a challenge for any relationship, but when y/n and Tom are both so young, it’s a true, agonising test of character and the love they have for each other.

“y/n y/l/n?” she hears his soft tenor tone ask Lyn, who struggles to stifle her smile as she scans him carefully.

“Just in there, dear.”

He nods his thanks, unable to trust his shaky voice and even shakier hands as he steps over the threshold and follows Lyn’s direction, but there she is, so much sicklier than he’s ever seen her before. It’s a fight to even keep the bile down in his throat: not at her, but at his own actions. How could he have been such a prick instead of supporting her when she’s this way. Selfishly, he hadn’t been prepared for her in this state, partially due to the fact she wouldn’t elaborate on the fact it was more than the ‘usual,’ whatever that may be. All he knows is that she’s a little less functional and more tired in comparison to ‘normal’ people.

The basket in his arms is long forgotten as soon as he catches her eye, all but dashing across the ward until he’s kneeling at her bedside, clutching her skeletal hand in his trembling ones. So desperate, so eager to see her, so unprepared; he can’t even seem to control his sobs.

“Baby…” he cries.

Even her grip on his hand is more feeble than he’s prepared for, taking so much out of her. Through thick, dampened lashes, he glimpses the bland pattern of the dreary white gown hanging off her frame, paired unfashionably with her comfiest, oldest pyjama bottoms. Her toes, covered in slipper-socks, peek out from the bottom of the sheet. It isn’t what she’s wearing that alarms him, though, and y/n can see that when she scours his face with eager eyes for some kind of reaction, but all she sees is her own reflection: the wires sprouting from her head, the double cannula in her other hand, the cuff snug around her upper arm, even the wires with unseen electrodes tethering her torso to a machine. His face is so pale, so alarmed, startled, she can’t help but squeeze his hand tighter. What a reverse—she’s the one in the hospital bed, and yet he’s the one who needs comforting.

“Hey Tommy, don’t cry., she scolds, asking lazily, “what you thinking?”

He finds himself momentarily speechless, gasping and spurting out random monosyllabic noises.

“What have they done to you? What happened to you baby? Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

She shrugs as best as she can. “Just the usual blips, a flare up. I passed out just going into my apartment, the neighbour called the ambulance and got my emergency bag, thank God. They’ve done nothing bad to me, babe, and I look good, all things considered.” His heart breaks a little at such a statement, she can see it in his molten chocolate eyes, hence why she shifts over a little, slipping her hand away from him to pat softly at the bed beside her. “Come, sit.”

His brows furrow, tentative at first to climb up, but with the railing down, he finds himself clambering up without a second thought and instantly clinging to her, latching his arm around her without a second thought. Y/n finds herself tying her own arms around him as best as she can, leaning her head atop his.

“How are the boys?”

“They’re okay, all worried about you.”

“Awh,” she says, “tell them they needn’t.”

“Um, why did they bring you in if you just fainted?”

“Because an unconscious episode with hard impact and my health conditions isn’t a good thing, it knocked me for six and they need to observe me. Turns out my levels have been off for a while, I need a wee tune up.”

His gulp is audible as he plucks softly at the wires on her chest. “What’s this for?” he inquires.

“Hear,.” she answers.

“This?” He points to the plaster wrapped around her fingertip.

“Oxygen and pulse measure.”

“This?” Now the needle taped to the back of her hand with two attachments, each connected to a clear plastic tube

“Painkillers and saline.”

He shifts nervously, nervously curling her hair away from her face, honing in on the numerous colourful wires gauzed and gunked to her scalp. “T— this?”

“Brain activity.”

This time he doesn’t even bother trying to conceal his crying, squeezing her so harshly she feels her flesh being clamped a little, not that she minds. She even lets out a hum of contentment, holding him back with equal fervour, brushing her lips to his temple.

In an attempt to break the sad silence, she whispers, “Why don’t you show me what you got there Mr Holland?” and nods to the basket on the chair.

He leans out of bed precariously, making grabby hands and forcing an intense stare, as though the basket will telekinetically fly to him. His tongue darts out between his parted lips, and as he slowly topples farther from the bed, y/n reaches out to grab him with her bad hand.

“Fuck!” she exclaims, the clench of her fist around the cotton of his shirt dislodging her cannula slightly, causing her to pull away in alarm.

Nonetheless, she begins to giggle as Tom—startled, like a deer in headlights—falls onto the linoleum, only his fast reflexes saving him. As he lands in an almost perfect push up position, she can’t help but admire his biceps, the way his smart shirt fits so naturally around the bulging muscle, the veins prominent, especially when he pushes himself to a standing position. He brushes a hand through his hair, curls having fallen onto his face, and grasps for the basket, tugging it into his lap as he sits cross legged before y/n. At the first sight, her eyes sting.

“Do you not like it?” he asks hurriedly. “Did I go overboard? Or do you want more?”

“No, Tom, it’s perfect.” She means it, he can see it by the barely concealed grin threatening to break out, a true contrast of glee in the dingy hospital ward.

The bunch of flowers that lies at the top, roses and carnations of the brightest pinks and purest whites and softest yellows would be in itself enough, but beneath it is so much more. Her favourite biscuits, chocolates, crisps, sweets, fizzy drinks and juices make up merely the food portion of the basket to the right. On the left is a stack of magazines, mostly just trashy gossip mags, but with Dom’s newest book in there, not yet released to the public, and a new pair of earbuds. Behind it is a teddy bear, with fur the same chocolate as Tom’s gorgeous hair, grasping a pink heart between its front paws.

Get well soon!

The heart reads. And, nestled behind it is a small white box.

“Baby, did you go to Pandora just for me?” she asks softly, reading the lid. He nods nervously. “You shouldn’t have.”

He merely nudges it farther into her hands, prompting her to open it, revealing a beautiful silver heart with a simple yet oh so meaningful engraving.

Beautiful Y/N,

I love you, despite.

The truly beautiful thing about his words is that the ‘despite’ has such a myriad of meaning that it hits her so harshly. They've already faced a lot in their relationship, yet she stuck with him despite all of the events occurring within his family that broke him. Despite his constant travelling. Despite her change of career. Despite it all they’ve stayed together thus far; that means he’ll stay despite this.

“I wanted to put it onto your bracelet,” he says, crestfallen, “but you’re not wearing it.”

She glances down at the tracker, preventative of her unlikely escape, and the identity tagger on her wrist in lieu of the shimmery silver charm bracelet she usually wears.

“Tommy, that’s only because I had a scan earlier, and I couldn’t have any metal on or else it’d mess with the machinery. See, no earrings.” He does observe that once he’s looking for it, and keeps his eyes trained on her pierced lobes as she reaches over to her bedside table, plucking her bracelet from atop her phone, passing it to him. “I remember when you first got this for me. I tried so hard not to cry.”

“God, me too,” he jokes.

It was her birthday not far into their relationship, and, unsure of what to get her, yet knowing this one would stick with how fast he was falling, Tom purchased a Pandora bracelet and a charm or two, saying he’d add another with each relationship milestone. This, apparently, is one. It truly seems to be because this is the confirmation her fears were inconsequential, that he loves her despite this bump in the road.

He adds the charm to the chain with nimble fingers, and keeps his touch but a brush when he clasps it around her wrist, leaning in to kiss her softly, gently, yet with all the pent up love he holds for her. It barely lasts five seconds before the machine is beeping, telling her that her pulse is abnormally elevated. She giggles as she retreats, clasping Tom’s hand.

The last thing in the basket seems like a blanket at first glance, but once she plucks it from the wicker, she finds it to be his baby pink hoodie. Her favourite.

“I don’t think we can get it on you with all these…”—he swallows thickly—“wires.”

“No, we can, I can’t wait to get this ratty thing off.” She tugs at the gown knotted around her stomach. “It’ll take a bit of work, but I’m so grateful you brought this.”

A tear cascades down her cheek, one he instantly leans in to kiss away, the water salty on his lips, kissing away each tear that follows until he reaches her lips at last, capturing them again, briefly this time.

“Thank you Tommy, truly. This is the best thing I’ve ever gotten in here,” she tells him with heartfelt sincerity, staring into those molten chocolate eyes as though they could heal her.

Tom is about to reply when Nurse Lyn flings open the curtain offering them a sliver of privacy, a sly smile on her face.

“Is this the boyfriend then?” she asks, and y/n nods sheepishly, brushing away any remnants of her crying state.

“Hi, I’m Tom.”

“Nice to meet you, Tom. Did you bring her all this?”

“Um yeah, I didn’t know what she’d want or need so went a bit... mad.” His cheeks begin to flush their trademark crimson red, the blush clawing at his ears, too.

The nurse’s smile changes to a knowing one, offering y/n a wink as she goes around the side of the bed to take measurements. “You’ve got a good one there y/n.”

Smiling tearfully, y/n replies, “I know.”

“I’m sorry, this could just be me being dim, but what are you doing?” Tom asks.

“I’m taking her blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen level, basic EEG and ECG measurements for the moment, and altering the medication doses she’s receiving intravenously.” the nurse answers good-heartedly, not batting an eye at the puppy-like look on Tom’s face.

“How often?”

“Every few hours. They look good now, though her heart rate is slightly increased: I suspect we have you to blame for that.”

His pout is replaced by a smirk that swiftly disappears at the knitted brows of Nurse Lyn. “What is it?”

“There’s an issue with the IV, can I take a look?”

“Shit, my bad. I felt it move when I grabbed his shirt when he fell out of bed.”

“I’m sorry,” the nurse laughs, “he what?”

“He’s very agile, but not very coordinated, so I’m afraid I might need a new one.”

Lyn sighs at her examination of y/n’s slightly limp hand, “I’ll be right back.”

She is, within a minute, a doctor beside her and a fresh cannula in hand.

“Are you squeamish, Tom?” she asks.

“Yes,” the couple answer in sync, Tom’s ghostly white face a picture to behold. “He’s terrified of blood and needles, so this is a no go.”

“What the fuck are they gonna do to you, baby?”

“Insert a flexible needle into my vein, and this has a little hole in it that allows liquids to enter my bloodstream without oral consumption. Life savers,” and she’s already handing him a sick bowl before her explanation is over.

Tom doesn’t do well with hospitals, he never has. When his mum had the twins he was unsettled, but that was only worse when she had Paddy. He’s never stayed the night, never been past A&E for himself at least, but he can remember. That time Paddy broke his leg. That time Harry had appendicitis and had to go for surgery. That time Harry, again, was an inpatient for other reasons. That time Sam was super sick and shoved on a ward. That time his mum was ill... The list goes on, it always does when there’s four reckless boys in the family. There’s been a fair amount of alcohol induced incidents too. And not once has Tom been able to face the hospital.

When his brother was being cut open, he could barely sit for five minutes before his jitters overtook him. Every time he’s been, his fears have gotten worse. Tom’s health is near enough perfect, he’s barely even had to visit the doctors, only had a couple of blood tests (and is terrified of needles to the point of fainting during them) and has never been in the unfortunate position that he’s had to fight for his health.

He sympathises as well as he can, but he can never truly empathise. This has been helped in recent years with his brilliant charity work and visiting children’s hospitals all over the world, but even so, if he ever visits wards he’s in and out as fast as he can without seeming rude or uncaring: it’s more daunting than he’d care to admit to just stand there in the sterile environment, watching people, well, die. He’s never been able to handle it, and that’s why she never mentioned it. Or let him see. Now, however, is the final test, because she has so many occasions where needles are a necessary evil: if he survives this, he can survive their future, so she deviously thinks.

“Actually, before you insert the new one, can you help me get this hoodie on? I’m rather chilly.”

She holds up the beautiful cosy hoodie that smells so much like Tom it drowns out the sanitiser ever prevalent. Due to the size and sheer bagginess, it won’t interfere with anything, rendering them all able to tug it over her head with the detachment of a wire or two, and her EEG box being slipped into that little backpack and threaded through the head hole. It works, and Tom’s smile of adoration is enough to send any doubts ebbing away, not to mention the comfort it provides in comparison to the starchy gown.

“I don’t like that the doctor saw you in a bra, though,” he whispers in her ear.

She swats his hand playfully, “I only put the bra on for you.”

His hold is a clamp following that statement, and doesn’t release his hold, or at least plan on it, for a while. Even though she’s the one having the needle piercing her skin, she’s also the one comforting him, her breath fanning his eyelids, scrunched shut, her spare hand squeezing his as he shakes the whole bed beside her.

“That’s in,” the doctor says, “comfortable?”

“Yeah, sure,” she answers, “well, you know.”

He laughs, and begins to peel off the clear plaster, opening Tom’s eyes from the sound.

“Oh my fucking God, I can see the needle in your hand.” He begins to retch, but y/n just chuckles a little, allowing the stretch of the plaster to pull her hand taut, the date being scribbled onto the label.

“It’s fine, darling, it doesn’t hurt.”

He nods, but his sensitivity at her sorry state is evident in the way he stares at her hand, fixing her up to two taps that begin to flow into her body, after the flush of the tubes. What he struggles to believe is how this is her reality, how she hid it from him for so long, perhaps to spare his feelings, though he’s not exactly sure why else she would’ve done that. Why hide such a big part of herself?

*

After the nurse departs, not long after the doctor, Tom shifts on the bed to ask her exactly that, caught completely unawares by her answer.

“I thought that if I told you, you’d leave.” she whispers, her voice breaking on the last word. “I was scared, Tom, that you’d see me this way and decide you didn’t love me or that you didn’t want the burden. And now you’ve seen me, not even at my worst, sometimes it’s very different to this.”

“Fuck,” he sobs. “I wouldn’t leave you, y/n, please, you know I wouldn’t, not even because of this. Because you’re still you, and I love you!”

“'You know what someone gets for loving me? They get to pay for all my care, and then they get to watch me die.'" she quotes Five Feet Apart, considering how apt Poe's statement is. "How can I put that on you?”

She sniffles deeply, trying to hold back the tidal wave of tears threatening to break, but trust Tom to lighten the mood; “We have the NHS baby, there are no bills.”

The couple let out watery laughs, y/n cupping Tom’s cheek as she tilts her forehead against his.

“It’s so much more than that though.” She anxiously searches his eyes. “Extra meds, non NHS funded treatments, private specialists if something is dire but the waiting list is too big, aids, constant allowances of time and things paid for but missed out on...”

“Y/n,” he cuts off her rambling and lends her a knowing look: money isn’t an object to him, and he would state this, but this runs so much deeper than that. “You’re worth it all. I just wish you’d told me before.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

She blinks her tears away, and just lets herself be kissed by him again, his lips so grounding, his scent so intoxicating; he’s tethering her to the real world, a reminder her life doesn’t just have to begin and end within these walls, but that she can live despite it. Despite it all, Tom’s here.

He’s staying.

*

Throughout the rest of the afternoon visit, Tom stays by her side. He lies with her on the bed, linking their fingers and stroking through the ends of her hair, holding her when she wants it and giving her space when not. He ensures that he asks more about her health, her conditions, her treatments; anything so that he can understand her more and be there to support her every step of the way. And in turn, she explains everything with complete honesty, not even leaving out the goriest bits, thinking that if he’s staying, he deserves to know it all; and though she expects him to turn around at any moment, she’s more than glad when he lies there by her side each second, understanding and sympathising, but not trying to pretend.

Tiredness catches up with her towards the end, and she slips to sleep the second he gives her a goodbye kiss and meanders out to meet his brothers, but not before he stops by the nurses station.

“Hey, um, is there evening visiting?”

“Sure is, honey. Half six til half eight, okay?”

“I’ll be here,” he says resolutely, “but I’ll surprise her. Can I bring dinner?”

Nurse Lyn winks, “You’re not supposed to, but I won’t tell.”

He nods gratefully to her, and glances over his shoulder one last time at the peaceful, sleeping figure of y/n, bundled up in the sheets, snuggled into his hoodie.

The boys are waiting for him in the car, as promised, when he exits. He approaches them with a certain pep in his step, much to their confusion, especially in contrast with his bloodshot eyes.

“How was it, mate?” Harry asks.

“Yeah, how is she?” adds Sam.

Paddy opens the back door and shuffles over to let Tom in, “Did she like the basket?”

“Yeah she did, she cried,” he confesses, “so did I. She’s okay, tired but okay; she has loads of machines and wires on her head and chest and needles in her hand, but I understand now. She explained it to me, all of it. I promised I’d stay.”

“I’d bloody well think so,” says Sam, pulling out into the stream of traffic.

“Can we go?” asks Paddy.

“Don’t ask that, Pads.”

“I’ll have to ask her, she likes you all, asked how you were. I’ll ask tonight.”

“Tonight?” they chorus.

“Yeah, I’m going up again tonight, taking some dinner.”

“That’s nice.”

“Does that mean more shopping, though?” Harry grumbles.

“Absolutely. Full steam ahead, chef boy,” Tom replies, and scruffs his brothers’ hair, smiling at them with that glimmer of hope back in his eyes, ready for the evening.

*

“Knock knock,” Tom coos, rapping his knuckles on the table beside her bed as he enters for the visit.

It takes a moment for her to stir, for her eyes to adjust to the harsh white lights, though that antibacterial she expects is masked by warm pastries.

“Baby?” she asks, and rubs her eyes. ���You’re here again? You shouldn’t be.”

“D— do you want me to go?”

“No!” she croaks, “no, not at all, but you should be with your family.”

He pulls a chair up beside her. “Who says that’s not what you are?”

She swallows, smiling at him as she sits up, bundling tighter into the soft pink hoodie. “Thank you. What did you bring?”

“Everything you could possibly imagine, then some.” He shows her the great bags full of Greggs, their favourite junk food that half constitutes a meal. “Sam made you some of your favourites, they’re in a refrigerated bag somewhere here. Tomorrow’s three meals.”

“Baby, you shouldn’t have.”

“I wanted to. Can I eat with you?”

She nods faintly, “That’d be really nice.”

He moves his chair closer, and squirts sanitiser onto both of their hands, ensuring to smear a little over the tip of her nose, just to watch it scrunch.

“And as I so understand, hospital food is vile.”

She lets out a sudden roaring laugh, cut off with a slight hiccup, “It definitely is. You’re my saviour, Tommy.”

She leans over the rail of her bed to kiss him, just a slight peck, before her stomach lets out greedy grumble, and she’s eagerly fishing out a sausage roll, a pizza, and some potato wedges from the bags, followed by an éclair and some fruit juice. Tom eats a similar meal, wiping icing or sauce from the corner of y/n’s mouth every now and then, leading to several more kisses and fits of giggles.

It’s so apparent that she’s exhausted, barely able to keep her beautiful eyes open, her heart rate slow, the medications getting to her as she slumps a little, so he barely says a word, but remains seated, holding her hand until she slips away and retracts it unknowingly. While she sleeps, he goes around her area and cleans up a little, folding her clothes and charging her phone, getting her some fresh water before settling down himself. The great chair he’s been sitting on, as he accidentally finds out with a sudden jolt, is a pull-out makeshift bed. The days exertions begin to catch up to him the second he lies back. Reaching for an unused sheet at the foot of her bed, he curls it around himself, and focuses on the trace of y/n scenting the scratchy material as he himself drifts off.

*

Y/n wakes with the bell that signals the end of visiting, the sun outside setting and casting a warm darkness over the ward. She rubs her eyes with her cannula-free hand, and keeps patient in her cocoon while the sterile world around her comes into focus. As opposed to the blank space she expects to see, Tom’s there, curled up in the chair, his hand mushing his cute cheeks into the chair. She can’t help but smile a little to herself, contentment filling her.

Yeah, despite it all, he’s definitely a keeper.

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[itsallyscorner]

The Pink Shirt

Pairing: Tom Holland x reader

Summary: Based off of Tommy’s obsession with the pink shirt from Zara. Also because I bought the damn shirt for myself as well😭

Warnings: none—I lied. Filthy, dirty, kinda funny, horny smut. Tom is down bad and I need to touch some grass.

A/n: I had this idea so now I’m writing it! Wanted to do some free writing and not requests to let myself ease back into my writing mindset:) might help me get out of a writer’s funk! Hope you loves like it💕

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(my best boy🥺)

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With your eyes still shut with sleep, you stretched your limbs, loosening up your muscles from the long night of slumber. Your arm reaches out to the space beside you, expecting to feel the warm body of your boyfriend. When your hand only comes to contact with the comforter, your eyes slowly peel open. Your head rises from your pillow, looking around for any sign of Tom.

His side of the bed was still fairly warm, the outline of his body slightly imprinted into the sheets. The sunlight from the windows peek into the room, causing you to squint. You plop your head back onto the bed, turning to nuzzle your face into Tom’s pillow. His familiar smell of lavender, warm spices, and hints or cedarwood enter your senses and you can’t help but snuggle deeper into his pillow.

A clang in the kitchen startles you. He’s probably getting his morning tea, you thought to yourself. As much as he hated to admit it, Tom was a morning person. He enjoyed waking up early: he got to watch the sun rise, have a morning workout, and he got the opportunity to watch you peacefully sleep. Some people might find the last part creepy, but he swears it isn’t, he just likes to stare at your face.

Deciding to get a move on for the day, you haul yourself out of bed and reach down to the floor for the first article of clothing you can find. The shirt on the floor happened to be one of Tom’s. It was a new shirt of his that he had bought from Zara while you two were out doing rounds around the city. You had suggested it to him, saying that pink complimented his skin and that he needed more color in his closet. Obviously, he bought the shirt. You hadn’t expected him to immediately wear it, but the moment he wore it, he never wanted to take it off. The infamous pink shirt became a staple in his wardrobe and he was obsessed with it.

You pull the shirt over your head and pair it with some shorts. You continue your morning routine, heading into the connected bathroom and freshening yourself up for the day. When you felt presentable, you walked out the room and headed straight to the kitchen. You heard the quiet murmurs of Tom and the sizzling on the stove. You could hear him make little comments to Tessa and return to humming Kiss Me More by Doja Cat and SZA. The song had been stuck in your head, meaning that it was played almost 24/7 wherever you went. Tom must’ve heard the song from you one too many times and it got stuck in his head as well.

You enter the kitchen, immediate being greeted by Tessa. Your voice goes a pitch higher as you bend down to snuggle her. “Good morning darling!” You say in a babyish voice, petting and pressing kisses to her head. Her tail wags in excitement, happy to have the attention on her.

Tom notices your presence, looking over his shoulder to see you with Tessa. He turns back to the eggs on the stove but quickly does a double take when he sees a flash of pink on you. On you was his favorite pink shirt. He didn’t have a problem with you wearing it, in fact he adored when you wore his clothes. They were a bit oversized on you and made you look so adorable. But something about you wearing this specific shirt did things to him.

Your eyes suddenly align with his, your lips turning up into a wide smile. He reciprocates the action and turns the stove off—his eggs were done anyway. You stand up straight and approach him, wrapping your arms around his bare figure, the only thing on him being his boxers. Your face is flush against his back, lips pressing soft kisses along his spine and shoulders.

“G’mornin sweet girl.” He hums, taking one of your arms and bringing it up to his own lips. He interlocks your fingers with his and places a kiss atop your knuckles. He keeps a hold on your hand while he plates the eggs on your plates.

“Mornin’ bubs.” You smile against his skin, hugging him tighter. Tom chuckles at your hold, he adored it when you were all cuddly so early in the morning. He lifts your hand in the air, twirling you in the process, and pulling you into his chest. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and playing with the curls that brushed against it.

“You’re up early. I was gonna bring you breakfast in bed and be a really cute boyfriend.” He hums, stroking your back. His eyes drift down your body, admiring the way his pink shirt looks on you. The words “A VERY GOOD START” printed onto the shirt rested along your left breast. It definitely was a very good start to his day—seeing you in his clothes made him weak and a full on simp for you.

“You don’t need to do anything to be a cute boyfriend, you already are bubs.” You scrunch your nose at him and peck his lips. He leans into the kiss, following your lips as they pull away from his. “And I woke up alone and was wondering where you went, that’s why I’m up early.”

“I was hungry as soon as I woke up so I made us some breakfast.” He explains. His hands drift down your figure, fingers brushing against the exposed skin of your legs. He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, while his hands grasps onto your bum. A boyish grin forms on his lips as he cheekily squeezes your bum cheeks, “You don’t have to worry about being alone anymore because you found me.”

You playfully roll your eyes at him, “I’m starting to regret finding you, you horny little shit.” You tease him. It was normal for the both of you to poke fun at each other, it was your love language.

Tom licks his lips, eyes scanning your body again. The shirt was big on you, your nipples pebbled against the material, and his scent was radiating off of you. It might have been a shirt but it was his shirt with his scent on it, and it turned on his possessive side.

“But you look so fucking adorable and hot in my shirt.” He pouted, setting you on the counter and letting his fingers sneak under his shirt to touch your skin. “I just want to take you on this counter and lay you down, eat your sweet pussy out, and hear your pretty little moans.” He teasingly trails kisses along your jaw and neck. His fingers grab onto your hips, thumbs digging desperately into your skin.

Your tilt his chin up so that he’s staring up at you. Lust consumes his toffee brown eyes, turning them darker compared to their usual bright tint.

“You know what else you can take on this counter?” You ask him, a smidge of seduction in your tone. Completely enamored by you, Tom just lets out a little hum in response. You lean in closer to his ear, making sure to brush your lips against it.

“The breakfast you just cooked for us. We should eat before it gets cold.” You whisper, your breath fanning against his neck. You feel him shudder against you as goosebumps appear on his neck. He throws his head back, groaning at you.

“You little shit, you’re such a tease.” He grumpily says, pushing himself off the counter away from you. He grabs the plates he prepared for you both and sets them on the table. You laugh, hopping off the counter. You didn’t miss him adjusting himself in his boxers as he awkwardly sat on a stool. You settle beside him and pressed a kiss on his temple. He huffs cutting into his pancake.

“Tommy.” You whine, ducking to reach his lips. He was pouting and moved away from you.

“No, you’re mean.” He grumbles. “But you worked so hard to cook breakfast, I wouldn’t want it to all go cold.”

“That’s what a microwave is for.” He retorts.

“It’s better fresh.” You stab a fork into your eggs and eat it. He remains silent, chewing on his food. You began to feel bad and place your chin on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry for being a tease.” You apologize, watching him for a reaction. You continue, “I’ll let you do whatever you want later.” That catches his attention.

“When’s later?”

You shrug, “After I digest?”

“How long does it take to digest?” He questions you.

“I don’t know, thirty minutes?” You guess. He tries to stop the small smile on his lips from forming, but fails to. He nods nudging his nose against yours, “Sounds good to me.”

The day passes with ‘discreet’ teasing and ogling from Tom. The both of you couldn’t exactly do anything later because things happened during the day. First, Tom had to log onto zoom to attend a meeting for a new film. Then, you got occupied doing some last minute work for college. While you were consumed with your assignments, Tom’s eyes would drift to where you were. You were sat on the couch, legs on the cushions, as you typed away on your laptop. You wore the shirt all day, even when you turned into the bedroom to take a short nap.

The moment his meeting ended, Tom went straight to your shared bedroom. To his content, you were already awake, scrolling through your phone. The position you were in made him inwardly groan. You were on your stomach with your plump ass sticking up in the air.

“Baby.” He called as he entered the room. Tom carefully clamored over you, straddling you from behind. He ducked his head to kiss the back of your neck, his lips instantly latching onto the spot that he knew riled you up. “Baby, it’s later.” He mumbled against your neck.

“I know, was waiting for you to finish with your meeting.” You reply, turning to meet his lips. He smiles into the kiss, deepening it as he helped you lay on your back. He blindly takes your phone from your hand and puts it to the side, his fingers resuming to play with the material of his shirt. One of your hands cup his face while the other moved to thread through his curls. You pull on the strands, emitting a deep moan from Tom. He let out a sigh of relief when he was able to ground his hardening cock against your clothed core.

“Fuck—was thinking about this all day.” He choked as he bucked his hips against yours. The friction coming from between you two and the sight of you underneath him in his clothes sent waves of arousal straight to his dick.

“Well now you don’t need to think anymore, just do me.” You quickly reply in between his kisses. You weren’t even sure what came out your mouth because all you can feel was yourself being consumed by Tom.

One of his hands dip down to slip past your shorts; what Tom felt made him moan. Under your shorts—technically his boxers—was nothing but your wet cunt. Tom felt himself get harder at the thought of you wearing nothing under his boxers the entire day.

“And you don’t have any fucking panties on.” Tom bit down on your bottom lip, pulling on it a bit with his teeth, before letting it go. “You’ve been a naughty girl all day. Teasing me with the shirt, then at the kitchen this morning, and now I found out that you haven’t been wearing anything under my boxers today.”

“What are you gonna do, Tommy? Punish me?” You taunt him, your hands being pinned to the mattress by one of his own.

“You see I would, but I’m feeling generous today. You look so good in my clothes and now I wanna mark you up even more by being inside you.” He casually shared as his fingers between your legs spread your wetness on your cunt. His thumb expertly yet blindly brushes your clit, making you gasp.

Tom continues his causal conversation with you, “You’d like that won’t you? Marking you up and showing everyone that you’re mine?” Your mouth only gaps in pleasure, your body content with the way his fingers flicked between your folds. All while this is happening, his eyes remain on you. He watched as your eyes threatened to roll back, the way your mouth opened and closed, and how your brows would furrow in pleasure.

Tom tuts, moving so that you’re directly looking at you, “I need words, darling.” A breath releases shakily past your lips, “Yeah.”

“Yeah what?” Tom tilts his head at you, still flicking his fingers below you, one of his fingers teasing your entrance.

“I—I want you to—oh—mark me up.” You stutter out. Tom uses that as confirmation to shove his finger into your hole. You gasp, legs jolting to close, though Tom’s torso avoids them to do so.

Tom cheekily chuckles. “Oh, I know you do.” He responds, mocking you on your little slip up. With how wet you were getting, it wasn’t difficult for him to shove in a second finger. While his fingers pushed in and out of you, his thumb made rough circles on your clit, the perfect move to drive you towards the edge.

“Such a good girl for me.” He hums, craning his head so that he can suck hickies onto your neck. His lips attached to your skin, sucking harshly while his teeth and tongue alternated to bite and smooth the spot. When he felt one side was bruised enough, he moved to the other side of your neck, repeating his motions.

“So responsive, you’re still getting wet.” He whispered. Your toes curled and whimpers escaped your mouth at how good he was making you feel. When Tom felt your walls clenching down on his fingers, he disconnected himself from your neck, admiring the patches of hickies that littered your neck and collarbone.

“All mine.” He muttered. “You gonna cum? I can feel you squeezing down on me, baby. Come on, cum on my fingers.” He nudged your nose with his, quickening his pace. You felt the tension in you building up. When the tension relaxed, you came undone. Squeezing your eyes shut and throwing your head back, giving Tom a view of your bruised neck. He dove right back in, sucking on the part of your throat that vibrated as you released a moan.

When he felt your breathing fall back to pace, he stared at you.

“You alright?” He asked, a hand of his coming up to affectionately move strands of hair that stuck onto your face. The lust in his eyes momentarily disappeared being replaced with concern. You nodded letting out an “mhm”.

And just like that the lust returned to his eyes. He pecked your lips and wiggled his way down towards your soaked heat.

“Good ‘cause we’re just starting.” He grinned. His eyes connected with the grey Calvin Klein boxers you wore. The patch between your legs was far more darker compared to the rest of the article of clothing.

“That’s sexy.” He comments. “Your cum soaking my boxers, God.” Tom shows the slightest bit of roughness by shoving your thighs apart to make way for his head. When he was centimeters away from your cunt, his eyes shift to look up at you, that boyish grin gracing his angelic face. Though right now he was far from angelic, he was like a sin between your legs. A sin you would do over and over again.

He chuckles to himself and kisses your pussy through the boxers. You knew this was payback for you teasing him earlier in the day. You found your hips lifting from the mattress, wanting to get more contact from Tom. His response was to only slam your hips back down, keeping his hands there to pin them to the bed.

Your legs widen, allowing all of him to be flush against you. Biting down on your lip, your hands reach down to the top of Tom’s head to grasp onto his hair.

“Tom.” You whine. Tom releases a low moan, rutting his crotch against the mattress to relieve his own arousal.

“I know, I know.” His tongue swipes his lips, tasting a hint of you on them. He takes his boxers off you and tosses them to the floor. His eyes hungrily connect with your core.

The heat forming between you and Tom was overwhelming you, causing you to sweat. You move to take off your (Tom’s) shirt but it’s suddenly yanked back down. You look at Tom in shock to see his eyes on you, “Keep the fucking shirt on.” You comply, leaving the shirt alone.

Tom turns his attention back to your slit and how it glistened with your wetness. Before he can do anything, he pulls his shirt off, and throws it over his shoulder. Without any warning, he dives into your heat. You let out a high pitched moan, your thighs clenching, and your eyes rolling back.

“Shit, Tom.” You moan as his mouth suctions itself onto your center. It was wet and sloppy, all you felt was his mouth and tongue attacking your pussy. He moans in content at the sounds you made for him, the vibrations of his moan buzzed against your clit. You whine while your hands grasp onto his curls to bring him closer to you.

“Taste so good for me. You’re such a good girl for me, (y/n).” He praises you, sloppily kissing your heat. His fingers split your folds apart, a string of your arousal forming between the space. Tom flicks his tongue, teasing your hole.

“Can you give me another one, love?” He questions you, the pad of his thumb making rough circles on your clit.

“Y—yeah.” You stammered, features contorting in pleasure.

“Yeah? I know you can, baby.” He replaces his thumb with his mouth and began to suck on your clit. His fingers were back inside you, pumping in and out repeatedly. The combination of his mouth and rough fingers caused white flashes to appear in your vision. You felt like you were blanking out, drunk on the euphoric pleasure Tom was giving you. He knew every little thing that riled you up and took you apart—he was like a pro when it came to making you feel good.

“God, Tom I’m close.” You clamp down on his fingers, your legs wrapping around his waist. Tom picks up the pace of his tongue, adding a hint of his teeth to graze at your sensitive bud.

“C’mon darling, cum all over my face, give me another one.” His words vibrate against your clit again. With the help of his tongue and fingers, your back was arching off the mattress, a loud cry tumbling off your lips. Your legs tightened around him as you came all over him. Gasping, you pried him off your core, the sensations of your orgasm making you far too sensitive. Your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath after the blissful moment.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbles, easing away from your center with your cum dripping down his chin. A proud grin is on his lips. You stare at him through half shut eyes, “Don’t get cocky on me.”

Tom licks his lips and uses the back of his hand to wipe your cum from his face.

“I didn’t say anything, lovey.” He innocently retorts, allowing you to come down from your high. Tom lifts your shirt to press kisses along your hipbones and stomach.

“You had that stupid look, you cocky shit.” You knew he was proud at the fact that he was the reason to why you were so blissed out. You may have had flushed cheeks, hair sticking to your face, and sweating—but he thought you looked absolutely stunning beneath him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He hums nonchalantly, pushing your shirt to rest above your breasts. He momentarily stares at your erected nipples, almost boyishly. That glint of playfulness shining in his eyes.

“Come to daddy.” He says before ducking to suck on one of your nipples. You scrunch your face at him prying him off you. Tom objects, shooting you a look.

“You did not just fucking say that.”

“I did, now let me suck on them titties.” He snickers, can’t taking himself serious. You burst out laughing, “You’re killing the mood.”

He shakes his head, bouncing a bit, “Fine, sorry, sorry.” He pecks your lips and goes back to flicking his tongue on each of your nipples. You feel his hard on bumping against you, making your cunt squeeze down on thin air.

“Tom, you’re so hard.” Your hand rubs him through his boxers, helping him relieve himself of some tension. The action only causes Tom to jut his hips onto your hand.

“Thank you, baby.” He groans, pressing his forehead in between your breasts. You continue to rub him, finding the head of his cock and running your thumb past his tip. He suddenly snatches your hand from him, startling you.

“What?”

He kisses your wrist, “Nothing, sorry. I just won’t last long if you keep doing that. I need to be in you.” You nod, spreading your legs wider for him to get comfortable. Tom shimmies out his boxers, pulling out his length. It was quite long, with the veins almost popping out, and his tip red hot. Tom hissed when the air met his hard on.

You took some of your slick, gathering it on your hand, and used it as lube for Tom’s dick. He lines himself with your entrance and looks at you.

“You’re on the pill right?”

“Yup, I am.” You confirm, squeezing his bicep. Tom nods, interlocking one of your hands with his. The both of you sigh in relief once he enters you. The veins of his cock brush against your walls, his length completely filling you up.

“So fucking tight.” Tom breathes out, stilling so you can get used to him. You kiss his jaw, giving him the ‘ok’ to move. He pulls out then snaps his hips back into yours, knocking the breath right out of you.

He grabs one of your hands and rests his forehead against yours as his thrusts begin to grow harder and faster. “Yeah—won’t last long.”

“It’s ok, keep going Tommy.” You coax him, your free hand scratching at his back, spurring him on. Tom stills, leaning back to rest on his haunches. His hands grab onto your ankles, pushing your legs back until your knees touch your stomach.

“Keep these open for me, yeah?” He realigns himself with your entrance again. This time when he enters, he reaches deeper into you, hitting that spot that pushes you closer to becoming wrecked. Your moans are now bouncing off the walls; if Harry were home, the poor boy would have been mortified.

Tom smirks down at you, “That feels good doesn’t it, lovey?” As he says this his hand gently cradles your jaw, forcing you to look at him.

“You make me feel so good, Tommy.” You whimper, turning your head to kiss his palm. “Only you.”

Tom’s thumb glides past your lip before slipping it into your mouth. Your tongue swirls around his digit, getting it wet. He takes his thumb from your mouth and brings it back to your clit. His touch makes you jolt, your sensitive bud already overstimulated from your previous orgasms.

“I’m close, baby.” He warns you, his thrusts becoming erratic. His hips were moving sloppily, but he was still hitting your spot. You decide to help him out and replace his hand with yours on your clit.

“I fucking love you, fuck.” You groan. Tom connects his lips with yours, wanting to be as close to you as possible. With both his hands free, he angled his hips a certain way and began to rail into you, fucking you into the mattress.

“Baby, I’m cumming.” He whimpers against your lips. “Me too, Tommy. Cum in me.” You urge him, trailing wet kisses along the side of his face. The both of you come undone at the same time, entangled with each other’s limbs. Strings of white releases from Tom and coats your walls while mixing with your release. Tom’s face is nuzzled into your neck, while yours rests above his curls. He leans his weight onto you, your chests heaving and bodies twitching from the aftershocks.

Tom was the first to move, coming out from the crevice of your neck. He kisses you multiple times with whispers of “I love you’s”.

“I think you look really good in my clothes.” He whispers, the softest smile forming on his features, his eyes gazing at you.

You snort, motioning to the sticky mess between the two of you, “Really? I didn’t notice.” The two of your burst out laughing, stuck in your cozy little bubble.

The moment was interrupted by heavy knocking coming from the door, “WILL ONE OF YOU PLEASE TAKE ME TO CHURCH? MY EARS HAVE BEEN SINNED UPON.”

Tom groaned, “HARRY FUCK OFF!”

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Paparazzi

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You and Tom encounter the paparazzi when trying to leave the airport

Warnings: Paparazzi getting to close

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Stepping around the corner with Tom in the airport, you were blinded. Bringing your hand up, you desperately try to block the light. But there were flashing lights every which way you looked. Even the shiny surface of the floor was reflecting the light straight back up into your eyes.

Then the Paparazzi got closer. Tom gripper your hand tighter in his own. But just before you could cross the barrier to the feeding frenzy that was the Paparazzi. Tom pulled you to a stop. Looking at him quizzically, you watched as he pulled his baseball cap off his head and put it on yours. Pushing the brim down so that it covered your eyes.

"What about you?" you whispered to him, over the click of the cameras.

"I'll be fine, love," Tom promised you as he grabbed your hand even tighter this time. He was determined not to lose you in the fray.

With a deep breath, as if the two of you were about to dive underwater. You took the plunge into the medley. You tried to keep your head down as you stuck as close to Tom as you could. Your forehead came to rest on his shoulder as he gently guided you away from the sharks. But you could feel them closing in, and you couldn't escape. You could feel your chest tightening as you fought for breath.

You felt Tom squeeze your hand as if he could sense you were panicking. It wouldn't surprise you if he could sense it. He had always seemed to be in tune with you. As if Tom could read your thoughts and know what was going on at all times. Even when he was halfway across the globe.

You felt the tides changing as you and Tom started to escape. As the two of you got closer and closer to the door. To freedom. where you and Tom could pile into the waiting car that would wiz you away from the sea of people you were tapped in.

You felt the cool breeze of the outside. Looking up, you saw Tom opening the door. Beckoning you through, he got you safe and out first. Using his body to stop anybody else from getting out.

When you were safely out and in the fresh air, Tom followed. Placing your bags in the open boot of the waiting car. You had already piled in as you waited for Tom to clamber in so you could leave.

The moment Tom was seated and his seatbelt clicked, the car was out of there. Leaving the paparazzi and their flashing lights behind.

You let your body go limp as you flopped into Tom, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his heartbeat.

"You okay, love?" Tom asked, rubbing your back comfortingly.

I'm glad we escaped," you assured him.

I'm sorry." Tom whispered into your hair.

"Why?" You asked, no clue what he could have done.

"For the paparazzi," Tom told you.

"Why are you sorry about that?" You asked him. "You didn't tell then we would be there. Did you?”

"But I was the reason they were there," Ton told you.

"I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to go on a date with you." You assured Tom. "Yes, I hate it. But love spending time with you far, far more than I hate the paparazzi. I would do that every day if it meant that I got to spend the rest of my life with you."

"I love you." Tom smiled. Placing a kiss on your head.

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Uncharted Territory : Tom Holland x Reader

Description: 9.1k wc, Reader finds herself working on the set of one of Tom’s movies in an attempt to escape her stalker. Only, it seems she can’t outrun her troubles even in another country. This means y/n and Tom find themselves in uncharted territory as they try to navigate their way through the ordeal. Dark, stalker, hurt comfort, protective, injury comfort, angst to fluff. Happy ending.

Warnings: dark theme(s), violence, curse words, guns and gunshots, wounds/injuries, blood/bleeding, stalkers, stalker behavior, break-ins, and related.

This was a Ko-fi request by the lovely @theslayerofthevampires Thank you again for the support 💜

“You coming?” Tom asked as he approached y/n. He and a few others from the cast and crew were going out for drinks. He’d worked with y/n by now, but hadn’t spent much time with her outside of work.

Y/n gave Tom an appreciate smile but shook her head. “No, but thank you,” she replied politely.

“Do you prefer to do something else instead?” Tom offered with a smile.

“Oh,” y/n startled. “No, that’s okay,” she promised. She felt bad, Tom had always been nice and was going out of his way to make sure she was invited tonight. But, she couldn’t accept the offer, it would make her too susceptible to having her past repeated.

“Have I offended you in some way?” Tom asked gently, his smile having disappeared.

“What?” Y/n gushed as she shook her head quickly. “No, of course not!” She replied.

“Okay, well if you decide to join us all later, you know where we’ll be,” Tom proposed, a faint smile on his face again.

Y/n gave Tom another small smile and nodded. She felt bad, and truly wanted to be able to go. But she couldn’t risk getting close. Especially not to a guy. She had came all the way to Berlin for work in order to get away, she wasn’t going to undo that.

Y/n groaned to herself as she cleaned up her table. Today had been a total disaster. It was one thing after another. They’d basically got nothing done on set today and the director wasn’t handling it well.

“Ice cream is on me,” Tom commented warmly as he appeared from around the corner.

Y/n quickly looked up and visibly hesitated. But, she was quick to see how Tom’s immediate reaction to her hesitation showed he’d taken it personally. She had rejected spending time with him since they met. Although to be fair, she’d done that with everyone since she arrived. Only, the others had quickly given up on her ending her isolation; whereas Tom hadn’t. Y/n knew she had likely been being paranoid. Nothing had really happened since she arrived. And she was kinda tired of spending each night alone and having no one to talk to. Perhaps ice-cream with a co-worker wasn’t the end of the world. “Okay, sure,” she agreed.

It came as a surprise to herself, but y/n found herself and Tom growing closer over the last few weeks. In fact, she actually now considered him a friend. It was strange and slightly worrisome still, but also comforting. Especially given she was certain she was slowly losing her mind to her paranoia.

Y/n had gotten a handful of calls from unknown numbers over the past two days. All of which were silent when she would answer. She knew odds were it was simply telemarketers, but it still made her anxious. So spending time hanging out with Tom was helpful in that it distracted her from the suspicious calls.

While they’d certainly gotten closer lately, y/n still hadn’t expected for Tom to ask her out today during lunch. She also hadn’t expected herself to say yes so quickly and freely. Granted, that breeziness didn’t last long. As y/n was now in an empty bathroom stall as she tried not to suffer a panic attack.

Y/n knew she had feelings for Tom, but that was simply another reason she tried to stay away from him when they first met. However, as they’d hung out together as friends, her feelings only grew. He was just as respectful and friendly as she suspected he was upon seeing him interact with others the day he had arrived on set here in Berlin. Perhaps that’s why she was so comfortable accepting his offer instead of letting her paranoia cloud her mind and change her decision. She didn’t regret it, but she knew she’d need to still be on edge. At least until she could somehow ensure she could determine he wasn’t like Michael.

Y/n smiled to herself as she walked into her rental. She quickly locked the door behind her, but the smile didn’t leave her face. She’d just gotten back from her latest date with Tom and had a wonderful night.

Y/N’s smile evaporated the second she entered her tiny kitchenette area. She squinted hesitantly at the counter. There was a small pile of mail she’d opened but not dealt with yet on her counter. That wasn’t the odd part though; she’d left that there this morning. What was concerning was y/n swore she’d left her pen directly on top of the pile of mail. Only now the pen was haphazardly set to the side of the stack of documents.

Y/n sighed loudly as she ran her hands down her face. It could’ve rolled off the top of the stack; it was a pen after all. She was just being paranoid again and looking for trouble. Things had been going too well lately that her mind was getting defensive. She just needed to calm down. Surely if someone had been in here, there’d be other signs of it.

Y/n took a deep breath and decided to double check that she’d locked the door. Once she was sure that it was locked, she made her way to her bedroom space and plugged her phone in before it could die in case she needed it tonight. She then grabbed her bottle of anxiety meds from beside her bed and took one. Surely after enough time, she’d not need them anymore. She just had to let herself see that she was safe now. Time would help with that.

“Come on, love,” Tom nudged teasingly as he snuggled up to y/n. They’d been sharing crazy stories about how something that went wrong resulted in something positive down the road. Tom had explained how his Uber driver had told him he wasn’t going to get the role of Spider-Man while he was on the way to his audition. He had told y/n how as much as it had hurt and seemed like a bad omen, it actually increased his nerves and made him have this buzzing energy that matched Peter Parker’s character really well. Y/n had vaguely answered Tom’s question by stating that her ending up as part of the production crew for the movie they were working on and had met through (Uncharted) was actually the result of a situation gone wrong back home.

“It’s not fun like yours,” y/n explained with a fake light laugh.

Tom noticed the way y/n wouldn’t look at him and how her hands started to shake slightly. He quickly grabbed her hands and squeezed them tightly. “‘ey, love, it’s okay,” he promised. “If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay”.

“Are you sure?” Y/n asked, filled with guilt.

Tom nodded quickly. “Of course, darling, you don’t have to answer. I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t answer just because it has a different tone in nature than my story,” he explained.

“It’s a bit dark,” y/n admitted, staring up at Tom.

Tom nodded again. “That’s okay, if you want to talk about it, I’m here,” he promised, kissing her cheek.

“I don’t want you to see me differently,” y/n mumbled quietly, her eyes staring at her lap.

Tom frowned. “Y/n, I don’t know what’s going on,” he acknowledged softly. “But, I promise you that won’t happen, love,” Tom vowed.

Y/N’s eyes lifted up and she stared at Tom I’m silence for a moment, contemplating. “Okay,” she whispered. She took an audibly deep breath. “So… I- I ended up here because I had to get away from someone back home,” y/n explained vaguely. “I basically ran… changed my info and fled.” “And, yeah, that’s what brought me to Berlin,” she laughed humorlessly.

“You had to get away from someone?” Tom questioned cautiously. “Was it an ex?” he wondered out loud.

“No.” Y/n shook her head. “Not exactly… He-he wanted to be, I guess..,” she replied. “But we were just friends”. Her hands shook slightly as she recalled how it went down.

“I see, I’m sorry, love,” Tom said gently. “Did he hurt you?” He questioned, his worried eyes scanning y/n.

“No,” y/n answered quickly. Upon seeing Tom’s visible disbelief, she sighed. “Not physically at least,” she explained.

Tom nodded slowly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It sounds crazy,” y/n admitted.

Tom frowned and took ahold of y/n’s shaking hands. “He stalked you,” he guessed.

“How did-“ y/n panicked.

“I’ve had experience with stalkers before, they make you feel constantly on edge,” Tom sympathized. “That’s the only explanation for why you would think it would sound crazy,” he acknowledged. “Plus, love, it explains why you were so distant before”.

Y/n’s gaze dropped from Tom’s face guiltily. “Yeah… sorry about that,” she mumbled.

Tom lovingly squeezed y/n’s hand as he held her closer. “Don’t be.” “Just know, I won’t let him hurt you anymore,” he whispered into her hair.

“Tom,” y/n sighed.

“I do not mean to minimize what you went though,” Tom promised. “I simply do not want you to have to live in fear. I’ll help keep you safe as best as I can.” “I can get you some security if you need for when filming is over and you go back,” he offered calmly, smiling faintly as y/n relaxed some and leaned into him more.

Y/n smiled shyly but appreciatively.

Tom and y/n sat quietly for a little, Tom letting her steady her breathing. However, he noticed how she seemed to be bendy looking around the room. This helped him realize that while her breathing had slowed, she was clearly still somewhat distraught. “Thank you for telling me,” he said, holding her hands tightly. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“I-,” y/n looked up at Tom. She shook her head. “I d-do-don’t think so,” she stuttered. She curled the side of her lip up out of self pity. “I mean, I got a restraining order, ch-changed my name, flew to Berlin,” she trailed off, “but…”

“But?” Tom pressed.

“I still panic over every weird occurrence,” y/n blurted.

Tom squinted. He tried to trace back the areas y/n had been nervously looking at earlier for clues. “What do you mean?”

“It sounds paranoid without context… Maybe even with context… but,” y/n rambled bashfully.

Tom squeezed y/n’s hands supportively. “If you want to provide me with the context, I’m open to hearing it. Either way, I doubt it’ll sound paranoid knowing what you said you went through,” he sympathized.

Y/n nodded in agreement. “It’s kinda a long story,” she warned.

“I’ve got all the time in the world to listen to you, love,” Tom said.

Y/n bit back a small smile. It wasn’t hard when her focus shifted from Tom’s kind words to what she was about to disclose. “I… had this friend, Michael,” she murmured. “H-he and I would go to the movies, or hangout together a lot. He never asked me out; which is good, ‘cause I never saw him that way”. She frowned as she continued her story. “Yet, it was because of that that I didn’t know he saw me that way. Not until he started getting a bit possessive when I spent more time with other people.” She looked up nervously, only to be greeted by Tom’s compassionate gaze. “I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was staying with my cousin and his wife one weekend and posted about it… Michael got mad and … and asked who it was, why I didn’t tell him, and all of that kind of stuff.”

Y/n tucked her legs under her as she hesitantly let herself lean into Tom’s comforting embrace. “We got into a fight over it,” she recalled as Tom rubbed her back, “I said I needed space to myself in order to see if we could still stay friends after the weirdness.” She groaned to herself as the memories flowed. “I thought he was respecting that… but instead, he just started hiding his possessive traits.”

“It took me what I think was maybe, a week, to notice that he was following me,” y/n confessed with a scowl. “When I called him out on it, he apologized and… and pl-pleaded to let him make it up to me.” She shivered faintly, recovering when Tom rubbed her bare arms lovingly. “I told him that I needed to think and he began calling me, all day, every day, every hour of the night, to try to get through to me. I told him to stop but he didn’t.” She gritted her teeth as she reprocessed the events. “I blocked him… and then he started showing up everywhere and these ‘gifts’ started arriving at my house.” Y/n shook her head against Tom’s chest out of frustration. “I got a restraining order as I’d ran out of options, but the police did nothing as they said it was coincidental and I couldn’t prove it was him,” she explained.

Y/n wrapped her arms around Tom’s waist as he continued to hold her. “The part where I ended up here because of it, happened to be that, one night, I got a call saying that I was offered a spot on the production crew for Uncharted that I’d applied for months before.” She smiled faintly as she spoke about her change in luck. “I had my friend verify the offer, so I knew it wasn’t a trap from him,” y/n detailed. “When she mentioned the only issue she saw was that it was in Berlin, I saw it as a chance. I immediately changed my last name so that it wouldn’t show on any passports or flight registries, ordered a new emergency-rushed passport, and flew out here,” she concluded. “So, yeah, that’s me,” y/n added in an attempt to soften the tension caused by the rest of her words.

“That’s not you,” Tom murmured. He pressed a light kiss to the top of y/n’s head.

“What?” Y/n whimpered in a hushed voice.

“That’s something you went through,” Tom acknowledged with a frown. “But, it’s not who you are, y/n,” he soothed. He tightened his grip on her as she melted into his side. “I’m really sorry you had to deal with that.” Tom took a deep breath and intentionally focused on making his voice as soft as possible. “But, I have to ask, when you said there was something you were going to say that would make you sound paranoid, what was it?”

“Oh,” y/n laughed to herself. “That,” she mumbled, “right”. “Well,” she sighed loudly, “it’s just..”. A few moments of silence passed after she had trailed off before y/n spoke again. “See that picture frame?” Y/n asked as she pointed across the room to the shelf by her TV.

Tom nodded. “Yes, the one with you, and who I’m assuming is a friend of yours?” he asked to confirm he had tracked y/n’s finger-pointing back to the correct frame.

“Yeah,” y/n agreed.

Tom nodded again.

“Well, I…” y/n sighed. She truly felt crazy. “I could’ve sworn it was at a slightly different angle yesterday,” she admitted.

“Hmm,” Tom nodded. He looked around her room as he asked, “anything else?”

“What?” Y/n questioned, having been caught off guard by Tom’s response.

“Have you noticed anything else out of place?” Tom clarified.

“You don’t think I’m crazy?” Y/n asked, her eyes slightly widened.

“Not in the least,” Tom argued. “Hopefully it’s nothing,” he reassured, “but the fear is valid, and it doesn’t hurt to consider the possibility”. He wrapped his arms more securely around y/n in hopes it would help her feel protected and safe now.

Y/n was beyond appreciative over having been respected about what she felt might be paranoia. “Ummm, well…,” she mumbled. After reminding herself that Tom seemed to trust her instincts, she felt comfortable continuing to explain the weird things that had been occurring. “I’ve also been getting weird calls… with no one on the other end.”

Tom’s brows furrowed as he gazed down at y/n. He pouted to himself. “How long ago was this?” he asked.

“I got one earlier today,” y/n informed Tom.

Tom nodded. He gently tilted y/n’s head up so he could look into her eyes. “If it happens again, can you let me answer?”

“You want to answer it?” Y/n questioned in bewilderment.

Tom simply nodded. “I was sincere when I said I want to help,” he promised.

“Okay,” y/n nodded. “Thank you”.

“No,” Tom whispered, stroking y/n’s cheek. “Thank you for being willing to let me know and trusting me to help”.

“Tom…” y/n trailed off. Her hesitant eyes were focused in on Tom’s patient ones.

“Yeah?” Tom replied.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. “I wanted to explain that’s also why I… asked for us to stay a secret,” she frowned. “I don’t want my face getting out there, you know..”

“Of course,” Tom gushed supportively. “And darling, you don’t have to explain things like that, it’s your choice, my love.” He smiled softly as he ran his thumb over y/n’s cheek. “Nonetheless, I completely understand.”

“STOP!” Y/n shouted, her body violently flying forward from her sleeping position. She felt the air from the fan tickling her sweaty forehead. Her eyes were widened and she felt dehydrated. She felt someone grab her hand, causing her distant startled gaze to snap towards where her hand was resting on the bed. She quickly traced the hand back until she saw Tom watching her worriedly.

Y/n let out a shaky choked sob. Her eyes shifted away from Tom’s face in embarrassment. She felt him cautiously wrap his arms around her and bring her to his chest. “I’m… I…I’m sorry, T-Tom,” she apologized.

Tom gently shushed y/n and rubbed her back as she buried her face into his torso. He frowned to himself, hating that the woman he loved was so traumatized. He whispered soothing words as he held her tightly. He made sure to let her know that she was safe and that it was okay that she reacted this way to her nightmare.

Tom had almost gotten y/n back to a completely calm state when her phone began to ring. He felt her stiffen in his arms, making his frown return. He quickly reached over to the nightstand and picked up her cellphone. Tom squinted at the screen angrily but upon feeling y/n shimmy against him to try to see, he tilted the screen for her so she could check it first.

When y/n froze upon seeing the unknown number on her phone yet again, Tom delicately pulled her back to him. “Is it the silent call?” He asked her. Upon her nodding slowly, Tom shifted his jaw and pressed answer as he moved the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” Tom answered. He heard nothing in the background. Not even things or people shuffling around. The other side of the call was completely silent. “Either respond now, or stop calling this number,” Tom commanded. He waited for a response, but still, none came. He glared at the phone as the line went dead.

Tom silenced y/n’s phone before placing it back where he’d gotten it from. He adjusted the blankets to completely cover y/n’s shaking frame. Once she was covered properly, he securely wrapped his arms around her as he began to try and soothe her again.

The night Tom had learned about y/n’s history and comforted her after her related nightmare, the couple hardly slept as she was on edge for awhile after the call. But, after that night these weird occurrences suddenly stopped. It was so sudden in fact, that y/n was a bit fearful that Tom might be connected to Michael somehow. However, she calmed herself down and realized that was crazy as Michael wouldn’t have stopped now because of that even if Tom did have a secret connection to him; there would’ve been no reason to. In fact, one would expect if that were the case for Michael to feel more comfortable and increase his stalking behaviors. So, y/n figured she was just being paranoid from the very start as it had now been over two weeks without anything weird happening.

Y/n yawned lightly as she unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped inside. Her tiredness quickly turned to glee upon seeing the decorations Tom must’ve set up. They had agreed to staying in for date night tonight. Y/n had given him her spare key since she knew she’d be having to work at least an extra hour longer than he did on set today. She figured he could let himself in and get comfortable until she got there. She’d texted him about twenty minutes ago to let him know she was finally done on set. Given the romantic dinner that was currently set for two and rose petals covering the floor, he must’ve utilized that extra time to set this up. While she’d been expecting a more casual night in, she appreciated the sentiment.

Y/n walked further into her apartment, blissfully unaware to what was about to happen. Just as she’d approached the dining table, she felt a cold metallic pressure on the side of her head. Her body began to panic but she forced her mind to remain calm. Y/n turned at a glacial speed towards where the cold metal sensation was. Michael. She swallowed thickly as her dramatically widened eyes took in the way her stalker was suddenly standing directly beside her, a handgun barrel pressed against her head. Before she could find the words to say, or any words that is, Michael gripped her shoulder and motioned for her to sit.

Y/n’s hands nervously sat in her lap as she gazed across the decorated dining table. Michael was already staring back at her. While his appearance still filled her with terror, it was slightly better than it had been with the gun pressed against her.

“Eat, beautiful girl,” Michael said, waving the gun loosely around as he used it to point to y/n’s plate. “Come on, it’s our date night,” he encouraged when she didn’t move, “wouldn’t want the food to get cold”.

Y/n eyed the overbooked steak on the plate in front of her. Had Michael poisoned it? Would he do that? He liked her right? So surely he wouldn’t want her dead.. right? Had he somehow figured out about her relationship with Tom? If so, was that enough to make him try to poison her in retaliation? It’s not like she was even hungry. Not anymore. Any appetite she had when she walked in the door left the second she saw him. But she didn’t want to piss Michael off by not eating it either. Perhaps she could play it off.

Y/n poked her fork at the steak. “I.. uhh… I was actually going to try being vegetarian,” she lied.

“Since when?” Michael asked, seemingly deeply interested in the topic.

“I’ve thought about it for awhile,” y/n said slowly as she inventoried her surroundings. “A co-worker… o-on set showed me.. a… a video today though,” she rambled, biting her lip as she realized her only possible escape would be the front door.

“A vegan propaganda video,” Michael commented judgingly with a look of irritation on his face.

Y/n nodded nervously, her fear returning as her eyes made their way back to the gun in Michael’s hand.

“No worries, babe,” Michael said casually, “it’s sweet you care that much”. “We can still enjoy our night together,” he grinned.

Y/n nodded anxiously yet again, not wanting to offend Michael. “What are you doing here?” She asked. As appalling as this was, at least he was having positive feelings for her not anger against her at the moment. She hoped to keep it that way while also finding a way through this. If she somehow survived the night with him, maybe she could sneakily tell Tom tomorrow on set? Tom. How was she going to warn him to stay away? Did she want him to? Or did she selfishly want him to come over and help her? Could he help her? Was it selfish of her to want him to?

"I’ll have you know,” Michael groaned as he set his gun on the table beside his plate. He paused as he took a moment to enjoy a bite of his overcooked steak. “It wasn’t easy, you were really hard to track down, you know that," he complained.

Y/n’s brows furrowed. Not hard enough, evidently. “Oh,” she whispered. “How did you?” Y/n dared ask even though her voice shook as she worried if Michael would take offense to the question.

Michael actually appeared happy when the question left y/n’s mouth. He smirked as he pulled out his phone. The smirk shifted to a grimace as he glared at something pulled up on the screen. A few seconds later, Michael turned the screen towards y/n to show her.

On Michael’s phone was a picture of y/n and Tom. Given the weird angle and the setting, y/n knew it had clearly been taken by either a fan or paparazzi. Fortunately, as to not further anger Michael, the photo was innocent enough. In the unauthorized photo, y/n was sitting very closely to Tom and he had his arm over her; but that was it. The unfortunate part was that it was taken without their knowledge and leaked online for anyone to see; including her stalker Michael.

“Your new guy friend seems to have a large social presence,” Michael commented with blatant disgust.

Y/n ignored Michael’s attempt to act as if he hadn’t heard of Tom Holland before seeing the photo of her and him together. She nodded slowly, “that’s how.. How you knew I was in Berlin…”. Y/n placed her arms on the table, intentionally laying them over the utensils. She ignored the way the ends of the silverware dug into her skin as she asked Michael how he got inside her apartment.

“That was a bit trickier,” Michael confessed, but was still smug about it. “Especially given the name change,” he tsked. “Which, is too bad. I liked your real last name babe,” he complimented, reaching out and taking hold of y/n’s hands across the table.

Y/n froze and her body tensed. She couldn’t pull away without upsetting Michael. But it made her physically nauseated to be touching him. Or rather, to have him touching her.

Michael took y/n’s sudden tension as an implication that she felt bad about changing her last name. “It’s okay honey,” he nearly purred, squeezing her hands for good measure. “Both are nice. Any name is nice on you.” Michael let go of her hands as he resumed eating his meal. “Anyways, dear, to answer your question,” he mumbled with food in his mouth. “Once I went through the list of names for the cast and crew, I realized the name change, but thought it was just a mistake.” He shrugged casually as he continued, “nonetheless, I then name dropped your new last name when I got to set and asked for an extra key”. He smirked to himself, his eyes flickering up to meet y/n’s . “I’m sure you’re wondering how I was able to get one,” he said excitedly. “I pretended to be one of your co-workers who was running behind on their tasks and needed to get some papers you had left at home by accident and said I didn’t have time to get the key from you directly,” he bragged.

Y/n slowly dragged her arms back to her. She was careful to do it gradually as to not accidentally drop the streak knife on the floor in the process. As good of a plan as it was, she still felt very stupid in that moment. She should’ve told the others on set about Michael. She’d wanted to get away and leave it all behind her. But by not telling anyone, she let him worm his way back into her life so easily. She should’ve told the crew so they’d not be so naïve. But it was too late for that now. “Wow,” she murmured, hoping it came across as being impressed and not terrified. “S-so,.. wh-when did you get here?” Y/n questioned as her wrists hit the edge of the table. The serrated knife dropped to her lap; the sound muffled by her question.

“Nearly a month ago,” Michael answered breezily.

“What?” Y/n gasped, practically choking on air. A month?! Those weird occurrences had been Michael after all! She wasn’t paranoid. He’d been in her new apartment.

“I didn’t want to rush things,” Michael defended, his tone suddenly tighter. “We both know how that went last time.” He sighed. “But, I was the one who cleaned up the files in your kitchen, dusted your picture frames, and made your bed that day you forgot,” he grinned. “I also checked in on days I wanted to give you space but also wanted to check on you,” Michael added.

“That was you,” y/n murmured to herself as she thought back through all the crazy things that had happened.

“Of course that was me babe,” Michael scoffed. “Babe, I had to be sure you were taken care of”. He gritted his teeth as he glanced down at the gun beside him. “I’ll be honest, I’m not too fond of this… Tom, guy though, that you’ve brought into our lives,” he complained.

Y/n faltered. At this point, she didn’t know how to proceed. She didn’t know what Michael knew or perceived. “I- I-…” she stuttered nervously.

"I mean, really, babe?” Michael groaned as he shook his head. “Why be with Tom Holland?” “What does he have that I don't?” He asked with his arms crossed over his chest.

“He isn’t a stalkerish psycho,” y/n blurted. "So it’s more of what he doesn’t do that you do,” she said, her hand quickly covering her mouth. She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Well, there went trying to keep Michael ‘on her side’.

Michael instantly gripped the gun with one hand and the edge of the table with the other. His face demonstrated his sudden but deep agitation. “You’re a hard one to please, dear,” he nearly hissed. “But, no worries, in time I’ll learn your intricacies.” Michael let go of the gun as he rose to pour y/n some wine.

Y/n watched in anger and fear as Michael got closer. She was beyond fed up of trying to run and hide from him. She was tired of him altogether. She just wanted her life back. “Wh-What do you want from me, Michael?”

Michael squinted at y/n in confusion. “To be with me,” he said simply.

Y/n swallowed as she scooted her chair back slightly. “I’ve told you-“ she reminded gently.

“I know,” Michael nodded. “You see me as a friend,” he acknowledged briefly. “But, friends often become more than friends. You just need to give me a chance”.

“I did,” y/n argued angrily. She’d given him a chance to still be her friend after the first incident. But things hadn’t gotten any better.

Michael squeezed the wine bottle tightly until it broke. He sighed as y/n gasped and leapt from her seat in a panic. But, he nonetheless calmly cleaned up the mess as if it wasn’t some angry outburst. “I meant a real chance, dear,” he corrected though his teeth. “We’ll have time for that soon enough though”.

Y/n utilized Michael looking at the broken shards of glass from the wine bottle to slip the serrated steak knife into her back pocket. “What do you mean?” She asked, partially out of fear and partially to keep him talking. She’d try to wait this out, but if things went wrong, at least she now had a defensive option/weapon.

“I know you enjoy working on set here,” Michael said with what was likely an attempt at a sympathetic frown. “But, our relationship needs to come first, not work”.

“Relationship?” Y/n questioned, stepping back further from the table; and from Michael.

Michael groaned loudly as he picked the gun back up. But, he kept it low and at his side. “I don’t appreciate the fake dumb act, dear,” he scolded. “You’re far too smart for that babe,” he said with a glare, as if in warning. But, Michael quickly snapped back to an overly welcoming expression. “Now, as I was saying,” he redirected happily, “you’ll be coming with me when I leave Berlin tomorrow”. He stepped to the side of the table to approach y/n. “I’ve got your room already set up,” Michael smiled.

Y/n took another step back as she kept her eyes on Michael. “M-my… room?” She questioned. “Leave?”. Y/n rapidly shook her head. “Michael, I’m sorry, but, I think you’re confused,” She tried to empathize.

“I’m not confused!” Michael shouted. His right hand smacked loudly against the table beside him. The dishes rang out in the otherwise quiet room as they tried to steady themselves. “Sorry, dear,” Michael murmured upon seeing y/n’s fear. “Now, as I was saying,” he sighed.

Y/n jumped as a sudden knock hit her door. Someone was here. Tom. It was likely Tom. She still hadn’t settled on whether or not she wanted him to be here for this. Nor if it was okay for her to want such a thing. But that didn’t matter, because Michael had already stomped over to the front door.

Y/n watched silently as Michael peered through the door hole. She noticed the way he gripped the handle of his gun tighter as he glared through the tiny circular window. She froze with wide eyes as he spun towards her suddenly.

“Why is he here?” Michael spat as he stormed towards y/n, waving his gun frantically.

“W-well…,” y/n mumbled quietly. “W-We had a date n-night pl-“ she tried to defend cautiously.

Michael pointed the gun at y/n’s forehead as he glared at her. “No, WE had a date night planned,” he hissed, moving his pointer finger to the trigger. “Get rid of him,” he commanded. Michael grabbed y/n’s bicep and tugged her towards the door.

Y/n nodded frantically. “Tom, I’m coming!” she dared to call out. At least this way Tom would know she was home. That way he wouldn’t just leave and she might even be able to secretly alert him to get her help. She yelped as Michael’s free hand suddenly clapped over her mouth.

Michael dug the barrel into the side of y/n’s head. He lowered the hand from her lips and nodded towards the front door. “Casually!” He whispered harshly. “Don’t act so fearful,” he said, his voice softening drastically, “it’s just me”. When y/n refused to move, he nudged her forward. “Now, go”.

“Don’t act fearful says when there’s a gun to your head,” y/n mumbled to herself as she moved away from Michael. She took a deep breath and slowly opened the door. She schooled her expression into what she hoped would meet Michael’s demands.

Tom looked up from the flowers and wine in his hand as he heard the creaking of y/n’s door. His heart dropped upon making eye contact with her. She was clearly not herself. “Love, what’s the matter?” He asked worriedly.

Y/n resisted a small smile at how attentive Tom was. She shook her head and gave him a sad frown. “I.. uhh…,” she mumbled, pausing when she felt the cold metallic of Michael’s gun move back to the side of her head. “I’m not f-feeling well,” she stated, avoiding eye contact with Tom.

“I can see that, darling,” Tom frowned. He discarded the wine and flowers on the ground beside y/n’s door. “What happened? Did you get another ca-” he began to ask.

Y/n cut Tom off before he could finish his question. She knew he was going to ask if Michael had called her again, and that was the last thing she needed right now. “I-.. I’m sick,” she lied weakly.

Tom squinted. “Does your head hurt?” He interrogated as he scanned y/n’s face.

“What?” Y/n croaked.

Tom pouted, his brows furrowed. “You’ve been crying,” he stated.

Y/n lifted a shaky hand to her face. She hadn’t realized she’d cried at some point between arriving home to Michael’s intrusion and now. But, as her fingers trailed over her cheeks, she realized Tom was right. “O-oh, just-just feeling crummy, is all,” she tried.

Tom didn’t want to pry if y/n needed a night alone. But something told him he shouldn’t leave. If she was truly that sick, he should stay to take care of her. “Why don’t I help?” He offered, taking her hands in his. “I have a strong immune system and can order us some soup-”.

Y/n rapidly shook her head, making Tom release her hands and take a respectful step back to give her space. God, she was already in love with him, wasn’t she?. “I.. it’s not that kind of sick,” she explained. After she noticed the confusion in Tom’s face, she added, “and I just want to sleep”. She felt guilty for the way Tom’s face dropped even more. “Raincheck?”

Tom was still internally questioning the circumstances. But, he wanted to respect y/n’s boundaries so he nodded slowly. “Of course, darling,” he agreed. Tom knew he had to push aside the worry that came with seeing y/n’s wild eyes and clammy skin; she’d all but asked him to leave multiple times now, he needed to do as she asked. “I.. I’ll see you on set tomorrow then, yeah?” He questioned still feeling something was off.

Y/n nodded reluctantly, not wanting to make a promise she wasn’t sure she would be around to keep.

Tom slowly stepped closer, watching for any signs that y/n didn’t want him to give her a goodnight kiss. When she didn’t show any rejection, he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss on her lips. “Goodnight darling,” Tom whispered, “feel better”.

“Th-thank you,” y/n replied with a small sad smile. Would that be their last kiss? She had to do something. “Goodnight, T-Thomas,” she croaked, making eye contact with him one last time before stepping back to close her door.

Michael dragged y/n away from her front door by her elbow. “What was that kiss?” He growled. Michael glared at y/n as she looked down and tried to stifle her crying. He sighed and pulled y/n into his arms. “I can’t stay mad at you,” he confessed, nuzzling his nose against the top of her head. Michael didn’t seem to notice the way y/n shook in his arms, crying more forcefully now. “Shhh,” he said, it coming off as a demand. When her cries softened in volume, he grinned and squeezed her against him, “that’s my girl”.

Y/n could no longer miss the fact that she was crying. At this point, her tears were actively streaming down both of her puffy cheeks. “Please!” she pleaded, trying to wedge her hands up between her and Michael’s chest to push him back.

Before Michael could react to y/n’s pleas, the front door swung open.

Tom had quietly waited outside after y/n shut the door; unable to ignore the worry he was feeling. His concerns had only amplified when y/n called him Thomas instead of Tom. She never did that. Something was wrong. He was just glad that he hadn’t heard the sound of y/n locking her door after closing it; suggesting it was still unlocked. As such, he readied himself and threw the door open.

Michael spun towards the door, allowing y/n to wiggle free from his grip. He glared at Tom as the man ran towards him with rage in his eyes. As Tom dove into his torso, Michael’s gun slipped from his hold. Meaning the two ended up in a brief hand-to-hand tussle.

After a successful knee strike against Michael, Tom rushed towards y/n. He prayed his grabbing her wouldn’t scare her, but he had to act quickly. Tom gently, but securely, grabbed her hand and tugged her behind him. He positioned himself between her and Michael. “I know it’s hard,” Tom whispered breathily. “But, I need you to trust me,” he explained as he shifted them so they continued to face Michael as the man stalked closer. “Everything is going to be alright,” Tom promised as he reached back and squeezed y/n’s hand. “Do as I, darling, I’ll get you out of here”.

“What do you think you’re doing, mate?” Tom asked Michael as he tried to plan a way to get y/n to safety. “Just leave her be”.

Michael glared at the couple as he stormed closer. “She’s mine,” he growled.

“She’s not property, mate,” Tom corrected with an eye roll. He held his palm out flatly behind his back to signal for y/n to stop; to stay where she was. Tom took several steps forward, towards Michael and away from y/n.

Michael closed the remaining distance between him and Tom, glaring the whole time. “Don’t talk about her,” he growled. Now that he was within striking distance, he raised his fist.

“Hide! Now!” Tom advised as he blocked Michael’s fist with his palm. As he watched y/n run out of the room and into the hallway, he counterattacked, trying to swipe Michael off his feet. It worked, but on the way down, the stalker tried to pull Tom with him. Thank God for the fight training he had to do for Spider-Man and Uncharted!

Tom and Michael wrestled for several minutes. Tom knew the creep was muttering something, but he didn’t bother to try to decipher it. All that mattered was trying to subdue him so y/n could get away. However, Tom’s plans halted when it appeared that Michael had somehow found the gun he’d dropped earlier, and now he had Tom at gunpoint.

Michael grinned wickedly at Tom as he stood up and signaled for Tom to remain kneeling. He used his free hand to wipe the blood from his busted lip. “Y/n, dear!” He called out as he moved behind Tom to hook his arm around his torso. When she didn’t come out of hiding, he groaned loudly and placed his finger on the trigger. “If you don’t come out babe, I’m going to shoot this idiot,” he threatened.

“Don-” Tom groaned as he wriggled in Michael’s hold. “Don’t!” He shouted, hoping y/n wouldn’t listen to the stalker’s demands.

“Shut the hell up!” Michael snapped, tightening his hold on Tom. He pulled Tom closer, making Tom’s back more flush against his torso and dug the barrel of his gun into Tom’s temple. “Y/n, if you care about your friend, you’ll-” he warned.

Y/n’s appearance in the living room cut Michael’s threat off. She stared with wide eyes as she stood before Tom and Michael. This was her mess; she got Tom into this. She needed to get him out of it. “I-I’ll go,” she said with a visible gag. “I’ll-”.

“No!” Tom shouted as he fought against Michael. He even brought his elbow backwards into the man’s torso. But, this only resulted in Michael digging the barrel further into his temple.

“Stop!” Y/n begged. She didn’t care that she’d given up any leverage she may have had. Tom needed to get out of here. No one else needed to suffer. “Just,” y/n cried, “just stop hurting him, hurting anyone, and…” She swallowed thickly, “and then… I’ll go”.

“Y/n!” Tom hissed as he stared at her with wide pleading eyes. “Don’t do this!”

“Willingly,” Michael added. When y/n didn’t seem to understand his statement, he stared at her expectantly.

Y/n nodded shakily. “Y-yes,” she whispered. “Wi-will….,” she paused. After she took a deep breath, y/n cleared her throat. “Willingly,” she lied, the words barely choked out before her tears started to fall. It was a lie, it wasn’t willingly. Nothing about this was willingly done. But she would willingly choose to protect Tom. Besides, she knew there was no way Michael was going to just let Tom live. She knew he saw him as a threat. He was just currently using him as leverage. So, y/n figured she might as well try to flip the situation on Michael.

Tom shook as he scratched at Michael’s arm that was wrapped across his front. “Y/n,” he pleaded, “no, don’t do this! Please!”

Y/n shot Tom a sympathetic look. She wanted to try to silently communicate that she wasn’t going as willingly as she stated, but she couldn’t risk Michael noticing. “I’m sorry,” she sighed.

Michael hummed cockily. “That’s my girl,” he declared with a grin. “I knew you’d choose me”. He slowly released Tom, keeping the gun on him while Tom snapped up and into a fighting stance. He kept an eye on Tom as he walked nearer to y/n, the gun pointed squarely at Tom the whole time. Yet, he noticed the way Tom nevertheless moved closer as if still willing to fight.

Michael waved y/n over to him smugly. When she was by his side, he lifted his free hand up to stroke her cheek, causing Tom to lung forward slightly. “Ah ah,” he scolded, “she said she was doing this willingly”. “I won’t have you violating her boundaries and wishes,” Michael stated ironically.

Y/n’s eyes nearly popped out of her head when she heard Michael say to Tom “now you have to just watch as she kisses her actual crush”. She froze in disgust and panic. But, she quickly recovered as the expectant look on Michael’s face helped her realize she had to play along. She took a deep breath and summoned up any acting ability she may somehow secretly have.

Y/n begrudgingly neared Michael. She closed her eyes as she moved her lips until they were millimeters away from his. She set one hand on his shoulder; for both stabilization and distraction. The other hand she kept at her side, fingers slipping into her pockets.

Just as Michael seemed to become fed up with waiting and began to move his head closer, y/n swiped the serrated steak knife from dinner out of her pocket and slammed it into his arm that was holding the gun. She instinctively took a step back as blood spurted from the wound. However, she knew she didn’t have long; Michael was going to be livid.

Y/n pulled the knife out of Michael’s arm, trying not to dry heave at the sight and sensation of his muscles and tendons tearing against it as she did. She noticed the gun had lowered from being aimed at Tom and was not just hanging at his side. But, before she could grab it and hold him at by gunpoint until the police got there, she watched Michael try to lift the injured arm to point the gun at her as his other arm gripped her hip.

Y/n quickly plunged her weapon into Michael’s thigh and pulled downwards. She once again removed the knife from his leg as she stepped back. She noticed he’d dropped the gun in an attempt to grab at the sudden wound to his thigh. So, this time y/n tossed the bloody knife across the room so Michael couldn’t use it against her. Simultaneously, she scooped up the gun and moved backwards as she pointed it at him.

Y/n had never held a gun before, much less shot one. Prop guns on a movie set? Sure! But a real one, not until now. The weight of it and what it symbolized felt heavier than even the blood-soaked knife she’d stabbed Michael with. As such, she was too distracted by the chaos to notice Tom’s warning shout as Michael grabbed at her leg from the ground. Within seconds, her body slammed to the floor. She groaned loudly but otherwise kept her advantage, the gun only moving off of Michael for a split second.

Y/n kicked and scooted across the ground, her leg hurting too much for her to dare risking an attempt to stand up. She kept the barrel pointed at Michael as she slid further from him. She noticed Tom placing himself between her and Michael as they glared at each other across the floor.

Tom watched Michael closely as he tried to back up slowly until he could reach y/n. Only, he abruptly stopped and went to change directions and head towards her stalker as the man suddenly rose and began charging. Tom and Michael exchanged blows once again. His hand slipped in the blood on Michael’s arm as he tried to grab him, allowing Michael to escape his hold for a moment. But that was all it took for the man to charge towards y/n. Before Tom could even attempt to get ahold of him once again, a gunshot rang out.

Y/n had seen the look in Michael’s eyes as he fought with Tom. She was trying to figure out how to get him to stop. Did she shook him? Just threaten to do so? And if that didn’t work, then actually shoot him? She didn’t have a chance to figure it out when suddenly he was racing her way yet again. With slightly trembling fingers, y/n aimed the gun at Michael’s legs and pulled the trigger. She screamed as the shot rang out and Michael dropped to the ground.

Tom immediately sprinted over to y/n. He threw himself into the floor beside her. He cautiously set his hand over her shaking ones that were still holding the gun. Once she let go of it, he took it from her and moved it to his right hand. With his left hand, he pulled y/n to his side and tried to rub her back.

“I-,” y/n gasped. “I had to do it,” she defended quietly, her eyes still on Michael’s crumpled form.

“I know,” Tom reassured y/n. He held her body tighter to him as he felt her tears soak his shirt. The gun was still in his other hand, but pointed at Michael in case the man was stupid enough to try again. Tom wasn’t going to take any chances. Michael wasn’t coming anywhere near y/n ever again.

Y/n turned her gaze away from her stalker and buried her face in Tom’s side when he tapped her cheek to try to distract her. “I… I didn’t w-wa-want to shoot him,” she cried. Despite Tom’s supportive hold on her, she shook violently against him.

“I know, it’s okay,” Tom promised, resting his chin atop y/n’s head.

“No,” y/n gasped as she choked on a sob. “I-…. it’s not okay,” she argued. “I just shot someone!”

Tom frowned. “‘ey, ‘ey,” he whispered, his left hand gently lifting y/n’s damp chin up so she would look at him. “‘ey,” he repeated when she finally met his gaze. “He was charging at you.” “You did the right thing,” Tom informed her.

Y/n sniffled and hiccuped as she tried to compose herself. “You’re… You’re not afraid of me?” She asked, her voice cracking.

Tom shook his head. “No, love, ‘course not,” he promised quickly. “I’m proud of you for doing what you had to,” he admitted solemnly.

Once y/n was in less of a panicked state, Tom quickly scanned her body for any injuries. “How’s your leg?” He asked, glancing between her and Michael rapidly as to not take his eye off the threat for too long.

Y/n stretched the leg in question out before her. “Just sore, I think,” she answered as she felt out the extent of the injury from her fall.

Tom sighed in relief, quickly pulling y/n back to his side.

“Are you okay?” Y/n croaked out after a few moments of hesitant silence. She was afraid to ask the question. She hadn’t noticed any excessive injuries, but it had all happened so fast she couldn’t be sure.

Tom heard the deep worry in y/n’s tone and hummed. “I’m fine,” he promised, tenderly squeezing her hip for effect. “Much better now that you’re here, and he’s over there,” Tom pointed out as he nodded his head towards Michael.

Y/n whimpered in tired agreement. She nuzzled into Tom’s embrace, appreciating the protection and love she felt. “Th-thank-,” she began.

“Don’t you dare thank me,” Tom spoke softly. “It’s not needed,” he promised. He crooked his neck and placed a light kiss to y/n’s head. “We’re safe now”.

Tom lifted the blanket up to keep y/n tucked in. She was resting curled up against him, his arms wrapped securely around her shrunken frame. They were seated on the couch at his apartment, under several oversized fuzzy blankets as y/n had been freezing; seemingly from her lingering anxiety after tonight’s events. By now they’d already talked to the police and completed any forms they’d been asked to do. They ventured to Tom’s apartment as y/n understandably didn’t want to be in her apartment any longer; plus, it was a crime scene still. But despite the change in environment and how tiring the situation had been, neither one could find sleep. So, they simply held each other as they snuggled on the couch.

Y/n hesitantly broke the silence. The fact that they didn’t feel the need to talk about it right away was a relief. But, there was one question that was bugging her. “Tom?” She asked quietly.

Tom pressed his back against the couch cushions so he could see y/n better. “Yes, darling?” He replied, a small but sympathetic smile on his face as he sensed her reluctance to speak.

“How… I’m glad you did,” y/n said vaguely. “But…,” she nervously bit her bottom lip. “How did… how did you know something was wrong?” She wondered.

“You called me Thomas,” Tom answered easily.

“Wh-what?” Y/n questioned.

Tom smiled and cupped y/n’s cheek with his right hand, the other staying protectively placed on her hip. “Darling, you never call me Thomas, only Tom,” he pointed out.

Y/n bit her bottom lip. It worked. “I… I didn’t know how else to signal it,” she admitted. “But… I… well, I wasn’t sure it would work, that you’d notice the slight difference”.

Tom squeezed y/n’s cheek lovingly. “I notice everything when it comes to you,” he said. “Especially if it has to do with your safety or wellbeing,” he added with a faint smile.

Y/n smiled back softly. “I’m glad,” she confessed. “On the bright side,” she murmured, turning to rest the back of her head against Tom’s chest. “At least now I know how to alert you if someone’s wrong, or if he-“.

“He’s never going to hurt you again,” Tom vowed. He tightened his grip on y/n protectively. “I will do whatever it takes to ensure you never have to worry about him again, trust me”.

“I do,” y/n commented warmly as she squeezed Tom’s hands that were locked around her waist. “I trust you, Tom,” she promised.

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Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You are attending a meeting of the families with Tom when his rival has the audacity to insinuate something he shouldn’t, challenging the peace agreements that had just been established, Tom has to claim what is his.

Warnings: Slight Dom!Tom, Smut, Thigh Riding, Oral(Fem receiving), Unprotected Sex(Please practice safe sex), chocking(one mention), Cunt Slapping, Fingering, Slight exhobitionism if you squint, Cockwarming, Drinking. I think that is it, if its not I am so sorry.

Word Count:11.1k(Holy shit I am so sorry)

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As you prepared for the meeting between Tom and his rival Charlie, you thought about how you got to this point in your life, your lip tugged down as you watched your reflection in the mirror making sure that you applied your lipstick to your lips in the most precise manner. You had met Tom some 5 years ago in a coffee shop, he immediately caught your eye and apparently you caught his as well. In the early part of yours and Tom’s relationship, Tom had tried to protect you from his life and all the terrifying people that dwelled in the shadows of it, but that could only last for so long, one night he ended up on your front porch at 3 a.m 6 months into your relationship, dressed in nothing but a hoodie and grey sweatpants. It was that night that it became indisputable that there was something about his life that you knew nothing of. Your thoughts ran through the occurrences of that early morning when the world was asleep and all that mattered was you and Tom. Your mind clouded as you made your way into yours and Tom’s shared bedroom, moving to your closet, hands bunching together a group of dresses that hung together on the rod and bringing them out to your bed, turning to face the large mirrored door. As you began to move through the dresses, trying to see what you felt best in at this moment, your consciousness was still on that couch so many years ago, watching Tom sitting across from you, sipping a cup of mint tea that you brewed for him in silence. You remember that you didn’t want to push him, because for once in the time that you had known him, he seemed lost and frayed at the edges, you feared that your words might unravel the worn cloth of a man sitting in front of you. He spoke first, spilling everything that he had gone through, how he got into the lifestyle because of his father. The Holland’s being a crime family and all, it made sense for the father to pass down the responsibility to his eldest son, you just hadn’t been aware of any of it. He kept talking, explaining how much loss he has experienced since inheriting the weight of being the boss, how he has seen his men die and feared the worst for you, he spoke of the man named Charlie, Tom spoke his name as if it was profanity, with fear and hatred oozing from every letter. Though he didn’t go in-depth that night you knew that Charlie was a man that had caused Tom much pain, one who had failed every attempt at peace and calm between the two families and you would quickly learn this firsthand as well. That night he cried into your shoulder as you sat silent, processing everything your love had just told you but your silence terrified Tom he thought that in sharing the most vulnerable part of him, that he had ended it between you but you wordlessly assured him, cupping his face in your hands, soothing your thumbs over his damp cheeks lips meeting his in a desperate kiss, confirming to him that your heart was still his, and his was still yours, all he could do was ask you not to drop it, your lips worked against his in a way that assured him you never would.

You remembered that night fondly, as it was in that darkness that your lovely, yet unavoidably troubled partner had let you fully see him, every bit of him, the ones that he hid from everyone but you, you were his peace, his quiet, the love of his life, though it had been many years ago it seemed like everything he uttered that night stayed with you, every moment that he spent searching for words was seared into your head as you took in his pained features. From that night on you knew that he was it for you, that you would stand by his side in times of need and when not needed but simply wanted, you would be with him and he would be with you.

This unspoken agreement between the two of you leading you to now, standing in front of the massive mirror that is your closet door, adjusting the umpteenth dress you had pulled from the mountain of clothe, trying to make it sit right on your curves, to flatter every part of you as you walked through the groups of important and scary people. Your other options had piled up on the large bed behind you, loathing the way that they had dawned on your body, they just didn’t make you seem as powerful as you wanted them to. This final dress, with its layers and draping of fabric, your breast largely exposed in the deep V of the neckline, made you feel how you wanted to, as powerful as anything. You were lost in thought, your hands tracing the fabric as you zoned out staring at your reflection, a pair of hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you tightly back into the suit covered chest, biceps bulging through the tight blazer as the arms squeezed you, a nose nuzzling your neck before placing feather-like kisses along with the sensitive spot.

“You look stunning, baby” you sighed in response as Tom’s hands began to wander, you laid your head back against his shoulder, looking at his eyes that were too busy admiring your body in the reflection. He knew he was going to have a hard time keeping his hands off of you tonight, even with the distractions of peace talks and treaties between families he knew his mind would be stuck on you.

His fingers began to gather the fabric, hitching it up every so very slightly exposing the top of your black fishnets, latched to your black stocking garter, a small pistol tucked in the thigh holster. Tom felt himself get hard in his pants as he saw this, he loved it when you wore these garters, the gun on your hip also did things to him, though it was scary, it was necessary for the business and it also reminded him just how capable his partner was. As he took in your exposed thighs, how your ass was pressed up against his cock, your largely bare breasts, his dick was rapidly hardening and you felt it, a smirk growing on your flushed features. Tom’s hands spun you around, the soft fabric of his shirt rubbing over your exposed chest, your skin felt hot under his trialing touch, a finger drawing a line up your thigh and tracing the line of the garter. His head tucked into your neck, lips colliding with the blushing skin, a shiver running down your spine and goosebumps erupting across your skin, his lips suckled softly before pulling back and soothing over the freshly tender skin. The hand that had been on your thigh slid up even further, cupping your clothed pussy beginning to rub back and forth, a ring on his middle finger delving between your folds, the edge catching on your clit making your head fall forward, against his chest. The other hand that had been placed on your hip moved up, grabbing your breast in this hand, your nipple hardening against his touch as he began to massage the mound.

“Sir,” there was a knock at the door as Harrison’s voice resonated through the wood but there was no pause. The door simply swung in as he stepped through the threshold. Tom spun around, hiding your body with his broad frame, anger briefly flashing through his chestnut eyes at his guards' lack of courtesy.

“The fuck, Harrison?” Tom bit, his body still covering yours as you readjusted your outfit, pulling your dress down and smoothing the wrinkled fabric over your breast.

“Your car is here, Sir” Harrison informed, averting his eyes from the scene before him as you stepped out from behind Tom.

“We will be right down, Thank you Harrison” you spoke gratefully, trying not to let the disappointment taint your words. Tom had been so busy lately and you just wanted some attention, your fingers just didn’t feel the same. The man nodded as he stepped out of the room, you turned back to Tom, adjusting his suit and tightening his tie, laying your hands flat against his chest as his hands found their way back to your waist. Swiping your hands outwards, dusting off any lint that tainted his black suit, you deemed him ready. Pulling his hand from your waist and holding it tight in your own you met his eyes as they already stared intently at you.

“You ready for tonight?” you whispered, trying to decipher Tom’s mood, was he worried, angry, horny?

“Yes, are you?” he hummed, squeezing your hand as he broke his stoic demeanor. You responded with a hum, leaning in and connecting your lips with Toms in a chaste kiss. You pulled away from his intoxicating lips, turning your back to him as you began to make your way to the car. Tom stood still for a moment, taking in your every move as you walked away from him. An idea sparked in his head as he rubbed his hand along his thighs, wiping your arousal off of his fingers. With a new smirk on his face, he made his way after you, sliding into the backseat of the car that you had already entered. With a nod to his driver through the rearview mirror, the car began down the driveway.

“C’mere, love” Tom’s voice broke over the sound of the engine, reaching out an arm and snaking it around your waist, pulling you into his side. “I was just getting started when we got interrupted” he mumbled, his lips near your ear.

“Yeah, I was looking forward to it” you hummed, nuzzling into him, his lips colliding with your ear before biting at your ear lobe.

“You thought it was over? Oh no, my darling, we are not stopping” he reached forward and flicked a switch, the partition quickly beginning to rise, separating the both of you from the driver's view. “Straddle my thigh” he ordered, his voice like burnt sugar sweet on your ears, fingers digging into your hips and tugging upwards and helping you into a straddle position over his grey-clothed covered thigh, easing you down whilst hiking your dress over your hips. You emitted a soft moan as you came in contact with his muscular thigh, your body demanding more friction, an involuntary rock of the hips, grinding you further down against him. “That's right baby, ride my thigh” he encouraged, a smirk overtaking his often stern features. His hands pushed back against your hips, the heat of friction erupting in your core. You threw your head back in pleasure, exposing your neck to him, leaning into you he united his lips with your skin, kissing feverishly, teeth grazing and breath fanning across flushed flesh as he began to bounce his knee, a form of vibrations entering up through you.

“Fuck, Tom” you moaned as he sucked gently, but not hard enough to mark, on your sweet spot, the pleasure building up through your body as it began to feel dizzying, the motions of the car adding to the pulse in your core.

“You like that, hmm?” Tom asks “I want you to make a wet spot on my thigh, make it obvious just what we were doing in the car” he urged as he pressed down on the curve of your hip, forcing you to apply more pressure against his thigh.

His words had a strong effect on you, as you felt your orgasm building, you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter, you felt every heartbeat in your clit as the blood coursed through you. His hands reached around, grabbing your ass cheeks and squeezing them in his palms causing another moan to pass your lips at his harsh touch.

“Tom, I-fuck” you lost your words as your toes curled in your heels.

“You fuck what, Love?” he chided, and if you could you would have rolled your eyes as the comment but you already couldn’t control your breathing how could you control your eyes.

“I’m fucking close” you managed out between whimpers as the sensations began to overtake.

“Yeah?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he took in your state, you nodded rapidly, you could feel a coil begin to wind in your stomach. Tom removed a hand from your ass, coming to the front as he bunched up your panties, pulling the crotch up between your labia and tugging, the fabric coming in direct contact with your clit, lifting the hood to the exposed nerve endings, he continued to tug, one hand still gripping your ass, raising you and rocking you against his thigh again but this time it was only your labia coming in contact with the flesh, soft and gentle touches against the swollen lips. At this point, your thighs were shaking, barely able to hold yourself up anymore as Tom’s hand on your ass was doing most of that work. Tom could see on your face just how close you were as you trapped your lip between your teeth and your eyes fluttered beneath your eyelids. He tugged hard on your panties, that harsh just of the fabric against your clit sending you toppling over the edge. The coil in the base of your abdomen snapped, pleasure rippling through your body as your head fell back, you bit back a scream of pleasure as to not expose your sinful acts to the driver. Tom's fingers went to your clit, circling over the nub to milk you of every bit of orgasm he could. He could feel your wetness on his thigh, soaking the fabric even further than you already had. You sighed when your orgasm finally left your body, your head falling forwards against Tom’s muscular shoulder as you caught your breath, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you close against his chest. You felt the car come to a stop, the sound of gears shifting into park reached your ears, alerting you to the fact that you had arrived at the venue of the meeting.

You climbed off of Tom, pulling your panties out of the front of your vulva, arranging the small fabric to once again cover your lips before pulling your dress down, covering the flesh that he had exposed. You did this in just enough time as the driver opened the door for Tom, standing to the side to clear your path. Tom slid out of the car first before turning to you, offering a hand to you to assist your exit of the car, swinging a leg to the edge of the seat, your heel meeting the ground before anything else but as soon as you tried to stand your legs shook, knees not locking and falling out from underneath you, Tom’s arms catching you, hooking underneath your arms and holding you close, he pulled away once he felt you could stand on your own, putting an arm over your shoulder to keep you close as you walked towards the entrance of the old warehouse.

There were men in black suits surrounding the door, you could only assume that they were with Charlie. You examined them as you walked past, noting the bulge of guns showing under their blazers or tucked into the back of their pants. You knew it should scare you, you knew that this should make you feel something but you had become so accustomed to it you didn't even notice anymore. All the men gave curt nods to Tom as you walked past, fear showing behind some of the men's eyes, you saw it, burning just beneath their irises, they knew who he was and they were terrified. Watching as grown men stepped out of your boyfriend's way you felt the tingle come back and you wanted to curse yourself, he had just made you cum and you already wanted more, but here you were, the itch of touch wanting skin spread up through your body creeping like a rash. You felt as you began to get slick again but you ignored it, continuing into the venue filled with fierce-looking men and cigar smoke. The air was thick with cologne and smoke, you smiled to yourself as you remembered your first meeting like this, you nearly coughed up a lung at how thick and foreign the air felt.

“What are you grinning at, love?” Tom asked, squeezing your hip and pulling you closer to his side.

“Just remembering the first time I came to one of these, how I nearly died choking on the air,” you explained as you turned to him, “But that was so long ago, you would think you lot would have figured out the whole peace thing by now” you joked, and Tom gave you a tight-lipped smile and a warning look.

“Careful love, might not be the best place to say things like that” he reminded you as he began to guide you to a couple of empty seats. “Plus, if it wasn’t for Charlie’s guys always killing people, we wouldn’t need to keep doing this” Tom’s voice sounded bitter and you knew why, Charlie had caused Tom a lot of strife over the years, so much undue pain was because of that man’s dealings and the only reason there wasn’t a bullet in his head was because Tom knew that it would start a war that would leave no one unscathed.

“Sorry, Tom, I didn’t-”

“S’alright, love” he cut you short “Let's just get a drink” he suggested, trying to steer the conversation away.

“Okay” you agreed, heading towards a table that was covered in bottles of colored liquor and glasses. Tom poured you both a whiskey, holding it out to you which you gladly accepted, sipping on the drink appreciating the distracting burn as it went down your throat.

People began to gather around a large table in the center of the room, surrounded by the intimidating men who were intimidated by your boyfriend, they all went quiet as Tom pulled out a seat next to the head of the table, looking at him expectantly but he offered the chair to you, which you gladly accepted and he followed suit, seating himself at the head, brown eyes staring at the empty seat where Charlie should be. The men fell into an awkward conversation while waiting for Charlie to arrive but you could tell that Tom was getting agitated and pissed the fuck off.

Tom's fingers curled into his palm before unfurling and repeating, his jawline was prominent as his teeth clenched tightly together. His hand that wasn’t tightened in a fist reached for a whiskey, downing whatever was left in the bottom of the glass, slamming it down onto the table causing everyone in the room to jump, all eyes on him.

“Do any of you fucks know where your boss is?” Tom spoke through gritted teeth, you rarely got to see this side of him, the dominance that seemed to seep from his posture ignited the skin-crawling yearn for his touch.

“Is that any way to talk to your friends?” came a new voice which Tom turned to face, eyes landing on Charlie, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You’re late” Tom practically seethed, but Charlie didn’t seem to care, his eyes on you, taking in your every curve, eyes staying far too long on your breasts, this wasn’t something that went unnoticed by Tom, and it added to his fury even further. “Let's just get this over with, shall we?” Tom motioned to the table with a swing of his arm, trying to pull Charlie’s eyes from your cleavage as you began to cringe under his gaze.

“Alright, let's get this done” Charlie agreed, finally tearing his gaze from your form and making his way around the table to the seat opposite from Tom.

“So Tom, what are you proposing? All this because you lost a couple of men, seems a bit over the top, I mean, this is the mob, you lose people, inconsequential people, but that what they signed up for, it's not like I came for your pretty little partner”

“Watch yourself, Charlie, talk about my men all you want but leave my partner out of this” Tom bit at the increasingly annoying man, but he was past annoyed, he felt furious to the furthest extent.

“And what kind of leader does it make you if you don’t care about your people, I called this meeting because you killed my guys, good guys, for no reason, and I don’t go after you because it would start a war and that is what I have been trying to avoid for fucking years” His voice was raised, his fist slamming down on the table, again, this show of dominance causing need to erupt through you, you felt as your nipples hardened and your still wet core beginning to get wetter, you crossed your legs, hoping that it would give you some form of relief.

“The way I see it is, we have a common enemy, yeah? The Smiths, we call peace and take them down together” Tom explained, gesticulating violently before landing his hands on the table, fingers pushing up into a spider-like position, holding the tension of his whole body in his palms. You wanted nothing more than to be able to comfort him, his tension and power were maintaining your state of being turned on, though your form of comfort may end with his dick balls deep inside of you it would comfort him nonetheless. Yet you were able to do none of this, his intense discussion with Charlie overtaking any opportunity that you might have, along with the fact that you simply couldn’t make Tom seem soft. Even though you knew he was soft, others didn’t need to know that, they didn’t need to know how his whole body relaxed under your touch or how he would curl into you while you slept, letting your wrap your arms around him so someone can protect him for once, but you couldn’t so you simply sat there.

You lost track of what was benign said in the meeting long ago, you knew that they had begun to discuss the parameters of the agreement but you simply couldn’t make yourself pay attention, you were too distracted by the clenched definition of Tom’s jaw, how his blazer tightened around his muscular shoulders with his movements, his fingers tapping against the wooden table and all you could imagine was those fingers delving between your folds. You took your eyes from Toms face and shoulders, dragging down his body when you caught your eyes on the stain that adorned Tom’s thigh, your cum probably making the fabric stick to his skin, that thought turned you on even more than you thought possible, you saw how the stain stood above the edge of the table, making it visible for everyone at the table to see and the thought of that made a moan slip past your lips, and though it was quiet it caught Tom’s ear, his head turning to yours and brows furrowing at you, asking what was going on, you averted your gaze in shame but this just made him feel concerned.

“Let’s call it for right now,” Tom suggested, the men at the table all collectively nodding their heads “We can rejoin in a while”

“Sounds good, men, let's get something to drink” Charlie offered to all his men and all the men stood from the table and began to wander away. Tom turned to you, offering you a hand to raise you from your seat and pulling you up.

“You okay, my love?” he mumbled, looking you deeply in your eye as a blush spread across your cheeks.

“Yes, I’m-” you were about to assure him that you were okay but a man's urgent voice broke past yours.

“Sir?” Tim turned his head to the man who had interrupted his conversation, a hint of fury behind his hazel eyes.

“What?” Tom bit.

“Sir, it's about the shipments” the scared man informed, the fury leaving Tom’s eyes as the reason for the interruption was valid.

“I am sorry love, I need to deal with this” he looked at you apologetically as your shoulders fell in disappointment.

“It is okay, Tom” you assured as you cupped his cheek, leaning in and kissing short and tenderly before parting your ways, making your way over to the drinks table.

You stood at the table you had been at earlier, placing your glass on the cloth shrouded wood and reaching for a bottle with an amber-colored liquid sloshing inside, thumbing the cap off and pouring yourself the fiery liquid.

“How are you doing, Y/n?” Charlie’s voice interrupted you, the only way you could describe the sound that emanated from his cigar smoke tainted mouth was slimy, making your skin crawl.

“Fine, Charles” you responded, not giving him the courtesy of facing him you going as far as to lean forward, pressing your fingers into the table, nails scratching the rough fabric as you tried to keep your composure. There was a silence that filled the space between you, one that left you assuming that he had walked away, but sadly you were wrong.

“Holland treatin’ you right?” his thick accented voice once again disturbed you.

“Don’t see how that is any of your business, Charlie, but if you must know, yes he is” you spat, reaching back out for your glass hand reaching out and grazing your exposed thigh, trailing upwards, you tried to pull away but when you did your step faltered back colliding with the exposed cement wall directly behind you. His hand was still there, on your thigh, having followed your movements to not lose disgusting contact. You felt trapped, his large body nearly pressed up against you as you held yourself to the wall, and his eyes tied your gaze to him. Your mind was racing when it settled on something you hoped you'd never have to use, hand slipping down your side and right as you were about to grab the gun you had there and just as his fingers were about to catch on the hem of your dress a strong hand shot out and caught Charlie by the wrist.

“Get your filthy fucking hands off my partner Charlie, or so help me god, I will have no problem breaking our fucking treaty” Tom seethed, pulling Charlie's wrist away from you. Charlie stepped back, encircling his hand around his wrist and rubbing it where Tom’s grip had held him.

“Don’t see what the problem is, Tommy Boy, was just having a bit of fun”

“If we hadn’t just made a deal to take down the Smiths together, I swear I would kill you where you stand” his voice was eerily calm and that made it even scarier, as he eyed Charlie, his brown eyes blackening like some kind of demon had awoken inside of him.

Something finally seemed to click in Charlie’s thick skull, this was never going to end well for him, as he stated before, none of the people he had gone after before were as significant to Tom as you, he stepped back, eyeing your boyfriend like there devil sat on his shoulder.

“S’alright mate, no need to go batshit, just seeing if your partner wanted to have a little fun” Charlie tried to play it off as if Tom had not struck deep-set fear into his core but he only made things worse, Tom lunged forward and pressing his forearm to Charlie’s throat and backing him up against the nearest wall.

“Tom!” you cried out, your eyes training on all the men in the room reaching for their guns, eyeing the situation as it unfolded in front of them.

“The peace stands, but you so much as look at Y/n again, I will tear your whole organization down, I will hurt you in ways you can’t imagine, I will end you, are we clear?” Charlie stood frozen, he had seen Tom mad before but never like this, he had never felt this genuine fear for the man before because he knew that there was no exaggeration in the words Tom had just spoken.

“Yes, we are clear, can you let me go now?” Charlie spoke, his face red at the lack of blood flow, Tom took in his words, retracting his arm from the man's throat and reaching out for you, turning his back on the winded mob boss and taking your hand and pulling you away as all the men in the room removed their hands from their guns.

Tom walked you rapidly down the hall on the other side of the massive room, leading you to a small brightly lit bathroom. It looked shockingly clean for being in this old warehouse but you obviously weren’t going to complain. You felt the fear rise in your chest as you took in Tom’s state, he had yet to speak a word to you, to mention anything that had just happened, to voice any emotion at all.

“Tom?” His name was a question on your tongue as you ran your fingers gently over his shoulder, the soft material of his suit grounding you to the moment as you tried to gain anything out of the silent man in front of you. “Tommy, please say something” you felt your voice growing more desperate as he gave you nothing, but the gentle nickname for him caused him to raise his chocolate eyes from where they were examining the floor, meeting your gaze, something was clouding his orbs, something you couldn’t name, and it scared you a little. Drawing your hands away you began to fiddle with your fingers, tearing your gaze from his and anxiously biting your lip, you felt lost in the moment. “You know he came on to me, right? I would never do that to you” this seemed to draw something from him as his hands reached out to you, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you close to him, your chests meeting as you regained the eye contact that you had torn moments ago. His hand danced up to your neck, fingers wrapping firmly around the column of your throat, squeezing in gently, rings digging into your skin, the coolness was in contrast to your heated skin sending a rush through you and straight to your soaking pussy. His lips a mere centimeter from yours as his breath fanned across your face, his eyes taking you in. Pulling you forward and uniting your lips in a heated kiss that ended much too soon for your liking, his hand removing itself from your neck as he opened his eyes to meet yours again.

“I know baby, I know you’d never let anyone else touch you, but just let me remind myself that this is real, that you are mine” his voice was soft and needy as he began to trace your curves, having pushed you up against the bathroom counter, you were trapped and it excited you. Tom’s thin lips met yours in a hurried kiss, his smooth lips, shocking your system as his hands began to wander. His grasp landed on your ass, slapping one clothed cheek harshly causing you to gasp, his tongue making its way past your parted lips as his hand massaged over your tender ass cheek. His fingers gripped your supple flesh pulling you flush to him, your crotches uniting as you felt his hard-on press against your damp folds through your dress.

His cock against you, getting what you have wanted all night making you moan quite loudly against his lips. You could feel the grin take over his lips as he pushed his hips even further into you.

“You horny, baby?” he asked, pulling back as his hand slipped from your ass around to your front, hiking up the skirt of your dress revealing your soaking panties.

“Fuck, yes” you panted out, his calloused fingers tracing over your clothed pubic mound and down to the side, the light touches on your skin felt heavenly, the skin that had been craving to be touched even more since you rode Tom’s thigh in the car. His hand flattened against your core, moving across all of your vulvae, the touch tickling your sensitive skin, the pressure causing your legs to shake.

“Tell me what you want, love” Tom demanded, his hard palm beginning to move in a circular motion against you.

“You, Tom, I want you” you panted out between breathy moans.

“What part of me?” he egged on to give him detail, wanting to please your most present need but also wanting to hear you say that you wanted him, it always made him feel like he was the king of everything when you moaned that you wanted him.

“All of you, I want all of you, Tom” and that sent him over the edge, his knees quickly unlocking as he knelt in front of you, the ground was hard beneath his knee caps but he didn’t care as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down to expose your dripping core, the slickness catching the light and causing your pussy to glisten, a sight that his eyes just couldn’t tear away from, that was until you started to squirm.

“Tom,” you whined as you weaved your fingers into his hair, tugging it from the roots, urging him to touch you. “Do something, please” your whimpers sent him as his fingers returned to your body, digging into your hips flipping you around, he admired your ass, a handprint marking the skin from where he had spanked your soft flesh earlier. He loved it, his cock growing almost impossibly hard, loving leaving his mark on you, though this is one that he wants to be the only one to see. Leaning in he bit into the cheek that wasn’t marked with his mark, teeth sinking in as his tongue snuck between them, licking the cheek gently making you squirm slightly at the genial touch of his taste buds against your goosebump covered skin. As his hands made their way down your legs, tracing the curve of your calf and thigh all the way from your ankle back up to your ass cheeks. Once his hands had returned, he pulled his lips away from sucking hickeys on your skin and letting his hands spread your cheeks, having you bent over, exposing the back of your dripping cunt, he admired how your panties had spread your wetness as far as your asshole.

“You are so wet for me, yeah, Doll, I made you this wet?” his fingers teasing the crevice between your thigh and your swollen labia, thumb slipping between your folds and tracing the inside of your cunt, gathering you slickness on the pad before bringing it to his mouth, humming as your sweetness spreads through his mouth.

“Yes, you, only you, Tom” once again he changed your position, flipping you around so he was eye level with your pubic mound, leaving wet open mouth kisses across your heated skin, leaving one final kiss right at the top of your slit before pulling back and looking up at your face.

“Yeah, you gonna let me eat your sweet pussy, gonna moan my name till Charlie hears and wishes it was him”

“Devour me, Tom, make me scream” you urged him and something in him snapped, diving back in, fingers spreading your lips and exposing your clit, his lips happily attaching to it as he began to suck, tongue licking at the hooded bundle of nerves, tracing the curve of the folds that existed purely for pleasure. He moved back as your legs began to shake, his tongue licking at a particularly sensitive spot, flattening to cover the entirety of the front of your cunt, spreading to edges of your lips, brushing over your labia.

His large hand found its way to the pit of your knee, breaking the locked stance you had held it in and bringing it over his shoulder, his hand then landing back on your ass and pulling you even closer to his face, nose buried in your pubic hair as he continued to suckle and lick, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your fingers were in his hair again, pulling and tugging at it from the very scalp causing him to groan into you, the vibrations pushing you even nearer but not quite there, you still needed more and Tom knew it but he wanted to hear you beg, to know he was the only one who could do this to you.

“Tommy, I’m close” you moaned loudly as you threw your head back, fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

“What do you need?” he mumbled, not taking his lips from your core.

“In-in me” That's all it took, you didn’t have to explain because his fingers delved deep within your core almost instantaneously, stretching your walls out as he curved the tips, rubbing on the spot that hid behind your pubic bone, a place that he loved because it made you scream and that it did, your head throwing back as your vagina began to spasm around his fingers you legs shaking as he supported you, your leg still over your shoulder as you came on his face, his fingers becoming drenching in your arousal as his tongue worked you through your orgasm, fingers still pumping in and out of you.

When the final bits of your orgasm washed through you, burning out in the tips of your fingers and toes, your core still clenching slightly around his fingers as he eased them out of your core. Thin lips parted as he pushed his fingers into his eagerly awaiting mouth, sucking your cum off of them happily as if he had not been licking it straight from the source mere seconds before. He rose from his resting spot on his knees, your leg falling from his shoulder as he reached your eye level. His chestnut eyes dragging down your body, admiring your flushed chest rising and falling rapidly as you panted, out of breath from your orgasm. His eyes got stuck on your bare core, loving how you looked with your dress hitched up over your hips, juices leaking down your leg, your panties down around your ankles.

“You look so pretty, baby” he whispered, as he brought your bodies together, his lips connecting to yours, his tongue entering your mouth making you taste yourself. Hands, his hands were everywhere, cupping your cheek before sliding around behind your back and unzipping your dress, tugging it down your shoulders and exposing your breasts, your nipples hardened at your arousal. He pulled back from your mouth, sucking down your neck and over the tops of your tits, wrapping his lips around your right nipple as he tweaked the other between his fingers.

“Fuck, Tom” you groaned at the warmth and the wetness of his touch.

“You like that, love?” he questioned, though he knew the answer.

“Yes, baby, but I want more” you squirm under his touch, trying to grind your hips into his for more friction, your core was so sensitive but it craved more and you knew Tom did as well, you knew he was yearning to fuck you, you knew he had been wanting to ever since you stood in front of the mirror.

“You still want more, so needy, love. Just desperate for me.” He nips at your skin “But I don’t mind cause I want Charlie to hear just how many times I can make you cum, cause no one does it better than I can” he mumbles as his hand returned to your cunt, spreading your arousal around, loving how your skin felt slipping under his, knowing he was the reason why.

“Who owns this pretty cunt” Tom hums, spreading your labia with two fingers and slapping your clit with the other hand, your body jolting at the harsh touch but it sent a wave of pleasure along with it, you threw your head back in shock, mouth falling open in a silent scream, making Tom want to do it again, so he did. Removing his hand from you before bringing it down smacking your clit with his palm before grinding the heel into you, his lips attached to your neck, sucking harshly, marking the skin for him to see as he continued to rub on you. Your fingers dug into his shoulder as your hips splayed at a spread angle, his lips kissing at your neck, biting at the flushed skin as you felt his cock against your thigh. He slapped your clit again, fingers staying where they landed rubbing over you. Since you were already insanely sensitive, your orgasm built rapidly, burning through you before you knew what was happening. It took you by surprise as it did Tom, but he just watched happily as you fell apart under his hand. Your thighs tried to close around him to no avail, his hips keeping them pinned open. His eyes widened in shock as he felt an unusual amount of wetness on his wrist, your breasts arching into his face, as you bent back on the counter. Your whole body was quaking in front of him, whimpering as his fingers continued to move in slow circles on your clit, extending your orgasm to the point where you thought you might collapse.

“Did you squirt for me, baby?” He murmured, pecking your lips as he took his fingers from your core, sucking them clean, his fingers splitting as he cleaned between them, sucking in his cheeks in order to be sure to clear them of any of your sweetness. The had that wasn’t being sucked clean had made its home on your breast

“Fuck, Tommy,” you panted, “I’ve never squirted before” you ducked your head bashfully as you saw him lick the cum that had dripped down onto his wrist, his tongue grazing the bone that poked out from beneath his skin as he twisted his wrist to get it all, your vagina twitching as you watched his every movement.

His that were now clean fingers found their way underneath your chin, tilting your head upwards till your eyes met his, irises blown wide in arousal as his cock twitched in his pants.

“It was so fucking hot” he assured, stroking your cheek, you faded off as you nuzzled your face into his palm before the sound of a belt unbuckling and a fly unzipping caught your ears, you opened your eyes eagerly, watching as Tom pushed his pants just below his ass, his cock springing free and slapping against his clothed abdomen, but that didn't settle right with you. Your tired fingers found his buttons, undoing all of them and letting your nails scrape down his bare chest leaving white marks on his tan skin, your nails catching on his abs, trailing across the patterns of indentation under the muscles, before reaching his throbbing cock.

He looked painfully hard, the tip of his cock was bright red, and precum was leaking from it, and down the shaft, you saw a wet spot on the boxers that bunched up beneath his balls, showing just how much had seeped from his tip throughout your escapades. Wrapping your hand around his cock you pumped it up and down, his foreskin bunching up in your hand around the tip, precum tainting your clean hand. You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking the secretion off of your hand, your eyes rolling back in an exaggerated gesture as you enjoyed the salty taste on your tongue.

“Need to be in you now” Tom growled as he watched you lick your hand clean, your eyes looking to him in a form of challenge.

“Do it” You groaned as you spread your legs, letting Tom have as much access to your weeping cunt as he possibly could get.

He brought your bodies together, hip bones uniting as his cock rested against your mound, pulling back much to your dismay, only to push back forward, duck spreading your labia easily with how slick you are, his tip teased your entrance, before a sudden thrust of his hips blended your bodies into one, the question of where one form began and one ended became obsolete as you moved together, hips rocking in the motion that you had both desired for so long. The pubic hair that adorned the fair skin just above his cock that was buried deep inside of you, rubbed against the top of your folds. His hand running up and down the back of your thigh that he had hitched up to his hip, settling on your ass as he pulled you even closer, massaging the tender flesh beneath his worn palms.

A scream freed itself from your lips, Tom taking this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, his tongue dragging around the inside of your mouth, absorbing the sound into his. Soft pants and moans interchanged between lips, the only sound in the room was your skin on his. His balls slapped against your ass as with the impetus of his hips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby.” He groaned as his forehead fell to your shoulder, turning his face towards your neck peppering kisses over the marks he had left. “Even after I stretched you out with my fingers you're still so tight for me” his words did something to you, adding fuel to the furnace that was your body at the moment, every touch that he laid on your skin felt like fireworks in the peak form of oversensitivity.

“God, holy fuck” you yelled, head falling back as your fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling his triceps shift under the pressure. The tip of his cock pushed up against the depths of your cunt, legs spasming in response, eagerly wrapping both of them around Tom’s hips to stabilize yourself, urging him to go further by pushing your heel adorned foot into the small of his back, forcing him to push into you harder, and he happily continued this force, without the dig of your foot in his spine.

Your fingers shifted from his shoulders to his hair, toying with the short strands that grew down the nape of his neck, lips moving across his throat, grazing over the collarbones that peaked from under his open shirt, sucking marks on his skin like he had to you because if people were to know that you were his, everyone would know that he was yours just as fucking much, it wasn’t much of a needed thing, Tom had never looked at another person while being with you, it was for you, holding your head back to admire the new marks broke something animalistic inside of you as you began to drag your nails across his skin. Leaving white bloodless marks on his bare toned frame, ones you knew would shine bright red and peek from the hem of his shirts for others to see.

The edge of the counter dug into your back, pressed flush with Tom, your bare chest sticking to his as a sheen of sweat covered your skin, your nipples rubbing against his giving you the friction that they demanded. Your abs began to clench, Tom’s head throwing back, mouth slightly agape as your name slipped past his spread lips. The grip on your hips got even harsher, tugging you ever closer to him as his cock brushed your cervix. You felt yourself become set aflame as something deep inside of you pulled you to the absolute brink of pleasure, every touch feeling like your skin was embers and the butterflies that often dwelled inside of your stomach when you were with Tom had migrated across your body with every time his fingertips met your heated skin.

“Tommy, baby, I’m s-s-so close” your cunt began to clench around his length and you felt him twitch against your walls “FUCK” You screamed a heat beginning in your pussy spread down your thighs and up through your core, your nipples hardening as a wave of pleasure rapidly metastasized through you, taking over your bloodstream. Tom’s hand moved down your body, thumbing over your clit to sustain you through your orgasm.

“Fuck Y/n,” he groaned, his body clenching as he came deep in you “You feel good baby, your so good for me” he moaned, painting your walls with his semen as he kept thrusting in and out of your clenching heat, thrust progressively slowing before he finally came to a halt, his hips stuttering to a still as the only sound in the room was your shared heavy breathing, chests rising and falling rapidly, sending small jiggles through your tits with the movement, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Tom when he finally was able to peel his eyes open. Your heads fell together, foreheads meeting as you kissed his swollen lips gently, but as you did this he pulled his hips away from yours, you cried out at the feeling of being empty and whimpered as his cum leaked out of your cunt, running down your quivering legs.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Tom’s soothing voice broke the static silence, bringing his cum covered thumb to wipe your cheek, tilting your chin to connect his inquisitive gaze with yours.

“Just don’t like being empty,” you mumbled, nuzzling into his palm, tilting your head and capturing his thumb between your lips, sucking it clean of your orgasm before letting it out with a pop, blinking slowly holding his gaze steady “I like having you inside of me”

“Good thing I like being inside of you, Love, but you’re a bit worn out and I do have to get back to the meeting, but I would like it if you would sit on my lap when we go back out there” he hummed, moving past you and pulling multiple paper towels from the dispenser and dampening them, reaching for the ropes of his cum that were dripping down your thighs, letting him wipe your thighs clean but as soon as he moved towards your cunt, your grabbed his wrist, halting his movements, his brown orbs looked to you in the form of a question.

“I like having your cum in me” you answered his silent inquiry, his eyes widening at the unexpectedly explicit answer.

“Fuck, you really are trying to kill me” he groaned as he rose back up to a standing position, kissing your swollen lips lightly before busying himself with beginning to button up his shirt.

“No, that is just Charlie” you joked, earning a scoff from him.

“Yes, speaking of we should get back out there, but I really would prefer if you covered these, and this up” he squeezed a tender breast and cupped your cunt, fingers slipping on the wetness of yours and his cum mixed together on your folds. “In fact, I demand that you cover them up, don’t need anyone else seeing what’s mine” he smirked at the shocked look on your face, toying with the hem of your dress as he began tugging it down from the place he had long ago hitched it upon. Pulling your panties back up your legs, as you tugged the straps back onto your shoulders, tucking your tits back into the low-cut fabric.

“Ready, love?” he voiced softly, not wanting to undo the tender atmosphere that had culminated between the both of you as you put yourselves back together. You nodded in response, reaching out a hand that he eagerly linked with his own, pulling you forward so your weight was fully on your legs for the first time since your orgasms, legs not holding your weight and giving out beneath you, your body quickly moving to the floor but Tom managed to catch you before you fell fully to the ground. “You alright, Doll?”

“Yeah” you giggled, he had fucked you really good “Okay, I think I got it now” you assured as you stood once again, your knees locking and holding yourself steady as you began to make your way to the door, quickly finding that though you could stand on your own but walking was treacherous. Tom laughed to himself as he watched you, quite chuffed with how thoroughly he had ravished you.

“Here, let me help you” his arm wrapped around your waist as he tucked you into his side, opening the door and supporting you as you made your way back to the meeting room. You felt everyone's eyes on the both of you as you reentered the space, this time it was different, not because someone's life was being threatened but because every single person in the room had heard the echoes of your pleasure-induced screams as they tried to work.

As soon as the men saw Tom, everyone started to make their way back to the large meeting table that you had sat at previously. Charlie already sat at the head of the table, his face a bright red as he eyed you from under his brow, nursing a large glass of whiskey, trying to drown the shame and the genuine fear for the man he had just made a deal with. Feeling every kind of stupid for his acts earlier that had shown him to be inferior, and he did it in front of everyone he was supposed to be in charge of.

Tom pulled out his chair at the head of the table, the scratch of the wood against the concrete ground drawing everyone's attention to where he stood, sitting in the large chair and spreading his legs, an act of dominance that displayed the cum stain adorning his grey slacks, something he was hoping that all the men noticed. His hand that was still wound with yours pulled you towards him, perching you on your rightful throne, his thigh. The conversations began once again, but your attention was no longer on any of the words being exchanged, every bit of focus that you may have had before your adventures with Tom had left, now you focused on how your body was curved into Tom, having leaned back into his chest, letting him wrap his arms around you and pressing his fingertips into your hip. Your head was laid on his shoulder, the words that he spoke falling on your deaf ears as you appreciated the vibrations his larynx sent through his chest and into your cheek, a soothing sensation that was rapidly lulling you into a dazed state.

“Doll?” Tom’s voice was now much softer, seemingly addressing you rather than discussing business is what eventually broke your sleepy haze.

“Hmm?” You hummed, dragging your eyes up to your boyfriend's face, his eager eyes looking down at you.

“Meeting is over, Sweets, we can go home now” His fingers scratching over your scalp soothingly before returning to their earlier position on your hips, lifting you off of his thigh and setting you on your feet, quickly joining you in standing and guiding your sleepy figure towards the door. The car ride was very similar to the second half of the meeting, tucked into Tom as your eyes began to flutter shut.

“How was the end of the meeting, Tommy?” you spoke just above a whisper, fiddling with the buttons on Tom’s shirt.

“You were there, Love” he reminds you, running his hand up and down your back out of habit, loving the feeling of any friction between the both of you.

“I know, but I wasn’t paying attention. '' You giggled softly, admitting that you had taken nothing in from the second part of the truce agreement.

“Hmm, what were you thinking?”

“In all honesty, I wasn’t thinking, I was just enjoying being so close with you, loved feeling your voice vibrate through me, it was soothing” you explained, pulling back to watch how his face shifted into an adoring smile.

“I liked having you so close to me, helped me not get so mad when Charlie was being a fucking ass” his voice taking on a bitter tone as he mentions Charlie.

“Well, I’ll always be there with you, anytime you need and even sometimes when you don’t” you cupped his cheek, kissing his thin lips lovingly as you pulled your bodies closer.

“Sir, we are here” Tom’s driver called from the front of the car, voice muffled by the partition.

“Just when it was getting good” Tom groaned jokingly, causing a giggle to pass through your lips.

Goosebumps spread across your skin as the driver opened the door, the cool night air tainting that cozy atmosphere. Heels clicking against the concrete of your walkway as you stepped out of the car. Tom followed behind you, hooking his arm around your waist as you walked instep to the front door. His fingers skillfully unlocked the door, the house eerily quiet and dark but that may have just been in contrast to your event this evening. You inhaled deeply loving how you were immediately met with yours and Tom’s scents intermixed in the air, thrilled to finally be able to go to bed and relax.

“Want a glass of water, love?” Tom offers as he begins to walk to the kitchen.

“Yes,” the sound vibrates between your lips in affirmation, as you trailed behind him. The sound of your stilettos on the white marble alerting Tom that you had followed him into the kitchen, your hands encircling him and pulling your front flush to his back, nuzzling your face between his shoulder blades.

“Someone is tired” Tom chuckles, turning around in your embrace and putting the cup of water in front of you, which you happily accepted removing your arms from him and grabbing the cup with both hands like a kid, drinking down the whole glass, glad to have something that wasn’t whiskey or another bitter-tasting alcohol.

You quickly emptied the glass, reaching past Tom to place the glass on the counter before bringing the back of your hand to your mouth, wiping away the small drops that had gathered above your lip.

“Love” Tom laughed out, a deep sound coming from his chest at whatever it was he was finding humorous.

“What?” you looked at him, your brows furrowed wondering what he found so funny.

“You just smeared lipstick across your cheek” his thumb tugged at the place you assumed the makeup had spread to, attempting to wipe it away but to no avail. “‘S’not coming off, just come with me” he demanded softly, grabbing your hand and tugging you towards the stairs and up to your shared room, breezing past the bed until the both of you stilled in the middle of your ensuite.

“Sit,” He gestured to the empty counter space between the double vanity sinks. You nodded, moving to oblige before realizing that your legs were still too weak to jump up there. Scratching the back of your neck you looked at Tom who was looking back at you with a gentle and expectant gaze.

“Can’t jump, baby, you fucked me too good” you mumbled bashful yet unembarrassed, a small smile tugging at your lipstick smudged cheeks. He smirked at your admittance, moving to stand in front of you and grabbing your hips.

“Then let me help you” he mumbled, his lips ghosting over yours as he picked you up, placing you on the counter, a shiver going up your spine as your exposed thighs met the cool stone.

A comfortable silence filled the space between the both of you as he began to sort through your skincare, looking for your makeup wipes. You took the opportunity to kick off your heels, watching as they hit the wall across from you with the force you flipped them off of your feet. Tom was unfazed by the loud noise they made as he turned back to you, the towelette now in his hand.

“Close your eyes” He ordered and you obliged, sighing as the cool pad met your cheek, wiping off all the makeup that had resided there for far longer than you would have liked. He worked gently, not wanting to tug harshly on your skin or hurt you by pressing too hard.

“I think you’re all clear now” Tom broke the silence between the both of you making you reluctantly peel your eyes open, watching as he bent over to throw the used rag away, his slacks tightening around his ass and you tuck a foot out, gently kicking his butt, amusing yourself as he quickly turned around, eyeing you playfully.

“Did you just kick me?”

“Mhmm,'' you singsonged, biting your lips between your teeth to hide how wide you would have smiled.

“Why would you do that?” he asked, moving to stand between your legs, his nose brushing yours as his hands settled on either side of you.

“Because it was there and I wanted to,” you giggled.

“Well that logic seems sound to me, I’m going to go grab you my shirt to sleep in” Tom spoke as he began to move away from you. You slid off the counter, looking back at yourself in the mirror, shocked at just how good of a job Tom had done at getting your makeup off.

You unzipped your dress, sliding it off your shoulders and down your legs, stepping out of the fabric that you had pooled around your ankles as you began to peel your tights off as well, followed by your panties, leaving you bare. You picked all the now discarded clothing up off the floor, placing it in the laundry basket in the corner of the room.

You began to do the final steps of your routine, leaning forward as you flossed between your teeth, making sure that you got any debris. You saw Tom walk back into the room through the reflection in the mirror, he had changed out of his suit and into a pair of sleeping shorts, his bare chest catching your eye before you returned to the task at hand, reaching for your toothbrush but you were interrupted by a slap on your ass.

“Did you just spank me?” you laughed, amused at Tom’s actions

“I did, and I did it because your bare ass was there and I wanted to” he paraphrased your earlier words back at you.

“Your logic is sound, Mr. Holland” you joked before grabbing the t-shirt from his arms and sliding it over your naked body. You both began to brush your teeth in silence, eyeing each other in the mirror as you did and you caught something in his brown orbs, something of desire and want, which you found mind-boggling, had he not got his share earlier?

“I’m ready for bed, doll” he mumbled as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to him as you spat out the foamy toothpaste that was in your mouth, rinsing out the remnants. As you bent down to catch the water in your mouth, you felt something hard press into your exposed ass.

“Tom?” you spoke his name as a question as finished rinsing out your mouth.

“Yes?” he nuzzled his nose against the back of your neck, leaving light kisses.

“Is that your dick pressing into my ass?”

“Yes, and it's all because of you” his kisses began to get heavier, his lips open and tongue tracing indiscernible patterns against your increasingly sensitive skin.

“So this has nothing to do with any residual issues with Charlie” you ask, turning in his embrace and examining his naked torso with eager eyes, you traced a finger down his lithe chest and felt as his body tensed beneath you at the mention of that man that he so despised.

“No, it has nothing to do with that, but I would suggest you not to mention his name again,” his hands harshly squeezed your ass, fingertips digging deep into the yielding flesh and pulling you chest flush to his. His cock now pressing against your pubic mound, pulling a groan from your freshly cleaned mouth.  

“Noted, but Tommy, I’m tired and I know you are as well, I don’t think either of us has another round in us”  

“S’okay,” Tom assured you as he wrapped his hand around yours pulling you towards your shared bed. Your bodies collided as they fell to the bed, lifting the covers and letting them parachute over you as they caught on the air. His hands that had left yours hiking up your sleep shirt and pressing his crotch to your now fully exposed ass. Fingers lightly dancing over the curve of your body, making you shiver at his touch.

“I’m not suggesting we do another round, love,” His lips grazing the shell of your ear as he held you close “You were telling me earlier about how much you liked having me inside of you, so I thought that's how we could sleep, my dick balls deep inside of your pretty cunt” you moaned softly at the suggestion, grinding back into him, now feeling your skin meet his as he had rid himself of his sleep shorts. His fingers slipped into your from behind to assure that you were wet enough which you definitely were.

“So wet, baby, you’re always ready for me”

“Yes, Tom” you sighed, immediately feeling his cock sink inside of you, the most comforting feeling imaginable as you felt complete once again. He scratched the blunt of his nails up and down your arm calmingly as his cock remained still inside of you, soothing you off to sleep as did Tom. Wrapped up in each other, nothing else matters aside from your skin of his and the small whispers of I love you as you faded off to sleep.

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Bradley Will Simpson and Thomas Stanley Holland are the same guy in two different fonts. try and change my mind.

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Not Love - T. Holland Imagine

NOTE: holy cow it’s been a minute since i’ve written something this long (it’s really only 2k words)! i did a pairing awhile back between holland!sister reader and sebastian stan (click here to read) and got inspired to do something similar again. here is my attempt of writing evans!reader x tom holland meeting on the civil war set and being all awkward/cute around each other. let me make one thing clear before you read this: all of the events written are purely ficticious and for humor/plot purposes only. chris comes off as a little overprotective/harsh in this imagine towards tom, and it is in no way how i think he acts outside of this fanfic. anways, that is about it, i hope you all enjoy this! :)

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SUMMARY: you join your father during his first day of shooting the next feature marvel film, only to stumble upon a love much greater than theatre...evans!reader x tom holland pairing

“So,” Chris turns his head to lock eyes with one of his castmates through the large vanity mirror. Both men are sharing minimal conversation as they familiarize themselves with the lot their new film would be taking place. “How’s the little one? It feels like forever since she’s visited the set.” Sebastian recalls the last time you visited the set during the first Captain America film. Due to his small role, the Romanian has only met you once, at a time when you were excited about the middle school transition, but despised the metal braces shielding your pearly whites.

Chris smacks his lips at the mention of you and sinks his back against his makeup chair in thought. “She’s not so little anymore. Graduating high school this year, and starting college as a junior.” Chris flicks his eyes over to Sebastian, who is now harboring an astonished expression.

“A junior? What’s she eating for breakfast?” Sebastian quirks an eyebrow. Chris only chuckles and offers a shrug his way, reminiscing on the first time you brought up dual-enrollment classes to him. While your father remains proud that you took on so many classes at once during your last two years of high school, part of him yearned to reject the idea once it was introduced. The way Chris looked at it, the faster his little girl finishes school, the faster she would be moving out of the house and into a dorm room hundreds of miles away.

“So, has she settled on a school yet?” Sebastian also leans back in his chair, glancing up to admire the tall ceilings and visible metal bearings while he and Chris catch up.

“She’s applied for a few, no final decision until the letters come in, though. She’s really betting on SCAD.” It’s true, you were in tune with your creative side at a very young age. Music and art remained your favorite classes all the way from elementary school to a few years ago. But having your father give you tours of various movie sets and behind-the-scenes business made it difficult not to fall in love with theatre.

“Well hey, that’s not too far from where we shoot most things for Marvel. And there’s plenty of acting jobs in Georgia you can take to stay nearby in between these films.” Chris knew his friend was trying his best to console him. But living life as a known celebrity, especially an actor, will always be unpredictable. One day, a shoot scheduled in Savannah could be moved to Louisiana, or Oregon, or London, or Greece. No matter where Chris plants his feet, he never stays there for very long until he is ushered to a red carpet five cities away, or to a ten-minute interview that would keep him out of his own house for three days because it is over in Switzerland. It is just the way things have always been.

The man releases a sigh, “Yeah.” Scattered footsteps approach the two actors from behind, cueing them to turn their heads and spot the intruder. Low and behold, it was your soon-to-be graduating figure, now five years older and without braces, clutching a steaming styrofoam cup in hand. “Speak of the devil…” your dad clicks his tongue.

“Is that Y/N Evans, I see?” Sebastian teases, leaning outward in his chair for a hug.

“It is.” You giggle shyly, reaching out to hug Sebastian.

“What’re you doing here, bug?” Your father asks.

“I thought I’d bring you a Monday morning pick me up since I love you so much.” Sebastian lets out a small “awe” at your thoughtfulness. Your father, however, quirks a skeptical eyebrow in your direction.

“Yeah, I don’t believe that for a second.” Chris shakes his head. “But, I will take this.” He plucks the cup of coffee from your hands while your mouth drops in offense. While taking a large sip of his usual order, he motions with his hand for you to explain yourself.

“Fine.” You huff, glancing down at your shoes. “There were no online assignments today and I was hoping you could sorta maybe possibly give me a tour of the set before I fly back?” Your voice speeds up towards the end of your question, but your father hears you loud and clear. He looks towards Sebastian for his input.

The brunette shrugs. “I don’t see a problem with it. Might wanna check with the big guns first, though.”

“I suppose we could show you around—“ Your father could not finish his sentence, for the large speakers planted strategically around the building resounded with high-pitched feedback. Each of you winced at the harsh noise, before perking up at the deep voice echoing around the room moments later.

ALL CAST AND CREW TO SET PLEASE! ALL CAST AND CREW TO SET!

“Might be a minute though,” Chris warns, ready to give you directions to his trailer.

“Oh, please can I just come with you! I swear you won’t even know I’m there.” You put your hands together, glancing up at your father with the infamous “puppy dog eyes” he could never reject so cruelly. The two men stand from their makeup chairs and share another glance.

“She brought you coffee.” Sebastian reminds his co-star, with a glance down at the coffee cup.

“I guess she did, huh?” You await your father’s response, swaying back and forth on the balls of your feet. He finally looks back at you. “I guess we can go ask if it’d be alright.”

“Sweet!” You cheer out, before spinning around and leading the way. “Oh, and that cup of coffee is gonna cost you.” Your father glances between the warm cup occupying his large hands and back up to you, bewildered.

“What? I thought you bought this out of love?”

“I did. But it took a full hour of waiting in line, and another forty minutes of driving to get it here, still warm. I don’t do that for just anybody.” You point, before crossing your arms in defense.

“Alright, fair enough…” Chris digs in his back pocket to retrieve his tattered leather wallet. “Name your price.”

“We’ll call it twenty.” Chris nearly spat his cappuccino onto the floor, while Sebastian took in the whole interaction with a smile on his face.

“Twenty? Did taxes go up again, or what?”

“It’s called economy, father. Risk and reward, demanding consumption and all that. Plus, there was this really cute pair of shoes in the shop next door.”

“I take it that economics exam went well, then?” You side-eyed your father, not responding for a moment.

“Don’t try changing the subject. Twenty dollars.” You insist once again. He merely sighs, shuffling through his cards and coupons from months ago that are probably far beyond expired.

“I’m not sure your friends would be proud knowing you hustle your father for money.” Chris teases.

“And I’m not sure grandma would be proud knowing what exactly happened to her prized vase.” You spared a glance back at your dad, whose eyes hardened into a playful glare. Sebastian lets out a whistle, impressed by your bargaining.

Chris ultimately digs out one twenty-dollar bill and two more ten-dollar bills from his pocket, “how ‘bout we double the twenty, and you never bring up grandma’s vase again?” He offers, waving the green paper before your eyes.

“I’ll take thirty if we drop my Econ exam, too.” Soon, your father is slapping bills in your hand with a content smile crawling on both of your faces.

“Pleasure doing business with you.” Spinning around to continue your path down the long corridor, all your footsteps pause at your dad’s instruction. “Take a right here, sweetheart.” You obey his direction and the soles of your sneakers--once a pristine white, but now appearing a faded beige from all the years of wear and tear--screeched on the concrete floors of the building through your sharp turn. Soon after twisting your body in this new direction, a small “oof” passed through your lips as a figure collided harshly against your own.

“Woah!” Simultaneously, you and your shoes are letting out a pitiful squeak once realizing all traction has abandoned your clumsy self. Prior to your bottom colliding with the flooring, you catch a glimpse of a bright yellow sign reading that the floors are wet.

“Bug, are you okay?”

“Goodness, I’m so sorry.” Two hands are introduced to your vision, once stunting a Rolex timepiece and slightly darker tone than the smaller one beside it.

“I’m okay.” You grunt, deciding to take your father’s hand and graciously allow him to pull you back up on your feet. “You know wet floors and I have a history.”

“Yeah, just like how you pulling doors that say “push” on them have a history.” Chris’s deep tone teases, as the corner of his lips curls up into a smirk. You only grumble and turn to face the stranger who nearly ran you over.

“No, I think that one was on me. Sorry, love.” You take in his apologetic, yet airy accent. He was from England, no doubt--if the accent was not enough of a clue, his pale skin and built frame currently adorning a football jersey gave plenty away.

“It’s alright.” The brit offers you a smile. Your dad, however, objects to the newly formed olive branch between you and the boy.

“Um, no, it’s not.” He snaps, shaking his head. “You could’ve seriously hurt her. And it’s Y/N to you, not “love.” Got it?”

“Understood, sir. Y/N, not love, my sincerest apologies for running into you.” A small giggle leaves you. At least he doesn’t take too many things to heart. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all, by the way. I’m--”

“No time, kid.” Your father waves a dismissing hand in his direction. “We gotta get to the main set.” You and Sebastian shadow your father’s quickening pace to the set, not daring to say a word.

“Oh, you know where it is? I need to get there, too.” Chris doesn’t bother replying, and rather, starts a hushed conversation with his co-star beside him.

“Who is he?” He hisses quietly, to which Sebastian assures him that he is probably, “just an intern.”

“I’ll just follow you all, then.” Silence fills the rest of your walk to the main set, with the exception of your shoes all squeaking on the wet flooring. As soon as long tables, bearing white cloths and a thousand varying assortments of food come into view, your heart leaps in your chest. A large cluster of people conversates, all while being surrounded by green screens and cameras and harsh, blinding lights. You wonder how people could concentrate on learning one another’s names when they were all standing on a billion-dollar movie set.

“It doesn’t even feel real.” You hear beside you. Upon turning your head, you find the supposed “intern” staring back at you, awaiting your thoughts on the view. Warmth swarms your insides at the stage lights’ reflection his dark brown eyes which help create a color similar to honey. A few seconds pass before you are absorbing his words and agree with a quick nod and flustered expression.

“Tell me about it.” You breathe out. “So, are you a crew member here, or…”

“Oh, no. I’m actually--” A large clap stuns the both of you, momentarily ending your conversation. The boy’s chestnut curls flop around as he turns his attention to the man standing on a prop crate with a stack of crisp, white papers in his hands. Your eyes continue flickering over to admire his profile. His fair skin and subtle jaw gave you the impression that he couldn’t be too much older or younger than you. Perhaps your father and Sebastian were correct about him being an intern for the film. You kept pondering in your mind the same few questions, while the man announced miscellaneous bits of information before you became white noise to your ears.

If he is near your age, how did he land an interning role as great as this one? You are the daughter of one of the main stars of the film and have the potential to be sent home just for breathing too close to some of these people. Do they have room open for another interning position? Maybe this cute guy next to you could show you the ropes--even if the “ropes” required you to memorize eighty different coffee orders. You would not really mind. Not if he was there to guide you.

“And now I’d like to introduce one of our newest cast members to the Marvel family. Everybody welcome our new Spider-Man, Tom Holland!” You follow the man’s gesturing arm and are appalled when you find it is pointing to the spot directly right of you. The same spot where the honey-eyed, curly-haired, non-intern is standing. His wave is timid, his voice cracking only mildly as he says, “Hey everybody!” He catches a few eyes of people in the crowd, who wave back or offer a smile here or there. When he locks eyes with your dad’s scrutinizing one’s, however, he simply gulps and turns away.

“He’s Spider-Man?” You hear your dad’s voice, not too far behind you, sounding gruff. Tom’s face, now gushing a fierce red color, turns to you once again. This time, your eyes are wider, and his are still the same innocent, honey shade that cues your insides to do somersaults. If your life were suddenly transformed into a cartoon, Tom would be your new crush, and your pupils would be in the shape of two bulging hearts.

“You’re Spider-Man?”

“Forgive me, I was mistaken.” Sebastian declares to your father, aiming a finger at Tom, who is now caught up in conversation with you. “That’s Spider-Man.”

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