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prttyjia · 4 months

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CAFÉ WORKER

PAIRING: Jennie Kim x Fem!reader

GENRE: Fluff

SYNOPSIS: You casually enter a local café while being on a walk with your dog as you suddenly notice the kindhearted and charming waitress.

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day 1 - red velvet

You gasp for air after having ran 3km with your golden retriever dog Daisy. You're exhausted as you look around your surroundings, wondering where the perfect spot for taking a snack break would be.

A small café at the corner of the street catches your interest, with its aesthetically pleasing exterior decoration. You bat and eye upwards to see a big sign saying "Cherry Charm Café". You smile as you have high expectations for discovering this lovely café.

You cross the street with Daisy, as you walk towards the café. You notice the café isn't crowded at all, and rather quite. Knowing the nearest Starbucks only was a few minutes away from the café it made sense.

Pushing on the door handle you see a very cozy interior of the café, kind of cherry themed as the sign signaled. Surprised of how underrated the café was you quickly leash Daisy at the indoor seating area and take a few steps forward to read the menu.

"Berry-Cherry Parfait", "Cherry Chip Scones", "Cherry Blossom Waffles" and "Ruby Red Refresher" was quite some delightful food and drink names on the menu. You suddenly hear the voice of an old lady at the cashier.

"Hello dear, what may i get for you?" she smiles warmly at you as she approaches the register. You didn't expect the sweet lady to be the only one working there, so you behave your best to make sure you don't make a rude impression on her.

"Hi! Im not quite sure what to get, i was wondering if you could recommend me your favourite drink of the item? Im sure you have excellent taste!" i reply as i compliment her.

"Oh thank you darling, i would say the Cherry Iced Tea is my favourite! It has been my daily ever since the shop opened a few months ago. I know that the Cherry Almond Bliss Muffins aren't really a drink, but you need to have a taste of them!"

"That's brilliant, then i'll order one of those and the iced tea aswell!" you say as you mess around in your pouch trying to find your payment card. As you finally swipe the card on the card reader the old lady smiles as she prepares the drink for you.

You tell the old lady that you will be sitting on the second floor at the balcony, and she noods her head making sure your order will be assisted directly to your table.

Shortly after you see a pretty girl, seeming to be around your age. She has a cherry themed casual wool dress on, wich perfectly complimented her sharp angled shoulders. She held a tray with the delicate looking muffin and iced tea, as she smiled at you while walking up the stairs. She was walking towards you with her clicky white dolly heels, as she flipped her straight black hair behind her.

"Hello, thank you so much for visiting our café! Heres your order." she smiles warmly and squints her cat resembling eyes in a cute way, as she bows slightly to place the tray on the table.

"T-thank you!" you stutter slightly still amused by her captivating presence. You can't stop focusing on her beauty, and you stare at her eyes deeply.

"Do you need anything else..?" she smiles akwardly at you as she gestures her hands infront of her. She seems to have noticed you staring at her, and shes rather curious than uncomfy.

"Uh.. may i ask what your name is..?" you nervously ask.

"My name? its right here on my badge. Jennie." she replys as she points to the badge on her dress.

"Oh i didn't notice.. thank you Jennie.." you say slightly shy because of her alluring charm.

"No worries, you can ask me for anything! I don't have many customers coming here, so take your time!" she smiles as she steps away slightly, letting you eat in peace. Afraid of her leaving so quickly you impulsively ask "W-wait! if you don't have much to do.. can you acompany me while i eat?.. i apologise if its a weird request.."

"Huh? are you sure that you wont be uncomfy with a stranger sitting with you while you eat..?" she looks weirdly at you as she chuckles slighty.

"I-i wont! you seem really nice.." you say, noticing the conversation getting weirder and weirder.

She sighs as she smiles and sits infront of you while putting one leg over the other. She notices you taking a slurp of the drink, as she wanted to ask you how it tasted.

"So..?"

"Its pretty tasty, i like it!" you smile at her as she seems pleased by your answer.

"Awesome, im glad you liked it!" she tilts her head slightly as she puts her palms together as a sign of gratitude. "My grandma told me that you had good manners towards her, im thankful for your kindness!" she smiles at you as she watches you take a bite of the cake.

"Shes a sweet lady, no wonder she's you're grandma with how you both share that personality trait." you say complimenting her as Jennie gets flustered.

"Aww you're too kind! You seem quite familiar.. do you also go to Londale High?" she looks curiously at you.

"Yes i do, im a senior there!" you tell her as she smiles endearingly at you .

"Really? me too! Miss Patel..?"

"From history class!" you finish her sentence as you both chuckle slightly.

"Ive never noticed you, thats crazy!" she smiles at you as she leans in closer getting more interested in the conversation.

"I haven't seen you before either, but im happy to hear you go there! maybe we could meet up sometime?" you ask invitingly as she noods at you.

"Mhm, i would love that! you seem like a lovely person!" she smiles as she holds both your hands in a friendly way and tilts her head slightly as she smiles.

You blush slightly by her gesture, but looking at her you notice she seems like a clingy person, so you dont mind.

"Want to go to the mall later on today? i heard they have a huge sale!" you ask her as she rests her head on her hand.

"Sounds awesome, heres my number!" she pulls out a sticky note and a pencil from her pockets and starts writing down her number.

"I have taken a lot of your time and i should be heading out. Thank you for everything, and i love you're grandmas muffins!" i smile at her as i put the sticky note in my bag and push the chair in.

"I loved taking with you, no need to apologise!" she smiles at you as she brushes off her dress and picks up your plate, and walks with you downstairs. She stood outside the staff-only room just about to enter, as she noticed Daisy and said "Bring your sweet dog with you!" she smiles at you as you smile back and reply "Will do!" and see her leave.

You take Daisy's leash in your hand as you walk out the café, thinking about Jennie's bubbly and cute personality.. you really liked Jennie. But to take things slowly you wanted to get to know her before really just assuming that she's the one.

You start running with Daisy again, just mesmerised by your interaction with Jennie, the sweet waitress.

hi yall this is the first jennie kim x fem!reader im creating, if theres any grammatic errors i apologise since english isnt my first language! thank you for reading. also guys was this too fluff or boring? and comment if i should make a part 2!

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tomthesoftie · 3 years

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Hi! I've recently discovered your blog and I love it 😍. I was also wondering, if you could write a fic (obviously if you like the idea, no pressure at all) where the reader is a an assassin, in love with mob!tom. Her last mission was a failure and she came home injuried. Tom was scared to death because she didn't text him or call him (obviously). She was trying to help Tom with his business but she underestimates the other mob. Tom helps her cleaning the wounds, they argued at first but I'm a puddle for happy endings. Thank you for your time, have a nice day 🥰🥰🥰

her blood-stained bodysuit

❧ prompt: all you wanted was to help your mobster boyfriend. you never expected your plan to go all wrong and result in failure. when you return home with blood soaking your suit and drying in your hair, how does Tom react?

❧ pairing: mob!tom x assassin!reader

❧ genre: angst, fluff, action (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of blood, mild gore, fighting, mentions of guns, mentions of hickey, language

❧ a/n: though i should’ve worked on my script for my final, i worked on this instead. i’m not procrastinating, i have everything planned out lmao nah. this fic wasn’t supposed to be as “gore-y” as it came out as, but, like, it’s whatever. hope you enjoyed this fic because i worked on it for like three days lmao. alright bye xx

part 2!

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Walking into the run-down building, you gripped your gun tightly, eyes open for any sudden attacks. Your ears strained as they listened for any sounds.

You were suited in an all-black bodysuit, handgun holster around your waist. Your hair had been tightly tied into a bun, no loose hair out to get in your face. A mask had covered half of your face, hiding your identity.

You barely knew the place you were heading into, but you knew it enough to assassinate your target and escape. You had planned the entire event out. First, you’d rid the place of any cameras and enemy attackers. Then, you’d set a distraction opposite to where you were heading. Finally, once you reached your destination, you’d quickly shoot your target, leaving them a milli-second to breathe before falling cold to the ground. Your escape was easy. You’d climb out of the window and fall right into your vehicle, allowing yourself a fast escape.

As you stepped into the dark, musty building, you saw the first cameras you needed to shoot out. What didn’t occur to you was the loud echo traveling through the entire building: your first mistake.

You continued on, hiding when you saw the first sign of your enemy’s men but continuing once they passed. Unexpectedly, when you began to carry yourself further, you felt a presence watching you. The butt of your gun swung back, hitting someone in the side. They let out a loud groan, alerting everybody nearby. You quickly shot the man dead, rushing to the nearest exit. Unfortunately for you, there was no path for you to escape. There were men in every exit you planned to use when in case of an emergency.

It was like they already knew you were coming.

Deciding to take your chances, you ran, shooting and dodging bullets being shot your way. Luckily, you were a trained assassin with much experience. You found yourself at an exit when someone was able to land a shot in your thigh. Groaning in pain, you perspired on, not letting them take you in. Throwing the broken-down doors shut, you limped your way to the doors out of the building. Thinking you had escaped all the men, you let your guard down for a second to tend to your wounded leg.

In the midst of your pain, you didn’t notice the man coming up from behind you. He threw a harsh hit to your head, knocking you off balance. With your already injured leg, you fell over easily, head hitting the rugged ground beneath you. You felt a sharp pain spike the side of your head before feeling a warm liquid run down the side of your face.

Reaching a hand up to feel the warm liquid, you saw red and fired your gun at the grinning man above you. You shot him dead, bullets continuously lodging into his chest. His shirt soaked with his blood.

“Asshole,” you muttered before getting back on your way.

When you finally reached your car, you took off as fast as you could, knowing that if you didn’t get going, they would be trailing you all the way back.

Tom was in his office, reading over some papers when the door abruptly opened. He snapped his head up in anger, knowing that his men knew not to barge in without knocking or they’d face the consequences.

“You better have a good reason as to why-” when he saw Harrison panting and wide-eyed, he paused, worry taking over his thoughts. “What happened?”

“Y/N’s missing,” the blonde said, breathlessly.

“What do you mean missing?” Tom asked, attention fully on Harrison.

“She isn’t in her room or the gym. I’ve tried calling her multiple times, but it keeps going to voicemail,” Haz explained.

“Fuck,” Tom whispered, rushing out of his office to find you.

You threw the car door shut, feeling hazy at the loss of blood. Holding your head in pain, you limped before the doors of your home before falling over, vision going black.

“Tom, the system says someone’s entered the code into the gate,” Haz said as he saw the notification pop up on the security system.

“That has to be her,” Tom said before running to the home’s main doors.

Pulling open the large door, he was revealed to your limp body laying on the cold floor, with dried blood covering you and fresh blood tangled in your hair. For a moment, Tom assumed the worst and thought you were dead, when he brought himself back to logicality. He placed two fingers to your neck, successfully locating your weak pulse. He let out a happy sigh but remembered that you were still bleeding heavily and needed to be treated right away.

He lifted you up in his arms, carrying you into your shared room. He passed a concerned-looking Harrison, telling him to get the medical supplies.

You woke to the feeling of a wet cloth wiping down your cheek. Flinching away from the contact, your eyes weakly shot open to see your brunette boyfriend.

“Tom,” your voice came out weak and hoarse.

“Shh, darling, you need to rest,” he silenced you as he wiped you clean from your blood.

Tom wasn’t mad at you, only a bit frustrated. He wondered why you put yourself at such risk. He knew you to make logical, smart decisions, but here you were, lying in bed severely drained of your blood. He sighed aloud at your recklessness.

His weight lifting off the bed, he stood to put away the bloody towelette, shaking his head as he was consumed by his own thoughts. You watched his back, and you could practically see the disappointment radiating off of him.

“I know I fucked up alright?” You croaked, sighing in shame.

“It’s just so unlike you to be so, so-” a hand reached up to massage his temples, “Just be more careful next time.”

“No,” you bit back, hearing the irritation in his voice, “please, finish your sentence.”

“It doesn’t matter what I was going to say becau-”

You cut him off, “It does matter. What were you going to say about me?” You suddenly felt a surge of energy run through your veins.

“Why are you trying to pick a fight with me right now? You need to rest,” he tried to tuck you under the covers, only to be pushed away by a weak hand.

“I’m not trying to pick a fight with you. I just want to know what you thought about me,” you snapped.

“Fine, if you want to know so much, I was going to say reckless. It’s so unlike you to be so reckless. There, I said it,” he fired back, annoyed by your consistent nagging.

You scoffed in disbelief, “I was not being reckless. I had a plan, a well-thought out plan at that, but they somehow intercepted it. I can’t predict things like that happening. At least I had a backup plan or I wouldn’t be here right now.”

You shifted in bed, trying to sit upright, flinching when your head spun at the sudden movement. You grabbed the aching side, trying to subdue the pain.

“Lay down. You’re only going to hurt yourself more, if you sit up,” the accented voice said demandingly.

You sneered at the demand but listened, regardless.

“I know what I’m doing, you know? I’m a well-trained assassin, not to mention one of the best ones yet,” you said in a hushed tone.

“I know that. That’s why I’m confused about how you came back so heavily injured. I expected you to know better,” he huffed, turning the light of the room off.

The last comment had hit you harder than you expected. You knew he had high expectations of you, but you never thought he would put you down for messing up once.

Glancing at his silhouette, you never felt as much dislike for a person than you did Tom, at that moment. You liked being critiqued but not insulted. Your line of work was very important, and your pride was big.

He slid into his space beside you, laying flat on his back, arms crossed over the covers. You remained laying on your side beside him, not sparing him a glance.

A wet streak slid down the side of your nose, another following over the bridge of your nose. Reaching a hand up to wipe the liquid away, you realized it was your tears. You tried to quietly sniffle away your tears, but Tom heard them clearly in the radio silent room.

You weren’t supposed to be weak. You weren’t supposed to shed tears late at night. You were an assassin for fuck’s sake.

“You know, I was doing it for you,” you whispered. “I was trying to get rid of that stupid asshole that’s been targetting you this entire time,” your tears began to come down harder.

“Darling, why would you do that? As much as I appreciate it, I’d prefer it more if you came home safely and not bleeding out,” he spoke, turning to wrap an arm around your waist.

“I just wanted to help,” you sniffled, cuddling into his warmth.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I was just worried about you,” he murmured as he planted wet kisses on your bare shoulder.

“I know, but it still hurt,” you replied, lifting a hand up to wipe away your excess tears.

“I’m sorry, princess. Can you forgive me?” His lips attacked the supple skin of your neck, gently sucking and leaving a purple mark behind.

You hummed, a hand snaking behind you to push him away, “Yes, I forgive you. Now, leave me alone. I’m tired.”

“Alright, love. Let’s sleep,” he smiled into your neck, arms encasing you in a warm hug, and before you knew it, you fell into a deep sleep.

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poguesholland · 4 years

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I’m All About... | Tom Holland

You make a Tiktok’s about Tom’s PS4 while Tom is playing a game on his PS4.

THE TIKTOK: https://vm.tiktok.com/J1fgM1J/

Warnings: Just fluff!!

A/N: Tiktok imagines are my favourite! Watch the video before reading!!!

“Come on Tom, can we please do something?” You nagged at your boyfriend for what seemed like the twentieth time and little to your surprise, he told you ‘just a minute’. It’s been forty minutes. You mumbled something under your breath before rolling your eyes.

Refreshing your Tiktok for you page for the tenth time, a video of a cute couple came up. It was on the song “Im all about him, him, him, him, him and he’s all about me, me, me, me.” but the song was a parody. You instantly got an idea.

Jumping up from your comfortable position on the couch, you crawl on the floor to be careful not to stand in front of Tom’s game. Something you learned not to do after he yelled at you, then apologized. You propped your phone against the PS4 and set the timer for the video on ten seconds.

You shimmy under Tom’s arms which were pointed towards the game, and sit on his lap which was something you always did. Tom heard the timer, “What are you doing, love— Harrison! The bloody sniper was on the ground you div!”. “Nothing” You grin before looking at the camera.

Tapping on Tom’s shoulder as if to tell him to try and look at your phone, the song starts and he looks between the game and your phone. “Cause I’m all about him, him, him, him, him.” It starts and you sing, pointing at Tom. He looks at you for a second, smiling and giving you a kiss.

He hears the song say, “And he’s all about....”. He points to you while focusing on the game but gets confused when the sound stops, hearing you force yourself to not laugh. “His stupid PS4.” You say with the sound, making him shake his head at you. You burst into fits of laughter and get off of him to save the Tiktok to your drafts, not noticing Tom tell his mates that he was gonna go.

A squeal leaves your lips once Tom surprises you by lifting you up to carry you bridal style to your bedroom. He throws you on the bed playfully before flopping on top of you. “I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to play for so long. I promise.” Tom pouts and does his puppy dog eyes, which you can’t resist. His head rests on your upper chest and you run your hands through his hair, “Don’t worry Tommy, I know you love me more than your ‘stupid PS4’ anyways.”.

“Gonna give me a bloody headache.” Tom mumbles under his breath and you laugh.

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vickielou · 4 years

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Home isn’t a place, It’s a feeling (Tom Holland Fanfiction)

Chapter One

The cameras flashed everywhere around me, I tried to pretend I wasn’t anxious at the thought of being seen at this thing. Premier Nights weren’t my favourite part of being friends with actor. They filled me with a sense of anxiety that before Tom got famous I’d never felt before. I felt a hand at my elbow. “You look worse than Tom and he’s the one everyone came to see” Harry laughed. Harry Holland. Little shit. Twin #2.

“I hate these things” I muttered, his hand tapped at my elbow in reassurance. I tried to find it reassuring. I failed. “You can hide behind me if you want” he offered, I think he noticed my unease. The uneven pattern of my breathing and most obvious, I was biting my nails like crazy, my mother was going to have a fit when she saw them. I smiled at Harry, I tried to smile like I wasn’t panicking but I think Harry saw straight through me. A side effect of spending so much time around the Holland Boys. “Thanks for the offer, but Sam is still my favourite twin” I replied, a joke seemed the right way to go. Harry sent me a dirty look. “He got you the guitar for Christmas three years ago, let it go,” He said shaking his head in disapproval. I snorted.

He was right. Three years ago on Christmas day Sam Holland, other little shit and Twin #1 had gifted me a Fender FSR CC-60s Mahogany Concert Acoustic Guitar and it was still the light in my life. You would think that my best friend would have been the one that had bought me the greatest present I’d ever received but Tom didn’t understand guitars and we had a deal that meant that Tom wouldn’t buy me anything to do with music and I wouldn’t buy him anything to do with golf because I couldn’t understand golf to save my life.

I’d been spending part of my Christmas holiday with the Hollands since I was 10 years old. My mother and Nikki had been neighbours (-and best friends!) as long as either of them could remember. My mother worked as a care assistant and more often than not she had to work 12-hour shifts around the Christmas period so I learned from a very young age that the Hollands were like a second family to me. Every time my mum had to work overtime to make ends meet or couldn’t come and get me from school because she just couldn’t get her half an hour break yet, I would go to the Hollands and looking back now that time I spent at their house became some of the best memories of my childhood.

The cameras flashed again and the sound of the crowd outside the cinema got infinitely louder bringing me kicking and screaming back to the present. “Guess Tom’s here” I muttered. I heard the sound of tyres squealing outside and the sound of chanting got louder. Damn those fangirls and their seemingly infinite lung capacity. “Tom! Tom!” They shouted I leaned on the door frame and watched the scene unfold. At some point during Tom’s grand entrance, Harry went to find Sam and I was left alone. I wasn’t fond of being left alone but Sam was doing photographs for the premier and he needed help. The cinema seemed bigger than it had been all the times I’d been there before. Somehow leaning against the door waiting for my best friend to come waltzing through it, when he was done sighing autographs, the place seemed to be the size of the Blackpool Tower Ballroom. The dress that I’d squeezed myself in to for the occasion felt tighter than ever, my chest painfully constricted.

I had been thinking about leaving when the door in front of me opened and a familiar face was hurried through by security men that were three times his size, that was saying a lot recently. Tom had been working his arse off in the gym and was around twice the size he used to be.

I took my time to take in his appearance before he noticed me, his face was flushed. His navy suit was dishevelled, the grey shirt underneath was flecked with sweat and his hair was sticking to his forehead with the same sweat from running around signing autographs and taking pictures with the aforementioned fangirls.

“Tommy” I called, he jumped a mile and looked over to where I was standing by the door. I saw the relief cross over his face that I wasn’t someone he didn’t know watching him at what could be considered a vulnerable moment. I was the only person who could call him that.

“Jules, thank god.” He smiled walking over, I watched his eyes take me in as he came closer. He reached out his hand for mine and I happily let him pull me towards where the crowd of people were heading towards the cinema room for the first showing of Toms new movie ‘ONWARD’. I’d heard most of the movie in the clips that Tom had messaged me whilst he was on set, I hadn’t actually seen the animation though and I was excited to see what he’d been making the months he’d been away.

We sat in the seats towards the back, two seats on Tom’s left side were reserved for Sam and Harry when they finally got around to joining us. Tom’s arm immediately went around my shoulder, allowing me to lean back into his embrace. I’d missed this. Yeah, I’d seen him since he came back from New York but I hadn’t seen him for a while it was nice to have him close to me again.

“I’m so glad you came” he was whispering, leaning closer to my ear, I felt his breath tickling the shell and I sighed happily. His breath smelt minty fresh like he’d brushed his teeth minutes ago but I hadn’t missed the gentle pop of his gum. Smart boy, no tuna breath on premiere night. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else” I replied. Tom’s gentle smile was the last thing I remember seeing before the lights went off and the opening credits to the film started.

Before anyone can say it, I know what you’re thinking. You lucky bitch. You’re best friends with Tom Holland. I understand that because Tom is one of the greatest guys that you’ll ever meet. But not for the reasons that most of the fangirls think. Yeah, the man was fucking gorgeous, I’m his best friend but I have eyes. Buffer than a Norse god and more swag that a billionaire playboy philanthropist but that wasn’t the reason that I was so lucky. I saw a side to him that most people didn’t, I saw sleepy Tom falling asleep in front of the TV watching reruns of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. I saw Tom shitting himself watching the remake of IT. I saw him crying over a puppy video on his Facebook and I saw him proudly smiling at his phone when he finally did something right on Instagram. He was and always had been a great guy.

But enough about Tom, let’s get back to where we were.

The premiere went better than expected and I loved the new film, Tom had the gall to laugh at me when I was sobbing towards the end of the movie. That earned him a punch to the stomach that Nikki would have been proud of. Stupid boy, I can’t get through a damn one of his movies without tearing up. Damn almost had a crying fit when I watched The Impossible. Now, remember I was around 13 when the premiere of that film happened and the thought of anything happening to Tom back then was more than my pimpley hormone fuelled heart could take. Tom had to come out of the premiere and hold me for twenty minutes whilst I sobbed, repeatedly reminding me it was a film and he wasn’t going to leave me anytime soon. Yeah, It wasn’t my proudest moment. It was one of my favourite Tom memories though.

“So, What did you think?” Tom asked as the lights came back on. I looked up at him through my panda eyes where my mascara had run and gave him the dirtiest look I could manage. “You said it wasn’t sad” I accused, rubbing at my eyes profusely “You lied to me”

“You cry at every one of my premieres, when are you going to learn to wear waterproof mascara?” Toma asked, pulling his sleeve down over his hand and taking a swipe at the mascara running down my cheeks. “What’s life without a little risk?” I smirked, he shook his head at me, his hand gripping my chin tighter as he gently wiped my face, in the back of a movie theatre with the sleeve of his suit. Oh the class

“You have got to stop rewatching Harry Potter” He sighed

“Says the person who bought me the boxset” I returned. “Not to watch everyday” He laughed, seeming happy enough with his handiwork. He let go of my face. Part of me instantly missed his touch. “And I suppose a great muggle like yourself is going to stop me?” I laughed. Tom looked at me with great disapproval. Tom had never understood my obsession with Harry Potter. A diehard Marvel fan instead, there was no room in his head for anything except Spiderman. The more I think about it, the more I realise that him not being Spiderman for the MCU was utterly preposterous. The man had spiderman bedding, granted Paddy currently slept on those but still, the man lived and breathed Marvel.

“You’re lucky I put up with your arse. Now, what did you actually think?” He asked standing up and holding his hand out to help me up and out of the mostly empty theatre.

“I love it” I smiled. “You really pulled at my heartstrings. Are you going to introduce me to Chris Pratt now?” I asked, fluttering my wet eyelashes at Tom in faux flirtation

“And have to bail you out of prison after you flash at him? No chance” He laughed, gripping my hand tighter and scoffing at my flirtation persuasion attempt. “Indecent exposure is a misdemeanour, I’ll skip prison” I replied. “I’m still not introducing you, in fact. I’m skipping the afterparty all together” He smiled. We’d reached the door to the cinema. Everyone was pretty much gone. There were a few stragglers that were walking around talking on the phone or waiting for taxis home I imagined. There was a teenaged girl that looked up when she saw Tom and let out the most adorable squeak. I pulled on his hand and made him stop to take a picture with her, not that Tom needed forcing to be nice to his fans but Tom could be oblivious and she struck me as the type of girl that wouldn’t have the balls to come over and ask for a picture.

“So, want me to drop you off?” he asked, sliding into the driver’s seat. I heard the leather screech and he settled himself comfortably and reached for his seatbelt.

“To the house exactly three doors down from yours?” I laughed, sliding into the passenger’s seat and instantly reaching for the radio, turning on signal one on low.

“Well actually,” He said pausing and waiting for me to fasten my seatbelt before starting the car “I was wondering if I could stay at your house tonight?” He asked. “My house? With my mother?” I asked, knowing that my mother wasn’t at the house but playing hard to get all the same.

“Isn’t she working at the care home tonight?” He pointed out. The beams from the traffic lights bounced across his face as he drove and I found myself watching the patterns with interest. “I’m not sure if I should find it creepy that you know her rota or not, why are you planning on getting me alone?” I asked, regarding him with a fake expression of fear and distrust.

“I want to spend time with my best friend, and also not be surrounded by my parents right now” He replied, his shoulders tensed at the mention of his parents and I instantly understood. “I see where this is going, Nikki still hasn’t come around to the idea of you moving out, has she?” I asked laughing, “She would come around to it a lot easier if you’d come live with me,” He said turning on to our street. The sight of the familiar street made my heart happy in a weird way. “And add fuel to our families attempts at marrying us off?” I asked. I watched the smirk stretch across his face, Tom found our parents inability to accept our friendship as what it was utterly hilarious, I, however, found every single attempt that they made to push us closer together completely humiliating. “Why ruin the habit of a lifetime?” He said as he parked perfectly in front of my house. I got out of the car in lieu of answering the question. I turned to head up the path my front garden, slowing my pace only slightly in order for Tom to catch up to me, and also because my feet were killing me in these heels.

As I suspected, Tom appeared at my side within seconds and I sent him a bemused smile. I opened the door and headed inside. I kicked my heels off and turned around to hang my coat up, to find Tom still outside the door. I cocked my head at him in question.

“What are you a vampire? Need an invite?” I asked. He didn’t laugh

“You never actually said I could stay over,” He said in explanation, digging his feet in the dirt as if he actually expected me to deny him access to what I suspected has become like a second home to him too. He really was a perfect gentleman.

“Come in, you fucking idiot”. I laughed. “You better not hog the blanket this time”

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tomssmirk · 4 years

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My Angel sent from Heaven. 👼🏻

Part One:

{ Writer’s Notes: so you have a condition that limits your lifespan. nobody knows when you would die so your friends and family have to prepare for the worst. you look like a “normal” 22 year-old woman. your life’s just filled with doctor’s appointments. nothing else is different. you want to live life to the fullest. }

As Tom carried your limp body to the bed tears filled his eyes like buckets of ice cold water. Your body fell effortlessly into the perfect place. Tom kissed your forehead slowly leaving a small spot of warmth on your body. He walked over to the door knowing once he walked through and closed the door it was over. That a chapter of his life was gone forever.

Tom walked sadly down the steps of your old apartment. He sat down at the table. He ran his hands through his hair and broke down into tears. He sat there for a good few minutes and sobbed. He collected himself together, Got up and grabbed a handful of paper and a black ballpoint pen. He sat there thinking a while. Thinking of what to write.

‘my angel sent from heaven, god knows what i’m going to do without you. they told me to prepare, i thought i did. clearly i didn’t. i thought i was going spend my life with you.’ He went on.

By the end tom has a tear stained face and he had wrote around 24 pages front and back. Not a place of space. Not a piece of his heart left. He walked back up the empty hallway and stairs. He walks into the bedroom one last time. He places the letters in your hands. Placing them delicately on top of one another.

He sits and sobs before getting up. He looks back at you before exiting the room. ‘i have loved you for a thousand years and i’ll love you for a thousand more.’ Tom says before closing the door to the lifeless bedroom.

Tom walks to the living room. Haz walks in through the front door.

Haz: Tom? Y/N?

Tom walks like a slump towards Harrison.

Tom: she-she’s gone. she’s gone Haz.

Haz walks over to tom and grips him tightly. tom breaks down in his arms.

Tom: I don’t know what i’m going to do without her.

Haz: I know mate, I know.

#tomholland #tomhollandfanfiction #sad #thomasholland #harrisonosterfield

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realityisabitch07 · 4 years

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TOM HOLLAND SPIDER-MAN AU

if you’re looking for a new and interesting Tom/Peter story check out my Wattpad account.

This story is something I’ve just started working on and I’m really proud of it. Go give it a read if you want something new to cure your quarantine boredom ;)

Please COMMENT (please :/) to let me know your opinions/suggestions/thoughts/and theories! I love reading comments it encourages me so much !

I hope y’all are doing amazing and staying safe !

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rockinmarcel · 5 years

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RockinMarcel’s Masterlist

Be Aware---

✨ - one shot

💎 - series

🎀 - upcoming!

💕 - fluff

💥 - angst

👀 - heated

Shawn Mendes

EMPTY

Peter Parker

EMPTY

Tom Holland

Say You’re Sorry 🎀 💥 ✨

Harrison Osterfield

Our Loves A Lie 🎀 💎

EXTRAS;

None

#rockinmarcel #rockinmarcelmasterlist #tom holland x reader #tomhollandfanfiction #tom holland #tom holland au #harrison osterfield #harrison osterfeild x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker #peter parker au

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hellholland · 6 years

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A Queen and Her King || Tom Holland x Reader [Part 1][Gang/Assassin AU]

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is my very first action AU, so I apologize for things that seem oddly unrealistic in the crime world. I obviously don’t know much about it. If you have tips or feedback, please message/ask me about it! I created the idea for this fic through a song called Natalie by Bruno Mars, but I also want to credit @hollandroos for her fanfiction, Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun. It was the very first Mob!Tom fanfiction I read (The first AU like that I’d ever read, actually.) and it still inspires me as I hope to continue this series. I hope for this to get better as it goes along. Just so you have the basic knowledge, this is kind of like a Mobster!AU meets Assassin!AU and a lot of wild crossover shit.

TRIGGER WARNING: Violence, language, guns, knives, suggestive sexual actions, mentions of pedophilia (It’s not any more graphic, it might even be less, than basic horror movies you might’ve seen. The description is mostly about action, not in depth detail of what it looks like. It’s an assassin/gang/mafia AU, so it’s kind of fucked up anyway.)

DISCLAIMER: This story contains content that I am just writing for the sake of the story. I do not condone/support it. Your “character” as the reader, may also do things you personally would not do. Please don’t read if you can’t handle that. THIS DOES NOT ACCURATELY REPRESENT TOM, HIS MORALS OR ANYONE HE’S ASSOCIATED WITH. I’M MERELY USING HIS IMAGE AND A NAME TO CREATE THIS STORY. PLEASE DO NOT EVER TAKE THIS AS AN ACCURATE PORTRAYAL OF TOM. (This is more of a movie in my head, and a character Tom is playing)

I have trigger warnings at the scenes that should need them. Please let me know if there are other subjects that need warnings!

Prologue

As three shrill beeps replaced dialing noises, Tom’s anger skyrocketed. He began to pace and repeatedly clench his fists at an attempt to hold back everything he was feeling.

“We’re sorry, you’ve reached a number that is either disconnected or no longer linke-“ Tom spun around and threw the phone, sending it flying into his bedroom wall and crashing to the floor. “Goddamnit!” He sat down on the corner of his bed, staring out through the wall-to-wall glass pane that separated him from the rest of the world. The skyline was a vibrant dark blue, turning to purple and black.

Every dollar in his safe he’d worked his ass off to get was gone. There was no trace, no logical reasoning as to how it got stolen. That safe was one of the most protected vaults in the world.

Natalie, or Natalia as Tom used to call her endearingly, was gone too.

Disappeared. No word, no warning.

Not only had she cheated on him, she robbed him.

“Tom, what do you want to do to respond?” His best friend and co-leader Harrison asked, frustration clear in his voice.

“I don’t fucking know. Nothing yet, we’re too vulnerable. We’ll...need alliances.”

She took his heart out of his chest and walked all over it, puncturing it with her stiletto heels.

He found out everything she’d done after she left. Of course the man was riddled with sadness and hurt, but the only feeling he let control him was anger.

He couldn’t be weak. Not now, not ever.

After willingly letting her in and finally bringing his guard down, she wrecked him. You know what everyone says? That Natalie Rose Giovanni can never be overthrown. She’s notorious for the lives she takes and everything in between. That she’s untouchable. But in the end, the greatest revenge is going out and accomplishing what is said to be impossible. And that is exactly what he would do.

This was personal now.

Natalie, Europe’s top drug queenpin with a terrifying hidden past, versus Thomas Stanley Holland, the most notorious mafia leader in almost every corner of the northern eastern hemisphere.

She took everything he had, even some of his very best men.

His team.

His power.

His reputation.

His empire.

Soon enough, he was going to take every single bit of it back, even if it meant ruining her fucking life.

Even if it meant killing her.

One

“Hang on,” you giggle softly, looking up at the man in front of you. “Why don’t we go back to your room?”

His hands had made their way under your thighs and he had you up against a wall, giving him easy access to touch your body. “We’re not exactly in the most private area of the hotel.”

“If it gets that dress off you, then that’s fine by me,” he replies, kissing down your neck.

“Eugene!” You push his hands down and stand straight up, smiling coyly at the millionaire while listening for any instructions in your earpiece.

“You’re doing good. Get the card to his room and be quick with this, (Y/N). This operation has some complications.”

“I’m just telling you how I really feel, Allison.” Of all the names Felix could pick for an undercover op, why choose such a plain one?

You slip your hand into his pocket, pulling out the key card and tucking it into your bra, all without breaking eye contact with him. “I’ll meet you there in ten,” you whisper in his ear, running a finger down his chest as you walked away.

“Fucking pig,” you mutter to the man behind the earpiece, making quick time to the elevator.

“Right?” The man in question is Felix Sternberg, (Known as Judas by his “enemies”) one of the most elite proxy murder directors in the world, or at least the most famous among federal government organizations and operations that do things not commonly associated with the human moral code. (Murder, drug dealing, etc.) He’s one of your newest co-workers. The brains behind your newest weapons, technology and escapes. It’s possible that without him, you would’ve been in a supermax prison by now.

The most intensely protected in the U.S filled with the worst kind of people imaginable.

People like you.

“What’s his deal again?” You ask, shaking your head away from the doubting thoughts that often plagued you.

“Rape, robbery, embezzling, pedophilia, the usual.” Felix says nonchalantly.

“God, I cannot wait to shower tonight, that’s disgusting...”

“You’re also technically a contract murderer for a living, so I don’t know if you’re one to judge, (Y/N).”

“But I’ve never done shit to kids or forced myself on a person. I only kill people who deserve it.”

“That last part is debatable, but we’re moving on. Wait for the bellboy in the elevator to leave before going up.”

“Sounds good.”

The red silk dress draped on your body was apart of the job, a request made by the contract. The person who hired you was actually his wife, Valerie Pence. She wasn’t much better than him when it came to money, but once she found out what he’d done, the decision was easy. There also might’ve been infidelity involved in her reasoning.

She’d informed you that the best way to get to him was probably seduction and that his favorite color was red. The combination of the two would make it easy to get him alone. She took you shopping for the dress herself, an odd way of saying thank you (other than money) for the favor. When you stepped out of the changing room to show her, she simply smiled, but her watering eyes displayed a different emotion.

“You look stunning. This’ll work.” You wonder what her thought process was with hiring you, how their relationship came to be and everything in between. Getting personally involved with clients was a beginner’s mistake, but in some cases it was incredibly hard not to even think about what happened between some duos.

“He’s gone, move fast.” Felix interrupts your recollection, snapping you back to your work.

Eventually, you end up in his room, only stopping for a minute to marvel at the lavish decor and to peek around. White silk sheets dressed the king sized bed, complimenting the other colors in the room. Dark reds, black and grey all combined to give the room a sensual and eerie feeling.

Eugene appears soon after, hastily moving toward you, lust in his eyes. “Hang on, let me just go get something ready okay?” You stopped him, one hand steady on his waist the other over his shoulder.

“Alright...”

“I want you to wear this, though.” You found some questionable fabric, presumably left behind the last hotel-goer, and started to tie it around his eyes as a blindfold. “Now lay here,” you pushed him down on the bed, a little too roughly, but he didn’t question any of it.

You enter the bathroom swiftly, the door clicking behind you.

“Felix, where’s my stuff?” You whisper.

“Underneath the sink. There’s a silenced pistol. The bag has a change of clothes in it and some sunglasses. Put your hair up, too. I have someone ready to tamper with the security footage, but just in case I want you to try and be very discreet and exit through the fire escape. No one should see since you’re on the back of the building. Your ride will be waiting to take you home.”

“Thanks.” You grab the bag and begin to undress, leaving only your satin gloves on. This replaced the fancy dress and heels with what you could only describe as an outfit straight off if 2015 grunge tumblr, doc martens and all.

Not the worst, but not the best outfit choice.

“I have one more...treat for you you, Mr. Pence.” You call out through the door, smirking to yourself. 4 sets of handcuffed glistened in the bag, and a gag.

“Thanks for leaving them in there Felix. Did you put her fingerprints on them?”

“You’re sadistic, but yes. The police and FBI will likely arrest Kathryn and any of her employees. I planted stuff to lead them to the kids. You’re in the clear but you need to get a move on, even if that includes speeding up your ‘process’.”

Kathryn Moseby, a “friend” of the millionaire. She holds a position in congress. She’s also the ringleader of a pedophilic sex trafficking ring.

“Like I said, he deserves my ‘process’. They all do. I’m doing the world a favor right now.”

“Whatever you say.”

You sigh, plucking the bag off the ground and walking back to the bedroom. “I hope you like your girls dominant, Eugene.” You quickly click the handcuff onto his hand and to the bed frame before he could even respond. His breathing started to become uneasy, but he nodded.

“It’s new...but I’ll try.”

“You don’t have a choice.” You whisper, clicking the second handcuff shut. The other two might’ve been too loose, but they’d restrain him. “Final touches,” you smile, climbing into the bed and almost straddling him. He seems taken aback as you jerk the gag tightly to make sure it stays on. “We don’t want anyone to hear us, now do we?” He shakes his head nervously in response.

As an extra precaution, you switch on the TV to a music station, turning the volume up just enough to mask loud conversations. “Alright Eugene. Let’s begin.” You pick up the pistol and a small knife, crawling on the bed.

You run your fingers along his chin, feeling less gross about touching him because of the fabric between you two.

“I fawt yoo changfed?” He tries to ask in reaction to feeling the gloves, barely audible or intelligible.

“Oh, I did.” You giggle, removing his mask.

[TW: Violence]

He’s shocked, confused, and now scared. His eyes take in your figure and then the gun in your hand. He starts to panic.

“You didn’t think I was gonna let you off easy, did you?” The knife from earlier now glints menacingly in the soft lighting. “I don’t normally do it this slowly, but you’re a special kind of messed up. We’re all fucked up, especially me, but you, you’re a rapist and a pedophile. A cheater. Kind of the scum of the earth.”

He still wasn’t processing his situation entirely, but his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

He wasn’t screaming.

He wasn’t begging.

Yet.

You jabbed the knife directly above his knee. Angling it towards the bone. This time, his entire body jerked and he started to yell, but the music drowned out his shouts.

“That was for every child and person you’ve ever touched.” You pulled it out, watching the tears stream from his eyes, then ripped past the buttons on his suit shirt. “And this is for Valerie.”

You slowly carve the knife into his skin, toward the right side of his stomach. It was a number that you carved. 334.

“I wonder who my 335th will be?”

“Hey (Y/N), as much as I enjoy tuning your weird shit out and waiting for you, you need to be fast. Like now. We’re cutting our time too close.”

“I got it.” You frown sarcastically at the pathetic, convulsing man beneath you. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I have to go.” You pull the knife away, wiping the blood off with your gloves.

The red contrasts the starch white in a disgustingly satisfying way. You stand up, brandishing the pistol excitedly. His screams are becoming increasingly louder, and more annoying.

Watching him writhe in pain and desperation filled you with a twisted sense of pride. You keep telling yourself that he deserves it to justify your actions, but there’s still that one ounce of innocence in you that rejects those thoughts.

Then you remember Valerie’s voice on the other end of the phone when she called, tearfully begging for help. She sounded desperate and sad, not angry.

She just wanted him gone.

Had she tried to divorce him, she might’ve been endangered. If she turned him in for his crimes, he’d send people after her.

That’s all you need to get the job done.

“I’ll see you in hell.”

Bang.

Please leave feedback! I will gladly accept civil/kind worded constructive criticism. -Ciel

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darthspideys · 5 years

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So this is a long time coming but the sequel to duty calls is here! I’ve been working on this one for a long, long, long, time (I’ve been through about 6 drafts of chapter 1) but I have finally gotten it just right to post it.

The only difference with this one it I will only be posting it on wattpad. Its just a lot easier for me, to keep track of what I have posted and who’s seen it but when I update on Wattpad I will tag the taglist here on tumblr with a link so you can stay updated.

Here is the link: https://www.wattpad.com/670493614-start-me-up-mob-tom-holland-au-info-teaser (my wattpad is @hart-of-gold if it doesn’t work)

If your new and haven’t read duty calls yet here is the link to read it here on Tumblr: https://katies-bishops.tumblr.com/post/174668678538/duty-calls-masterlist-completed

Here’s the summary: (Y/N) is back on her feet and ready to take action against the man who almost killed her, the only problem? The people she works for don't want her to go near him. On the run from her own government, she starts a globe-trotting journey to take down the infamous mobster but he can slip through her fingers again.

I’m really excited about this fic, so I hope you guys check it out, the first chapter will be posted on December 31st!

#mobtom #mobtomau #mobtomxreader #tomholland #tomhollandau #tomhollandfanfic #tomhollandfanficau #tomhollandfanfiction #tomhollandxreader #tomhollandxyou #fanfiction #books #wattpad #amreading

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usedtobeparkerimagine · 6 years

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Pairing: Tom Holland x female reader

Au: 1940s soldier

Warnings: graphic description of war, smut, domestic abuse, angst, bad language, mentions of death

A/N: This is quite a mature series. Proceed with caution.

Today was the day. The day you had waited six years for.......

It was the 4th November 1945. The war ended two months ago, and soldiers were slowly being sent home. The children had returned three weeks ago, and today you would be reunited with your husband , Thomas. You hadn’t seen him for almost four years, and your children barely remembered their father. You pinned your hair up, and painted your lips red. The last time Thomas came home, he bought you a red lipstick. “Tessa? Come inside now darling, we need to leave” you called into the garden to your 7 year old daughter, who stayed with you after the evacuation, she was but a babe in arms at the time. “Tommy! Make sure you dress smart, it’ll make your father proud!” Tommy came down the stairs, his red hair slicked back with brill cream. He had grown taller than you since he got home. “You look very nice, darling, now, when you see your father, be sure to show him respect, none of us could possibly imagine the horrors he has seen.” You said sternly to the children. “Peter can.” Tommy corrected you. Peter was your seventeen year old son, who was drafted to the army on his sixteenth birthday. You had not heard from him since. Tears started to form in your eyes as you thought of your poor child, dying on the battlefield, or worse, being tortured and held prisoner in one of those awful camps. Your heart ached every time you thought of him. Tommy looked into your eyes and saw them welling up. “I’m sorry Mama, I didn’t mean to upset you, I miss peter, is all” Tommy kissed your cheek. “It’s alright darling, I miss him too.” Peter and Tommy were just under a year apart in age, and had been thick as thieves their whole lives. You visited Tommy shortly after Peter left. And it was like half of him was missing, and that half never returned.

You held Tessa’s hand as you walked into the train station. The platform was hiding underneath steam from the train, but you could see dozens of men, in green uniforms, running to greet loved ones . You watched all the faces leaving the train carefully, praying that you would recognise your husband, after all this time. And then, it was like time stopped completely, and the person you had dreamt of left the train. It broke your heart to see him, a shell of the man you married eighteen years ago. He was skinnier, and greyer than the last time you saw him, he looked completey vacant. Like the soul of Thomas had abandoned him and left him with a broken body. “That’s him, isn’t it?” Tommy asked behind you. “Yes darling, it is” you could see Thomas scanning the platform, looking for you. You waved your hands a bit and he noticed you, smiled, and broke into a jog in your direction. You passed Tessa’s hand to Tommy and ran to meet him . His smile grew as he got closer and closer, and then your bodies crashed into each other, and you started to cry. “You’re home! You’re finally home , my dear!” You sobbed into his ear. “I always said I’d come back, didn’t I?” He chuckled and kissed your temple. A small voice called “Papa, papa!” And Your daughter ran towards you. “Tessa!” Thomas let go of you knelt down as Tessa ran to him . Tommy was walking close behind. Thomas caught your little girl and threw her in the air. “Tessa, I’ve thought of you every minute, my darling girl” Thomas whispered. Tommy just stood near them , emotionless, as usual. Thomas looked up at his son and gasped. “Tommy? My god! You’ve grown bigger than me!” Tommy gave a half hearted smile . “Well what are you doing , boy? Give your Papa a hug!” Thomas walked to Tommy , and Tommy laughed and hugged his father. Thomas cradled his son and said to him “I’ve missed you, thank you for keeping your promise and looking after your mother, I’m proud of you” you could see Tommy beaming with happiness, he was so scared that he wouldn’t meet his fathers approval. Thomas pulled away from Tommy and ruffled his hair before he looked around, furrowed his brow, and asked “where’s peter?”

“We don’t know” you said, your eyes welling up again. “The army took him, almost a year ago, and we have heard nothing since then.” Thomas’ face fell to the floor. “Oh, darling” he whispered to you and pulled you into his chest. “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’s alright, he’s a strong lad, nothing could happen to our boy.” You felt Tommy and Tessa wrap their arms around you. “I’ve been telling myself that for a year, but it hasn’t brought my son back” You cried harder and Thomas kissed your head. “Don’t cry Mama” Tessa whispered. “I’ll ask around, ask the officers I served, see if anyone has heard of him. Darling, I promise, we’ll find him.” Thomas reassured you. And the four of you stood, embracing and crying on the platform. “Let’s go home, Mama” Tommy pulled away. “Yes , let’s” you said, wiping the tears from your face. The children ran ahead and you took Thomas’ hand and kissed him a few times on the way out.

Thomas opened the door to the house and let out a huge sigh of relief as he put his bags down. You went straight to kitchen to prepare dinner, and Thomas ran around in the garden with the children. You chopped vegetables at the kitchen window and watched your family laugh and joke while the sun set.

They all came in when it got dark, and you put dinner on the table. Thomas’s eyes widened at the sight of so much food. He had been living on gruel for the last six years. “Darling, this is wonderful! You really do spoil me” He winked and started loading up his plate. “So, son, have you got yourself a girl yet?” Tommy turned bright red. “Uhmmm welll err” Tommy couldn’t form a sentence from embarrassment. “He’s seeing a lovely girl called Katie, aren’t you darling?” When Tommy came home, he met a very sweet girl, and they spent all their free time together, she had come for dinner several times, and Tommy was completely besotted with her. “Uh... Yes..um” he was still thinking of what to say. “That’s great, son. And Tessa, how’s school?” “Its great, papa, yesterday we learnt a poem for Guy Fawkes night!” Thomas chuckled and drank some of the wine that you had been saving for him to come home.

After dinner, you sent the children off to bed with a kiss, and headed to the kitchen to wash up. You heard Thomas close the kitchen door, and his footsteps came closer. His arms found their way around your waist, and he started to kiss your neck. You dried the last plate and turned to face your husband. “Do you fancy a bath tonight, my dear?” You said with a sultry tone. “Only if you join me, darling” he kissed you , hard, and grabbed a handful of your backside. “I missed you” He moaned into the kiss “I can tell..” you replied and slowly moved your hands down his chest. You undid the first few buttons on his shirt. “Go and get in the tub, I’ll bring you some hot water.” He went up the stairs and you heard the tap running. You boiled a kettle, and took your hair down. When it was ready, you brought the water up to him. Thomas was sitting shivering in the bath. “Finally! It’s bloody freezing in here, woman!” You poured the boiling water into the tub, and Thomas let out a satisfied groan as the water warmed up. “Come here” he commanded and you knelt down to his level. He moved his hand up to the fastening of your dress, and started to undo it. His fingers tickled your neck and you flinched. “Stay still. If you move. You’ll be in trouble” oh yes . He was back. The strong, powerful man that you were so intrigued by, had finally come back to you. He continued undress you, until you leant on the edge of the tub , naked. “Get in” He ordered you. You obeyed your master and got in the water. He guided your hips so you were sitting on his lap. He kissed your neck again, and moved his hands all over your body under the water. You whimpered at his touch. You had missed his loving, pleasing touch , more than anything. “When I was in the trenches, and men cried for their mothers, talked about what they’d give for a piece of chocolate, skinned and ate rats, all I ever thought about, was you. How much I craved you. Your body. Your skin against mine. Being inside you. I had dreams of you flying down from heaven, and rescuing me from the hell I was living. You are my saviour, y/n Holland . I love you.”

#tomholland #dad!tom #dom!tom #husband!tom #soldier!tom #tomhollandfanfiction #tomhollandimagines #1940sau #WW11

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tomthesoftie · 3 years

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50 and 59 with mob Tom

skin ‘n teeth

❧ prompt: “Why are you so jealous?” & “Bite me.”

❧ pairing: mob!tom x brat!reader

❧ genre: suggestive, slight angst (?)

❧ warnings: mentions of eye-fucking, biting kink, hickeys, manhandling, soft!tom for 0.001 seconds

❧ a/n: so i’ve decided to actually be somewhat active again but not really. i’m changing the format of my work, if you couldn’t tell. please send in more requests because i actually have no ideas anymore so yeah. in another post i’ll explain a little more why i decided to go on a hiatus. you can check it out if you want

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Tom stormed into the room, you trailing right after him.

“What was that?” He fumed, fists clenching at his sides.

“What was what?” You asked, snapping back at the man.

“You know wha-” Tom takes a deep breath to prevent himself from breaking into a violent state, “You were throwing yourself at Harrison this whole night. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“I wasn’t throwing myself at Harrison, Tom,” you rolled your eyes, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Yeah, you were throwing certain eyes at him, though,” he snapped, ears growing red with anger.

“And you weren’t?” You glared at your boyfriend.

“I’m pretty sure I’m dating you for a reason, Y/N. If I wanted to get with Haz, I could’ve a while ago,” humor slipped into his tone.

“No, Tom,” you groaned, getting frustrated, “I’m talking about that girl.”

“Analia?” He took the bitterness spreading further on your face as confirmation, “You know I have to entertain her if I want to maintain business with Boivin.”

“Well you don’t have to entertain her to the extent of letting her undress you with her eyes,” you rolled your eyes for about the fiftieth time that night.

“Undress me with her eyes?” Tom let out a dark laugh, “You were doing that to Haz tonight, and besides, I can’t control what she does.”

“You kept responding to her, though,” you feebly spat.

“Why are you so jealous? You know I only have eyes for you,” he said, sighing as if the conversation was tiring him.

His evident worn-out tone made your anger peak. Huffing loudly, you spun on the heel of your foot, exiting the tension-filled room.

“Where are you going now?” You heard his voice groan behind you.

Your feet carried you down the empty corridor, the clacking of your heels echoing as you rushed away from the Brit. Tom’s voice rang in your ears, demanding you to stop walking. You ignored him as you made your way into your shared bedroom.

Pushing the door closed behind you, you undressed yourself and changed into a comfortable, satin dress. You freed your feet from the restricting shoes, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor. Exchanging the heels for dark grey plush slippers, you made your way onto the balcony, resting your hands on the marble balustrade. You looked up at the dark sea overhead, stars twinkling in the abyss.

After some time, you heard the sound of a door clicking open behind you but decided to ignore it. A warmth replaced the coolness of your back, and a pair of hands were placed onto your hips.

“Darling,” you heard the familiar British accent whisper into the crook of your neck, “I’m sorry. Stop ignoring me, please.”

The longer you stayed silent, he progressively became more dominant.

“Babygirl, why are you being such a brat tonight?” Warm, wet lips latched onto your neck, sucking and pulling at the taut skin.

Still not able to elicit any response from you, he worked his way up your neck to your ear, nibbling at the lobe.

“If I were you, I’d respond. You’re already going to get a punishment, do you want it to be even worse?” His deep, husky voice vibrated down your spine.

“Bite me,” you smirked, tough facade not breaking.

He growled, thrusting his hips into you before his teeth connected with your neck. After getting some successful marks on the skin, he forced you to face him, throwing you over his shoulder and slapping your stuck-out ass. Pushing the doors of your room open, he threw you onto the bed, climbing above your figure and leaning down to feast more at your neck.

“Don’t enjoy this too much. I still have to punish you for your behavior tonight.”

With a whimper from your swollen lips, he began ravishing you, starting an endless night of pleasure.

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Coffee Shop: Chapter 1

Fuckboy Tom AU!! TomHollandxReader

Summary: You and Tom meet :-)

Word Count: 2643

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: I couldn’t wait, so here’s Chapter 1

(Y/H/C): your hair color

(Y/E/C): your eye color

Between your work as a personal assistant, working on movie sets, you spent your free time sketching and writing about the people you encountered in your local coffee shop, just a ten minute walk from your small apartment. Whenever you weren't on some movie set, you were usually here, hiding away in the corner, observing others, creating your own narratives of other people’s lives based on their appearances, how rushed they seemed, and what they wore. You found that this little hobby, with your personal assistant job, allowed for good practice and exposure for your dream to work in the movie industry, writing scripts and screenplays for huge movies, maybe direct your own short film. You were just getting prepared for a movie you’d be soon leaving in about three weeks for; your biggest job yet. You were hired for a new Marvel movie, though you had no idea for who exactly you’d be a personal assistant to. You heard that it was common within Marvel Studios; you didn’t always know exactly who you working with. Secrecy was huge. You even had to sign confidentiality contracts in order to be officially hired. You had issues with the people you dated in the past. To them, you were a damaged good, all because of an incident that happened to you that still struggle to talk about. For a no name dreaming to work big time, you felt pretty content; with your simple life in the city, in your cosy apartment, hobbies, traveling for work every so often.

Today was no different. You sat in your usual spot by the window in the crowded coffee shop, people watching, sketching, as busy people bustled in and out of the store. As per usual, at this hour, the coffee shop was packed, every table filled with usual patrons. As you worked on a sketch of bearded man with a briefcase, you barely noticed the very attractive man who stood in front of you, until he spoke.

“Hello, this seat taken?” he asked in a British accent.

You look up, taken aback by the sudden distraction, and oh boy, was he a distraction. He had tousled brown curly hair and a warm look to him that was so welcoming. You sit there gaping at him, both surprised by the sudden interruption and his good looks, unrealizing of his question.

“Sorry, I don’t mean to be a bother,” he said, wrongfully reading your expression. “The place is packed. I was just wondering if I could take a seat here,” he repeats, gesturing towards the chair sitting across the table from you, with your backpack and coat resting on it.

You shake your head out of your daze, waving your permission with your hand. He hands you your backpack, which you promptly place on the floor by your feet.

“Thank you,” he chuckled. “My name is Tom, and yours?”

“(Y/N),” you quip, a smile growing on your face.

He reaches his hand out for an amicable handshake. “It’s nice to meet you, (Y/N).”

Tom wasn’t about sitting and chatting about his life to an absolute stranger. In fact, his initial plan was to be in and out with the headache he had. But once he got there, the soft music with the chatter of people coming in and out of the busy coffee shop lulled his sharp headache to a dull ache. No one recognized him yet, and that in itself was a good sign that he wasn’t going to be mobbed by fans. Though the place was packed, it was only filled with soft chatter from the patrons sitting at tables and scattered sofas and loveseats placed around the warm environment. Every table was full, every seat taken except for one. The seat sat across from the pretty little number with her head bent over a tiny journal, her brows furrowed as she worked. She was a usual at this coffee shop, Tom had seen her in the few times he had dropped in. She was pretty in the best way, her long hair long and full, eyes large and focused. This in itself was inviting enough, and though it was only about ten in the morning, maybe he’d have a new partner to take up to his apartment that night, depending on how things went and how well he could charm her. “So whaddya working on there?” Tom asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

You smiled a private smile to yourself, before packing a few of your colored pencils away. “It’s kind of a private thing,” you replied with a smile, continuing to write a description of your latest sketch for a narrative for later.

Tom chuckled. “Don’t you know that’s only going to make me more intrigued? I’m sure whatever it is, it’s quite intriguing.”

You shrug, another smile growing across your face. “Hm, I don’t know, sharing my secrets with a stranger? I don’t think so.”

It was Tom’s turn to shrug with a smile. “Fair enough. Are you from around here? I’ve seen you a fair amount of times here.”

You nod, taking a sip from your coffee. “I live just a bit that way,” you say nonchalantly, gesturing in the general direction of your apartment building, though it was clearly visible from where you sat. “But I don’t believe I’ve seen you around here as much.”

Tom settles further in his seat. “Yeah, just decided to swing by. I live over that way too,” he pointed in the same general direction. “Had a headache earlier, decided to stop for a coffee, came in, had a bit of my fix, decided to hang for a bit.”

You smile. “Yeah, I get it. The atmosphere of this place, even when it’s busy, is pretty calming. It’s my favorite spot in the city.” You weren’t sure why you offered that last gratuitous bit, often you weren’t a fan of sharing your life story with a complete stranger, but here you were.

“I can see why. You’ve got a good view from here,” he replied.

Smiling, you glance out the window, studying the view like you were seeing it again for the first time. “Yeah, I really do,” you say softly.

Though Tom’s first and only mindset when talking to anyone of the opposite sex was to only bone them, with no strings attached and barely any information exchanged, he found that for the first time, real interest was sparked; something he hasn’t felt in a while. Alarms rang in his head, don’t let anyone in, don’t let them get close to him. The less they know, the less they felt attached to him. That was the rule of his game since his last relationship with the girl he can barely name to this day, since he came home after wrapping Homecoming. There was something about this little (Y/H/C) haired, (y/e/c) eyed girl bent over her notebook and her soft voice that was endearing to him.

You brushed the hair out of your eyes before loosely fastening your long hair into a bun in the back of your head with two of your pencils in lieu of a hair elastic, making Tom’s heart flutter a little. He barely knew anything about you, but somehow, his instinct is to do the exact opposite of his usual, which is kind of really alarming to him. He suddenly realizes that he’s more intrigued and his mind focuses on the sound of your soft gentle voice and melodic laugh, and he that he was in deep shit trouble.

He clears his throat. “Um, so what do you do for a living?”

You bite your lip slightly before taking another sip of your coffee. “I uh,” you hesitate, wondering how much of yourself you allow for this stranger to know. “Well, I just graduated from university, I’m currently working as a personal assistant for small time movies, you know, just getting exposure in the industry?”

Tom nods. “Yeah I get you.”

“And you?”, you ask.

It’s Tom’s turn to hesitate. A voice in his head urged him to just come out with exactly who he was, a big name actor, made famous by Marvel Cinematic Universe and his role as Spider-man, but an even louder voice told him that he should keep it under wraps, in fear of scaring you off or allowing you to know too much, as you obviously didn’t recognize him. “I actually work in the industry too, just an extra in a few movies.” There. That wasn’t a complete lie. And if she’s working small time, what are the odds of them running into each other? The odds were slim to nonexistent, especially since he was a huge movie star.

“Great, then we can learn a little bit from each other for our own careers,” you smiled, your hands fiddling with one of your colored pencils, flipping it through your fingers nimbly.

Tom nodded in agreement, sipping his coffee, a heavy yet comfortable silence settling over both of you.

As the morning shifted into noon, you found yourselves further intrigued by each other, quietly laughing in comfortable conversation, and making a deal to meet the following day at the same spot.

Following your first meeting in the coffee shop, Tom slunk back to his apartment, feeling thrilled at meeting you, but filled with heavy dread. Though you seemed smart and engaging and hot, Tom knew that meeting with you the next day allowed for more chances for someone, pretty much a stranger, to get closer to him than he ever would have wanted. It was terrifying. Unlocking the door to his apartment, he bustles in, hangs his coat over the back of his chair, and decides he’s going to get shit-faced drunk once again and probably-most likely, bring another woman home to remind him of his pact to himself to keep himself busy and distracted from you, from his fears. He pulled his phone out of his pocket. After thumbing his screen briefly, he called up his best mate, Harrison, and arranged for them to meet at his apartment, and then hit up a their bars.

You on the other hand, were exhilarated at your meeting, looking forward to the next day. You left a little bit after he did, around late afternoon, after making small talk with Ms. Phillips, the old owner of the coffee shop, kind of like a mother away from home, as you helped her stack coffee mugs and sweep up a little.

“So that young man,” Ms. Phillips asks suggestively. “He was handsome.”

You laugh politely. “Yeah he was. Just a little closed off is all.”

She nods with a small laugh. “Don’t be so surprised, after all, you just met. But be careful young lady, boys like that might have a side you never imagined.”

“I’ll be careful, Ms. Phillips,” you roll your eyes playfully. “I just think he makes nice conversation.” You stack one last mug and pick your backpack off a nearby table. “It was nice chatting with you, Ms. Phillips, but I should get going before it gets too late. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

She waves politely as you leave and you walk the block to your apartment building. You hit the elevator up button and step in as they glide humming to yourself.

“Hey!!! Hold that door!” a voice calls from the entrance to your building.

You instinctively jam your foot in the door of the elevator before it slid shut, and the blond boy jogs his way over to avoid keeping you waiting. Correction, the very cute blond boy.

“Thanks for grabbing the door,” he smiles, taking his place next to you. He has a similar accent to Tom’s, and his eyes are very blue.

“It was no problem,” you smile amicably. “Floor?” you ask, your hand hovering over the button panel.

“Fifth,” he replied curtly as you immediately hit the button. “Thank you,” he smiles.

“Are you new here?” You ask, obviously not recognizing him.

He shakes his head. “Nah, just visiting a friend.”

You both stood in silence, taking each other in on your way up before the elevator stops at your floor. “Well this is my stop,” you say, turning to wave, but this time, his foot catches the door.

“Maybe I’ll see you around?” the blond asked hopefully. “I didn’t catch your name, sorry about that.”

“It’s (y/n),” you smile. “And yours?”

“Harrison. Harrison Osterfield” he smiles, his foot still holding the elevator door open.

“Well, you know where to find me, Harrison,” you smile. “See you around.” and with that, you turn towards your apartment and settle for the night.

Tom opened his apartment door to a very happy looking Harrison. There was an unsettling satisfied smirk across his friend’s face that he knew Harrison rarely had across his face in Tom’s presence, especially in the wake of Tom’s recent behaviors and mishaps.

“So what’s got you so happy, mate?” Tom asked his friend while Harrison got situated at Tom’s kitchen table.

Harrison shrugged, not wanting to spill the beans on the pretty girl he had met just moments before. “I just met someone on her way up. I think I’m going to try to get to know her.”

Tom let out a little chuckle. “She got a name?”

“Well yeah, but I think I’m just gonna mums it until I know it can get somewhere,” Harrison replies breezily.

Tom nodded. He got that. He didn’t exactly want to tell Harrison about the girl he had met that morning in the coffee shop that got his whole head in a tizzy. “Listen mate, I just need to have some guy time, you know. Just hit a few bars, maybe.”

“Okay, mate, I’m down,” Harrison replied, his voice tinged with slight annoyance. He knew how this night was about to end. It usually involved Tom almost piss drunk, hitting it off with a girl, and Harrison returning home by himself, and Tom with a new lady friend. Although Tom’s main objective of the night was to get drunk and then laid promptly afterwards, you lingered on his mind. As soon as they got to their first bar of the night, this became evident to Harrison as Tom ignored the first girl who made a move on him.

“Hey mate what’s going on?” Harrison asked his friend as Tom sipped on his first beer of the night, which in itself was unlike him. He was usually almost on his ass drunk

Tom shrugged.

“You met someone didn’t ya, mate? Who is she?” Harrison pressed.

Tom shrugged again, once more failing to notice the suggestive stares directed towards him from the pretty brunette sitting a little ways away. “I don’t really know. Just some girl in the coffee shop that I met this morning.”

Harrison looked at his friend in shock. “This must have been some girl,” he replied, smiling. You must have been something if you got this kind of reaction out of Tom Holland of all people. “Has she got a name?”

“Don’t be dim. Of course she does.”

“So what is it?” Harrison asked, nudging his friend’s side.

“I don’t really want to talk about it. Got me feeling fucked up,” Tom said, keeping his eyes on his bottle.

“Some girl, then huh?” Harrison smiles, waggling his brows at Tom.

Tom shook his head, lifting his eyes from his drink, finally seeing the brunette girl sitting across the bar. “Maybe,” was his reply. In truth, he was terrified of you. Not for your soft eyes and gentle smile, but for how easily his guard came down when talking to you. That hasn’t happened with anyone for almost two years, and it was terrifying and exhilarating since he wrapped the filming for Spider-man. Getting with this girl sending him the flirty stares will remind him of why he does what he does. He needs this. He takes a large swig of his beer, guzzling it until it was empty, before ordering another, and making his way to the leggy brunette with the suggestive eyes.

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Home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling (Tom Holland Fanfiction) Chapter #2

Up until Tom started to become a well-known actor I was used to him constantly being around. Sleepovers were just the done thing. I can’t remember a time that I wasn’t proficient in the layout of his house or him in the same in mine. I wasn’t bitter. Before anyone says anything. I loved Tom and he deserved everything he was getting. It’s just hard when the person that you’re used to being around all the time, isn’t around anymore. It’s like this weird empty feeling in your chest.

But Tom was here now, sitting on the arm of my couch. He looked up at me as I came back into the room holding a glass of water. The green dress I had been wearing was somewhere upstairs lying prone across the floor and my hair was loose and messy. It felt a lot better to be home and myself again instead of heavily made up.

“Did you happen to tell Nikki you were here and have not been kidnapped by a super-fan?” I asked, throwing myself down on the settee next to him and trying my best not to spill my water. He looked up from his phone and waved it at me. “Texting as we speak” He replied.

Tom wasn’t a prolific texter. It took a lot when he was on set to get any kind of a response from him. He always called me, every night at the same time. 7pm Uk time, 2pm American time but getting anything else in between was few and far between. I’d been lucky to see so much of the Onward movie when I did. He was always careful to keep Chris Pratt off the videos / pictures though. I was starting to think he just didn’t want me near him. “You’re so lazy, you could just walk over there” I teased “In fact, if you went to the front door and shouted I bet Dom would hear you” I smirked. He gave me a side-eye as he finished his text and threw his phone behind him on the couch cushion. “Did you miss the part where I told you that my parents are driving me crazy recently?” He deadpanned. Ah. There was my Tom. Dramatic little shit.

Tom had taken his suit jacket off and was relaxing in his shirt and dress pants. His shoes were long gone, probably lying strewn across my floor somewhere. He had never been the organised kind. His hair was tousled where he’d been playing with it. I remember in October when he’d shaved his hair for Cherry, it was growing back now but I’d given him such a hard time for it. I must have called him a ‘thug’ every time I saw him. I had ulterior motives for that though, Tom was gorgeous anyway but I had a soft spot for his long hair, I liked playing with it.

“Come on then. Tell me what’s going on?” I said lifting my legs so they were lounging over his. My sleep shorts road up but I couldn’t care less. I was far too comfortable around Tom He leaned towards me, taking my glass out of my hand and taking a mouthful “Thief” I muttered playfully.

I wasn’t mad, I never actually drank my own drink when Tom was around. He was always drinking mine and I was always drinking his. It dates back to when we were kids, I used to think Tom’s food and drink tasted better than mine and Tom used to think that mine tasted better than his. So we swapped when our parents weren’t looking. Our parents cottoned on soon enough but I’m pretty sure they just thought it was too cute to stop.

He gave me a boyish grin, I took my glass back. I took a sip myself. “You better not have any diseases, Thomas”

“Oh please, If I had any you’d already have them, when was the last time you used your own water bottle at the gym?” He teased.

“Why would I take my own when yours is right there?” I laughed. “Stop trying to change the subject, why don’t your parents agree with you moving out?”

Tom stiffened, this was clearly a sensitive subject but I have never been very good at staying away when I knew Tom needed me. “My parents don’t think I’m ready to live alone, hence why they want you there too. They seem to think that you’re a good influence. You’ll stop me getting into debt or getting burgled or some shit” He huffed. I sniggered.

What bullshit. If anything, Tom was a good influence on me.

“I maintain, they only want me to move in with you because you’ve introduced them to too many romance films with the same storyline” I snorted. Tom gave me a dirty look. “You should be thrilled they want your stubborn arse as a daughter in law,” He said, pretending to be offended.

“I would be thrilled if I didn’t have to marry your pompous arse to become said daughter in law. You think Sam or Harry are available?” I asked, Tom flicked my nose.

“How dare you?” He said, gently pushing my legs off his lap in mock humour, “You take that back and admit you love me right now”

“Never” I laughed. He grabbed the bottom of my foot that he’d just pushed off and narrowed his eyes at me.

“Admit it” He ordered, “Right now” “No” I laughed again, I liked playful Tom. I liked Tom when he wasn’t stressing about his parent’s opinion “That’s it” He thundered. He began to tickle my foot. I squealed and tried to fight away from his grasp but it was damn near impossible. I was in fits of laughter. Shrieking and twisting and fighting. Tom was laughing too.

“Tell me you love me Jules” Tom gasped through laughter “Tell me you’d marry me”

“You jealous brat” I gasped out. Tom’s laughter seemed to double in volume and I was suddenly very aware of the fact that I was on the verge of wetting myself. I needed him to stop tickling me otherwise I was going to have to live down the fact that I peed on my best friend on my mother’s couch.

“Tom, Tom stop” I begged. “I’m sorry, I love you,” I said. His fingers immediately paused on my feet.

“And?” He prompted. His eyes were dark. My stomach twisted uncomfortably. This jealous streak of his was becoming a problem and I was ashamed to say that I think I liked it.

“If you were ever to ask, I’d marry you in a heartbeat, You wretched jealous fool.” I spluttered. Tom dropped my foot and threw himself down on the couch next to me.

“That’s what I thought, I love it when I come back home” He laughed.

“So.. its Valentines Day. How did that go?” Tom asked. It was 2am and Tom was lying in bed next to me. I was almost asleep but the mention of Valentines Day woke me up quickly. I sighed. “It didn’t work out” I muttered. For the last couple of months, I’d been using POF to try and get out there and meet some new people. I had been invited out on a date for Valentines Day but I was ashamed to admit that I’d been stood up at the Restaraunt. I wasn’t sure if I should admit to that though, Tom had been very against me going on the date. He made me ring him when I got home that night to make sure I was alive. He just didn’t trust internet dating. I couldn’t blame him though, I’d gotten some questionable messages.

“What do you mean it didn’t work out? Did he say something to you?” Tom said. I could hear the stiffness his words. He was getting protective. He didn’t need to but I appreciated it.

“He didn’t say anything because he wasn’t there” I whispered. Tom’s ears picked up and he shuffled closer to me. His arms wrapped around me slowly until I was pressed against his chest. “One day, you’ll meet someone that makes you feel happier than you’ve ever felt before. You won’t be able to imagine your life without them” He said soothingly.

Tom was that guy for me. I was sure of it. I just didn’t have the confidence to voice my feelings. So, I did what I always did when I didn’t know how to voice my feelings. I wrote a song. I’d written many songs about Tom. But, probably my most emotional and most secret song was the one I wrote when he left to film Spider-Man Homecoming. I hadn’t dealt with Tom leaving very well. At all.

However, writing the song had made me feel a lot better. The song was never supposed to be heard. But I suppose if it hadn’t I wouldn’t be telling you this story.

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