#tom holland x fbi agent

[peterspideyy]

chapter 5 - partners in crime

series masterlist

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“hey tom, what’s up?”

“harrison, i need to ask you something...important.” tom spoke, through the phone. he hates hates that he’s even thinking this. but, your words can’t help him but wonder.

“okay, mate, go on.”

tom sighed heavily, “are you working for the red dragons.”

“what?!”

“i know it sounds stupid, but please tell me if you are.”

“tom, do you seriously think i would do this?”

“y/n said that-“

“oh, y/n said? so you suddenly believe your ex over your best friend?” harrison snapped.

“n-no that’s not what i meant-“

“no tom, i know what you meant. i-i have to go.” harrison mumbled, and before tom could reply, the call ended. tom’s eyes went wide as he thought him and harrison just fell apart, over what, a case? your predictions?

a small knock on his door, interrupted his thoughts as he lifted his head up to meet your eyes. he could feel his anger bubble up in him at the sight of you.

“what do you want?” tom growled, taking you by surprise.

“erm, i was wondering if your okay? i heard you talking to harrison.” you whispered, coming into his room, sitting on the bed away from him.

“yeah well thanks to you, harrison may not speak to me ever again.”

“thanks to me? tom, what else could i think? you know what i saw. and it looked pretty suspicious to me.” you replied, soon becoming angry. what right does he have to blame you? you were only doing your job.

“i know...i know, i’m sorry but i don’t want to loose harrison. he’s my best mate.”

you nodded your head, understanding what he meant. the amount of friends you’ve lost in the past, has been tough.

placing a hand on his shoulder, you gently rubbed it, calming his nerves. you didn’t even think about it, you just did. tom froze at your actions, looking at you before you pulled your hand away, once you realised what you were doing. the last time you did that, was when you were still together.

“erm,” tom coughed, “should we try and figure out who the mole is?”

you nodded, scared to speak. when you touched tom, you felt a spark. and it scared you. brushing it out of your mind, you followed tom into the living room to work out who the mole is.

hours passed, and you hadn’t got any closer to who the traitor was. you’ve probably been on hundreds and hundreds of websites, programmes, everything you could think off, and found nothing.

tom leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling, “shall we have a look at this again?”

you sighed, looking blankly at the computer screen, before you nodded.

“right, so the person must have database access to even get information for the red dragons. the only people who have access is you, me-“

“-it can’t be us-“ tom inturrupted.

“yeah exactly, carson, harrison-“

“-on the phone harrison seemed pretty upset that we thought it was him, and i trust him, so it’s not him-“

“-true, and that’s it.” you finished.

“no it’s not.”

you looked at him, “who have i missed?”

“peter.”

“peter?” you questioned. you weren’t completely sure on who peter was.

tom leaned over, typing on the computer before bringing a photo of peter up on the screen. you studied it, recognising the few times you saw him in corridors or in meetings, but never actually speaking to him.

“i’ve spoke to him a few times, but not a lot.” tom mumbled, looking at his fact file.

“could be a good cover up.” you shrugged. tom looked at you, clearly thinking how your initial thoughts are sometimes wrong.

before you could speak, your phone went. you glanced up at tom, before looking at your phone.

unknown

5 minutes. warehouse.

showing tom the text, he checked his phone to see if he got one, but he didn’t.

“is it the red dragons?”

before tom could answer, your phone went off again.

unknown

bring the husband.

you laughed, showing tom your phone again, before you both got ready. making sure your gun is filled and your badge is hidden, you both made your way to the apartment.

as you were walking across the street, tom wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you slightly towards his side. you glanced at him, confused.

“what are you doing?” you whispered.

“we’re supposed to be married, love. anyway, there’s probably cameras around, so act natural.” he replied, before leaning down to kiss your cheek quickly. you couldn’t help but blush at this action.

arriving at the door, tom knocked before stepping back, not letting go of your waist.

“i can protect myself y’know.” you whispered, looking around the area.

tom chucked slightly, “oh, i know you can.”

before you can come back with another remark, the door opened revealing one of the red dragons men. he looked at you both, before moving cautiously to the left, letting you both in.

“cheers mate.” tom spoke, patting the guys back. the man growled, making you giggle slightly. but, you stopped once he moved his blazer, so his gun was showing. tom gulped loudly, smiling awkwardly at the guy before walking you both into the meeting room, where you were a couple of days ago.

“ahh the lovely couple!” keith spoke, walking towards you both, before pulling you two into a hug. you couldn’t help but smile, once you felt tom’s hand on your waist tighten. keith pulled away, as did you and tom.

he walked away, going around a massive table which had a model of the building where the cemetery of cultures will be held. every corridor. every floor. where the cameras are. where guards will be. everything was on the model. things you won’t be able to get, without the fbi helping you. you glanced at tom who was already looking at you, thinking the exact same thing.

“how did you get all of this, y’know insight of the building?” you questioned.

keith snarled, “well, the fbi of course.”

you looked at all the men, “who from the fbi?”

“well,” he mumbled against your ear, making your breath hitch as you felt his gun against your waist, “i’ll have to kill you, if you knew.”

“back the fuck off.” tom growled. you know that tom was supposed to act like this, but his protectiveness was getting too real.

“calm down mate,” keith replied, putting his hands up while the other men laughed, “how long have you been married anyway?”

shit. that wasn’t on the case file.

“a-a long time. too hard to count.” tom laughed. good save.

keith nodded, while lighting a cigarette, “right. let’s start then.”

hours passed, and you all went through the plan. of course, you and tom recorded it secretly, to look back on and send to the fbi. well, those in the fbi you can trust.

you were both invited to an exclusive party with the red dragons, so of course you accepted. wearing a silk black dress, which had a cut in your leg, with natural makeup while tom wore a black and white suit, you both walked into the mansion, arms linked.

“you look gorgeous by the way.” tom whispered, in your ear, so only you could hear. you blushed, thanking yourself for putting blusher on to hide it.

“that’s only your case file talking.”

“no. i’m being completely serious. i forgot how beautiful you can be. n-not that your not beautiful anyway, it’s just when you get dressed up you look stunning, but you look stunning without dressing up though-“

you cut tom’s rambling off, with placing your finger on his lips, “stop rambling. i get that your complimenting me. you don’t look too bad yourself.”

tom smiled, stroking his hair back, which is what he does when he’s nervous. why were you both nervous?

you smiled back, letting your eyes wander around his face, while he did the same to yours. of course you’ve always found tom attractive, but now? in a suit? gosh, he was more gorgeous than you could remember. the light from the candles around you, captured his features perfectly. you saw how tom’s gaze dropped to your lips, making you shudder. leaning in, he began to close his eyes. god. what were you doing? do you want this?

fuck it.

grabbing his collar, you yanked his body towards you, causing your lips to meet passionately. tom was stiff to begin with, but soon moved in rhythm with yours. you felt his hands go to your waist, pulling you more towards him, while you stroked the hair on the back of his neck. the chatter and laughter around you, became silent. it was only you and tom. all your emotions and feelings, came rushing back through your body.

pulling away, your foreheads pressed together, you both breathed in and out heavily looking in each other’s eyes.

“wow.” tom mumbled. you nodded, as if the kiss took all your words away.

“t-tom.”

“shush,” he spoke, “we can talk about this later.”

before you could even reply, he walked away towards keith, grabbing you both a drink before winking at you across the room.

you love him.

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a/n- so a lot of things have happened in this chapter ahah. who do you think the mole is? should y/n and tom get back together, despite there past? let me know your thoughts :)

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[annathesillyfriend]

Anna's May Fic Recs Part II

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

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

MARVEL

✨Steve Rogers✨

Good girl @syntheticavenger

one-shot, 18+, trucker!steve

Underwater by @sweetlyscared

one-shot, 18+, endgame!steve 😠

Recording by @/jurassicbarnes

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

Code blue by @bonky-n-steeb

one-shot, 18+, oof 🥵

✨Bucky Barnes✨

Milestone by @itsapeterthing

one-shot, avenger!reader

Say yes by @/itsapeterthing

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

Night hours by @sinner-as-saint

one-shot, 18+, mob!au

The midnight coconuts by @bitsandbobsandstuff

one-shot, late night grocery runs with buck

Peaches and cream by @river-soul

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

Point of view by @forever-rogue

one-shot, it's just ✨so lovely✨

Play pretend (part 2) by @wkemeup

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

Wine and dine by @witchysoldier

one-shot, 18+, roommate!bucky

Nobody does it like you do by @/ritesofreverie

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

No other shade of blue by @sventeen-daybreak

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

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

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

Sweetest downfall by @xbuchananbarnes

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

Winter and hope by @jobean12-blog

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

Moving day by @/jobean12-blog

one-shot, 18+, moving in with buck 😌😌

Language barier by @galaxy-barnes

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

Dreamland by @blissfullybarnes

series, avenger!reader, get your tissues!

Trilogy by @buckycuddlebuddy

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

✨Stucky✨

Turn the light down low by @slyyywriting

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

✨Sam Wilson✨

The whole Sammy sunday tag by @ritesofreverie

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

✨Helmut Zemo✨

Twice by @mypoisonedvine

series, 18+, professor!zemo

✨Peter Parker✨

FBI agent by @hollandcrush

one-shot, 18+, onlyfans!reader

Challenge accepted by @stuckonspidey

one-shot, 18+, 🥵

Just friends - collaboration between @emmastarz and @cherrytholland

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

✨Joaquin Torres✨

Chasing pavements by @mischiefmanaged71

one-shot, slowburn, stark!reader

Doodles by @anna-phora

one-shot, soulmate!au 🥺🥺

Wrong house, right time by @hairringtonsteve

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

✨Wanda Maximoff✨

Mine by @buckybarnesplumwhore

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

HOLLAND & Co.

✨Tom Holland✨

Birthday, interrupted by @worldoftom

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

Hooked on your feelings by @heyhihellowhatsup0

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

A royal convenience by @poetrcy

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

The way home by @hollandsmoose

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Supercluster by @wizkiddx

one-shot, best friends to lovers

Mornings in Italy by @heavenlyholland

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

Dirty reflection by @wazzupmrstark

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

Who would've thought by @multiholland

one-shot, frat!tom

Crash course by @greenorangevioletgrass

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

Stuck with(out) you by @duskholland

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

Long distance by @sunshinehollandd

one-shot, just 🥺🥺

Jinkies (part 2) by @madmadmilk

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

Night changes by @spideyspeaches

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

Midnight kisses by @/mcumendes

one-shot, best friends to lovers!!! 😌

✨Harry Holland✨

This fic by @peterplanet

one-shot, 18+, just yes

Cabin fever by @hazofmyheart

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

Roll with the feeling by @unsaidholland

one-shot, rich kid!harry

✨Harrison Osterfield✨

Fevers and tea by @thegirlintheswivelchair

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

Between tulips and blue eyes by @mcumendes

one-shot, flower shop!au 🌷🌷

Lucky strike by @soft-haz

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

OTHERS

✨Harry Styles✨

Bright and Blooming by @havethetimeofyourstyles

one-shot, 18+, best friends to lovers

✨Ransom Drysdale✨

Pledge Week by @the-iceni-bitch

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

✨Andy Barber✨

Yes, Mrs Barber by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, husband!andy

Holly by @uncafeavecbarnes

one-shot, 18+, domestic bliss 😌

Sundress season by @jurassicbarnes

one-shot, 18+, ex!husband andy 🥵

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

[iamburdened]

Reader’s Masterlist #6

Not my stories. Just my favorites from other writers. All credits and support to the original artists.

IMPORTANT: like and REBLOG all the fanfics you read to support the writers, please.

If you liked the fanfic, tell the writer. They will be in cloud nine with your compliment! Show support!

* = NSFW

Link to all my masterlist (+Din, + Marcus, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Draco Malfoy, Loki, Shawn Mendes, Tom Holland, Peter Parker, Angus McGyver, Newt Scamander, George Weasley)

DIN DJARIN X READER     (THE MANDALORIAN)

Your gentle touch   @certifiedskywalker

Summary: Dyn is forgetting his old ways but, with clear eyes, he finds something he didn’t know that he was missing out on.

Hopes and dreams    @certifiedskywalker

Summary: She’s literally a pure angel and they’re in love with each other. She holds the baby and he says mama and inside his helmet he’s thinking about marrying her.

Dating Din Djarin would include    @certifiedskywalker

Summary: what the title says, baby

NSFW Alphabet *    @no-droids

Summary: ya know

Touch it softly    @dindjarindiaries

Summary: When you invite Din to play with your hair, you both get a little more than lost in the moment. (iamburdened's note: it's so cute you will die)

Everything I wanted   @dindjarindiaries

Summary: You’re trapped inside a Din x Omera love triangle, struggling to get to your lover who’s entranced with your new host. (iamburdened's note: we all have read some angst shit with Omera, so I assure you this is worthy your time and the pain it will make you feel)

Masterlist    @dindjarindiaries

Summary: this is paradise, bitches. Jump in head first!

The War    @thisisthe-wayson

Summary: Din, baby Yoda and reader in a snow ball fight? Sign me the hell up!

The Ghost    @evendeadlmthehero

Summary: you are a blind assassin who was sent to capture a 50 year old target. You then become the target’s number one guardian, protecting him from bounty hunters like The Mandalorian himself. (iamburdened's note: you HAVE to read this, I don't even care! This is the most badass reader I've ever read.)

And he is one with me    @softpedropascal

Summary: soft shortie one about the face reveal we all love.

Hold me while you wait   @ohwaitimthewriter

Summary: Din is in love, Din is the best, blind!reader, first kiss. Have I convinced you to read it yet?

Masterlist   @ohwaitimthewriter

Summary: absolutely amazing!

The Artist    @no-droids-allowed​

Summary: Din is after a bounty, a force sensitive artist. When he finds her, surprise! All her painting are his face. Turns out they are soulmates!

Untitled omega!Din x alpha!reader *  @mikeisthricedeceased​

Summary: this is a part 2, BUT this is where the spicy stuff is so I am recommending it. Come on, it's omega Din Djarin. You want to see what happens. 

Gone and fallen in love   @propertyofdindjarin​

Summary: Din being a cute dad, accidental confession.... if I tell you I think about this from time to time will I convince you to read it? So cute!

Cyar'ika and brown eyes *  @thedevilwearsbeskar​

Summary: din’s always had a nickname for you - and thanks to your new friend miggs mayfeld, the mandalorian now has one too.

Everything I need   @thedevilwearsbeskar​

Summary: din has to rethink his life plans how that you’re by side - not that he’s complaining.

Mine   @thefanbasewhore​

Summary: Din says goodbye to reader and Grogu but once they are reunited Din has mixed feels about the situation, jealous of Luke.

Mine part 2 *   @thefanbasewhore​

Summary: Din shows you who you belong to just to discover something life changing.

Masterlist    @absurdthirst​

Summary: I recommend everything here.

More Din Djarin recommendations here

Get used to this gif because it's one of the only 5 we have of Marcus and all fics use it!

MARCUS PIKE X READER     (THE MENTALIST)

Just say yes *   @heatherbel​

Summary: LISTEN UP! This is a MUST READ! I am pretty confident that the internet was invented jut so ART like this could be shared to poor humanity. I wish I could read it for the first time every damn day! No, it's not a proposal fic, the title has other meaning (super cool also). How to summarize it? Marcus goes on a vacation on Italy months after the Lisbon disaster and he finds you. Go read it!

Say you want me * @heatherbel

Summary: it’s the second part of the piece of art above. Another masterpiece worthy of your time and obsession. I want to die after reading something so good. Sweet Lord! (Dear, author, you own my heart)

Dreams *   @absurdthirst​

Summary: this is the classic "I had a sex dream about you and now I am awkward" BUT the way it's done makes it perfect. God, I think about this one more often than I should.

Apples & lattes *    @forever-rogue​

Summary: 7k words of pure fluff with agent Pike. First meeting, first dates... oh, to live a cute life with Marcus....

Missing Piece    @aerynwrites​

Summary:  baby talk with our favorite FBI agent. 

A love in bloom   @opheliaelysia​

Summary: The flowers mean ‘good morning’, and so much more.

What's in a name?   @ficsilike-reblogged​

Summary: The five times Marcus Pike tries to learn your name and the one time he actually does. (iaburâened's note: so cute and amazing how they progressed and Marcus nickname for her???? Just kill me already!)

Apple Pie and Chai   @artemiseamoon​

Summary: it's smolders and it is precious. Marcus being insecure and getting validation is what we need in this fandom. 

A good thing   @mellowswriting​

Summary: cute pregnancy reveal.

Masterlist    @dindjarindiaries​

Summary: I recommend absolutely everything here. 

Little things Marcus loves    @dindjarindiaries​

Summary: things you do that Marcus loves. AKA Marcus getting the love he fucking deserves.

Gold    @uselessbiwrites​

Summary: Your favorite mornings were always the ones where Marcus woke up first. (iamburdened's note: artist!Marcus! I repeat! Artist!Marcus!) 

Heaven   @mellowswriting​

Summary: dad!Marcus, happy!Marcus, getting what he deserves!Marcus. 

We'll always have Paris   @fromthedeskoftheraven​

Summary: sap moments with the cliche romance thing king. 

Like magic   @mellowswriting​

Summary: Marcus being showered in love (ha, did you get it?) just how he fucking deserves!

Ring *   @say-al0e​

Summary: Marcus Pike really enjoys being married. One of his favorite things? Seeing the ring on your finger. But what he doesn’t seem to realize is that you’re just as happy to see the ring on his finger. (AKA literally just smut that involves fingering and rings.) (iamburdened's note: this is the most canon kink for him, isn't it?)

Masterlist    @absurdthirst​

Summary: yes, again!

The portrait of love   @writings-of-a-hufflepuff​

Summary: When Marcus takes to you a work gala for the first time, he just expects a nice night chatting with colleagues and being proud to have his partner on his arm. He’s in truth a little bit worried that you’ll get bored hearing him talk about the latest art recoveries, truthfully, there’s nothing you enjoy more than listening to Marcus talk passionately about something.

As time goes by *    @absurdthirst​

Summary: After Teresa, Marcus is hesitant to jump back into the dating world, so you propose a friends with benefits situation that works, until it doesn’t. (my note: 7k of Marcus Pike. Paradise)

More Marcus Pike recommendations here

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[waitimcomingtoo]

Imaginary Friends

Pairing: Dad!Tom Holland x Reader

Request submitted by @karaannejones

Synopsis: Tom thinks you’re his sons imaginary friend until he meets you or as I like to call it  FBI OPEN UP...ur heart lol

Masterlist

“FBI! OPEN UP!” Spencer softly kicked the door to Tom’s room with his little fingers in the shape of a gun.

“I didn’t do it! I’m innocent!” Tom held up his hands as he son pointed his finger gun at him. He got out of his chair and tumbled on the ground to get away from Spencer.

“Pew pew! Pew pew!” Spencer followed him and chased him out of the room. Spencer grabbed an FBI hat that was way too big for him and put it on his head before tackling Tom. Tom pretended to fall to the ground and threw Spencer in the air a few times until he noticed his hat.

“Where did you get that?” Tom asked as he held his son above his face.

“The pretty lady next door.” Spencer answer as his hat fell into his eyes. Tom set him down on the ground and fixed the hat to sit better on his sons head.

“The pretty lady next door?” Tom furrowed his brows. “I’ve never seen anyone in or out of that house.”

“Because she’s a secret agent, duh.” Spencer giggled as his hat fell down again. “No one can see her unless she wants to be seen.”

“What does this lady look like?” Tom played along, thinking Spencer just had an imaginary friend.

“She’s beautiful.” Spencer gushed. “She wears all black like a ninja and has a shiny badge. She lets me hold it sometimes.”

“Wow.” Tom pretended to be impressed. “What’s her name?”

“I can’t tell you. It’ll blow her cover.” Spencer said like it was obvious. He began to roll around and pretend to shoot things with his finger guns

“Right.” Tom chuckled. “She sounds really cool, buddy.”

“She is. She fights bad guys.” Spencer did a karate pose. “And sometimes, it’s bad girls.”

“Like Doc Oc and Venom? Daddy fights those guys too.” Tom humored him.

“Like kidnappers.” Spencer replied to Tom’s surprise.

“Kidnappers?” Tom questioned. “Where did you see that?”

“The pretty lady next door told me.” Spencer said. “She also told me to keep the doors and windows locked at night.”

“How long have you been talking to this lady?” Tom wondered. Spencer’s imaginary friend was pretty detailed for never having been mentioned before.

“A few months. She’s away a lot for cases.” Spencer explained as he began to play with some toys scattered on the carpet.

“Okay, buddy.” Tom laughed in content. “Maybe you can introduce her to me sometime.”

“Okay daddy.” Spencer smiled happily as Tom came over to play with him.

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A few weeks later, Tom walked past Spencer’s room and heard him talking to his toys.

“You can never talk to strangers. Don’t let them buy you any candy or ice cream, even if it’s a fudge pop. You can only talk to adults that you know.” Spencer explained you his toys. Tom smiled to himself as he listened to his son babbling. He walked into his room and took a seat across from Spencer.

“Who told you all of that, buddy?” He laughed curiously.

“The special agent next door.” Spencer repeated. “She said we need a code word in case a stranger tries to pick me up from school.”

“A code word?”

“If they don’t know the code word, I won’t go with them.” Spencer explained and Tom realized he was right.

“That’s a good idea, buddy. What do you want the word to be?” He asked his son.

“Y/n.” Spencer said immediately.

“Y/n? Why that?” Tom wondered. They didn’t know anyone with that name, to Tom’s knowledge. He had no idea where his son would learn that name.

“That’s the name of the lady next door. She said I could tell you since you also fight bad guys. Can that be our word, daddy?” Spencer asked as he ran a toy car over Toms leg.

“Sure.” Tom agreed. “That can be our word.”

~

“Look daddy! I got a gold star on my report.” Spencer ran into the house, waving a piece of paper around in the air.

Tom greeted his son with a smile and scooped him off the ground, giving him a big kiss on the cheek before taking the paper.

“Who I Want to be when I grow up by Spencer Holland. Aw, buddy. Good job.” Tom praised as he read the title of the paper.

“I’m gonna go play.” Spencer told him and ran to his room.

Tom sat down at the kitchen table to read his sons paper.

“When I grow up, I want to be like the lady next door. She’s a secret agent for the FBI and brings home lost children. Her job is very dangerous because she fights bad guys. I think she is very smart and brave and that is why I want to be like her.” Tom read. He wasn’t disappointed that it wasn’t about him, just concerned. It was one thing for Spencer to have imaginary friends, it was another thing to write about them at school. Spencer could talk about the lady next door all he wanted at home, but that’s where it should stay. Tom was raising him all on his own, and he didn’t know if six year olds should be talking about their imaginary friends to other people. He decided to talk to Spencer about it as he made his way to his room.

“Hey, buddy, can we talk?” Tom asked as he knocked lightly on Spencer’s doorframe.

“Okay daddy.” Spencer smiled at him from his bed.

“I see you wrote your report on the lady next door.” Tom began.

“I did. I’m going to give it to her when she comes home next week.” Spencer bounced your and down in excitement as he brushed the hair on his police Barbie. Tom laid the report on his bed and sighed.

“Spencer, I had imaginary friends at your age too. It’s perfectly normal.” Tom began. “You just can’t write about her at school like she’s real.”

“She is real!” Spencer protested. “She lets me work on cases with her and let’s me hold her briefcase.”

“Do you think maybe you saw her on TV and got confused?” Tom asked gently. “Nobody lives next door, buddy.”

“Yes she does.” Spencer whined. “I’ll prove it to you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything to me.” Tom assured him. “She can be real at home, but it’s different at school.”

Spencer was about to say something when he heard a car door slam outside. He looked out his window and broke into a huge smile.

“She’s home!” Spencer cheered and ran out of the room. He ran all the way outside and tackled you in hug. Tom watched this from the window with a shocked expression. His son was hugging a woman he had never seen before, and he looked completely comfortable with her. Tom was about to go outside when he noticed a gun strapped to your hip.

Could Spencer had been telling the truth?

“Spence!” You hugged Spencer tightly before setting him down. “How are you doing, buddy?”

“I missed you.” He smiled wildly. “Do you have any cuts from the bad guys?”

“Nope.” You said proudly. “We took him down and ended the case a week earlier than we thought. Thanks for helping me work the case.” You cupped his chin fondly and dug in your pocket. “If you’re gonna keep helping me with this, you’re gonna need a badge of your own.”

You handed Spencer a tiny badge that said FBI on it and his eyes lit up with joy.

“Wow!” He beamed. Thank you! Now I can be just like you. I even wrote about you in my report.”

“You did? Can I see?” You asked him and he handed you the paper.

“Here. I was just showing my daddy.”

You took the report from Spencer’s hands and gave him a grateful smile. You read the paper a few times, almost teared up from how much it meant to you. He grinned proudly at you as you rubbed your thumb over the gold star.

“I love this. Can I keep it for when you’re a famous FBI agent?” You asked him as you pinned the badge to his chest.

“Okay.” Spencer nodded eagerly. You took your eyes off him for a moment when you heard his front door open. Tom came running out of the house and bent down next to his son.

“Spencer, what did I say about talking to strangers?” He scolded before looking up at you. You gave him a kind smile and his heart nearly stopped. Spencer really knew what he was talking about when he called you a pretty lady. Tom flushed in embarrassment and gave you a shy smile back.

“She’s not a stranger. She’s a secret agent.” Spencer insisted and you chuckled. You and Tom stood up and you held out your hand.

“Hi, I’m Special Agent L/N.” You introduced yourself and shook his hand. “You can call me Y/n.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak but found himself star struck. You were exactly as Spencer described in your all black outfit and pretty face. He couldn’t believe he had lived next to you for so long and had never seen you.

“See, daddy? She’s not a stranger.” Spencer said as he tugged on Toms hand. “She fights the bad guys like you do.”

“Oh, are you in law enforcement as well?” You asked Tom and he immediately forgot what he did for a living. Spencer tugged on his hand again and Tom snapped out of it.

“My character is.” He answered. “I’m an actor.”

“Have you been in anything I would’ve seen?”

“Depends.” Tom said. “Are you into natural disasters or superhero’s?”

“I can’t say I am.” You laughed the most beautiful laugh Tom had ever heard. “You mean like Marvel?”

“Yeah. I play Spider-man.” He answered, beginning to feel more confident when your eyes widened in amazement.

“No way.” You gasped. “I didn’t know I was living next door to a superhero.”

“Neither did I.” He laughed softly. You looked at each other for a moment and smiled.

“What do people call you when you’re not playing Spiderman?” You realized your never caught his name.

“Sorry, I’m Tom. I’m Spencer’s dad.” He looked down at his son and noticed the badge on his chest. “What’s that?”

“It’s a badge. Y/n said secret gents need a badge.” Spencer said proudly as he tapped on his badge.

“It’s true. Now you’re official.” You nodded at Spencer. Tom looked between the two of you with a pleasantly surprised smile. Seeing you be so kind to his son warmed his heart. Spencer didn’t have the easiest type making friends in school because he was shy, but he seemed extremely comfortable with you.

“Cool.” Spencer wiggled with excitement. “I’m gonna catch an unsub.”

“I bet you are.” You winked at him before he ran off.

“So how do you guys know each other?” Tom wondered once Spencer had run off.

“Oh, Spence is the smartest guy I’ve ever worked with.” You laughed and folded your arms. “He helps me with cases all the time. He’s loves reading the case files.” You shrugged and Tom smiled at you fondly.

“He talks about you all the time. You’ve taught him a lot.” Tom said in appreciation. It was nice to have someone else looking out for his since he was raising him all alone.

“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” You said suddenly. “The badge is something they sell for agents with kids. He always asks to see mine so I thought I’d get him his own.”

“No, it’s fine. I really appreciate it, actually.” Tom assured you. “This whole time, I thought you were his imaginary friend.”

“Really? That’s so funny.” You smiled in delight. “I usually see him in the yard and ask him for help with the case I’m working on. Don’t worry, I’ve never shown him anything graphic or violent. He actually helped me crack a case the other week when he suggested that the unsub could be a woman.”

“Unsub?” Tom questioned.

“Sorry. Work talk.” You laughed shyly. “Unidentified subject.”

“And he helped you find the person?” Tom asked in amazement. He couldn’t imagine how his 6 year old helped the FBI.

“Absolutely.” You insisted. “My team was only looking at male offenders until Spence said it could be a woman. He’s actually really good at this stuff. He told me he wants to be an agent when he grows up. I hope you don’t mind, I gave him one of my hats.”

“I don’t mind at all. He thinks you’re a secret agent, though. Like a spy.” He chuckled and you shook your head with a smile.

“I told him I was a special agent. He must’ve thought I meant secret.” You explained. “It’s okay. He still understands what I do.”

“I know. I hear him teaching his toys about safety all the time.” Tom said and you put a hand over your heart.

“Does he? That’s so cute.” You pouted. “I just taught him a few safety precautions he should always take.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” Tom said sincerely. He couldn’t help thinking about how motherly you already acted towards Spencer. Tom didn’t date because of the thought of having to introduce Spencer to random women scared him, but you had already formed a bond with him. Tom couldn’t help the butterflies he was feeling from being around you. Everything about you, from your independence to your bravery, was drawing Tom in.

“Of course. It’s my job to keep people safe.” You nodded. “I also just like talking to him. You have a really great kid.”

“Yeah, I know.” Tom smiled proudly as he looked over his shoulder at Spencer.

“You and your wife did a great job with him.” You said quietly as you looked down at your boots.

“Yeah, uh, no wife.” Tom scratched the back of his head and you tried to hide your smile. “It’s just him and I. And apparently, you.”

“I see a lot of horrible things on the job. Your sons smiling face makes me remember why I do what I do. It’s all for the kids.” You said sincerely.

“What do you do, exactly?” Tom wondered.

“I work for the FBI and I specialize in child abductions.” You told him and he looked impressed as it all made sense.

“Oh. So that’s where he’s getting all his information from.” He realized. “I think you taught my son more than I ever did.”

“He was always happy to learn.” You smiled brightly. “You’re lucky you don’t have a daughter. I would have a lot more safety precautions to teach her.”

“I’m sorry. Your job can’t be easy.” Tom frowned. You had to spend all day looking for missing children, and he was sure you didn’t always find them. That couldn’t be easy, yet you still faced the world with a smile on your face and kindness in your heart.

That only made Tom like you more.

“It’s not.” You agreed. “But every time I get to reunite a child with their parents, I remember that it’s worth it.”

Tom opened his mouth to speak and closed it. He had never been so star struck around a girl before.

“Sorry, I’m just a little speechless right now.” He laughed shyly and scratched his head again. “You’re just kind of the most amazing person I’ve ever met. I, um, wow.” He shook his head to regain focus as you laughed.

“Thank you, Tom.” You smiled. “I’m really glad I got to meet the man who raised my favorite kid.”

“Do you think we could maybe continue this meeting over dinner?” He made a bold move to keep you on the line.

“Are you asking me out, Spiderman?” You cocked your head and squinted your eyes at him.

“I’m trying to. I’m not very good at this.” He said sheepishly. You took a step forward and straightened out the collar of his shirt as he watched you with wide eyes.

“Well I think you’re doing a great job.” You but your bottom lip and looked him in the eyes. “How does 7 work for you?”

“7 is good.” He squeaked and you smirked.

“I’ll leave my gun at home. Unless you’re planning on getting fresh. Then I’ll have to arrest you.” You said seriously.

“I-“

“I’m teasing.” You cut him off with a laugh. “I’ll see you at 7.”

Spencer ran back up to you and Tom and Tom picked him up.

“See, daddy? I told you there was a pretty lady next door.” Spencer insisted. “I wanna be just like her.”

“Aw. You’re gonna be the greatest FBI agent the world has ever seen.” You pinched his cheek. “I hope you’ll invite me to your induction ceremony.”

“Maybe you can come as my date.” Tom shrugged and you shot him a smile.

“Yeah. Maybe I can.”

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[m4tthewmurd0ck]

burn ~ matt murdock  x  oc (chapter 1)

literally just made this account and have 0 followers but hello! anyone that might’ve stumbled across this. long time fan, first time… poster? idk. i write on wattpad (so far it’s social media stories, a (tom holland) peter parker x oc, and a billy hargrove x oc). matt is one of my comfort characters and i’ve finally worked up the courage to write for him! figured this would be a good place to post bits before i start actually publishing on wattpad. of course, i’m finally doing this story and as we know netflix is removing daredevil and the defenders in less than a week, so… love that for me i guess. hopefully i can find somewhere else to watch them or disney+ or hulu quickly picks them up as i’m writing because even though i’ve obviously watched both shows, visuals while i’m writing based on a show or film are always a big help. ANYWAY i’ll get on with it. i’ll do a “continue reading” for the actual story because chapter 1 is just over 1.8k words lol. ALSO last note I swear, this first chapter is pretty plot heavy but i wanted to set up for future chapters and i figured get a lot of it out of the way at once. but my main character isn’t a lawyer, and she doesn’t have a job that deals with any type of law enforcement so it’s lots of original content very very soon!

My OC: Cassiopeia “Cassie” Nelson portrayed by Crystal Reed. As you can guess by the last name, she’s Foggy’s sister. Her name has meaning, I chose it specifically and I do touch on it multiple times throughout the story (but she does go by Cassie)

     FOGGY, FOGGY, FOGGY. It took a few more rings before Matt finally woke up. When he answered the phone, he was still half asleep.

"Hello?"

"Good morning sunshine!"

"What time is it?"

"Half past get the hell up. What was that? Was that a moan? Do you have somebody in bed with you? The paralegal! Is it the para over at— never mind, I don't wanna hear about it. No, I do wanna hear about it! What was she like?"

Cassie groaned and snatched the phone from her brothers hand, unable to listen to any more of his nonsense. "Morning Matt."

"Cassie," he sat up, a small smile on his face.

"What my dear, dear brother was supposed to tell you was that meeting with the real estate agent is in less than an hour, 45 minutes actually. Are you still in bed?"

"Nope," the smile turned into a grin, as he was technically telling the truth. He'd just stood up a good few seconds before she asked that question.

Foggy elbowed her, and she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "I'm supposed to tell you that the real estate agent won't be your type, so try not to be so charming."

"What I'm hearing is you think I'm charming?"

"Alright Murdock. I can tell you're smiling. I said no such thing."

Foggy leaned closer, "the lady told me she thinks blind people are God's mistake!"

"I think he gets the message," Cassie laughed, shoving him away. She turned her attention back to the phone call, "alright get up and get ready, we've gotta go bribe a cop. And to my FBI agent listening in on this call, that was a joke!"

Just a short while later Cassie stood there half with shame, as Foggy handed Brett the paper bag. 

"You're right, it ain't the careers," Brett turned to face Cassie. "You have a good day Cass," giving her a small nod before he turned and began to walk the other way.

"Hey why does she get a goodbye? Alright well thanks buddy!"

"One of these days that's gonna get you in trouble you know," Cassie shook her head as they continued walking down the street.

"Nah, we're good pals." Foggy shrugged. "That'll work in our favor, just you wait."

It wasn't long before they reached the correct street, and found Matt waiting just a couple of buildings over. Cassie did the same thing she always did, walked up and stood about a foot to his left, waiting for him to notice.

Of course, he noticed right away. She'd been wearing the same perfume that Matt quickly came to recognize.

"Hey Cassie," he pulled her in for a hug. 

"Morning Foggy. Oh good morning Matt!" Foggy mumbled to himself.

Deliberately ignoring her brother, Cassie once again turned her attention to Matt. "You guys ready to tour your new place?"

"Hey technically your name is in the business too, so really it's all of our new place."

Cassie couldn't help but laugh. "That mean I'm the boss, since Nelson comes before Murdock?"

"Yes ma'am."

Foggy pretended to gag. "No more flirting. Please, I am begging you both," he looked to the entrance of the building and pointed towards a blonde woman waving to them from the front door. "Thank God let's go."

Matt held his arm out, and Cassie linked hers through. Another thing that they'd been doing a while. Starting back in college when Matt figured out that Cassie scared easily, and that any little noise would make her jump. Whenever the three friends were walking home at night, he'd hold out his arm and call himself her seeing eye dog, saying he'd guide her. Now it was just a habit.

Foggy gagged again, but remained silent as he walked ahead of the two.

"—and two offices. Corner suite has a view of the Hudson. You can flip a coin with your partner for it."

Cassie had to hold back her laughter as Matt said that Foggy could have the room with the view. 

As the realtor, who then introduced herself as Susan Harris, stumbled her way through an apology and introduction, Cassie took that minute to walk around.

"Hey Cassie?" Matt called her over when they'd finished talking. "Care to walk a guy around the space?"

They linked arms once again, Cassie guiding Matt around as Susan talked them through the history of the building, assuring them that since the incident, the building had barely been touched.

As Foggy and Susan had a little back-and-forth about the price of the space, Cassie led Matt around the room they'd just walked into. 

"So, what do you think?" Matt paused, turning to face her. "And be honest. If it's ugly you have to tell me. You know, because I'm blind."

"I," She paused, trying to work out exactly what to say. "I think it could use a good sprucing up. But I like it. It's... a fun... fixer-upper?"

Matt held his arm out again, heading back towards the sound of Foggy's voice. "We'll take it."

Cassie's eyes went a little wide, and Foggy stared at him, clearly not expecting that.

"Well— we will talk about it because we're not sure we can afford even this... palace unless we make some changes to our current clientele policies."

"My partner and I are having some disagreements over the direction of Nelson and Murdock. I believe we're here to defend the innocent—"

"And I believe the innocent includes everyone not yet convicted of a crime," Foggy cut him off.

"What do you think?" Susan looked at Cassie, curious. 

It dawned on her that Susan probably assumed she was another partner simply because of her last name.

"Oh I— my last name is Nelson but I'm not—"

"Wanting to disagree with her brother," Matt jumped in. "She agrees with me though."

Cassie stayed quiet just for the amusing look on Foggy's face. Truthfully, she did agree with Matt more. She knew that there were lawyers forced to defend clients that they knew were guilty every day, and didn't even want to think about what it would do to Matt and Foggy if they became those types of lawyers.

As the two men bickered between themselves about who they should and shouldn't defend, Susan and Cassie just stood there, both a little amused.

"Alright!" Cassie claps her hands, drawing the attention to her. "If you are done fighting, I'm sure Susan would like a definitive answer."

Matt puts a hand of Foggy's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

Although reluctantly, Foggy sighs. "We'll take it."

Outside, they emerge feeling a little victorious. It may set them back a bit, but but in the end even Foggy admits he feels good about this big step that they're taking.

"We should celebrate!"

"Don't you boys have to get back to work?" Cassie glances down at her watch. "Remember you barely scheduled enough time in your day for this meeting."

"She's right, I didn't even realize what time it was," Foggy slides his phone back into his pocket. "You going home?"

Nodding, Cassie pulls her phone out and mentions she's going to call an Uber. She knows it's cheaper to use her subway pass, but just wants to grab something to eat and quickly head home. When the app shows that the driver is less than five minutes away, she's relieved. "I think so. I'm off for the next three days. The gallery is getting a quick remodel for one of the rooms so I'll probably just be on my couch watching TV until I go back to work." 

Without warning, a guy comes zooming around the corner, riding an electric bike on the sidewalk. Matt pulls Cassie to the side less than two seconds before he rides by them.

"Dude come on watch where you're going!" Foggy yells. "Seriously. Hey, are you good?"

"Yeah," Cassie breaths a sigh of relief. "Thanks Matt."

"Are you sure you're okay?" He gives Cassie a soft pat on her shoulder, able to tell that her heart is still racing.

"Yeah, just a little spooked. Glad you pulled me out of the way so I didn't get run over. Talk about deja vu huh, like college all over again."

Before Matt can respond, Cassie notices something. "Hey, where'd this bruise come from?" She gently puts her hand on his cheek, careful to avoid the actual bruise.

If anyone else had asked that question, Matt would've been quick to shut them down. But he had a soft spot for Cassie ever since they met. And he loved that she cared and asked. Secretly loved it though, he'd never say it out loud.

"Just... clumsy, that's all." 

Cassie raises her eyebrows, clearly skeptical and not sure if she was buying that Matt was just clumsy. But she decided to leave it alone for the moment because a car pulls up, ready to take her back to their apartment.

"I'll see you both later," Cassie grins as she hugs them goodbye. "Nelson and Murdock have their own place! I want to make you both dinner to celebrate, let me know when okay?"

Foggy nods, always willing to accept a free meal, especially from his sister. Cassie always said the kitchen was probably her favorite place, and she was the best cook that he knew.

"That sounds good," Matt smiled, opening the car door to Cassie's ride home. "Maybe tomorrow night if we're not caught up with work?"

"Okay, just let me know. I just went grocery shopping so I won't need to go out and buy anything. Bye guys!"

Once they went their separate ways, Cassie was practically giddy with joy as she unlocked the door to her apartment. She ended up adding a stop to the ride, swinging by her favorite restaurant before going home.

After a quick shower and getting into clothing that was a lot more comfortable, she settled on the couch.

While she ate, she thought about the day. And as it happened quite often, her thoughts turned to Matt. That wasn't the first bruise she'd seen on him. Hell, that wasn't even the first bruise she'd seen that week. She normally always let it go since he assured her he was fine, although lately she was more curious, and concerned. But what could've happened?

After a moment, she came to a small conclusion. Matt couldn't possibly be just that clumsy. Yes, as he often pointed out as if she couldn't have possibly already known, he was blind. Something had to be going on with him though... right?

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[terrifictomholland]

catch me, catch you - T.H x reader

So today is a special day - it’s @howdyho-harrystyles birthday! So I spent all night (and today) writing this for her lmao, happy birthday I hope you’ll like this! ❤

word count: 3.4K of sheer smut

warning: SMUT! derogatory language, oral sex (male and female) spanking, choking, dirty talk. Lotsa fun stuff really!

PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!

You saw him slouched over the bar, twirling his glass of whiskey in his hands. A grin pulled at the corner of your mouth. 

An easy target. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” You sidled up beside him, taking a seat on the barstool and crossing your leg over the other. His eyes gave you a once over.

“Why’re you here?” He asked, instantly on alert as to what trick you had up your sleeve. 

You tsked, “Oh relax, no gimmicks, no tricks. Just wanted to see the man himself up close,” You giggled as the bartender came up to you asking what you wanted.

“I’ll have a dirty passion, please,” You smirked as you looked over at the formidable Tom Holland as you said those words. 

The one and only man who had been hunting you for the past year and a half but never managed to catch you for your “alleged” counterfeiting. 

You loved the chase, you loved outsmarting him and watch as he tried to put it together every time you put him on your tail, only for you to disappear into thin air.

He coughed, trying to conceal it and  you threw your head back laughing.

“Do you even know the hardship and grief you’ve caused me by the shit you pulled earlier?” His tone rose in frustration, but there was something else there. Admiration perhaps?

“Mmh, I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about- oh thank you,” You smiled your most charming smile to the bartender as the drink was placed in front of you.

“My arse you don’t,” Tom scoffed. You peeked around him, not-so-subtly, giving him an appraising hum.

“Delectable arse,” He countered with an unamused look and you giggled.

“Loosen up, you’re drinking so clearly you’re off duty now,” 

“I came here to enjoy a drink in peace and get my mind off of you - alas, here we are,” He motioned between the two of you. Your eyebrow shot up,

“I’ve been on your mind?” You could almost see him blanching at the admission and you smiled, placing a hand on his leg. As the rest of you moved closer to him, chest pressing up against his arm.

“You’ve been on my mind too,” You whispered in his ear. Placing a kiss on his earlobe, feeling the shiver run through him.

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After that, it didn’t take long for you to wind up at his flat. Your eyes roaming around inside, remembering the details and cataloging them.

A smirk gracing your face once again seeing some very familiar postcards featured on his fridge.

“I see you’re a fan,” You licked your lips motioning to said fridge, his eyes moved over to them and he shook his head.

“You’ve been the cause of many restless nights,” He admitted as his eyes roamed your body. A surge of confidence rolled through you as you sauntered over to him. “Well, now that you have me for the night, why don’t you use me?” 

His nostrils flared as he inhaled a sharp breath. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?” 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I couldn’t handle you,” Your fingers gripped the lapels of his shirt and he searched your face. His eyes darting down to your lips and you subconsciously licked your own. Your heart raced when he got close enough to invade all of your senses. His hands resting on your waist and your skin burned where he touched you. Your eyes shut on their own accord when his breath fell on your face and seconds later you felt his lips on yours. 

Eager and plush lips slanting over your own, his lips catching your bottom one and sucked on it, giving it a nibble. At once you opened up letting him have all the access he wanted. A small sigh escaped when you felt him lift you up, your legs wrapped around his waist immediately. His large hands holding the back of your thighs as he moved you to his bedroom. 

His lips were divine, kissing you with just enough eagerness and passion. He was a magnificent kisser that you easily could get lost in. In fact, you did because the next thing you knew he had you on your back on his bed. 

Pulling away ever so slightly, both out of breath and lust swirling in your eyes. You bit your swollen lip feeling his body pressing against yours and you decided then and there that you were both wearing too much clothes. 

“Take it off,” You demanded, sitting up and he followed suit, both of you stripping, until you were just in your underwear. 

“Fuck,” You whispered sucking your bottom lip between your teeth seeing the impressive physique he had. He was ripped but not overly so, he was just right. Very defined abs and arms that made you wanna grind your cunt all over them. 

A cocky grin crossed his face. “Seeing something you like?” 

You propped yourself up on your elbows, “Mmh, fuck you’re gorgeous,”

His eyes moved over your half-naked body, eyes zeroing on your bra-clad tits. “So are you,” warmth filled you to hear him say that. Considering you two were on opposite sides, getting a compliment from him still meant a lot to you. You held a lot of respect for him, he was an incredible FBI agent and not one to mess with. Yet here you were, about to mess with him. 

“Thank you,” You reached behind you, unclasping your bra and his jaw dropped slightly and you grinned getting up on your knees on his bed. Shuffling closer to where he stood. Your hands going to his thighs, rubbing them as you placed kisses all over his pecs and abs. 

You felt him growing in his boxers when you sucked and marked his torso up. Small groans leaving his lips and you fed off of them.

You let your fingernails scrape across his abs down to the front of his boxers, feeling his cock twitch when you palmed him. You glanced up at him with a wicked grin seeing his brown eyes darken as he licked his lips.

“May I?” He gave a jerky nod which was enough for you to push his boxers off him. 

His cock sprung free and curved up toward his tummy. Red and leaking at the tip that made your mouth water, it was a glorious cock. Just thick and long enough.

“God you’re perfect,” You mumbled as your hand wrapped around him and he hissed at the touch at first, which was soon enough replaced by a string of moans as you jerked him off. 

You licked your lips getting them nice and wet before wrapping your mouth around the head, letting your tongue tease him. His fingers tangled in your hair and tugged on it making you moan around his cock.

You let one of your hands move to his balls, taking him deeper in your mouth, relaxing your jaw and breathing through your nose, tears gathered in your eyes as you deepthroated him hearing his low growls and moans. The grip tightened on your hair. 

“Fucking hell,” He stuttered and you could tell he was refraining from bucking his hips, which you were grateful for. You bobbed your head up and down increasing in speed hearing his breathing get faster and shorter.

“That’s it,” He moaned and you opened your eyes, looking up to see him throw his head back letting out a string of moans. The veins in his arms protrude and it was a sight for sore eyes to see him so lost in pleasure. 

You pulled off him with a pop and he looked down at you confused,  before you started kissing all over his length, letting your teeth graze his frenulum and he let out a loud moan and without warning he came, painting your face and chest white. You smirked pumping him as he kept shooting off, hearing those delicious moans fill the room. 

“Fuck you’re such a good cockslut,” He panted and you bit your lip, scooping up his cum and licking it all up.

“You taste delicious baby,” You smirked

You let go of him, just admiring him and the way he looked as he came. Face and chest flushed, laboured breathing and beads of sweat pooling at his temples. 

“You’re incredible,” He breathed, making your cheeks grow hot under the praise.

“Thank you,” You smiled watching as he got closer to you giving you a lust-filled kiss which you eagerly kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. His body pressing against yours and he got situated between your legs, the friction from his knee pressed against your dripping core made you moan into his mouth.

“What do you want?” He murmured, his lips kissing a trail to your neck, exploring the delicate skin there and leaving marks that would be there for days to come. A souvenir to remember him by.

“Eat me,” You gasped arching your upper body when he found your sweet spot and you tilted your head sideways. He chuckled against your neck, soothing the bite with his tongue.

“What’s that?” He was turning the tables on you now. Cheeky bugger.

“Want you to eat my pussy,” You huffed at having to repeat yourself, placing a hand on his head, pushing him down to your throbbing core. 

“Bossy,” He teased, sucking a harsh bite into your hip bone causing you to let out a whine. His face finally came face to face with your dripping cunt.

“Needy little thing aren’t you?” He hummed seeing the wet patch on your panties and you threw your head back feeling him rub your sensitive bud through the thin and soaked material. 

“Fuck,” You breathed feeling him remove your panties and you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

The first lick of his tongue had spots of white appear behind your eyelids. His warm tongue spreading your wet folds, licking up to your clit, giving that a few flicks before he moved back to your entrance. A moan filled the room when you felt his tongue push inside of you.

You took fistfulls of his hair, letting out high-pitched whines as he ate you out like a champion. Your hips gyrated against his face when he moved up to shower your clit with attention. Practically making out with it and it was one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. Your lower stomach started burning like it did when you were going to cum. 

“Fingers,” You gasped laying down flat on the bed so that you could twist and tweak your nipples as he eased a finger in you, making you sigh in pleasure.

“So good,” 

“So fucking wet for me,” He pulled away from your clit for a moment, watching you play with your nipples.

“You’ll be the death of me,” He grunted adding a second finger without difficulty and you let out a moan feeling his mouth back on your clit.

“Fuck, fuck,” You wanted to squeeze your legs together but you couldn’t seeing as how he had them spread wide. 

“‘m close Tom,” Your breath came out choppy as the pleasure built and built in your stomach, 

“C’mon cum for me baby, show me what you can do. Make a mess on my face,” He rasped and you came with a cry chanting his name, your legs trembling when you came. 

You felt him kissing your stomach up to your tits, giving them all the attention you could’ve possibly wanted. You arched your back, feeling your clit throb again.

 You loved nipple play, so much, it was an instant turn-on.

“Want you to fuck me now,” You breathed splaying yourself out there on the bed, feeling him climb on top of you. 

“I think you can do better than that,” He smirked, sitting back on his hunches and stroked his cock leisurely. You let out a whimper at the sight of his cock hardening with each stroke, you just wanted his cock. 

“C’mon Tom, fuck me - don’t you want to? Take my cunt and make it yours?” You taunted, grinning when you noticed the fire in his eyes knowing he’d take the bait.

“You’re damn right about that - your cunt is mine,” To prove his point, he gave your cunt a hard slap causing a loud moan to leave your lips. “In fact, to keep your cunt mine I might just tie you up,”  He winked and your throat went dry.

“Go ahead, it’s the only time you’ll have me cuffed,” You shot back and he laughed heartily. 

“Are you sure about that?” His eyes twinkled as he gave your cunt another slap. You bit your lip feeling your wetness seep from your cunt and you knew he felt it.

“Yeah I am,” You gave him a cheeky grin, “So get to it,” You wiggled your hips and he reached over to the bedside drawer, procuring a condom and rolled it over his length.

“Get up on all fours,” 

You quickly got up on all four, feeling your heart thrum in your chest from excitement. You turned your neck over your shoulder seeing Tom admire your body from behind. His hand reached out taking a handful of your ass before releasing it and giving it a good and hard slap, jolting you forward. 

“Fucking gorgeous,” He grunted pushing your face down and you gripped the sheets feeling him run the tip of his cock along your entrance before he pushed forward, entering you in one fluid motion. 

“Go-fuck,” You shakily exhaled feeling so full of him, squeezing his cock like a vice as you adjusted to the size of him. 

“Such a tight little cunt,” 

“Fuck, move,” You pushed back taking him deeper and he groaned, gripping your hips in both hands using them for balance as he started pounding into you. Sending you straight to nirvana. 

You loved the raw passion and lust as he fucked you seven ways to Sunday. He grabbed the back of your hair yanking on it roughly and you gasped, back arching as he smacked your ass with his other hand.

“My little slut,” He growled in your ear and you whined feeling dizzy with pleasure. His dirty talk only enforced that.

“Yes, fuck,” You breathed grasping the sheets harder as his hips slammed into you over and over. You moaned when his cock nudged your g-spot, stars exploding behind your eyelids and your skin prickling. 

“Taking my cock like such a good cockslut,” His hand slid to your front and your eyes rolled back when he started slapping your clit repeatedly. 

“Hrngh,” You whimpered, the noise getting cut off when he moved his hand from your ass to your tits. giving each of them a slap before his hand wrapped around your throat. Squeezing it and you cried out starting to feel like you were floating from all the pleasure he gave you.

“F-fuck can I cum?” You gasped trying valiantly to keep your eyes open, but all you wanted to do was close your eyes and ride this wave of overstimulation. 

“I don’t know - can you?” He taunted fucking into you even harder. The pressure in the pit of your stomach intensified with each thrust and you fell closer and closer to the edge. 

“Please...daddy,” The words just tumbled out in the haze you were currently in. 

“Daddy huh?” 

“Yes, fuck - let me cum all around your cock daddy,” You moaned, making a point to squeeze his cock and he let out a loud groan. 

“Be a good slut and cum for daddy, wanna feel your cunt gushing all around my cock,” He whispered in your ear and you cried out one more time before you tipped over the edge. Your orgasm rocking you through your core, your walls clenching down around him and that way, setting off his orgasm. Hearing his moans and cries as he came. His hand still on your throat, giving a tighter squeeze. 

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck,” You let out a high pitched cry, bordering on screaming his name as he fucked you both through your  orgasms. 

“Oh my god,” He panted letting go of your throat and removing his hand from your clit. Slowly, he pulled out of you and you whined at the loss, glancing over at him seeing the small smirk on his face. 

“Can’t get enough of me?” You rolled your eyes collapsing on his comfortable bed, face down against his plush pillows, hugging one close to you. 

“You wish,” You smiled lazily, watching him clean himself up before he got in beside you. Both of you fumbling for a bit, exchanging tiny giggles as you recovered, still feeling a little lightheaded and floaty. 

“Do you uh, want anything?” He asked scratching the back of his neck and his other free hand gently stroked your back, comforting and soothing you. He could sense that you weren’t fully there with him yet, and he was so sweet. You felt the energy shift into something uncertain and awkward now.

 Suddenly, it felt far too vulnerable and intimate being in the same bed as the man who had just made you cum harder than anyone had ever been able to in the past. And was trying to get you behind bars. Yet, you didn’t want to leave either. You knew that this was all you’d get with him - one night. You planned on making the most of it.

“Maybe a cuppa,” You said timidly reaching for his comforter, wrapping it around you. 

“Milk? Sugar?” He was already up from the bed and you shook your head. He left the room giving you some room for your thoughts and you tried to clear them, but everything was blurred together and you couldn’t make sense of them. So many conflicting emotions running through you.

 You knew you had a golden opportunity now to snoop and find his weaknesses. But, you didn’t find it in you to do that. Not anymore, you let your heart rule over your mind in this instance. 

He came back with two cups, handing one over to you. “Here you go,” You took it and carefully sipped the hot liquid.

“Didn’t peg you for a Yorkshire man,” You mused, watching him over the rim as he sat down and put the comforter over him too. He let out a small laugh.

“It’s the one and only way of drinking tea that,” He affirmed and you grinned.

“Well I feel so much more relieved now that you’re the one who’s chasing me when you’re a Yorkshire tea-drinker - you’re worthy,” You teased, enjoying the lighthearted atmosphere you had going on.

His smile dimmed a little and a frown took place in his beautiful face. “What happens after tonight?” You felt your own smile fade too when he asked. You both knew, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to say it.

“I’m not gonna see you again am I?” He rephrased and you looked down at the mug in your hand so you wouldn’t have to see the look on his face.

“No..You won’t Thomas,” You said quietly hearing the inhale from the man across you. 

“Well...then we should make the most of the night then,” He said slowly, trying to lighten the mood and for that you were grateful. You were quick to jump on the subject change. “What do you suggest we do?” 

“Well...how are you with knitting?” He smirked when you snorted.

“Haven’t you learned anything about me? I’m a fucking pro at everything I do, why stop at knitting? What about crocheting?” You lifted your eyebrow up.

His eyes twinkled with amusement before putting his mug away. “Come here you,” He patted his lap, taking the mug from you and you smirked, climbing into his lap. His hands coming to rest on your ass as you straddled him, kissing him deeply. 

                                                    -----

The next morning when Tom started waking up. He dragged an arm over your shape only to feel the cool sheets. He cracked an eye open and lifted his head from his pillow seeing an empty space where he was sure you had laid before you both fell asleep. Or had you only pretended and left the moment Tom conked out? 

A note was left on the pillow you had slept on. He sat up so he could read the note, his eyes scanning it and a laugh fell from his lips.

There, in your neat and cursive handwriting was a single sentence. 

Catch me if you can ;)

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Mob!Tom Holland - Fawn (8)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom H  [10:13]: Hey fawn

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

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

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

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

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

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

Y/N [10:14]: no, I’m not mad 😂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not gonna look at –“

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

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[peacensafety]

This is everything about WandaVision up to Episode 5, with most of it concentrating on Episode 5. I have seen Episode 6 at this point, but I will respect the one week spoilers rule that is part of Nerd Culture.

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First of all, some basics about this series. This is an homage to different American sitcoms. Why American sitcoms when the main character is Sokovian? No one knows.

In the comic books, Wanda Maximoff is a mutant, not a science experiment like in the MCU. She and Pietro are the twin children of a Mutant named Magneto and a human named Magda (who is sometimes a Romini, and originally from Transia). Magneto is referred to as an Omega level mutant. Wanda is born with mutations, able to control Hex Powers, which is whatever the comic book writer needed to move the plot along. Sometimes her original powers have to do with probability, but like, 30 years ago, they started calling it chaos magic, and then she had extra reception to magical powers, and basically, it’s all very vague and ill-defined. She’s like the only one immune to Phoenix powers, and that’s a huge deal. She is not considered an Omega Level Mutant because she does not have completely mastery over her powers, not because she isn’t powerful enough. In the comic book series House of M, she is powerful enough to rewrite the entire universe, that was retconned in The Children’s Crusade, but then her powers are called Mutant Magic in A vs X and she’s got cosmic chaos magic. She’s supposed to serve The High Evolutionary at this point, which has made her more powerful. In the MCU, she was genetically altered by the Mind Stone, one of the six Infinity Stones. So when Wanda, AKA The Scarlet Witch, is in a story you can expect it to be about ridiculous amounts of power.

The assumption that you can make pretty quickly in the series is that Wanda Maximoff is in charge of this alternate reality, and quite possibly created it. Knowing what we know about Wanda, we assume it’s because she broke after the death of Vision and couldn’t deal with that death after the death of her parents (because of the Sokovian civil war) and Pietro, her twin brother, who was killed by Ultron. It’s stated pretty early on that Wanda could have defeated Thanos by herself (this is most likely true, one time in the comic books she decided to remove every mutant power in the known universe and she did for a couple of years. Is she more powerful than Jean Gray? Sit down with some nerds and listen to them argue, because that call will never be settled in a peaceful manner). Wanda has brought back Vision (who was killed by Thanos before he made his wish on the Stones, making him dead dead instead of mostly dead like half of the population of the universe) and in the MCU, this makes almost sense as her powers were given to her by the Mind Stone which brought Vision to life in the first place, with some interference from Tony Stark (Iron Man). In the first couple of episodes, they bring in Billy and Tommy (Speed and Wiccan) and the twins make themselves grow up pretty quickly.

Other characters that come in and play a part are Monica Rambeau (from the Marvel Comic Book Universe and the movie Captain Marvel, who is also the future Captain Marvel), Darcy Lewis (MCU character last seen hanging out with Thor), and Jimmy Woo (another MCU character, an FBI agent in charge of Scott Lang’s house arrest from Ant-Man and the Wasp).

Let’s also talk about some background about where Disney plans to go in the next 5 years. First of all, they have already acquired rights to do an X-Men series. If you have DisneyPlus (which you do unless you’re pirating this series), you know that the X-Men movies have mostly been added to the Marvel Channel rather quietly and unobtrusively. Also, there are rumors that all three movie Spidermen have signed on to the next Spider-Man movie (Toby McGuire, James Garfield, and Tom Holland). Also also, Disney has made a statement that Deadpool will be in the universe pretty soon. So we know that the endgame for Disney is a combination of all of the Marvel Comic book universe.

Things that I have noticed that are fun about this series: all of the commercials are nerd shout outs. The commercials all have something to do with time, with two being blatantly about clocks or innovation. The commercials for the most part have the same two actors in it (are they SWORD agents?). The first is a Stark toaster, which is weird, but okay, and it is the first time we see color (red, maybe an Iron Man shout out?) used in the series. The second is the Strucker watch, a blatant time reference, and Strucker if you recall from the movies is that dude who was experimenting on Wanda and Pietro when they were in Captain America: The Winter Soldier. In the comic books he’s Wolfgang von Strucker, or Baron Strucker, a former Nazi officer and agent of Hydra, and he never ages, and he shows up to try and do a genocide in the books all the time. The third commercial is about taking a break? HydraSoak bath powder. We all get the willies anytime Hydra is mentioned, so relaxing with Hydra is something we don’t want to do. This is also the first time that I think maybe this isn’t all Wanda? Also, this isn’t time appropriate (and this might be an influence from my real world job, and not some intentional message from Marvel) but mixed-race kids on a commercial in the 70s? That would have never happened. Are things starting to unravel, because this would have been super weird at that time and Marvel has been strict about time appropriateness so far, even so far as including gender roles. The last commercial is Lagos, the paper towel commercial. Paper towels are about cleaning up, right? Because these folks in the commercial spill everything. Also, we see the first incident of gender roles not being respected in WandaVision, because we see a dude wipe up his own spill. Anyway, Lagos is that Nigerian city where Wanda killed a bunch of people, including the King of Wakanda, on accident in Captain America: Civil War.

So in episode 2, SWORD is teased with the little logo on the beekeeper’s outfit at the end of the episode when he comes out of the sewer. The group outside Westview is verified to be SWORD in episode 4. Let’s talk about them a bit. These dudes in the comic books were all about space and going into space and doing space things, but then Thanos does a snappy thing. After the snappy thing (and this series is set 5 years after the Snap) they start doing nanotech and AI. In the comics Maria Rambeau is in charge, and after she dies, dude named Tyler Hayward takes over. Watch Tyler Hayward. I personally do not think he is actually Tyler Hayward, and if someone is acting and looking like someone else, we know which villain has probably just inserted himself into the show (if you’ve been watching the interviews, Tom Hiddleston shows up as a call-in fan of the show and demands to know why he didn’t have a series because he’s been dead a couple of times and Vision is stealing his Schtick). I don’t know that for sure, it could be sloppy writing? Maybe they ran out of character archetypes?

At the end of episode 5, this is when the next five years of the MCU comes into play. Wanda is missing her twin, probably because of her sons, and the doorbell rings. Standing there is Pietro Maximoff. Now the crazy part of this is that he is the wrong Pietro Maximoff (the better one, not the one that has been in the MCU movies, the X-Man Quicksilver). He’s standing there and does the weird Uncle Jesse thing from Full House, (which, if you’re paying attention to the real world, Wanda Maximoff is played by the younger sister of the Olsen twins who played Michelle on Full House in the 80s), but Wanda recognizes that he is the wrong Pietro. Darcy, who is watching the broadcast from outside the Hex, states that Wanda has recast Pietro. But has she? This woman is incredibly powerful, why would she bring back the wrong Pietro? What if she is not in charge? Wanda is really freaked out by this, and that is when I realized I needed to write everything down.

Here are my lingering questions: We have all seen Into The Spiderverse a dozen or so times. Is this how Disney is going to handle the Multi-Verse? Is Pietro the wrong Pietro because of Miles Morales and his rag-tag group of Spidermen? Does this mean that Nicholas Cage is going to be in the MCU? Is Wanda as in charge as we think she is? Can we expect to see Magneto (Wanda’s and Pietro’s dad in the comics) show up to either support his children in the Hex or fight on the side of SWORD? Maybe Professor X will come and get Wanda, Pietro, Timmy, and Billy? Will we finally see if Jean Gray is more powerful than Scarlet Witch (she’s not). Is Hayward a problem of inconsistent writing or is he Loki? Is a multi-verse a way to address Chadwick Bosemen’s death for a proper replacement of Black Panther? Hurry up and watch Episode 6 so we can talk about this stuff!

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[borhapparker]

badge and gun | bau!tom x bau!reader (teaser)

inspired by this ask from @starksparker

( warnings: using the real team, Tom is portaying Reid, Reader is JJ, Harrison is Morgan, violence, blood )

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His hands gripped the gun, slowly turning a corner and keeping it at shoulder level. His vest was strapped onto his chest, earpiece on, as he heard transmission.

“Clear!”

Walking through the hallway, he peered into a room, noticing it empty before moving on.

“Clear!”

Still moving, he saw a light from under a door, slowly grabbing onto the mic attached to his vest. “I’ve got something. Third floor, second hallway to the left.”

“On my way, give me 2 minutes.”

He stopped, pressing his ear to the door, hearing muffled sounds of screaming and crying. Waiting, footsteps approached him as he looked up, noticing his familiar blonde teammate. With a nod, he stood in front of the door, before yelling out, “FBI!” and kicking the door open.

He stood there, holding a knife to your neck. Eyes wide, you made eye contact with both of them, the knife slowly digging little by little into the skin on your neck.

“I had a feeling you two would come.” the man behind you said, as you squirmed, the knife pressed on your neck. “Come to rescue your girl?”

“Put the knife down.”

“Put your gun down and she doesn’t get hurt.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his chief, holding up his gun, slightly nodding his head as he pointed the gun straight at the assailant, “Put the knife down and let her go!”

Startled, he brought the knife away from your neck, before a bullet went through his back, knife up and ready for attack. Another bullet struck him through the chest as he fell, and you sighed in relief.

Your hands were tied over your head, ankles the same as both agents in front of you put their guns away, untying your ankles and wrists. Lack of movement made your knees buckle as soon as your arms were untied, as he managed to catch you, carrying you in his arms outside.

“Hotch!”

The chief turned, as you nodded to the waistband of the assailant’s jeans. “Keys in his right pocket, basement downstairs with at least fifteen girls.”

“Thanks, Y/n. Holland, get her outside.”

You couldn’t walk, as he placed you on a stretcher, the paramedics quickly bringing you inside the ambulance as you slipped in and out of consciousness.

“We need to take her to the hospital, she’s weak and she needs nutrients.”

He nodded, “Holland, Osterfield, go with her. I’ll meet you there.”

Both of them climbed into the ambulance, sitting next to the stretcher as the paramedics drove off. There was a red stain on the corner of your shirt, as one of their eyes trailed to the stain. With furrowed eyes, Harrison held your hand, as Tom inched closer to the stain, before slowly peeling the shirt from your skin.

The wound was big, blood seeping out as he grabbed a cloth from nearby, pressing it onto the wound. Harrison tried keeping your eyes open, as you opened and closed them slowly, your grip on his hands becoming softer.

“Stay awake!” Tom turned to the panel between the driver, “We need to hurry, she has an open bullet wound.”

The driver turned on the sirens, as they speed off closer and closer to the hospital. As soon as they stopped, the doors opened, bringing you out and inside. Tom’s hands were bloody as Harrison watched, standing alongside him in the waiting room.

“Why didn’t we see this earlier?”

“I don’t know. But it’s a good thing you did, or else she would’ve been dead.”

2 Months Later

Your heeled ankle boots clicked as you walked out of the elevator, heading to the double doors. The team was in the conference room, as you walked to your desk, putting your both your purse and go-bag down before heading to the stairs, to the closed conference room. Your hand reaching out, you turned the knob, opening the door as everyone was gathered around the table, a case in front of them.

“Bad timing?”

They turned, smiles on their faces as they took in your appearance. Harrison got up first, arms around your body as he hugged you, his face burying in your neck as you smiled, rubbing his back. Letting you go, everyone on the team approached you, bringing you in for a hug and welcoming you back. Tom was the last one to reach you, as he brought you in for a hug, twirling you around in his arms. Bringing you to your feet, you headed to your “designated” chair and sat down, as Garcia handed you a file.

“Welcome back,” she said, as you opened the file, sighing and looking through the pictures as she re-explained the victims.

“Alright, everyone, wheels up in 20. Y/n, you brought your go-bag?”

“Always.”

Heading to your desk, everyone followed behind, grabbing their own bags as Garcia followed you all to the elevator, before waving as the doors closed.

Harrison turned to you. “How’s the wound?”

“Just a scar, healed a couple weeks ago.”

“Were you cleared?”

“Two days ago. Hotch knew I was coming in.”

The doors opened, as all of you headed to the jet, getting inside and seated, as Hotch was the last one in.

Few minutes later, they were in the air, as you stood up to grab yourself a cup of coffee. It was still early, the clock ticking to eight o’clock, as Tom followed behind you, grabbing himself a cup as well, turning to you with a smile.

“How was your break?”

With a sigh and a small smile, you shrugged your shoulders. “Boring. But I got through it. What about you? How were the cases?”

“Gruesome. We went to New York, California, Indiana, and Maryland.”

“I heard. Tiring?”

“Very.”

As you both returned to your seats, you received a video call from Garcia. Hotch answered, as everyone held the case file between them.

“So, the lead detective is waiting for all of you at the airport. And her parents are waiting in the police station. We also got the results back.”

“Send them over, Garcia.”

“Done.”

Opening the documents, you read through the report. “This makes sense, seeing as the unsub is abducting them from the beach. When was the body found?”

“Almost three hours ago.”

“So the wounds are fresh. Means he only kept her for a little.” Tom said, as everyone only nodded.

“Okay, when we land, Tom go with Y/n and talk to the parents. Harrison and Prentiss, head to the crime scene. I’ll go to the victim’s home with Rossi. Everyone good?”

“Yup.”

“Alright, we land in 20.”

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[darthspideys]

Duty Calls ---- (1)

Mob! Tom x CIA! Reader 

Words: 890 

Summary: Our friendly neighboorhood CIA agent gets set up for her big op 

Prologue / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 

Flash forward a week later. (Y/N) already had a new identity set and ready to go. A new hair color to match and all the documents that came with it. She was tired but duty calls, and in between the briefings, and the briefings, and the hair coloring she fell asleep on a lot of things. Couches, office chairs, floors, she was extremely tired. Not to mention a little stressed out because she was about to go into the hornet's nest.

Tom Holland was at the top of every agency's most wanted list. Not because he couldn't be found but because he couldn't be charged. Like most mobsters, nothing seemed to stick to him not the money laundering not the murderers, which he sometimes even did himself. He was running a multi-million dollar business in a variety of illegal ways, none of which the police or the FBI or the CIA could find him guilty of. Now the CIA wanted (Y/N) to infiltrate his “family” and take it down right from the top, just like she did the mobsters in Russia. Only they knew, and she knew that it wasn’t going to be that easy. Nothing was that easy when Tom Holland was involved.

Name: Amalia Luanne Cross

Birthdate: 09/27/1993

State of Residence: New York

It didn’t take (Y/N) to remember her new identities, it never did. When she was little she had wanted to be an actress, so remembering lines, creating a character came a little bit easier to her than it did to regular agents. Amalia Cross, born in New York, September 27, 1993 to two teachers who loved her but died by the time she was out of college, that’s when she turned to a life of crime, killing was something she became good at and now she is an expert at the sport. Contract Killer. Does it for kicks.

Now all she had to do was remember that story and stick to it like her life depended on it because it did.

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Two days later found (Y/N) being dropped off five blocks away from a predetermined meeting location in an unmarked fan with only a pistol and a small satchel on her person. Inside laid her documents, or Amalia Cross’s, a water bottle, a book and a few other personal things. She was about to go into the hornet's nest and the CIA had made her just as prepared as they could, which naturally wasn’t going to be close to enough.

She walked for five blocks and stopped at a public park, where two men in plain clothes stood by a tree. (Y/N) deduced that must be her ride, and walked over to the men cautiously, running over the details of her identity and her op as she went. Once she was a seeable amount of feet away they gestured for her to follow and finally all three of them met in a dark alley. Suddenly one fo the men came up behind her and grabbed her arm, almost injecting something into it.

(Y/N) quickly twisted arm and turned around so he was staring her in the face, one hand still on her gun. She smiled, “Contract killer remember? Don’t try anything funny on me.”

The man looked at the other man, still down father in the alley, clearly confused The second man walked closer, “I’m sure you’ll understand Ms. Cross, this is just procedure, the boss is very-”

“And that’s where I have to stop you. See your boss wants some things from me, and so I require at the least bit respect, tell him that I’ll keep his little secret I’m not five.” She smiled ar both of them.

The taller one, who didn’t have his hand on (Y/N), nodded and the other one let her go. “Alrighty then Ms.Cross, can’t say the boss is gonna be happy with this but, it's your funeral.”

“Literally.”

“Literally.” He repeated as he lead her to yet another unmarked van with tinted windows and what she suspected was an illegal license plate.

The three of them stepped inside, and the door was closed. Soon enough the van was in motion and the van fell silent. “So, how long is this going to be?”

“Not long.”

“How long have you been working for him?”

“Very long.”

“This is how you're going to answer all my questions, huh?”

“Yup.”

(Y/N) smiled, and sat quietly for the rest of the ride, until they reached what looked like a warehouse on the edge of town. No lights were on, no people were going in or out the whole place looked empty. But something told (Y/N) that once she got inside it wouldn't look as empty.

Turns out, she was right. She walked in flanked by the two men, into what could’ve passed as any major companies head of operations. There were people walking around, typing on computers moving files, it looked less like a mob operation and more like a steady job with a 401(k) and health benefits. (Y/N) was lead up the stairs to another large set of doors. The tall man opened them and lead her inside.

Sitting across the room at a desk was Tom Holland himself.

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[peterspideyy]

chapter 10 - partners in crime

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“they won’t, because i’ll tell them not to.” the figure replied, before they stepped into the light. yours and toms breath hitched. your eyes went wide, as you couldn’t believe who it was. who the mole was. you would of never of guessed it was him.

“carson?”

“10 minutes.” you heard harrison say, through the earpiece.

“hello, guys.” he smiled wickedly, inhaling a cigarette.

you shook your head, unable to process what was happening, ��i-i don’t get it. why you? why would you betray the fbi like that?”

he laughed, blowing out smoke, “i never betrayed the fbi. the fbi betrayed me.”

“what do you mean?” tom asked.

he looked at keith for a second, before turning back to you. well, he was mainly looking at tom.

“they failed to do the one thing, they’re good at! find people.” he shouted. you furrowed your brows. who does he mean?

“what?” tom asked.

“so, me working with the dragons, will make the fbi loose the one thing they care about.”

“you’re helping the dragons get away?” you asked, already knowing the answer.

he nodded, making you laugh. how could he do this?

“why?” tom asked.

“carson, not yet.” kieth warned, making you and tom more confused than ever. what were they hiding?

“no john. they have to know.”

john? as in keith is actually called john? you’re sure you’ve heard that name before, but you don’t know where. you rattled through your brain, trying to remember who has said that before. looking at tom, your eyes went wide as you instantly knew who said his name. you did. it couldn’t be though, could it? there’s more than one john in new york. there has to be. but, when you saw tom’s face fall, you knew he thought of...

“dad?”

“well, today is the day he, you know, went missing.” he gulped, as sorrow swallowed him.

“oh my god, tom. i-i didn’t realise, i’m sorry.”

“no. it’s okay, i never told you to exact date. i wanted to go out though, to try and take my mind off it, you know. but, i just can’t help it you know. when he went missing, we looked for months and found nothing. people say he’s dead, but i just have a feeling that he isn’t.”

you placed your hand on top of his, “tom, if john was here i don’t think he would want you beating yourself up on what you could of done to find him, okay? he would want you to live your life.”

“y/n,” tom whispered, “i have a feeling that he’s in new york.”

keith, well john, looked up to meet tom’s gaze, smiling sheepishly at him. it made sense now. keith always had a soft spot for him, well except for shooting him, but he’s a criminal. what does he expect?

“w-what? i don’t understand.”

john sat opposite you both, “hey, tom.”

“no,” tom began, “i don’t believe it. my dad is dead. he’s been dead for years. why did you shoot me, huh? my dad wouldn’t shoot me! why was i put on this fucking case! for what, to find out my dad is actually a world class fucking criminal?!”

“you were put on the case, to come with us. we can start over, tom. have the life you wanted as a child. we can be rich. very rich. you can bring y/n. please, come with us. i shot you, for your own good.”

“own good? he could bleed to death!” you screeched, gesturing to the amount of blood.

“you’ll understand eventually.” he replied.

tom shook his head, “i’m not going anywhere with you! how do i even know your my dad! your lying. your clearly lying!”

“your favourite colour is blue.”

“5 minutes.” harrison spoke.

tom scoffed, “and thats suppose to make me believe you then? anyone can find that out.”

“your favourite colour is blue, because when you where younger we went on a fishing trip, and the first fish you caught was a blue mackerel, and you were so happy, you decided then and there that was your favourite colour.”

you looked at tom. you knew his favourite colour was blue, but you never knew that was the reason. you could tell, he didn’t want to believe that this was his dad. you could see how he couldn’t accept it, as much as he wanted too.

“why did you turn to crime then?”

“because i lost faith in my country. i was kidnapped. for five years, i was with a chinese gang. and everyday i hoped, prayed, the government, the people i trust, would find me. but they never. they gave up in the first year. i was so angry, so hurt, at them, i made them suffer.”

“that makes no sense. you can’t kill, because people didn’t find you. i still look for you! i always have been looking for you!” tom screamed, angry tears falling down his face.

“so, you helped him because you lost faith in the country too?” you asked, turning to carson, who simply nodded.

“he’s my best friend. and they just stopped.” he added.

“1 minute.” harrison spoke.

“tom, listen to me. i know you’re angry, but please come with us. start a new life. with us. with me.” john spoke, pulling you away from carson.

“no. i have my life right here,” he gritted, taking your hand in his, holding it up to him, “you’ve had all my life, to tell me this. i’m not running away from the law.”

“bad choice, son. bad choice.” he tutted, pulling his gun out and aiming in at his head.

“30 seconds.”

“you wouldn’t kill me.” tom smiled sadly, shaking his head as his starred at his fathers eyes.

“tom, darling, shut up.” you panicked, while carson held you back. you were so scared, that if tom says the wrong thing, he’ll pull the trigger. you couldn’t let that happen.

“you had a chance to kill me minutes ago, and you never. you wouldn’t do it.” he carried on.

“i will.” he replied, moving his finger to the trigger. carson placed his hand over your mouth, to muffle your sobs and shouts.

“20 seconds.”

“this isn’t right. i know you. i know you don’t like killing people. i know you want revenge. but, stop. please.”

“no, tom! you don’t get it!” john screamed.

“i do! i do get it. god, i hated when they stopped looking. stopped caring. but, please, just do time. you need to do time, for what you did.”

“10 seconds.”

“listen to him,” you begged, “please, this isn’t right. you need to repay for what you did.”

“no,” john mumbled, “i can’t. i-i need to go.”

he put his gun away, before running to the nearest window, opening it before climbing out to the ledge.

“5 seconds.”

“no. you can’t run. they’ll find you.”

“they didn’t find me, the time i needed them too.” he added, looking down.

before he could jump, and be free, the door bursted open as you and tom fell to your knees as guns started to fire in all different directions. it was as time slowed down, as you watched the dragons being shot one by one in the leg, falling to the ground in pain before they were handcuffed. john fell back into the room, clearly shot by a sniper in the leg as well, before he was handcuffed too.

“you alright down there?” harrison asked, looking at you both behind the couch, curled up in each other’s arms. you both nodded, unable to speak while he helped you both up to your feet.

the three of you watched as all the men got taken away, including carson. you followed them outside, with tom’s arms wrapped around yours and harrisons necks, to where numerous of police cars were waiting.

flashes of blue was seen as sirens filled your ears, as you watched agents and officers, push the men’s heads into the cars, closing the doors after them, and signalling the car to drive away.

tom looked at his dad, smiling slightly, as he watched him get into the car, before driving away.

“he did the right thing tom.” you smiled, while he nodded, before you took him to the ambulance so he could get properly stitched up.

“y/n!” harrison called. you looked at tom, who nodded, silently saying how it was okay for you to go. running over to him, your eyes went wide as you shook hands with the president richards.

“sir, are you okay?”

“i am thanks to you. and tom. you both did extremely well tonight. i couldn’t thank you enough.” he smiled at you, kindly. you laughed, saying thank you, before he walked away, with his security surrounding him.

“good job y/n.” harrison spoke, bringing you away from looking at the president.

“thanks harrison. for everything.” you beamed, hugging him. you pulled away, when you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning around. a gasp left your lips, as tears started to well up in your eyes, as you saw tom grinning up at you, on one knee.

he pulled out a velvet box, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’ve ever seen, filled with diamonds, that sparkled perfectly off the blue flashing lights.

“y/n l/n,” he started, taking your hands in his, ignoring the pain in his arm, “i’ve been wanting to do this, forever. when you left me, i was down on one knee. like now. but, i don’t blame you for leaving. i never will. i would if i was in that suituation. when carson put me on the same case as you, at the start of the month, i never would think i would be doing this. this case. working with you, has made me realise how much i miss you. how much i love you. and i’m sorry it’s took me ages to realise this. as well as being the most gorgeous, and badass person i’ve ever met, you also have the most kindest soul. i always thought this job was everything in my life, but you are. you. i love you. your my partner in crime, so i’m asking if you would do the honour, of being my partner in life?”

you sobbed as you took in all of tom’s heartwarming words. god, the things this boy does to you.

“yes. a million time’s yes!” you shouted happily, while tom breathed out, letting a tear fall. removing the device from your finger, and throwing it behind him making you giggle, he put the engagement ring on your finger. you admired the details, before tom picked you up suddenly turning you around as you both laughed loudly. he placed you down gently, as you both starred into each other’s eyes.

“i love you too.” you replied, making tom swoon in adoration towards you.

“i guess i can kiss you now, then?” he chuckled, glancing down at your lips, before looking back into your eyes.

“i guess so.”

his lips landed on yours in an instant, as your eyes fluttered closed. placing your hands on either side of his face, while his where on your waist pulling you closer, you deepened the kiss, enjoying the warmth. the world around you, off sirens and police cars, slowly disappeared. you could finally be with tom. and you couldn’t be happier.

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5 years later

“what are you all doing in here then?” tom laughed from the doorway, before sitting down on the couch.

“we found this box, and we decided to go through it!”

“peter! you weren’t supposed to tell, daddy!”

“oh. sorry, katie.” he smiled awkwardly.

“it’s okay, honestly. find anything?” tom asked.

“it’s all photos of us as kids. well, she still is a kid.” peter laughed, as katie pouted.

“i’m not a kid. i’m 6. your a kid.” she frowned.

“katie, i’m 10. you’re more of a kid than me.”

“alright guys.” tom giggled trying to calm his children, as he looked through photos as well.

“oh, that’s not us, is it?” peter asked, showing tom a photo of him and you. he smiled, wiping dust off it before admiring every detail. it was taken on your wedding day while you were having your first dance. it was a magical moment, which tom will never forget.

“it’s of me and your mum, on our wedding day,” he smiled, placing it back in the pile, “and this is from our honeymoon. we went to kingston, would you believe?”

“kingston? what’s so special of that?”

“it’s our other name.” he teased, remembering when you went undercover with that as a last name.

the children looked at each other, confused, as they kept on looking through photos of there mum and dad.

“this was when we found out we were having you, pete.” tom smiled, showing him a photo, of a much younger couple, smiling widely while holding a pregnancy stick in the air.

“what about this?”

tom looked away, still smiling as he remembered that day. he remembered how happy he was. but, his smile faltered, once he saw what his son was holding up.

“erm,” he croaked, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, “that’s the day before we broke up. years ago it was, but i still remember that day.”

you were both at a party, smiling, but it wasn’t as wide as the other photos. you were happy. but not that happy as you could be.

“what’s happening here then?” you asked, standing in the doorway, admiring your husband and children, getting along so well. you always felt happy, when you saw tom interact with them both.

“daddy is telling us when you broke up!” katie smiled, while you laughed awkwardly.

“that’s not what i meant katie,” he looked at you, “it’s not what i meant, darling. they asked and-“

“it’s okay.” you interrupted, still laughing at how happy she sounded. you sat behind tom, stroking the hair on the back of his neck, as you all went through hundreds of photos, reliving memories and memories.

“wait, you were agents?” peter asked, holding up a photo of you and tom, in your fbi gear, holding up a certificate from when you catched the dragons togther. those were the days. you both glanced at each other, before nodding at him, making him shout in excitement.

“were you partners?” he asked, genuinely intrigued.

“yep.” you replied.

“we are each other’s partners in crime and life. what more could a man want?” he smiled up at you, while you leaned down to kiss his lips softly, only the sounds of your kids gagging and pretending to throw up, being the only thing you heard.

guess going undercover with your ex all those years ago despite hating each other to start off with, does have it’s perks.

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a/n- and that’s it! thank you all so much for being on this journey with me! i hope this is the ending you hoped for :) i might do an epilogue, but for now, thanks for reading, it means so much!

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[morningmoonlight]

A Serial Addict Tom (Holland, Hiddleston or whichever you wish) x Reader In this series, an assassin is dating (which ever Tom you like) and has screwed up a mission, leading to their boss wanted them assassinated. On the run and leaving a trail of murder in her path.

// CHAPTER 1 //

A 45 caliber shot out of the back of the man’s head. Y/N L/N had no idea who the man was, but the thought of taking someone’s life was incredibly exciting to her. The silencer on the gun muffled the sound of the bullet, but the raging streets of New York alone would’ve done the same. The alleyway she was in, along with the victim she had just executed, was not a target of sunlight, and remained pretty dark. No passer- byers would be drawn to the lifeless body strewn across the concrete, with blood spilling from his head. Y/N had done this many times before. She knew how to conduct murder without being forensically traced or spotted. She was a free willed assassin and knew what she was doing. She strutted down the alley and out onto the streets of New York, looking left, then right, then left again, picking the best time to join the crowd. She began to walk left, then quickly dodged to the right and made her way up the street. She kept her gun safely hidden in her left pocket and jumped at the feeling of the rock wrapped firmly around her left index finger. She had almost forgotten about her husband, and how he could never find out that she murdered people for her own leisure and recreation. Soon enough she had reached her apartment. From the outside, it looked a ratty, cheap, and a half burned down forest of a block, but on the inside, it was a haven away from the bustle of the city, and where she would live with her husband and hopefully draw away from the assassin life she had created for herself. She swiped a key card on a scanner and gained entrance to the building. She walked up five flights of stairs and turned left to follow a corridor to her apartment. She stood at the door. 5C. She nodded as she repeated the number and letter stamped prominently on the door. She could walk away, leave her husband in a safe place where no one knew he existed, before inevitably the cops found out what she did in her spare time, killing innocent civilians, and take her husband away. Just to get to her. But this was her home, and the man she loved would be waiting for her, just on the other side of that door. Tom had obviously seen her shadow under the door, or saw her silhouette pacing through the tinted glass plastered in the top half of the door. He walked up to the marble entrance and turned the handle, opening the door. He sighed at his wife’s appearance. Her usually neatly flowing blonde hair was knotted and strands of hair were messily stuck to her face from sweat. Her normally confident posture was slouching and weak. Her face was pale and she looked tired and stressed. He reached an arm out and placed his hand on Y/N once she had turned around to face him. She dropped her head in embarrassment as tears began falling from her big Y/E/C eyes. He hated seeing his love like this. It broke him. And it broke Stephanie for Tom to see her like this. He wrapped his arms around her torso and pulled her in for a tight hug. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the side of her head against his chest, listening to his heart beating and feeling his warm breath on her neck. Tom was notably taller than Y/N, and that’s what made his hugs feel so safe. She lived for these moments. So did he. They had been married for four years and it had been weeks since they had seen each other. Y/N was off on a mission, assassinating a banker or something like that. Her boss never told her anything about who she would be killing, and she never really cared for the backstory. Tom thought that Y/N was just a forensic scientist. She was, though. She had a Bachelor of Forensic Science and worked for the FBI. That was how the whole assassin thing started out. She went to University and got her degree, and got her job. After 6 years of working there, she began to realise that she could commit murder without being forensically traced. She had the skill after training with the FBI, she knew that she needed to always wear gloves and burn anything that could be traced back to her. She was away of the production of chemicals that could be traced back to her and DNA, and she knew how to make things untraceable. It started off as a one-time thing. But she got addicted. When Tom and Y/N met, he was working in a bakery in Manhattan. She went to pick up a bagel and the rest is history. He got an acting job when an agent walked in to the bakery. His cheekbones, hazel eyes and gorgeous curly brown hair were captivating, and apparently perfect for the part. An actor and an assassin. That would work out well. Tom looked down as he felt Y/N hold him tighter. Something was clearly wrong. He knew from staring down at his beloved that she was not just a forensic scientist, and that something had obviously happened to her to make her like this. He cupped her face with his right hand and stoked her cheek with his thumb, Y/N practically melting into his touch. She looked up into Tom’s eyes; hers glassy and red, while his were gaining a similar look. Tom sighed and bit his lip, chewing on it as he pondered in thought. “Love,” he looked down at his wife’s stance, weak and withering. She looked as though she was about to collapse onto him. “Honey, what happened out there?” He held onto her tighter as her body began to shake. “Y/N, let’s get you inside, you’re freezing.” As they began to walk inside, Y/N grabbed onto Tom’s hand and spun him around. “No Tom, I- we can’t. They- I-“ He held her face again and pressed their foreheads together. “Y/N, just tell me-“ “They’re watching us.” “What? I don’t-“ “My boss. He’s watching us from across the street he’s got a sniper and-“ She paused and wiped her brow with anxiety. “I don’t do what you think I do. I mean, I do, but I do something else as well and if I tell you they might- It’s better if you don’t know even though I really want to tell you I just-“ “Hey. Slow down, you’re going to suffocate yourself.” “Tom, we have to get out of here, now.” At those words, a hand grenade smashed through their apartment window and within a split second, everything exploded. The furniture set on fire and the explosion sent Tom and Y/N flying through the side of the apartment. The plaster walls broke and they landed in their neighbour’s kitchen. CHAPTER 2 COMING SOON

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[thaddeusmike]

Just saw Spiderman:Homecoming last night, thoughts with spoilers below the cut

I think this movie was less than the sum of its parts.

Before I elaborate on that, let me digress. Happy was the worst thing to happen to the Marvel movies. Even if we start at Hulk instead of Iron Man. They kind of tried to make him a real character in Iron Man 3, but they undid all of that in Spiderman. The fact that Happy continues to have responsibilities is the strongest argument for Vulture’s cynicism.

Anyway, back to that first point. The movie did a lot of things very well, but they didn’t all fit together. Some of the dissonance was necessary.Dealing with the whole hero/secret identity dual life thing means dissonance. I just think there was too much

I think this was the wrong Marvel movie for a lot of what it did. It was the wrong Marvel movie for Vulture, which sucks because he was a good villain who could have been great. But he’s a counterpoint to Tony, and I don’t feel that Spiderman really did that justice. It was there, but not as well as it could have been. Also Vulture killing the dude felt weird. It felt really ham-fisted. But it was necessary. Without that scene, I’m pretty sure I’m rooting for him over Tony. Definitely rooting for him over evil bureaucracy and Happy.

The movie was a bit too gritty. Which is a very un-Marvel thing and is part of why I thought the tonal dissonance was too much.

The grit also made me feel the plot holes a lot harder. When Cap and Tony don’t call in backup in their solo movies, that’s just a conceit of the genre. When Peter very clearly can and Happy just doesn’t give a shit, that makes Happy negligent. When the department of evil bureaucracy takes the alien salvage (with guns. I thought those were bureaucrats at first, nope) it opens up real questions. Tony’s narcissism is a lot more of a problem when it endangers lives. Sure, he tipped off the FBI and was close at hand, but Vulture was on that ferry. Tony not telling Peter he tipped the FBI is totally a thing Tony would overlook, but without Peter those FBI agents are dead (and maybe the people on the boat). And all the damage caused by that plane crash is on Happy, and on Tony for letting an imbecile be in charge of security of the very dangerous objects of the same sort as the other dangerous objects that are (have been for 8 years!) getting stolen. It just felt like things were gritty when they needed to be and weren’t when it was inconvenient. And the grittiness mainly came out to Spiderman being a dunce. And I thought the less gritty parts tended to be better. A gritty superhero movie could be good, Marvel Netflix has made it work damn well in that format, but this didn’t carry that tone through, and was the wrong movie to carry that tone.

Why was a new department formed to cleanup the alien stuff? Why wasn’t that SHIELD? I mean, other than the retroactive narrative justification that SHIELD getting all that stuff would have been bad and Team Vulture would have been heroes for keeping superweapons out of the hands of HYDRA. What was the in-universe justification? Parallels to the DHS and 9/11?

The high schoolers were, on average, more mature than the adults. May was the only responsible adult in the entire film. Maybe the quiz team coach?

Okay, on to the good things. I already said the Vulture, but I’m going to say it again. Also team Vulture’s tech was really cool. Arms dealer with super tech, remind me where I’ve heard that before?

Wait, maybe that’s the reason no one did anything. No one wanted to risk pissing Tony off with the inevitable comparisons.

Ned. Ned was great. Ned was the most trustworthy person in the film

Michelle. Michelle was hilarious. She’s clearly being set up for more, which could be interesting.

Liz. Liz was good. It’s like all of the “being a reasonable person” that everyone else was missing was shunted off to her. Even-keeled, had people skills. Again, things that most of the other major characters really weren’t. Only question is when will she realize that Peter is Spidey. She has all the tools. She has three angles to work it from (she likes Spidey, why was peter such a flake, what was up with her dad). She literally watched her dad figure it out. I mean, anyone on the quiz team should at least suspect (why was a local superhero in DC that weekend? One who Peter knows. Peter who everyone knows works with Iron Man. and Peter wasn’t around when he saved the day). Actually, anyone who payed attention to those school news videos should know too, but that might not be anyone.

May was great mom. Didn’t get enough time to show it, but did good in her chances.

Tom Holland was good. I’m not sure it’s fair to compare him to Tobey Maguire, but it’s hard not to.

The high-school stuff was surprisingly well-done. I expected to hate it and I didn’t. Peter’s social troubles were there but not overdone, which was nice.

The whole homecoming thing was great. I expected more of a straightforward gag when he rang the doorbell, rather than The Reveal. The car ride where Toomes figures out that Peter is Spiderman was great.

"Karen” telling Peter to kiss Liz was great.

I feel like there was some real-world significance to Pepper showing up. Something about contracts and whatnot.

I’m not sure how I feel about the ending. It makes sense, but it felt off when I watched it. I think it’s because too many of Peter’s struggles were actually unrelated to his immaturity. If they’d done a better job of connecting those things, I think the ending would have felt better.

This comes off as super negative. It wasn’t that bad. It felt more ambitious than Guardians 2 or Dr Strange, and it failed to hit the mark that I think it set for itself. I wonder how much of that was influenced by the whole buyout, and how much was influenced by the inevitability of the comparisons to the Maguire movies. It was the worst Marvel movie in a long time, and it really suffers from coming on the heels of the best offerings from other studios (I haven’t seen all the DC movies, but I feel confident saying WW was the best, and I think I have seen all of the X-Men movies, of which Logan was the best). It wasn’t entirely a waste of a movie ticket, but it wasn’t must-see.

#Spiderman #spiderman: homecoming #Thad reviews

[jaydofmo]

Comic Book TV season opening reviews

Had a good summer? I didn't. I mean, I still had to work and all. Summers mean less post-30. Except for OzCon. That was awesome. I'm not going to be doing these blogs weekly like last year. Instead, I'll write reviews when I wish. Most likely if there's anything I want to say in the midseason finale. I'll certainly be reviewing more than one episode of The Flash this year over at my new blog, Dibny Diaries. The Defenders - The culmination of the Netflix and Marvel shows sees Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Matt Murdock and Danny Rand unite to defend New York City from the machinations of The Hand. The eight-episode format nearly makes this one of the better Netflix and Marvel shows, except for the sheer number of characters included. Not only do we have the four main characters, but their supporting casts also showing up and getting involved, and while this is done well, it can be a bit much on first time viewing. The plot is not the same high-stakes adventure that we saw in The Avengers, the first live action Marvel team up property. A good reason for this is right in the titles: The Defenders. Defense is preventative, while avenging means something bad has already happened. When viewed that way, the series is more satisfying. DuckTales - Disney XD revives the classic 80s show for the 21st century with a new voice cast (except for Donald Duck, who is still voiced by Tony Anselmo), a new look, and a brand new continuity. The original DuckTales was inspired by the comic book stories of Carl Barks, and while the new version is still proud of the original series, it takes a lot of inspiration from the Barks comics. The double-length season/series opener features Donald Duck leaving his nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie with his Uncle Scrooge McDuck while he has a job interview. Meeting Webby Vanderquack—granddaughter of Mrs. Beakley, Scrooge's housekeeper—the boys get into trouble with Scrooge's treasures, which Scrooge helps them set right, reawakening his sense of adventure. After an adventure in Atlantis, Scrooge invites Donald and the boys to move in with him. The new series so far has introduced many elements of DuckTales lore around fun and exciting plots that are written so well that adults without kids should enjoy it as well. As of the fifth episode aired, we have Flintheart Glomgold, the Number One Dime, the Beagle Boys, Gyro Gearloose and his helper robot, and Magica DeSpell. New to the series is a running plot addressing what happened to the mother of Huey, Dewey and Louie, Della Duck. Fans of fun adventure of all ages should find quite a bit to like about this new DuckTales, so I recommend it. Inhumans - Marvel's third show for ABC was a collaboration between them and IMAX theaters, who ran an edited down version of the first two episodes in theaters for a couple weeks in early September. Now the first five episodes have finished airing. Running into a coup on the moon by his brother Maximus, Black Bolt and the other members of the royal family are forced to flee the city of Atillan to Hawaii, where they must reunite before returning to take back the throne from Maximus. The royal Inhumans can be compelling characters, but their in-character snobbery can make them off-putting. In the comics, the royal family was introduced in the pages of Fantastic Four, allowing a familiar and likeable team to be the conduit to meeting these characters. Inhumans doesn't have this luxury, with the Agents of SHIELD no longer on Earth and no other teams at the TV department's disposal. The series attempts to find ways to make them appealing, but considering this show is only going to have eight episodes and we've finished three and have only five left, this might be asking a lot from the audience to stick with it. Inhumans was originally announced to be a film before it was quietly pushed back indefinitely. This series was announced, and the television budget, despite being high thanks to funding from IMAX, begins to show, particularly on Atillan. Nowhere does it feel majestic or imposing. Lockjaw, the giant telepathic teleporting bulldog looks great, but the budget means we only get a few scenes with him. Inhumans seems doomed to get only one season at the moment. Aside from Lockjaw, there's not a lot that I'm excited about for it. The "give it a few episodes" advice doesn't help when we're looking at a small number of episodes. If you wanted the royal Inhumans in live action, check it out. Otherwise, take it as you will. The Gifted - The Strucker family discovers that their children are mutants. In a world where the X-Men and the Brotherhood of Mutants have vanished, the only chance they have is to join with a desperate band of on the run mutants. The pilot sets up a lot and while fine, doesn't quite have enough time to make us totally get into the multiple protagonists. Thankfully, the second and third episodes gives us more of an idea where the showis going and gives us a much better idea of this world. Perhaps this isn't going to be quite as well crafted as Legion, but this seems to be a worthy X-Men TV series so far. Gotham - This season finds young Bruce Wayne beginning to master the double life of playboy socialite and vigilante he will become famous for in his years as Batman as the villains continue to rise. Gotham finally feels on track as "the Batman show without Batman" finally has Batman. Lucifer - Discovering that his wings have come back, Lucifer tries to remove them permanently while continuing to assist (loosely) with detective Chloe Decker's investigations. Tom Welling joins the cast as Lieutenant Marcus Pierce, who seems to be hiding a few things. Supergirl - While Kara misses Mon-El, life continues in National City, for her, Lena Luthor who has bought Cat Co., and Alex and Maggie who are getting married. Reports are that this season will introduce this generation of superhero TV's Legion of Super-Heroes. The Flash - Cisco manages to break Barry out of the Speed Force, revealing him to now be faster than ever before. Caitlin—hiding her Killer Frost identity—rejoins Team Flash as Cisco and Gypsy work on their relationship, as do Barry and Iris as they prepare to get married. Meanwhile, a new villain—the Thinker—watches the pieces of his plot come into place. Legends of Tomorrow - Finding various anomalies through time, the Legends have the Waverider taken from them by Rip Hunter's new time correction force. After getting it back from him, they convince him that they can help him correct anomalies through time. Meanwhile, a mysterious threat rises. Arrow - With Thea in a coma and Oliver now having to care for his son, things take a turn as a photo revealing Oliver as the Green Arrow is exposed to public, putting him under the eye of the FBI. Riverdale - As Archie's dad recovers from being shot at Pop's, the killer begins to target other people in Archie's life. That's what we've been able to tell from the shows so far. Frankly, I'm enjoying this season. Even Inhumans, though I'd say it's quite the weakest show. Here's some quick reviews of comic book movies that came out since the last blog. Wonder Woman - The first truly impressive DCEU movie features the story of Wonder Woman as depicted by Gal Gadot as Steve Trevor (Chris Pine) arrives on the island of Themyscira and tells the Amazons about World War I. Diana returns with him to find and defeat Ares, the God of War. Wonder Woman finally gives the DCEU an inspirational hero. Henry Cavill's Superman and Ben Affleck's Batman are promising, but their outings so far have rendered them as flawed without really having a victory without a major downside. In Man of Steel, while saving the world, about half of Metropolis is destroyed. In Batman v Superman, Batman makes the wrong judgement call and Superman is killed. Diana sets out to destroy Ares and even though she makes mistakes, she learns and emerges victorious. And it's done with a very good pace and amazing visuals. And furthermore, the message the movie makes is pretty welcome. Spider-Man: Homecoming - The first MCU Spider-Man solo film embraces the high school setting of Peter Parker's (Tom Holland) early years in his career as Spider-Man, being secretly assisted/monitored by Tony Stark (Robert Downey Jr.) and Happy Hogan (Jon Favreau). Peter comes across the weapons-running gang of the Vulture (Michael Keaton). Tony and Happy tell him to let someone else handle it, but Peter wants to prove himself. Just he needs to do that and balance his school life, especially if he wants to impress Liz (Laura Harrier). Homecoming is a lot of fun, but also uses some good intrigue to the proceedings with a worthy plot twist. The film clearly links to the larger MCU, but manages to create a world specifically for Spider-Man to exist in on the streets and neighborhoods of Queens. Giving Spider-Man a benefactor and a confidant (who is not a romantic interest) gives us something new that we haven't seen in any of the five previous Spider-Man films from the past twenty years. For once, Spider-Man feels like a young kid. He screws up, but he gets up and tries again. That's really what the character is about and Homecoming nails it. Batman and Harley Quinn - One of this year's DC animated movies finds Batman (Kevin Conroy) and Nightwing (Loren Lester) teaming up with a reformed Harley Quinn (Melissa Rauch) to foil the plots of Poison Ivy (Padget Brewster) and the Floronic Man (Kevin Michael Richardson). It goes for a bit more of a comedic take on Batman mythos while not betraying the characterizations. Some of the humor is a bit more raunchy, including a scene where Nightwing and Harley have sex. Overall, I had fun, but some fans have expressed displeasure. Batman vs. Two-Face - The follow up to The Return of the Caped Crusaders finds Harvey Dent (William Shatner) entering the world of the Batman 1966 TV show. After an attempt to drain Gotham's worst of their evil goes awry, Harvey is transformed into the villainous Two-Face, with Batman (Adam West) and Robin (Burt Ward) going after him. Both Julie Newmar and Lee Meriweather do voice work for the movie as well. Although still campy, the film feels a bit more serious than the old TV show, but it's all right as the audience for the show has changed and is more open to it. It has a good story, fairly good animation (it's still direct to video), and a spectacular voice cast. http://dlvr.it/Pwxkyj

[peterspideyy]

chapter 9 - partners in crime

series masterlist

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“understand the plan?” harrison asked, to both of you.

“yep.” you replied, popping to ‘p’, before placing the earpiece in your left ear, while tom did the same. harrison spoke ‘testing’ into the microphone connected to your earpiece, while you and tom gave a thumbs up to him, signalling how you can hear him.

“right, press this button,” harrison spoke, pointing at a black button on the ring-shaped device, “before the signals go off, and you should be able to hear us still.”

“should?” you shouted, looking at tom.

“you will, you will, don’t worry.” he replied, looking at the camera. you were all in a run down van (curtesy of the fbi of course), outside the ceremony’s entrance, where the whole team was listening and watching the dragons every move. as well as yours and tom’s. after harrison handed you the device, you slipped it on your finger, while tom rubbed your back. you don’t know why, but you always get nervous before a big mission. even though, you’ve been doing this for a long time, you still can’t help the butterflies form in the bottom of your stomach.

“it’s go time, ladies and gentlemen.” harrison spoke, with a slight accent making you and tom roll your eyes, before you both jumped down, tom helping you out.

“shall we go, mrs kingston.” he laughed, linking arms with you.

“we shall, mr kingston.” you replied, giggling slightly, as you walked up the steps towards the enterance.

after giving the security guard your ticket, you walked in, still linked with tom, to take in the spectacular room infront of you. the chandelier above you, glistened in the light, causing it to reflect of the marbel walls surrounding you, creating freckles of rainbow in various places. the music was low and calming, with the laughter and clinking of glasses being the only thing you could hear. you saw some agents already in the hall, who all put there wrist to there mouth to signal that you were both inside. you saw tom reach over, and collect you both champagne.

“to new beginnings.” he smiled, clinking his glass with yours.

“new beginnings.” you replied with the same action, before you both sipped the drink.

“what does that mean?” you heard harrison speak through the earpiece, making you and tom chuckle slightly, as he ruined your moment.

“come on let’s dance, yeah?” tom whispered, making you nod, as he gently took you over to where a group of people were already dancing with their significant other. you placed your hands on tom’s shoulders, while his where on your waist, before you moved your feet in the beat of the music. placing your head in tom’s neck, you breathed in heavily, allowing tom’s aftershave to calm you down.

“you look gorgeous, you know?” you felt him whisper, making you smile against his suit. you did feel gorgeous, which was a first as your not really one to get dressed up. the silk burgundy dress fit your curves, perfectly. it wasn’t revealing, but very flattering. you traced tom’s tie, which was burgundy, smiling widely at him.

“you don’t look too bad yourself.” you giggled, looking at him in his suit, which made him look even more handsome if that was possible.

tom laughed, allowing his head to fall back, before meeting your gaze again. you both got lost in each other’s eyes, and before you could even do anything, tom’s lips where against yours for a quick peck. you blushed at the action, desperately wanting his lips on yours for longer, but harrison’s gagging through the comms cut you off. again.

“save it for the honeymoon guys.”

you felt tom tense at his words, making you frown in confusion, but brushed it off.

minutes passed, and you and tom danced, while waiting for the dragons signal.

“tom,” you mumbled, making him hum, “somethings wrong.”

tom lifted his head up from your neck, “what do you mean, darling?”

“they should of signalled us by now.” you spoke, pointing up to the first floor where one of keith’s men should be. but it was empty.

“harrison,” tom whispered, while he said yes through the comms, “do you know where they are?”

“they’re there, tom.”

“well, they aren’t. so where the fuck are they?” tom whisper shouted, while you placed a hand on his bicep, trying to calm him down.

“says how they’re all outside the presidents room.”

“that’s not part of the plan.” you mumbled, while tom nodded.

“right where going up. press the ring, y/n.” tom spoke, while you did so, before you both went upstairs to the presidents room. arriving in a couple of minutes, you both got your guns out, while you pressed your ear against the door, to hear anything. closing your eyes, you tried to listen, but when you couldn’t, you signalled to tom how you’ll go in on a count of three.

“1.” you whispered.

“2.” tom replied.

“3.” you both spoke, before slamming the door open, to be met with an empty room.

“there’s no one here.” you breathed out, putting your gun away. turning to tom, he nodded before looking at you or more behind you. suddenly, his eyes went wide.

“y/n!”

before you could reply, you where knocked out by an object hitting the back of your head, with the last thing you saw was tom lying by you, unconscious as well.

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you woke up. not completely though. it was still dark. opening your eyes, you winced at the sudden brightness, before closing them again. memories flooding back from what happened, flashed through your mind. you remember going into the presidents room. you remember being knocked out. you remember...tom. you shot your eyes open.

you were in a room, with the dragons surrounding you, while keith held a gun to your head, with his finger on the trigger. you tried to get away, but failed as you felt restrictions to your body. looking down, you saw how you were tied to a chair, via your wrists and ankles. glancing up at the gun, you tried to speak but filed again, as your words came out muffled, behind the masking tape.

“nice for you to finally wake up, y/n.” keith whispered, making you eyes go wide as he spoke your real name.

you tried to reply, but remembered you couldn’t, before he ripped off the tape, making you wince at the sudden sting. breathing out, you looked at him.

“where’s tom?” you whispered, still feeling weak from being unconscious.

he moved out the way, to reveal tom on his knees. but, you noticed how unlike you, he was beaten pretty bad, with fresh wounds of blood and bruises covering his face. he smiled at you weakly, before one of the men punched him in the stomach, making him spit blood out onto the floor. your stomach churned, as you screamed. begged, for them to stop.

“erm, how about no.” he laughed, before throwing tom into a chair by you, while other men tied him up, like you. glancing at him, you silently asked him if he was okay, while he nodded slightly in return.

“stop this now! they were only doing there job!” a man spoke next to you, and when you looked at him, your eyes went wide.

“mr president, are you okay?” you asked him, while he nodded, smiling at you slightly.

“we’re going to get out of this sir.” tom added, while you all looked back at keith who was laughing.

“wow! that was really touching.” he said, sarcastically of course.

“what do you want?”

“what i want, darling, is for you to finish the fucking plan, without your agents swarming the place.” he shouted, shooting his gun at the ceiling.

“we can���t do that.” tom mumbled, making kieth snap his head towards him. walking dangerously slow to him, he pressed the gun to his shoulder, before pulling the trigger, while tom let out a heart-wrenching scream.

“you’ll fucking do it though, or i’ll shoot a bit to the left, yeah?” he whispered, tracing the gun over his skin where his heart would be underneath. walking away, you turned to tom looking at how much blood was oozing out.

“if you don’t let me help him, he’ll bleed to death, and then none of us can help you.” you begged, panic rising.

keith turned to you, “no tricks?”

“no tricks.”

he nodded, before men behind you untied your wrists and ankles. then, you where putting pressure on tom’s shoulder in an instant, while kissing him cheek to help his pain. he brought his thumb up weakly, and brushed away a tear from the corner of your eye.

“i’m okay.” he croaked.

“don’t ever do that again.” you sighed, leaning your forehead against his, as you stared deeply in each other’s eyes.

“even though the relationship was fake, i always knew the love wasn’t.” kieth spoke behind you, making you both look at him, cautiously.

applying tape to the towel, as your hand started to ache, you sat down next to tom, with your hand on his thigh, gently massaging it, while he breathed in and out hoarsely. this wasn’t supposed to be how you started your lives together. you just wanted the plan to go smoothly. suddenly, you remembered how you still had an earpiece in.

“i need to use the bathroom.” you lied, but they seemed to believe you as five men took you to it, making you chuckle. opening the door, you noticed how men followed you, making you cringe.

“i think i deserve some privacy, yeah?”

the men looked at each other and then you, before leaving silently.

“harrison? harrison? pick up it’s-“

“y/n!” you heard over the comms.

“oh my god!” you sighed, glad you still have communication from the outside.

“what happened? i couldn’t hear you for ages!”

“me and tom went up to the presidents room, and then they knocked us out and tied us up, with the president. then kieth shot tom in the shoulder, so i patched him up, and right now i’m in the bathroom as i remembered the earpiece.” you whispered, starting to feel stressed.

“okay, okay, calm down. we’ll get a team in, in 20 minutes, okay?”

“20 minutes? a lot can happen in 20 minutes!”

“well, distract them, do anything to keep them there.”

you looked at yourself in the mirror, “tom, might not have that time. he needs a proper stitch up.”

“well, do it.”

your eyes went wide, “i’m not a fucking doctor, harrison.”

you heard him laugh, making you grow angrier, “you don’t need to be a doctor to stitch up. you did first aid training, didn’t you? that will be the perfect thing, to stall them for 20 minutes. it’s the earliest we can get them in.”

“okay. will you keep on letting me know how long we have left?”

“will do, partner!”

“tom’s my partner.”

“ouch.”

you laughed, “don’t worry, you’ll find someone.”

“y/n?”

“yes?” you asked, waiting for him to continue.

“don’t die.”

“thanks, that’s really the advice i need.” you sighed, before saying bye and leaving the bathroom, with the men following behind you.

arriving back in the room, you noticed a first aid kit. collecting it, you walked over to tom, who had his eyes closed, but when you stroked his hair, they fluttered open, while he grinned.

“what took you so long?” he whispered.

“just talking to your best friend.” you smiled, while he knew what you meant by that.

“how long?”

“20 ish.” you replied, while tom nodded.

“what are you doing?” kieth asked, gesturing to the first aid kit.

“well, i’m saving him.” you shrugged, while getting a wipe to start cleaning the wound, while tom hissed in pain.

“hurry up. we haven’t got all day!”

“we have. take your time.” a voice spoke, making you look up and see a faint outline of a figure in the darkness. you pierced your eyes, to try and see who it was, as you are sure you recognised the voice from somewhere. but, you don’t know where you did.

“no, we haven’t. soon, the fbi is going to realise they’re not coming back, and then they’ll arrest us!” keith gritted.

“they won’t, because i’ll tell them not to.” the figure replied, before they stepped into the light. yours and toms breath hitched. your eyes went wide, as you couldn’t believe who it was. who the mole was. you would of never of guessed it was him.

“carson?”

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a/n- one more chapter, and we’ll find out what happens! did you have an idea carson was the mole? will you all get out in 20 minutes?

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chapter 7 - partners in crime

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your date with tom (well, it wasn’t really a date. just two friends who love each other more than friends, hanging out while acting like a couple. so, not a date, right?) was going...surprisingly nice. it’s been great spending time with tom, but actually not talking about work was a nice change. different. but, a good different.

laughter and chatter was all you could hear, as the smell of freshly made coffee filled your nostrils. tom took you to a cute and small shop on a random street in new york, which was filled with different collectibles, probably passed down for generations. in the shop, was a cafe, so of course you spent a while there.

“honestly, the amount of coffee i’m drinking this month, is crazy.” you laughed, while tom nodded, agreeing with you.

“well, at least our energy will be good.” tom smiled, but you noticed how for a slight second in his eyes, he zoned out.

“tom,” you spoke softly, bringing him out of his thoughts, “what’s on your mind?”

tom sighed, “do you remember when i told you about, my d-dad?”

you nodded, waiting for him to continue. when tom was younger, his dad worked for the fbi, which is quite ironic. he worked in the same department, that we work in now. he was a special agent, with carson. but, one time, he was undercover, and while his team where listening in over comms, it cut off. they couldn’t hear him. they couldn’t track him. he just...went. they didn’t find anything, to prove he was dead. they found, nothing. tom was heartbroken. even at a young age. so, he followed his dad’s footsteps, and became an agent himself.

“well, today is the day he, you know, went missing.” he gulped, as sorrow swallowed him.

“oh my god, tom. i-i didn’t realise, i’m sorry.”

“no. it’s okay, i never told you to exact date. i wanted to go out though, to try and take my mind off it, you know. but, i just can’t help it you know. when he went missing, we looked for months and found nothing. people say he’s dead, but i just have a feeling that he isn’t.”

you placed your hand on top of his, “tom, if john was here i don’t think he would want you beating yourself up on what you could of done to find him, okay? he would want you to live your life.”

“y/n,” tom whispered, “i have a feeling that he’s in new york.”

your eyes went wide, “that’s just a feeling tom. you don’t know if it’s true.”

“i know, but i feel like i’m being watched all the time, and i can’t help but think, could it be him?”

you were about to responded, but a waiter came over to pour us both more coffee, before walking away after we said thank you.

“tom, listen to me. after the case, if it will help ease your mind, we can look for him. see if he’s in new york. you’ve probably done it before, but maybe i could help? i’m sorry if i’m overstepping-“

“no, i-i would like you to help. it’ll be good for a new set of eyes.”

you smiled, looking away from tom’s adoring gaze. you just wanted these weeks to be over, so you can officially be with him.

“shall we go shopping now?” tom asked, making you laugh.

“you hate shopping.”

“for you darling, i’ll love it.” tom grinned, making you swoon. walking around the small, yet homely, shop you were currently in, you admired the variety of objects. everything you could think off, was there. it was almost as you were thrifting, but not for clothes.

you picked up a necklace, studying the variety of sparkly gems in the rose gold chain. you noticed that there was a little charm, in a shape of a heart with your initial on it. you thought it was a coincidence, put saw a stack of them, with different letters on.

“found anything?” tom mumbled, walking up beside you.

you showed him the necklace, which made him smile slightly. he took it off you,

un-clipping the chain before looking at you. he moved your hair gently out of the way, as you turned around with your back against his chest. you hissed slightly, as the cold metal met your skin, but soon felt warmth overcome you, once you felt tom’s fingers graze the back of your neck, as he was tying the necklace once again. you blushed, turning back around, to come face to face with tom.

“it suits you really well.” tom grinned, looking down at your lips for a second before bringing his gaze up to your eyes, again.

“he’s not wrong there,” a man said (obviously the shop owner) while you laughed saying thank you, “are you thinking of buying it?”

you shook your head, “no.”

“nonsense, i’ll get it for you.” tom spoke, already handing the man money.

“tom. it’s fine.”

“no. i want to buy it for you, because you deserve it, okay?”

giggling you replied with an ‘okay.’

“you two make a lovely couple.” the man said, while you and tom looked at each other smiling.

“we do, don’t we?” tom whispered, so only you could hear. you glanced at him, admiring his features, while he did the same. a slight cough, from the man, interrupted you both, as you looked away quickly.

“have a lovely day.” the man spoke, handing tom the necklace. you both said your thanks, before leaving.

“wait, let me put this on you.” tom spoke, once you got out of the shop. once again, you moved your hair while tom clipped the necklace into place. your breath hitched, once you felt tom’s lips against your bare shoulder, before you turned around with a wide smile.

“i can’t wait for this to be over, you know?” tom spoke, as you both walked down the busy streets of new york. people around you, where walking quickly, speaking loudly on the phone or to the person next to them. but, you and tom weren’t in any rush. so, just casually strolling down the street, was just fine for you both.

you nodded, looking at your feet, “me too. but, do you not think we’ve jumped too far into the deep end, too quickly?”

tom frowned slightly, glancing at you, before looking at his feet as well, “well, us arguing all the time, after we broke up just kind of proved how much we missed each other. you have to admit, even when not together, there was always an unspoken feeling. a spark.”

“i guess your right. i just,” you stopped abruptly, “i don’t want our second time, to end up as our first time.”

tom stopped in front of you, “i totally get that, y/n-“

“no,” you interrupted, “you mean too much to me. i don’t want it to be ruined. what we have, is so special. i don’t want it to fall apart.”

“it won’t fall apart. because, this time, you know for definite how i will never cheat on you.”

“what about actually starting a life together? what if, in another 5 years time, we aren’t living fully?”

tom’s breath hitched at your words. he still hasn’t told you, how he did propose, but you didn’t see it. he looked at his feet again, as he felt the velvet box in his jacket. he’s never got rid of it. and he’s always kept hold of it. he doesn’t know why. he just feels attached to it. and he hoped that he will be able to use it. and for you to actually see it. but, it’s not the right time. yet.

“come on. let’s go back to the apartment, yeah?”

you gave him a puzzled look, as he ignored your questions, but you soon brushed it off as you drove back to your shared apartment.

arriving back at the apartment, tom poured you both a glass of water, while you checked the footage from today, to see if you missed anything. even though this was your day off, the red dragons will still be working. you both watched in silence, only the gulps from drinking and the voices from the monitor, filling your ears.

“do you really trust the kingston’s?” a man asked keith. you and tom shot your head up, at the sound of your ‘names’.

“what time was this at?” tom asked.

“it’s live.” you replied, after looking at the time and date in the top corner.

“what do you mean?” keith asked, placing bullets in his gun.

“do you think it’s strange that they came in as soon as you asked a question? just seems as they were waiting.”

your eyes went wide, as did tom’s. could this be how your cover gets blown?

“well, if your so scared, why don’t we bring them in?”

before you could comprehend what he said, you phone beeped. you looked at tom, who was waiting to see the text.

unknown

come to the warehouse now. we need to chat.

you showed tom, as you both got ready, making sure to hide your badge super well, so your cover won’t get blown. you stopped, as you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. pulling it out, your breath hitched at what it read.

unknown

don’t bring the husband.

you gulped, showing tom. you watched how his face fell at the words. panic grew in his eyes, as he looked at you. he knew you could look after yourself, but he would rather be there. these people were unpredictable as well as dangerous, and if our cover is blown, he has no idea what will happen. one wrong move could be fatal. for you both.

“y/n-“

you shushed him, placing your gun in the back pocket, “i’ve been undercover on my own before. i know what to do.”

“i know. but, not with people this dangerous.”

“we haven’t got time to argue. i’m going in.”

tom sighed, shaking slightly as he tried not to think of the worst possible scenario, “o-okay, erm, here put this on.”

he gave you a small ear piece. you rolled your eyes, placing it in your ear, as tom spoke ‘testing’ into the microphone. you gave him a thumbs up, making tom grin slightly. walking over to him, you stood on your toes, and kissed tom’s cheek softly, to calm his nerves, as well as your own.

“if you feel uncomfortable or feel like something is going to happen, say the phrase, ‘the weather is nice today’, and the whole force will come through the door, okay?”

you placed a hand on his chest, nodding, “okay.”

“i don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” tom whispered, making your heart ache. bringing your fingers to chin, you moved his head to meet your eyes.

“i’ll be fine tom. i promise. i’ll be in and out.”

tom nodded, still unsure about if he should follow or not. but, before he could think about it even more, you already left, walking across the street to the warehouse. tom watched carefully, on the computer screen, your every movement.

“so much for a day off.” you mumbled, so only tom could hear. you heard tom stifle a laugh, before agreeing with you.

knocking on the door, you looked up at the cctv camera where you knew tom was watching. the door swung open, to reveal keith, with a cigarette in his mouth as per usual.

“ahhh, amelia. husband isn’t here is he?” keith asked, blowing smoke right in your face. you didn’t flinch though, just shrugged.

“you told me not to bring him. so i didn’t.”

keith nodded, waving his hand in the air, probably signalling someone. you guess was right, as two men appeared, with no emotion in their faces.

“come in.”

as you walked in, a loud squeak was heard in your earpiece. trying to ignore the noise, you followed keith.

meanwhile, tom couldn’t hear you. he couldn’t see where you were. somehow, all signals from inside the red dragons den, was stopped. you were on radio silence. and tom didn’t know what to do. his mind went to when his dad went missing. this is exactly what happened with him.

tom sat down. he couldn’t think straight. his mind was racing. are you dead? are you missing? he couldn’t breath. he’s empty without you. even though, it’s took a long time for him to realise.

“shit.” tom muttered, realisation hitting him like a train.

is this the end?

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a/n- thanks for reading chapter 7! i can’t believe there’s only three chapters left :( have you been enjoying it?

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