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silkylovey · 2 years

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Laws and guns six

a/n: tom in this chapter >>>>

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Y/n

Tom just walked into the bathroom and brushed his teeth as if he didn’t just break every bed on purpose.

“Did you just break every bed in this house?” I walked into the bathroom to see him with his toothbrush in his mouth, smiling at me.

“Felt like it.”

“I didn’t ask why, Tom.”

Did he know how much this was going to pay for that, I liked my house neat with comfy beds.

“You know that I like really comfy beds, right?”

“Not a problem, princess.”

After our weird but cute conversation, he washed his face and went to bed, leaving me in confusion. I brushed my teeth, did my skincare routine, and went to lie next to my husband. It felt weird but kind of good.

I turned my back to him but I was hiding a grin. I felt his hands touching my sheets as if he was making snow angels.

“Your bed is really comfy, love”

I ignored him and went to sleep.

Tom

She fell asleep next to me, I just kept staring at her back when finally she shifted and turned, our faces were so close to each other.

I saw how her eyelashes were on her cheeks, how cute she looked with her lips in a little pout. It took everything in me to not just peck those lips. I saw how both of her hands were supporting her face as if her pillow wasn’t doing the job.

And then she did the most unexpected thing; Y/n was a cuddler, so she moved until she felt my chest, she kept moving until her hand was on my chest and her face was nuzzled in my neck. It tickled but it felt so good to move away from it. So I just held her. Even if she was going to wake me up with a slap, at least I slept as a happy married man.

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Y/n

My eyes fluttered open and I looked at my wall, and I just saw my vanity desk and my walk-in wardrobe. My eyes then shifted to the mirror that was facing my bed next to the vanity desk, and I saw my silhouette under the covers with a tanned arm wrapped around my waist. I saw fluffy brown hair behind my head, I saw black rings adorning the hand that was on my stomach, I saw their arm was muscled and I just kept looking at this scene. How it looked like a married couple would wake up.

I knew that Tom was sleeping next to me, holding me close to him and I didn’t mind, I liked his warmth, his comfort. He was so soft, I wanted to trail my nails over his arm that was above the blanket, but I just kept staring at it.

His hand started moving up and down my arm, giving my whole body goosebumps, and he moved closer. Moving his head in my neck and he looked at us in the mirror just as I was doing. His hand traveled to my belly, just soft touches everywhere. We didn’t say a word to each other, we were just enjoying this moment of peace. His hand then went in between my boobs and I looked into his eyes to my surprise he was already looking at mine.

His eyes were asking for approval and I nodded, he started to lightly touch my boobs and then he started making circles around my nipples, his actions were making me breathe heavily, I closed my eyes and my head fell back. Tom sat up a little bit to look at me and his hand was trailing to my sex. He kept looking at me for if I changed my mind.

He cupped my pussy thru my panties but he moved his hand back to my chest, my legs were now open so he took the chance to put one of his legs between the gap. His thigh was a few inches from my pussy, he could feel how wet he was making me.

My hips wanted to grind on his thigh, try to find a relief when his hands made a way to my belly button and his hands slipped into my panties, it rested in my pelvic and Tom looked at me and I nodded again, his hand was met with my wetness.

“So fucking wet.”

And I began to panic, I didn’t want to be one of his girls, the ones that he fucked when he needed relief, the ones he used and paid just for sex. I started shaking my head not wanting this erotic moment anymore.

“Please stop.”

And he did, he pulled his hand out of my panties and rested it on my stomach. His eyes were filled with worry while I just looked back in the mirror.

“Leave please.”

And he took his hand off my body and his leg that was resting between my legs was moved. I missed his warmth already. He stood up from the bed and went to put on his clothes from yesterday and with that he left to room. And we didn’t even say goodbye or good morning.

Tom

I opened the door to leave our room after I closed the door. I just kept staring at the door, I kept thinking of how wet she was, how she looked when I was making her feel good, the little sounds that she was making because of me, how she threw her head back, or how she was gripping the sheets, and when we made eye contact on the mirror or when I was going to touch her pussy, I had this weird feeling inside of me.

Her wetness was still on my finger so I sucked it and I got a taste of her sweetness, I knew why she stopped me because she knew I was going to get addicted. Fuck!

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Our gala was tonight, I was chatting with Harrison about business until he told me something that disturbed me.

“You know that your wife had phone sex with the barista from the club?”

What?

“Yeah, Sofia, the chef’s assistant told me this morning,” he said while nodding, making the story more and more believable.

“I slept in the same bed as her tonight, and she cuddled with me. Fuck, she looked so pretty, and then this morning I touched her but then she kicked me out and then you come with this bullshit.”

I knew he could feel my frustration, I finally felt close to my woman, my wife and then people started this shit. Is this how she felt when I fucked another hooker right next to her room? No, impossible she is always making mean comments but none of them scream jealousy.

I just left my office while Harrison’s understanding eyes followed me and I went downstairs, I was greeted with my whole house fully decorated and filled with our guests. Was it already this late? Y/n had good taste, I’ll give her that. Even though our backyard was fully decorated and she hired other chefs, I noticed that they were all males and my cooks were all women. She really did have a problem with the fact that our house was filled with women. I just didn’t expect her to take action so quickly, my chefs were still working so she didn’t fire them, she just made them feel ignored.

And that’s why she was my wife, mine.

Then suddenly everyone’s head turned to where I was standing, I just glared at them with my angry face until I hear her heels clicking on the marble from our stairs, and there she was in a white long silk dress, so white, so innocent. I just looked at her, knowing that she was just the opposite of what she just made people think that she was. Her hair was led by the wind and her make-up was the final touch. She was so gorgeous, and I would be kissing the ground for the rest of my life if I wanted to keep her as my wife and not my enemy.

She linked our arms to make us look like a happy couple, she even kissed me on the cheek. SHE KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK!!! I hoped that her lipstick left a mark but it didn’t. We were walking down the stairs and every invited person was looking at us.

I noticed her family and I could feel that she was happy. Her aura was filled with joy, she even had a little smile on her face. She looked at her parents with glossy eyes. Eyes that told them how much she has missed them and how she wanted to come back home.

We greeted every invite and thanked them for being present while enjoying apero time. Y/n left my arm to go catch up with her family and some friends from France, while I went to chat with mafia men.

“Pretty girl, you have,” Nico said while keeping his eyes on my wife, while his wife was next to him.

“Keep your eyes on what’s yours.”

The men kept talking about how I didn’t deserve someone as pure as Y/n, I just wanted to spend tonight with her in my arms but they had to come by. I made my way to her family, and I saw her smile fall. I wrapped my arm around her waist and greeted her family again.

“Can’t we stay at your house, the hotel is not as good as we hoped it would be,” Y/n’s mother asked Y/n, and she just chuckled.

“I wish you could but the beds broke,” she said with a nervous smile.

“Oh, so when is our grandchild coming?” her dad asked while joking, and that’s when I started laughing and she just looked at me with an embarrassed glare.

There was soft music playing in the background and after our conversation with her parents died, we just stood there watching people conversate with my hand still wrapped around her waist. She didn’t move it. I snuggled my head in her neck and started swinging us softly from left to right, now both my arms were wrapped around her waist and her arms found their way to my neck. She was softly caressing the hair that rested on the back of my neck.

To all our invites we looked happy, I was content, but I didn’t know if she felt the same way.

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wheredafandomat · 9 months

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Cherry Pie 🍒

Mob! Loki x female baker! reader

18+ | contains smut, slight breeding kink

Clearing away the things on the counter, you made your way to the cupboard, putting the flour away before you heard the door chime. It wasn’t long ago that you changed the open sign to closed however you stupidly didn’t lock the door. Huffing to yourself, you put the flour down before you called out.

“We’re closed.”

“Even for me.” You heard the stranger reply before your eyes widened at the rich familiar voice. Quickly, you made your way to the front of the shop.

“Mr Laufeyson.” You greeted, wiping your hands on your apron before realising even that was covered in flour too. You took it off, placing it on a table as you stepped towards him. “Please, take a seat.” You offered, gesturing to a table.

“Loki is fine.” He insisted, sitting down.

“I’ll get you a slice of pie.” You smiled as he sat.

“I was just passing through the area and thought why not say hello to my favorite baker,” he explained as you cut him a slice of pie, “and business partner of course.” He added as you squirted a little cream on top of it before bringing it to him with a fork. Once you were in front of him, you placed the plate on the table, taking a seat opposite him. He could sense your apprehension, he knew you that well. “What’s the matter?” He asked, picking the fork up.

“Look, Mr Laufeyson, I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.” You spoke evenly, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders at your admittance.

“Loki” he corrected you, dipping his index finger into the cream before bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out as he licked it off. Your eyes followed his movements as you subconsciously bit your lip. “I’m usually on a first name basis with the pretty women who serve me pie” he grinned, turning his attention to you “and my my, isn’t it delicious.” He finished, eyes roaming up and down your body as he licked his lips. You felt flustered under his gaze before he looked back down at his plate, cutting a piece off with the side of his fork before stabbing the severed piece and bringing it up to his mouth. “Start again, and say my name.”

“Loki” you began, taking a breath before you continued “I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.”

“Y/n” he sighed in fake dramatics “you wound me.” He smiled, placing his hand against his heart as he continued to eat, your eager eyes still following his movements. “Mmm” he hummed contently “cherry pie.”

“Your favourite.” You answered, swallowing thickly.

“Would you like a taste?” He offered.

“No I—” you started to protest before he presented a piece on his fork to your mouth.

“Open” he prompted you, eyes on yours. Opening your mouth, you welcomed the pie, already knowing it was delicious; it was a family recipe, a recipe that was now tainted by the image of Loki feeding it to you and his expression as he commanded you to open your mouth.

Using his thumb, he swiped off the cream that had landed on the corner of your mouth before bringing it to your lips. He didn’t have to prompt you to lick it off.

“Tell me y/n, why can’t things continue how they are?” He questioned, sitting back in his chair “it’s a good thing we’ve got going on here. I offer you my protection in his shady, dingy town in exchange for one of your vans once a fortnight” he shrugged “I mean, we do exchange other things too” he smirked “but that’s pleasure, not business.”

“I don’t want to be a part of it anymore, I don’t like the risk.” You sighed.

“So it’s the risk you don’t like” he pondered, standing to his feet “and here I was, clearly mistaken, thinking you liked taking risks” he spoke, making his way to you “tell me what I can do that’ll make you more agreeable” he probed, lowering his lips to your ear as he spoke behind you before placing his hands on your shoulders “do you want me to use my hands?” He asked, a smile evident in his tone “you seem to like them.” He added, noting how your breath hitched as he began massaging your shoulders.

“Loki.” You breathed.

“Or perhaps you want me to use my mouth” he countered, kissing your neck, your eyes falling closed. “Do you want me to tell you what I think y/n, I think you like the risk” he chuckled darkly before lowering his lips to your ear again “I think you find it thrilling.” He continued, kissing the nape of your neck. “Tell me, do I make you feel alive?”

“Loki.” You exhaled desperately.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

“I want you.” You relented.

It wasn’t long before you were on your feet, kissing Loki as you walked to the backroom. Your breaths were heavy between kisses, filling the space between you as he pushed you up against the table, lips venturing your chest. His hands found your body, both of them starting at your shoulders and moving down to your hips as he turned you around so that your back was against his chest as his kisses centred at the nape of your neck. Your breaths grew ragged as you felt his thumbs curling into the waistband of your jeans before he was tugging them down your legs along with your panties. You wordlessly stepped out of them, at the mercy of Loki Laufeyson. You felt his lustful kisses against the back of your legs, his lips working their way up to your thighs as his soft hands roughly pushed them apart. You gripped the edge of the table hard as his impatient kisses finally found your centre whilst he bent you over, opening you with his tongue.

“Fuckk.” You moaned as Loki licked his thumb, rubbing your clit with it as his tongue delved through your folds, exploring your sex. His hands cupped your ass, revealing more of you as he flattened his tongue against you before swiping across your clit leaving you panting like a bitch in heat. “Just like thattt.” You whimpered as he hummed against your pussy leaving vibrations reverberating through you. “I’m gonna cum.” You near cried as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Not yet” Loki beseeched, standing to his feet as the swelling pleasure that was building inside of you began to dissipate. You heard Loki undo his belt before you felt the tip of his cock breaching your sensitive entrance. “Is this what you want me to use?” He exhorted, his lips close to your ear again only this time glossy with your asousual.

“L-Loki.” You murmured, unable to string a sentence together as he ran the head of his cock through your folds before lining himself up with your entrance again.

“Will burying my cock deep inside of you make you more agreeable, more amenable, hmm?” He questioned, pushing more of his length inside of you. “Show me how affable you really are, I want to fuck the genial host I’m used to.” He grunted as he entered you completely, impaling you with his cock as you screamed his name in rapture. The table shook as he fucked you, pushing your back down against it as he held your waist. “See, I knew you liked taking risks” he grinned “I don’t even have a condom on and you’re still letting me fuck you.” He sniggered, slapping your ass.

“S-so good.” You choked out, swimming in pleasure, barely able to speak.

“Are you going to let me cum inside of you too, fill you with my seed?” He grunted, his strokes paced as you felt every ridge of his cock against your walls “you always lose all control when you’re filled with my hot seed” he gushed “sticky and panting, your natural state, isn’t that right my hospitable whore” he continued to goad, fucking you deeply. “Or maybe you want me to make you a doting mother?” He ventured, grinding his hips into yours, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Fuck!” You yelped in unaldorterated pleasure, his words driving you insane.

“You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you, maybe I should finally fuck a baby into you” he groaned, his climax fast approaching “would you like that?” He rushed out, staving off his orgasm, he needed your confirmation, your faux vows to really send him over the edge. You nodded frantically in response but that wasn’t enough. “Say it!” He ordered desperately.

“Yes! Fuck Loki yesss!” You yelled, hitting your peak as Loki’s thrusts turned disoriented, sloppy before he came, shooting his load deep inside you.

“Fuck!” He growled, spilling inside of you as you tried to slow your breaths.

Once you had both come down from your highs, Loki pulled out of you before sheathing himself again. Silently, you turned around, your legs shaky beneath you as you reached for your jeans.

“If you don’t want me to use your van, I won’t use your van” Loki eventually spoke “there are other ways for me to import and export.”

“Loki, wait.” You called after him as he turned to leave.

“You’ll still have my protection as long as I still get my cherry pie.” He winked before leaving.

Omg in the season 2 trailer, Mobius was telling Loki to eat the pie 😂

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moon-fics · 10 months

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A/n: I love this request because I love mafia AUs!! I sadly couldn't come up with any ideas as an actual fic, so I made headcanons for you to enjoy anyway!

Request: Hii, I hope you are having a good day! Can I request one with the mob! tom holland × reader where tom is really protective of his private life and everyone thinks he is non-committal and only hooks up for one night but actually, he has been with the same girl since he was 15 and they just get more in love every day 🥺🫶

Tom HATES sharing his personal life with the public

He will do everything in his power to keep his life private, especially from the newspaper

He only does it because anything can and will be used against him by many people who could easily take him down

So, even though the public yearns for details about him, nothing is really confirmed

There have been rumors that he sleeps around or can't keep a girl for more than a week

That's far from true bc this man has one love and it is you

He's been in love with you since high school before he became the powerful man he is today

Even though he can be intimidating and brutal, you know he's still the same dork that you met back in freshman year

He will do anything for you and only you

He refuses to let the tabloids know about your connection to him

He absolutely adores you in every way to the point where he won't denounce the rumors just to keep your identity hidden

He honestly doesn't mind being called a player because you both know he's far from it

At some point, the rumors about him sleeping around did bother you, but he quickly assured you that they'll never be true

Now, him keeping your private does not mean he's never in public with you

Quite the opposite, he's almost always in public with you

He just has people on the inside of the newsroom who do everything to stop headlines from running

This may seem like it's the opposite of privacy, but the public only gets information about him through the news

He hires people to block any photos that contain you and him, even at premieres or dinners

Not one paparazzi has successfully gotten a photo of him and you together

Even though he worries for your safety he would never lock you up and keep you inside

He enjoys going out with you, knowing he has other people keeping your identity safe

Not to mention his bodyguards admire you and are just as dedicated to protecting you

At the end of the day, you laugh at the rumors with him, pretending to catch him cheating and acting out dramatic scenes you saw in movies

#tom holland fluff #tom holland x fem #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland imagine #mob!tom holland #mob!au

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maple-the-awesome · 1 year

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Heir ||

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2,825

Requested by Anonymous: Okay so can u write (or if u don't take request can we just discuss?) about mob! Peter Parker when the reader is pregnant?? Like he'd be absolutely hyperactive and take care of her every second. Not leaving her for a sec alone and then taking all his work into his office at home bc he just wants to stay near to her. Constantly spoiling her and buying her everything she is craving, baby proofing the whole house, constantly having sex bc she is extra horny and then of course talking to her baby bump when he thinks she's fast asleep!! Just . So. Cute. I'm always a sucker for pregnant reader stories. Here you go 💜 Warning: Suggestive/Explicit content (nothing too detailed, but the request does involve a horny pregnant reader and Peter's a deliverer, sooo~)

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Peter Parker, a young tycoon from upscale New York who likes to attend the most lavish of social gatherings and only owns what is considered 'top of the line' be it clothes, jewelry, houses, cars - you name it, but that is, of course, a part of his carefully constructed public image. Hidden in secret and shadows, his name is one often whispered as a form of jinx from the mouths of the criminal class. They understand the red ink Mr. Parker's name is written with; they know the true nature of his work.

Peter has quite the reputation, to put it short. Extortion, loan sharking, and corruption of public officials can be considered the 'nicer' side of his dealings, although seeing the exact lengths most individuals go through just to avoid a frown upon his face, it can easily be concluded that he's perfectly willingly to go much further if business calls for it.

He's headstrong and cold meaning that, once he sets his mind to something, there is no convincing him otherwise unless a certain voice is to plead it. There is a voice that can speak louder than his all by a mere breath against his ear; a sound sweet enough to poison his every thought, shatter his iron will, and remove that fearsome reputation of his like a form of temporary baptism.

For you, his precious wife, there is only 'Peter', a loving husband so devoted to the one who holds his heart that he would remove mountains if you preferred the view, carve the earth until it's hallow if you desire a gown of rare gems, and set fire to all of New York just to see your face shine in the golden flames. For you alone, Peter will take a knee, being whatever pleases you, although at the moment, all you ask is that he accepts defeat.

It's quite amusing really. Within the years of your marriage, you've heard countless accounts about how savage and gruesome your dear husband is; the wolf from fairy tales or, more fitting to his nickname, a spider haunting the dreams of those with severe arachnophobia. You'd be more inclined to believe such stories if not for how adorable he currently looks, his legs sprawled out across the floor as he struggles to put together the complex design yet remains very adamant that he will not be accepting defeat against a pile of rosewood.

You've been here watching the scene for well over an hour now, sitting rather comfortably yourself in a new rocking chair while snuggled up in an equally young silk blanket, soft cotton pajamas, and wool socks with a warm mug of ginger tea housed in your hands.

Without anything else to truly do and knowing full well any offers of assistance will continue to be denied (you've tried), you have taken to either sitting or pacing about the room every now and again to stretch your aching back, but you make sure to do the latter sparring since you've discovered the more you move, the more you increase poor Peter's worry.

The record so far is five minutes before your husband is hovering at your side, fussing like a British nanny over something: do you need anything, princess? Medicine? Another blanket? Is it too cold in here? Too warm? Perhaps it's best if you go lay down or shall we go for a walk in the garden for some fresh air?

It's amusing to you how doting Peter can be - well, how much more doting he can be, is a better way of putting it. Truth be told, he has always been an attentive husband, existing at your every beckon and call despite his own busy work schedule.

Each morning, you awake to kisses down your collarbone and a freshly picked flower next to your plate at breakfast. Throughout the day, he spares every possible second that he can for your request, becoming all yours during those breaks no matter how short. Do you want to read together in the library? Eat lunch in the garden if he has that much time? Peter has never been against any suggestion regardless of how rushed he may be in the moment, going as far as to sneak into the nearest closest for…Well, you can probably use your imagination for that part.

Peter prides himself on rarely letting you down, pained too deeply by your tears and too afraid of your shouts (a funny thought considering what his job entails). Fortunately, your fights are few and far inbetween, his anger reserved for work alone, not his precious wife who, quite honestly, is the only good thing to enter his hectic life aside from May and even Ben when he was still around - Oh, and also that little life you currently carry within your womb; they’re a fairly recent add on to Peter's list of loved ones.

You remember it like just yesterday when you had first told him the news. You, yourself, had been a nervous wreck despite having been actively trying for children. All of your preparation and desires seemed to instantly go out the window in that moment, replaced by the weight of the world upon your shoulders as you stared at that little white test confirming for certain that you are, in fact, carrying the weight of a little world inside of you.

Pregnant? Are you really ready to do this? Can you really be a good mom or will you somehow mess it up? What if Peter was only pacifying you when he offered to fulfill your desire of bearing his children? What if he wasn't being honest then and actually detests the idea of children running around his mansion, screaming and creating messes as children typically do? So many worries plagued your mind that day, all put to rest once receiving Peter's true reaction.

It took him a minute - actually four - where he just stared at you, letting the wheels turn inside his head while carefully asking if you were being serious. Then, within seconds - which is no exaggeration -, you were within his arms, your face soon cupped in his hands as he tearfully asked you the same question again followed by giddy laughter when you confirmed it a third time.

Your husband has always been doting, however now that you hold his child - his heir - this behavior has been increased tenfold. You officially bear double the importance to him, thus any harm that may befall you would become his downfall leading to him collapsing in on himself like a dying star (excuse his dramatics). Therefore, Peter has amplified his protective and attentive behaviors, becoming a hyperactive presence in your life that can be admittedly overwhelming at times.

It began plainly enough with him moving all of his work to the home office where he could be within range of your calls for every second of the day. Parties, business trips, and anything else that would require traveling became forbidden, not that he ever cared much for them anyways. Security had also been added upon with Peter triple checking all interviews and background checks which were usually entrusted to his right-hand man, Miles, who has never steered him wrong before, but one can never be too careful.

While not bad in the beginning, Peter’s anxieties soon became suffocating. His innocent research into all things parenthood soon started viewing every piece of advice or recommendations as holy. The doctor said too much of something isn't good to eat? Then you won't taste a grain! There can be germs around the mansion that cause you illness? Everything must be washed! Everything! Oh, and the mansion must be entirely baby proof! Each corner, every nook and crank - Nothing left to chance! Simply put, Peter doesn't want to take any chances, treating you as if you're some sort of ticking time bomb which is, in a way, true given your horrendous mood swings at times.

For a while there, it felt that Peter was coming to you everyday with something new he wanted to try. Playing certain music to help the baby's development or drafting a new meal plan that gets rid of some of your favorites because a certain ingredient isn't 'good for you'. Being currently drained due to a changing body, you’ve been in no mood for Peter's 'crowding', and the meal thing had been your final straw. He unfortunately learned this the hard way when you finally lost your patience resulting in a full hour of shouting at him then another sobbing your apologies.

After that day, Peter has backed off a little. He still spends every night reading parent books which are left stacked at his bedside, but he's much more reasonable with his suggestions and has learned to not believe everything he reads, usually running it through Aunt May first just to be sure he won't get his head ripped off if he brings the information to you (yeah, you're not quite sure he's recovered from the trauma of your scolding, poor baby).

Of course, you can never truly be mad at Peter for caring, something he knows, too. Pregnancy is stressful both mentally and physically, thus it's lovely to have a husband just as willing to trek through the ugly as he is to observe the beauty.

As it's hopefully been made clear, he has no issue in spoiling you. Anything you want is yours to have. Are you craving some foreign food? He'll have it flown in or hire a special chief to prepare it just for you. Do you wish for cuddles? He'll move his schedule around the best he can to accommodate for a day in bed, snuggled in mounts of blankets as you rest comfortably in his arms. Even if you're suffering from horrible mood swings, be it awful crying or livid screaming, he will happily endure it feeling it's the least he can do in return for all his wife is doing for him.

Oh, and then there's the sex. Why hadn't anyone told you being pregnant would make you this horny? Some days, you're barely able to keep your hands off of poor Peter (not that he's actually suffering in any shape or form, quite the opposite). Of course, you blame him for it because not only did he make you this way, but he insists on being in the same room as you practically all hours of the day. How are you not to leap at him when he's sitting right there, looking all hot and sexy as he runs his hand through his hair or bites his lip in concentration while going over paperwork?

…Yeah...Peter's probably fucked you more than he's actually completed any of his work, but when your wife is sitting on top of your lap, peppering your neck in kisses and pawing at your erection all while swelling with your baby within her womb? What's a man to do?

Looking back at how perfect Peter has been, you don't think you could ever feel more confident in who you've married. He could've turned you away that first day you asked him to impregnate you, he could be doing the bare minimum without any personal inference just to keep you ‘happy’ and out of his hair, but instead, he has remained loyal to his responsibilities, going above and beyond in the name of pure love. It's enough to make you swoon (and maybe a little aroused, damn your hormones), however at the moment, you're a bit too tired to express any of it outwardly. Maybe later when you have the energy for something more physical.

Right now, you only wish to close your eyes, enjoying the warm sun which floods through the window at just the right angle that it blankets you in the rocking chair - something you're sure Peter took into consideration when planning the layout of this nursery. Bless him indeed.

You have zero intentions in moving, too warm and too at peace especially since the baby has finally stopped wiggling around like a little worm inside of you. Not wanting to disrupt the precious bean, you'll remain put in silence where you can both rest together.

You hear Peter give an exasperated groan from where he sits on the floor. Based on it, you're certain he must have his hands in his hair, tugging at the roots. Accompanied with the sound of him stretching his legs and the amount of time it takes him to actually stand up, you'd guess it must've been hell for his muscles to stay in such a position for so long, not that you feel that bad, only for a second at most. If you've survived seven months of your entire body aching, he can surely manage a numb feeling in his legs for a few minutes.

He tip toes over the hurricane of wood planks, but gives a good kick to some of the screws with a hissed breath and hands placed on his hips. He'll have to ask Miles for someone who can build this damned crib for him, he doesn't have the patience to fiddle with it any longer, but at least his anger is forgotten once he looks at you. The golden sun dressed over your face, the peaceful rest of your skin and slight part of your cherry lips as you take in each breath: you’re truly the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, a fact he is constantly reminded of especially in the small moments like this.

Peter wonders if your baby will take after you. He desperately hopes so, if not in appearance than at least in personality. He hopes that whoever they end up being, it isn't anything like him. Although he was happy to take Uncle Ben's place in the business, it wasn't what Ben wanted and, now that he is going to be a father himself, Peter finally understands that.

The more he thinks of his precious child, the more certain Peter becomes that he doesn't want them to be his heir. He doesn't want them to know violence or bloodshed, lies and deceit. He doesn't want them to tell the other children at school that their daddy is their hero - to ever think such a thing in admiration because that would just be the first step down his path.

He wants them to be like you. He wants them to be kind and patient, fair and dignified. He wants their love, yes, but he also wants them to be realistic as you are - to know that what he does for a living isn't truly a good thing and that they should strive to be something more, something better. They don't need to be proud of him, but he will forever be proud of them. That's what Uncle Ben wanted for him, and while he failed on that front himself, he hopes his child can do better; he'll do better by being around to lead them down that right path.

Kneeled in front of you, Peter whispers all these things, his hands gracing your swollen stomach as he makes a trail of endless promises to the unborn child who can’t process any of it at the moment, however that's fine; Peter will be there to remind them of his love throughout the rest of their life.

"...I can't wait to meet them..." He hushes, pressing his lips to your stomach in a long kiss. Only a few more months and he'll be able to do the same to their forehead. He'll likely never stop either, not if he remains this drunk on admiration towards them.

You smile, blinking open your eyes to gaze down at him, "They can't wait to meet you either."

"How do you know?" He challenges playfully, leaning into your touch when your hand rests upon his cheek, always so warm to him.

"Because they kick anytime they hear your voice," you explain, letting your other hand fall onto your stomach, "They were sleeping peacefully until you started talking. Now they’re wide awake waiting for you to say more."

"I'm sorry," he doesn't look it, a delighted smile still tugging at his lips. He always apologizes, although he's far from being meaningful. Sorry that you must endure so much pain and stress, but not sorry that it's all going to be for your beloved child. Nine months in return for a life which will continue to grow and carry the best traits of you both, isn’t that a good deal?

Fortunately for your husband, you have never been truly mad, agreeing that it’ll indeed be worth it in the end. Slumping back your head against the chair, you close your eyes again and hum as you remind him, "...Peter, they're waiting for you to say more."

He beams, dropping his head lightly against your stomach where his ear can press against your covered skin as if it’ll allow him the deepest connection with the life waiting inside, "Then I will say more."

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Baby Blues

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

Warnings: angst, postpartum struggles, anxiety

Summary: You’re struggling to get back to normal after the birth of your son

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“Tom please,” you groaned in frustration, “Please just stay a little longer. I just need you to keep an eye on him while I shower.”

“Darling I can’t, I’ve got to get to this meeting,” he kissed your forehead and gave you a sympathetic smile, “I know you’re worried, but he’s sleeping. He won’t notice if you slip away for a moment and take a shower.”

“Tom he’s too young, I can’t leave him on his own yet.”

“I’m not saying leave him alone, just leave the bathroom door open so you can hear him if he starts crying,” he cupped your face, “I’ve really got to get going alright? I promise I won’t be long though. If you're really that worried just wait until I get back.”

“O-Okay,” you blushed, “Have a good meeting.”

“Thank you Peach,” he kissed both of your cheeks and then your lips, “I’ll let you know when I’m on my way back.”

You sighed, watching as he disappeared out the door, leaving you alone with the baby once again. Luca was sleeping peacefully in his bassinet, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to leave him alone there, even if you were just a few feet away in the shower. You were too worried that he would roll onto his stomach or somehow hurt himself. So instead of showering you laid on the bed and watched him sleep in the bassinet. You held one of his hands while he slept, massaging the back of his soft hand with your thumb.

It was nice, relaxing even, but he didn’t stay asleep for long. Luckily he wasn’t in a fussy mood and after a quick diaper change he was happy to lay on the bed while you cooed at him. Relief flooded over you when Tom finally returned home, you couldn’t wait to shower and finally take a few minutes to yourself. Feeling good about yourself had been a struggle since giving birth, and not being able to spend much time on self care certainly didn’t help.

“Tom,” you smiled happily as he entered your bedroom, “I’m so glad you're home.”

“Ah, me too Peach,” he pressed his lips to your and turned his attention to Luca, “How’s the little monster? Not giving you too much trouble I hope.”

“He’s good, I just hanged him, he might get hungry soon,” you began explaining, “You can just grab me if you need me.”

“I can handle it,” he assured you as he scooped Luca out of your arms, “I’m sorry I made you wait love, I want you to go take a nice, long, relaxing shower to make up for it.”

You let out a deep breath and nodded, “I-I will. Just come get me if he needs something.”

“I will,” he kissed you again before he began to coo at the boy in his arms, “Come on little devil, let’s give mommy a little break,” he peaked up at you, “Go on love, I’ve got him.”

You nodded and took another deep breath before you disappeared into the bathroom. You took a long and very hot shower that left you feeling very clean and very relaxed, at least until you left the bathroom. Tom and Luca were no longer in the bedroom where you’d left them, and it instantly sent your mind into a panic. Worriedly you ran to the nursery, but they weren’t in there either. Your heart was pounding and your mind was in overdrive, you were nearly in tears when you threw open Tom’s office door. At last you found them, Tom was seated at his desk with Luca’s bassinet right beside him.

Tom glanced up at you, a frown coming to his lips when he noticed how upset you looked, “What’s wrong Peach?”

You flushed angrily and stomped over to the bassinet. You lifted Luca out of it and cradled him to your chest, “You can’t just run off with him like that Tom!” you snapped as you rocked the boy in your arms, “How could you do that?!”

He went wide eyed, “I didn’t run off with, I just brought him to my office. We were only a few meters from you.”

“But I didn’t know where he was!” tears welled up in your eyes as you yelled at him, Luca started to bawl almost instantly, “A-And you’re supposed to be watching him!”

“I was watching him love, I had him right beside me,” he stood up, a deep frown etched on his face as he approached you, “Sweetheart what’s wrong?”

“You weren’t watching him!” you started to sob and pressed your lips to Luca’s head to try and calm him, “I-I didn’t know where he is and you just left him sitting there! I need to know where he is Tom, he’s just a baby.”

“I know, but I only took him to my office,” he rubbed your arms gently to try and soothe you, “Take a deep breath love, I’m sorry I scared you so bad but I promise I was taking care of him. He fell asleep so I laid him down, I wouldn’t just leave him there if he was awake.”

You took a deep, shaky breath and tried to compose yourself, “I just don’t want you taking him places and not telling me about it.”

“And I would never take him somewhere outside of the house without telling you,” he promised, pressing a kiss to one of your wet cheeks, “I only brought him to my office Peach.”

“But I’m his mom Tom, I should always know where he is. H-H needs me for everything, he’s only a month old.”

“I know Peach, I understand,” he cupped your face carefully, “I think you’re overreacting a bit though, and you seem really stressed. Why don’t I watch Luca today? You can go relax and take a little me day.”

“I was relaxed,” you flushed and turned away from him, “But then I couldn’t find my son and I got worried.”

“(y/n), it’s okay if you need help,” he brought you close to him again, “I know this has been way more stressful for you than it is for me and you’re trying to deal with postpartum stuff too, but I’m here for you, you can lean on me if you need to.”

“I don’t need help!” you back away from him again, “I’m not having problems Tom, h-he’s my son and I’m perfectly capable of taking care of him.”

“I didn’t say you weren’t love, I'm just trying to help,” he tried again, “I want to be here for you if you’re struggling.”

“I’m not,” you glared at him, “I’m taking Luca to the nursery. I need you to put the bassinet back in our room.”

“I will,” he promised with a sigh, “I love you.”

You just pursed your lips and left the room.

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Tom decided to swing by the nursery around 2 to check on you and Luca. Luca was staring up at you while he ate, Tom watched as you cooed affectionately at him. He smiled at the sight and came to stand beside the rocking chair you were in.

“How are you darling?” he set his hand on your shoulder.

“Fine.”

“Wonderful, and how’s our little man?” he reached down to rub Luca’s cheek, “Eating lots, getting nice and strong?”

“Don’t bug him while he’s eating,” you scolded.

“Sorry,” he leaned over and kissed the top of your head, “Have you eaten yet Peach?”

You shook your head, “No, I haven’t had time.”

“You have to take care of yourself too,” he hummed, brushing some of your hair out of your face, “How about I go make you something and bring it up?”

“Will you stay and eat with me?” you blushed and looked up at him.

He nodded, “Of course, I’ll be right back.”

Tom ran to the kitchen and made a couple sandwiches for you both, he grabbed some fruit too, and a big water bottle for you. When he returned to the nursery you were burping Luca, patting his back and gently cooing at him. Tom offered to help but you refused so he sat up lunch on the floor for you instead. He pulled out a small cushioned mat and mobile for Luca and asked you to sit, but again you refused.

“He hasn’t burped yet,” you’d switched from standing to sitting with Luca laying down over your lap.

“You’ve been at it for a while Peach, maybe he just doesn’t have to burp,” he suggested, squeezing your leg gently, “Why don’t you put him on the mat for a little while so you can eat?”

You took a deep breath and nodded, “Okay, yeah.”

Tom kissed the back of one of your hands and took Luca from you. He carefully laid him on the mat and waited for you to join him. Tom had made sure to sit Luca beside him so he could take care of him if need be and you could focus on eating.

“Dig in,” he smiled at you.

A small smile graced your lips as you bit into the sandwich, “Thank you for making lunch.”

“I’m happy to do it,” he cleared his throat before continuing, “I’m sorry about earlier love.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed and blushed, “I-I know I overreacted, it’s just hard to be away from him right now. I get really anxious when he isn’t with me. I mean I’m his whole world right now, he needs me for everything.”

“I know he does darling,” Tom scooted closer to you and set his hand on your leg again, “It’s alright if you're feeling anxious or scared or anything else, I just need you to tell me so I can help you. I want to be here for you, and him. The last thing I ever want to do is make this harder on you.”

“Y-You aren’t,” you sighed, “You’re the only person I trust with him Tom. It’s just hard right now, I worry about him all the time, I just want to do everything right.”

“You are,” he assured, planting a kiss on your forehead, “(y/n) you’re a wonderful mother, it’s just like you said, you’re his whole world, he absolutely adores you. It’s okay if you're struggling with the postpartum stuff, the doctor said it can be really hard on some people, we can go talk to her about it if we need to.”

“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I’m okay, I’m just adjusting still. I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You don’t have to apologize, I understand that you’re under a lot of pressure and you’re hardly sleeping,” he frowned, “You know we could try the bottle again.”

You quickly shook your head, “No, no, he hated it Tom.”

“I know, but that was two weeks ago. They said between two and four weeks, it might be better now,” he sighed as Luca started to cry, you tried to get up to help but he stopped you, “Eat your lunch, I’ll take care of him.”

“He probably needs a pacifier,” you suggest.

“I got it Peach, just relax,” he took the small boy in his arms and began rocking him. Quickly the boy quieted down and began to coo up at his father, “If we got him on the bottles then I could start getting up with him in the night too, that way you could get some more sleep.”

Watching Tom rock him made you smile and you nodded, “Okay, but if he doesn’t like it still I don’t want to push him.”

“That’s alright, we’ll just give it another try,” he ticked the boy's stomach, “And you’re gonna start using those bottles aren’t you brat? You’ve been keeping your mom up non stop, she needs to sleep.”

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Luca had been much more receptive to the bottles when you tried them again. It was nice because it allowed Tom to feed him at night so you could start catching up on some much needed sleep. Unfortunately the extra sleep did nothing to calm your nerves. You still couldn’t stand to be away from Luca for more than a few minutes, and you hated to see anyone but you and Tom holding him. Tom’s parents had come to visit and it took everything in you not to snap at his mom while she held Luca. You felt awful, you loved and trusted Nikki with all of your heart, but the second she picked him up your mind began spiraling to a million worst case scenarios.

Struggling so hard made you feel awful, like you were a bad mom. You thought both your son and husband deserved better, but you kept your struggles to yourself. Tom did his best to help you but work kept him very busy, and it was hard to get through to you when you wouldn’t open up to him. That’s why he had again brought up the idea of going talking to your doctor about possible postpartum struggles, but you just couldn’t stand to hear it. Everything he said just amplified your own anxious thoughts, you couldn’t handle Tom also thinking that you were a bad mother.

“I don’t need help Tom!” you snapped at him as soon as he brought the idea up, “I’m perfectly fine! You’re not even around enough to realize how fine I am!”

His cheeks flushed and his eyes widen, “I-I’m sorry, if you need me around more th-”

“No! That’s not what I said!” you pinched your nose in frustration. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you just wanted him to think you were capable, “I’m just saying you’re not here all the time. I am perfectly fine okay? I can take care of our son, I’m gonna be a good mom. I’m just adjusting still, I can’t get used to all of this overnight.”

“I don’t expect you too, we both knew things would be different,” he reached for you, a deep frown came to his lips when you pushed him away, “It just seems like you're really struggling here and I want to help. I don’t want you to feel so stressed out all the time, and it’s alright if you don’t want to talk to me about it, but your doctor-”

“Will you stop bringing up the fucking doctor?!” you cut him off, suddenly tears were welling in your eyes and you found yourself crying again, “I don’t want to talk to the fucking doctor Tom. I don’t want to, I don’t need to, I-I can do this.”

You’re yelling had woken up Luca, causing him to start crying in his bassinet. Tom looked between you and him, his mouth hanging open as he debated what to do. Of course he wanted to reach out and comfort you but Luca demanded his attention. So he got out of bed and scooped the boy from his bassinet before sitting down on the edge of the bed. He cooed at the boy and rocked him while you sniffled alone on your side of the bed.

“(y/n)?” Tom peaked over you.

You refused to look at him, instead drawing your legs to your chest and hugging yourself tight, “What?”

“I love you.”

“Yeah, you too,” you mumbled into your knees.

“Do you wanna take him for a second?” he offered a now calmed Luca to you with a smile, “Look, he’s smiling at you, I think he wants you,” the tiniest smile graced your lips and you opened up your arms to take the baby from him. Tom wiped your eyes as he handed him over, “See? He totally adores you.”

You rocked Luca for just a moment before he started to sob once more. You felt your own anxiety spiking again and passed him back to Tom so he could sooth him again. Tom blushed as he took him, he apologized to you as he rocked the boy in his arms. He started to settle again and your heart dropped into your stomach.

“It’s probably his stomach,” Tom tried to assure you, “I mean he ate a little bit ago, he’s about due for a new diaper.”

You felt so awful and you were already so exhausted that you just didn’t have it in you to say anything else. You didn’t want to argue with him about doctors or whether or not you needed help, and you didn’t want to stay up and watch Tom take care of your son when you couldn’t. So you rolled over while Tom climbed out of bed, deciding it would be better for you to stare at the wall until you fell asleep.

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When you woke up the following morning you were still exhausted. Tom had gotten up with Luca throughout the night in an effort to let you get some more sleep, but it hadn’t really helped. Your anxiety kept you up through most of the night.

It certainly didn’t help that Luca had been in a fussy mood all morning. Nothing could keep his attention for more than a few minutes and when you sat down to try and feed him he refused to latch. He just kept crying and you did your best to soothe him while you moved him to your other breast, hoping that would fix the issue.

You ran into the same problem of him refusing to latch and you had no idea what to do. You tried some things the doctors told you could help him latch but none of them helped. He was obviously hungry, and you were trying to help, but he just wouldn’t eat. You felt awful listening to him cry and you tried to rock him and sooth him the best you could but nothing helped. It became too much for your sleep deprived mind and you found yourself starting to cry too.

“Come on Luca, you’ve got to eat,” you tried to prompt him, “We’ve done everything else, I know you’re hungry. We’ve done it a million times, you’ve just got to latch on okay? Come on,” you tried again but he only started crying harder when you brought his mouth to you, which made you cry even harder too, “I’m trying so hard Luca, I’m sorry, please eat for me.”

When Tom walked into the nursery he found the rocking chair facing the window, gently rocking back and forth. Luca was crying and when he stepped closer he was shocked to find you were sobbing just as hard. You had him cradled to your chest, like he was about to eat, but he was just bawling.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked curiously.

“He won’t eat,” you sobbed, “I-I’ve been trying and trying and he just won’t latch on. I don’t know what to do Tom. I know he’s hungry but he won’t eat, I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You aren’t doing anything wrong,” he assured you, pressing a kiss to your forehead before he bent down in front of you, “Why don’t I grab a bottle and give that a try? It seems like you could use a minute.”

Reluctantly you nodded and passed Luca to him. Tom rocked the boy in his arms and cooed at him while he warmed up a bottle. Luca calmed down a bit while his father rocked him, but he kept crying until the bottle was ready. With no effort at all Tom got him to take the bottle, he stopped crying in an instant and made happy little sounds while he ate.

“There we go buddy. That’s better right?” Tom poked his nose with a smile, “Just wanted to be a brat huh?”

You were happy he was eating, but you hated how easily Tom had calmed him and gotten to eat. You hated that he’d taken the bottle over you. He was barely over a month old, he was supposed to love you more than anything in the world, but he’d picked a plastic bottle over you. It made you feel awful and reminded you of your failure to be the kind of mother he deserved. All you wanted to do was curl up in bed and cry.

“Tom?” you sniffled.

He smiled over at you, “Do you wanna take over?”

You shook your head, “No, I-I just really need some sleep. Could you watch him for a little while?”

“Of course,” he nodded, “Take all the time you need, I’ll stay with him.”

“Thank you,” your hands trembled as you stood.

Tom leaned over to give you a kiss, you barely let your lips brush his before you left the room. You ran right to your bedroom and threw yourself onto the bed. You pulled a pillow to your chest and ended up crying yourself to sleep there.

While you were sleeping Tom took care of Luca, but he came by your room to check on you. He found you were curled up on your bed, clutching a pillow with puffy, tear stained cheeks and red eyes. It made him feel awful, he wanted so badly to help you but he wasn’t sure how. He knew he couldn’t let you continue to feel so awful, he had to do something. Just talking to you didn’t seem like a great idea since last time he tried to get you to open up you’d just ended up fighting. Instead he ended up calling Harrison and his brothers over to help him come up with something. After a bit of plotting, Sam helped him cook a nice dinner for you and he went up to your room to wake you up. You were groggy and tired as he pulled you over to the nursery where Harrison was waiting.

“Why is Harrison here?” you blushed.

“Because he’s going to watch Luca for us,” Tom smiled happily at you but your heart rate skyrocketed instantly, “I know you don’t like being away from him though, so we aren’t going to go far. I just thought you and I could have a nice dinner down in the garden. Harrison will watch Luca and Sam and Harry are here too in case he needs help, but I’m sure he won’t.”

You pursed your lips, reluctant to hand over the baby in your arms, “I-I don’t know Tom.”

“(y/n) you don’t have to worry,” Harrison assured you, he stepped up to you with open arms, “You two will be just down stairs, I promise I’ll take the best care of him in the world.”

“Harrison is his godfather,” Tom reminded you, “We decided we trust him enough to raise him, I’m sure we can leave him in his care for just a few hours.”

“I do trust him,” you blushed, “B-But he’s so young.”

“I could come down there with you,” Harrison offered, “If you’d rather he be close to you I could come down and sit just a few feet away with him the whole time. It’s okay if you’re anxious about it, but Tom told me you’ve been really stressed and I want to help however I can. Even if it’s just watching the baby for a night.”

You took a deep breath before you passed Luca over to him, “I-It’s okay, you can stay up here with him. Just promise you’ll come get us if he gets too fussy?”

“Of course, go enjoy your date,” he wrapped his free arm around you and kissed the top of your head, “Try and relax a little.”

You nodded and kissed Luca’s head, “Be good for Hazzy okay?”

“He will be, he wants his mom to have a nice relaxing evening,” Tom kissed your cheek and took your hand, “Come on, let’s get some food in you.”

Tom led you downstairs, Harry and Sam were busy at work in the kitchen finishing dinner and dessert for you. They greeted you happily and insisted you go sit down and let them take care of you. Outside was a small outdoor dining table and chairs you and Tom had eaten at a lot before Luca was born. The fresh air felt nice and helped ease your nerves about being away from Luca.

“It’s nice out here,” you commented, “I don’t think I’ve been outside in a few weeks.”

“Dinner’s here!” Harry interrupted, beaming as he sat a plate in front of each of you, “I hope you’re both hungry.”

“It’s not good for you love,” Tom squeezed your thigh.

“I know, but I don’t want Luca to get sick.”

You giggled while he played waiter for you both, “Thanks Harry.”

“You’re welcome, enjoy,” he winked while he walked away.

Tom chuckled, “I helped Sam with some of the cooking so I hope it’s good.”

“I’m sure it will be,” you couldn’t help but glance up at the nursery window, “Did he eat again?”

Tom nodded, “Yeah, just a little bit ago, and he’s got plenty of bottles up there,” Tom frowned as your face fell, “What’s wrong?’

“Nothing,” you bit your cheek, “I-I’m trying not to worry about him too much.”

“It’s okay if you are. We can talk about it.”

You looked away shamefully, “It’s okay, I’m sure I’ll get over it.”

“Not if you don’t talk about it,” he pushed again, “I don’t want to fight again, but I really want to help you, and I know you’re struggling. You spent half of today crying, I hate seeing you like that.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you tried again, “I’ll be okay Tom.”

“It is a big deal, you’re my wife, I want to take care of you,” he scooted his chair closer to yours so he could take both of your hands, “I can tell you're struggling but I need you to let me in so I can help you. I feel awful (y/n), we’ve never had problems like this, I-I don’t know if I did something or what but I just want to fix it.”

Your bottom lip started to quiver and you felt your eyes starting to water again, “It’s not you Tom.”

“Then what is it? Please let me help, I’m your husband, I love you so much. I just want to give you, and our son, the best life I can.”

“I-It’s Luca,” you mumbled, sinking into your chair to try and hide, “I feel so anxious all the time. I hate it when I’m not with him, I hate it when anyone else holds him. I feel like I can’t trust anyone but you with him, and I just don’t know what to do. I feel like such a bad mom. I don’t understand why I’m struggling so much, a-and then today I couldn’t even feed him!” you were sobbing at that point, “He’s just a baby, he’s supposed to need me still.”

“(y/n),” he pulled you to his chest so you could sob against him, “You aren’t a bad mom, it’s alright to struggle. And he absolutely does need you, he might just prefer the bottle sometimes. It doesn’t mean anything, you’re still the one providing for him.”

“What if I never get better? What if I’m just terrified all the time and I smother him and he ends up hating me.”

“You won’t, I promise you won’t,” he rocked you in his arms while he spoke, “There is nothing wrong with needing help with this, struggling doesn’t make you a worse mom. The doctor told us lots of people struggle with postpartum, remember? And I’ve been doing a little research on it, it’s a lot more common than you think. You just had a baby, your hormones are crazy right now, and your body is trying to heal. It would be unfair to expect you to get better overnight,” he let out a deep sigh, “I know a lot of this is on me too. I haven’t been there as much as I should be, I shouldn’t be working right now. I should be taking time off so I can take care of you and Luca, I’m sorry I haven’t been carrying my weight here.”

You blushed and shook your head, “It’s not your fault Tom, I know you’re doing what you can.”

“I haven’t been doing enough,” he kissed the side of your head, “Look I talked to Harrison and my brothers and they’ve agreed to take charge for a while so I can take a step back and focus on you and Luca. It’s what I should have done from the beginning, I’m sorry that I didn’t.”

“You don’t have to do that Tom.”

“Yes I do, you’re my wife, and he’s my son. You two are my whole world, I need to be there for both of you,” he wiped your eyes while you sniffled and tried to calm yourself again.

“I-I’m sorry Tom,” you choked on your own words as you spoke.

“Sorry?” he frowned, “Darling you have nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who fucked up.”

“B-But things have been so different,” you looked away from him, “I’m always tired and I look like shit all the time. My bodies all fucked up annd we can’t even have sex anymore, y-you deserve better than that.”

“Don’t ever say something like that to me again,” he said sternly, “Your body is not fucked up, your body just gave us our son, and now it needs time to heal, you need time to heal. I’m so sorry you’ve been feeling so bad about yourself, but I hope you know I still think you’re the most gorgeous person in the world, and I promise I always will. There is nothing on earth I would rather have than you and our son, I’m the luckiest person in the whole universe,” he pulled you back to him and you buried your head in his chest, “Now it’d be stupid for me to say I don’t care about sex, because I obviously like having sex with you, but I don’t expect that from you, and I never will. If you never wanted to have sex again it wouldn’t make me love you any less.”

“I wanna have sex again,” you mumbled against his chest, making him laugh and squeeze you again.

“Yeah I do too, I’d like to give Luca some brothers and sisters,” he sighed and rubbed your back gently, “But you know if this is too much and you don’t want to have any more kids after this then that’s okay too. All I want is for you to get better so we can enjoy our son together.”

“I just wanna be normal and be able to do things with him without freaking out.”

“You’ll get there darling, it’ll get better,” he promised, “And I’ll be here every step of the way for whatever you need.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you pulled back from him just enough to press your lips to his, “Luca’s really lucky to have you as his dad, and I’m even luckier to have you as my husband.”

“Are you crazy? We’re obviously the lucky ones,” he nuzzled his nose against yours, “I know you’ve been pretty against going to the doctor, and I don’t want to upset you by bringing it up again, but I really think you should think about it. She knows how to help you with this, and as much as I love you, I don’t have that. She'll be able to help you better than me, or anyone else, can.”

You flushed but ended up nodding, “I-I want to go see her Tom, I want to feel better. I want to be able to sleep more and take him out places and let other people hold him.”

“You will, I promise you will. We’ll call her first thing tomorrow so we can get in as quickly as possible,” he placed one of his hands on your cheek, “There’s nothing wrong with needing help, and there’s lots of people around you that love you and want to help you. I mean just look at tonight, Haz and my brothers dropped everything so they could be here for you. We all wanted to give you a nice night and help you relax for a little while. I promise we’ll all be here to help you get better too.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his neck. For the first time since you’d come home from the hospital you finally felt at peace. You knew it would still take time to get better, but it was a start. It was comforting just to know Tom would be there with you from now on, that you could lean on him until you were better.

“Thank you for doing all this Tommy,” you mumbled against his neck.

“You’re welcome Peach,” he kissed your head and squeezed you against him, “You really don’t have to mention it though, I’m just trying to be a good husband.”

“You’re the best husband.”

“You’re perfect,” he nuzzled his nose against yours again before he kissed you, “I love you.”

“And you’re the best wife,” he chuckled, “So how does my gorgeous wife feel about finishing our dinner? Then maybe we can talk about something that won’t make you cry for a while?”

You nodded, “That sounds perfect Tom.”

You smiled wide and pressed your lips to his again, “I love you too.”

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Forbidden romance with Mob!Loki

“We could just leave. Together”.

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Mob!tom oneshot teaser

A/n: surprise surprise! I’m working on this oneshot of a mob!tom au and it’s almost done. I feel like I’ve been gone for so long so decided what the heck here’s a tiny teaser and I hope you guys like it and stick around the the fic. Much love ❤️

It was wrong place wrong time. You and Tom had planned to go out on a date that night, seeing as it’s been months since you both had spent quality time together.

You decided to just keep it simple and take a walk and eat some ice cream from your favorite place in London.

Taking a stroll all the while Tom is telling you about his day, how horrible it was, how some guy owed him tons of money and how much he missed you.

You always took his mind off of his work. Looking back, you knew what you were getting into when you started dating.

After all, you yourself had come from the second most powerful mob in London. Your father though kept you in the dark about a lot of things, seeing as he wanted to protect you but now this is your life permanently.

Many always tried to take down Tom and his mob and all were unsuccessful. That meant he always had full protection on the mansion and on you specifically.

And Tom looking back now, he was regretting not having a guard with him on you guys’ date. You specifically asked today, that it would just be you and him and that you were tired of having someone follow the both of you around and you talked about how you just wanted today to be private. Just you and Tom.

“Tom, T-Tom please,” you cried out.

“We’re almost there darling, stay with me,” he strained, choking back his sobs.

“I can’t, I c-ca-an’t,” you choked out in pain.

Tom stepped on the gas and held you hand his his kissing your knuckles and putting pressure on your wound on the side of your torso.

“Hey-hey, y/n, stay with me, stay awake okay, we’re almost home!”

….

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spidernerdsblog · 2 years

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Can i requet from the MMIH series, where nathan and Leah are just like training combat difences and then out of no were leah gets her period, and a little blood runs down her inside thigh and nathan freaks out starts acting nice to her since he has no clue about menstraition and stuff, and leah takes advantage of himm

the twins are around 15 here. hope you like this. let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (mob au series)

a bloody prank

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : sibling banter, period talk

The school football team were up against the South end high this Friday and being the team captain Nathan was relentlessly training with the team at school and sweating it out in the gym when home. Nailah being the number one supporter of her brother was helping out with his daily exercises. She was holding his knees as he did his crunches effortlessly. Nathan sat up completing the second set when his eyes spotted something along the sides of Nailah’s legs.

“Hey, what’s that on your leg?” he stopped in between to ask.

“What?” Leah frowned and looked down her legs to find a long red stain on her gray yoga pants. “Oh shit!” she cursed, muttering under her breath about how her cycle was a few days late this month and a little warning would’ve been appreciated because now she has to go and change.

“Leah, you alright?” Nate’s voice was full of concern.

“Yeah it’s nothing Nate.” she waved her hands nonchalantly.

“It’s not nothing…” he looked at it carefully and panicked. “Oh my god you’re bleeding!”

Nailah was about to tell him that it isn't anything to be worried about but then a mischievous idea went across her head.

“Oh Nate.” Nailah sighed deeply, shaking her head with remorse. “How do I even tell this to you?”

“What? What is it?” Nathan was getting more worried by the minute.

“I’m sick.”

“Sick?” He quickly got up on his feet.

“Yeah, have been for the last one year.” she pursed her lips with a sad look on her face.

“Do mum and dad know?”

“Yeah they were one who decided it was better not to tell you or else you’ll get upset. The doctor said it’s serious and it might take years for me to get better.” the lie coming out of her mouth flawlessly as she simultaneously tries hard not to break character and start laughing like a maniac watching the look on Nathan’s face.

“Oh god Leah why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He cradled her face with his hands. “I’m your brother sissy I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

Which made Nailah a tiny bit guilty for messing with him like this. “That’s very sweet of you Nate.”

“How do you feel right now?”

“A bit dizzy, just want to lie down for a while.” That was true though she was actually feeling tired.

“It’s ok, everything will be ok.” he assured her. “I'll carry you to your room then you can rest.” Before she could protest he lifted her in his arms and carried her back to her room.

“Thank you Nate.” she said as he was about to walk out her room to give her some privacy.

“Anything for you.” he smiled.

After changing out of her clothes Nailah had planned to tell him that it was all a prank but he didn't give her a chance as he ordered her to stay in bed and brought her soup. She could get used to this she thought because on a normal day Nathan would never do this.

“Just tell me what you need?” he said sitting at the edge of her bed.

“Ice cream and some chips would be really nice."

“Coming right up.”

“Also can I play with your psp?” She knew the answer would be a big no but it’s worth a shot.

“Yes you can, Leah.” he said with a warm smile.

Woah what is happening? Did the sun rise in the opposite direction today? Nathan would die before letting anyone touch his gaming console.

You and Tom were out for a business meeting so when you returned you were met with your son in the living room with bags of chips and an ice cream tub in his hand.

“Nate, where are you taking all this stuff?”

“Mum, dad thank god you’re back!” he let out a sigh of relief.

“Why what’s wrong?” you asked.

“Leah…” and Tom perked up beside you with just the mention of her name.

“What happened to her?” he demanded.

“She’s very sick.” he informed.

“What?!” both of you said at the same time.

“Yeah she was bleeding…” Tom was already climbing the stairs two at a time without even listening to the rest of it. “and then felt all dizzy.”

“Ok bud calm down and tell me everything.” you said taking the ice cream tub and chips out of his hand and placing it on the coffee table.

“Leah! Leah!” Nailah heard and quickly sat up on her bed as Tom came bursting into her room. “What happened? Are you sick, love?” he sat down beside her on the bed.

Now it was getting out of hand as Nailah wondered how to calm her dad who worried with the littlest things when it comes to her. “No Daddy, I’m fine.”

“But your brother said you were bleeding.”

“It’s nothing daddy…” she couldn’t say anything further as you entered her room with Nathan on tow who was scowling. Oops, the secret is out.

“Nailah Estella Holland.” you said sternly “I didn’t expect this from you. Why did you lie to your brother like that?”

“Y/N, don’t scold her she’s sick.” Tom interrupted.

You scoffed. “Oh your darling daughter is perfectly fine I can assure you that.” Then you looked at Nailah. “I think you've got some explanation to do young lady.”

“I’m sorry I lied, I'm not sick.” she mumbled looking down at her hands on her lap.

“But I clearly saw blood on her pants,” Nathan said, still confused.

“I think we need to sit down for this one.” you said sitting at the foot of the bed and Nathan does the same. “Listen to me carefully I don't know how much they have told you in the sex ed classes at your school ”

“Ugh mum.” Nathan groans.

“I know, I know it’s a bit awkward but it’s important that you know bubs.” you said with understanding. “So you have a basic idea of how the uterus works right? How every month an egg is released and…”

“Yeah yeah mum I know all that.” Nathan was already feeling impatient wanting a way out of this.

“Ok so when there is no baby where do you think all that buildup inside the uterus goes? It can’t stay inside the body right?” he nodded as you continued. “So every month it comes out as blood.”

“What?” Nathan was visibly surprised. “Is that good?”

“Yes it is perfectly normal every girl gets it when they reach a certain age. And it’s not at all life threatening.” you shot a glare at your sweet daughter who buried her face into her father’s shoulder. “It lasts for a week and during that time we feel tired and a little moody.”

“Little moody?” Tom’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise as Nailah giggles by his side because after all he is the one who has to go through the brunt of your not so little mood swings during that time of the month.

“You said something?” you shot an icy glare at his direction prompting him to shut up.

“Nothing at all, darling.” Nailah finds it really amusing how her father who can make grown men wet their pants is only scared of you and of course grandma.

“So that’s it Nate it’s just the regular menses nothing to be worried about.” you reassured him.

“Am I still getting my ice cream?” Nailah piped in and received a dirty look from Nathan.

“Go, get it yourself.” he grumbled.

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wannabemobwife · 2 years

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Guns, Glamour and Goodfellas Part 2 - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress

Dad!Mob!Tom Holland x Mom!Mob!Reader Fanfic

-Pairings: Tom Holland x Reader, Rosie Holland x Henry Osterfield, Rosie Holland x Linus Perry

-Warnings: kidnapping, language, typos (sorry if I missed any, been a while since I've posted

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Chapter 1: Time is a Cruel Mistress

Seeing him took her back, back to that night where she was beaten and tortured, begging to be rescued. The night where she lost the closest person to her.

The one where she cried so much, she couldn’t talk for the next few days after. Maybe she could or maybe she chose not to.

Talking entailed talking about him, her brother Parker who was supposedly dead. Reliving the memories that gave her so much joy. Trying to remember the smile that once struck his face. All that was too hard. So no talking it was.

But now, all she wanted to do was talk and scream and throw a fit as he stood 3 feet in front of her.

The brother she thought she had bid farewell to 3 years ago stood in front of her. Rosie observed the creases that adorned his face, marking his age. He was different. Parker appeared sadder and more lost unlike the last time she saw him. No longer her lively and happy brother.

Just from the looks of his face, she could read the burden he had faced. His eyes drooped, revealing tired bags under them. And his smile seemed to have disappeared. Lost but hopefully not forgotten.

For Rosie seeing him for the first time, since that fateful night, memories came flooding back of the children they were together.

Only glimpses, but that’s all there was. Life was always so sheltered for the both of them. Explanations wouldn’t be give as to why Tom would come home bloodied and beaten. But now Rosie was living that life.

Someday, going to have to explain to her kids the life their mommy led. She was envious of Parker in that way. He managed to escape, but in one fell swoop losing everything he loved most.

Memories tried to make their way into Rosie’s mind but she just sat there, resolute and bound to a chair waiting for a worthwhile excuse that would never come. Parker would never understand the pain and suffering, everyone went though grieving him.

Parker honestly had no clue how to talk to Rosie. After all the years, he didn’t know if they could ever be the same kids they were. “What, no hugs for your long lost brother?” Parker quipped, stepping into the light. Highlighting all his features. “You tied me up, dumbass,” Rosie remarked. Markings from the rope imprinting on her skin. “And what for? Thought I’d run if I knew it was you?”

“I don’t know. The last thing you remember is me being dead,” Parker reminded her. “It kind of screws with peoples’ mind when the see an alive person who is meant to be dead.”

“You’re not a zombie, P. There was no point in kidnapping me,” Rosie rolled her eyes so far they almost got stuck behind her head.

“I missed you. Is that enough? It is our birthday, for god sakes!” Parker exclaimed.

“Before I admit that I missed you too, how are you alive? Parker, we all buried you and cried over you. This entire time you’ve been alive!?!” Rosie demanded, begging for answers.

“I’m sorry. I really am. I left to keep you all safe. Carter threatened me.” Parker’s head hung low, the guilt consuming him. “Carter? He’s alive?” Rosie asked, fearful of his answer.

“No. He’s dead, I made sure of it.”

“If you knew he was dead, why did you leave?” Rosie pleaded, pushing back the tears that pricked at her eyes.

“He mentioned other mobsters willing to come out of the wood work who had intimate knowledge of a pretty penny for my head.” Parker’s voice grew low, trailing off.

“Why didn’t you just come to dad? He would’ve known what to do,” Rosie begged.

“I risked everyone’s lives once, I wasn’t going to make that a regular thing.”

“As sweet and endearing as making us think you perished in the flames, I can and have been taking care of myself.” Rosie had grown up a lot since he last saw her. No longer his timid but sweet sister, now she was a force to be reckoned with.

Grown men were said to cower at her name. Rosie had made a name for herself.

“I know, Ms. Big Shot mobster. As a matter of fact you stole my job,” Parker joked.

“Well sorry not sorry, you faked your death. What was I supposed to do, give up the crown for your burned body.”

“Yeah, yeah. Water under the bridge.”

“I think we are just about to cross that bridge now. Now, tell me what you have been doing these past 3 years.” Rosie quickly changed the subject.

***

“What the fuck do you mean Rosie is missing? She was kidnapped?” Tom thundered, as you tried to calm him down. Rubbing soft circles on his back.

“I don’t know, possibly. All I know is that I left her at the cemetery and she told me Jared was picking her up,” Linus contributed.

“Linus you don’t know shit. I don’t understand why you left her alone in the first place. Jared, when did you speak to Rosie?” Henry inquired.

“I never did, I only received a text from her saying you were taking her out to a special birthday dinner and you would be picking her up.” Jared informed the group.

“Can someone just figure out where my daughter is?” You pleaded.

“Yes of course Mrs. Holland, I will send out soldiers right now to look for her.”

“Thank you Jared.” You praised him as you stole glimpses of your rather distraught husband. “Tom?” You spoke, breaking his intense glare at the floorboards.

“Yes, love,” Tom’s words were almost a reflex. No thought went into them in situations like this, ones that were all too familiar.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“Thinking that. I know what you are thinking and it’s not going to happen,” you tried to assure your husband but, you were just as scared as he was.

“Y/N it’s too familiar to not think of that.” Tom whispers watching you try to hold back tears. He couldn’t help himself. That night was branded into his memory.

He already lost his son, he wasn’t about to loose his daughter as well. He wouldn’t be able to handle it, eventually it would grow easier as it did with losing Parker. But Tom knew it would devastate you, to bury your only living child.

***

“So I loved your life story, but do you want to untie me? I know there are some people at a party thrown for yours truly that would love to see you P,” Rosie pleaded. He had already been gone for too long.

“Rosie, as much as I would love that. I can’t risk your life or mom’s or dad’s,” Parker reminded her.

“Nothing has happened to us, we are safe and you could be too.”

“You were kidnapped today!”

“By you. Parker! I promise you nothing will happen,” Rosie exclaimed.

“What if they don’t want to see me? I mean I did fake my death and left the rest of you to grieve.”

“Trust me, they want to see you. Now come on, how much longer do I have to pretend that I am actually tied up.”

“You got out? How?” Parker asked dumbfounded.

“I have my ways. A mobster never reveals her secrets.” Rosie quipped, winking as she revealed her unrestrained wrists.

***

“I promise you Tom, we will get her back,” Linus chirped in trying to be on good graces with you and Tom. Tom just nodded in response.

“Linus, we’ve been here before. The last time... we lost Parker. We can’t let that happen again. We need to act now. She could be dead by now,” Henry exclaimed.

“Henry, calm down. Let’s wait until we receive demands for her return. She came home last time, this time won’t be any different.” Linus tried to look on the bright side.

“You aren’t doing anything!! If 3 years ago was handled any differently Parker would still be here.”

“Henry, do I have to remind you that Rosie is the boss of a very powerful mob, she will be fine.”

“That is the love of my life, I’m not going to sit here and wait.” Henry said, quickly grabbing his keys and straight line for the door.

“Woah stop, Rosie would never forgive me if I let you go and you ended up hurt.” Linus called out, blocking the only exit.

“Get out of my fucking way, I’m a grown ass man who can save his girlfriend without help from her dumb consigliere.”

“Why don’t you sit your ass back down and let the real men handle it, mob wife,”Linus jeered.

“What the fuck did you call me?”

“A mob wife. That’s what you are. You have no idea what Rosie does, you don’t even bother. It’s clear who wears the pants in your relationship because if you were half the man I am you wouldn’t be staying at home while Rosie takes care of business. I will never understand why she is with you. You can’t offer her anything in this life.”

“First of all fuck you. Second, I bet you don’t even know she has felt someone following her everywhere she goes lately. When are you going to stop playing fast and loose with lives. When you a burying another body? It could be someone you love next time. I won’t just sit here and twiddle my thumbs. I’m going to find her with or without you.”

“I didn’t know that. Geez that girl needs to tell me things. Let’s go—“

“What’s with all the screaming?” Rosie chimes in walking through the double doors of her office, which was formerly Tom’s.

Henry immediately dives into her arms. She is his home. Where ever she is, is where he feels the safest. Her takes in her familiar and calming scent, remembering all the reasons why he loves her.

“Henry, I’m okay. Baby, I’m okay. Not even scratch on me. See?” Rosie whispers as Henry finally breaks away. “Everyone, I want you to meet someone.... It’s okay, come in.” Rosie waves in the mystery man with the flick of her wrist.

Everyone gasps as Parker walks through the door.

“Parker... I.. uh... you died”

“Yeah, about that.”

“We thought you were dead. We buried someone. We cried until we couldn’t anymore”

“They blew up the warehouse. How could anyone survive that?”

“You’ve been hiding from us? For 3 years?”

“I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt any of you. Mom? Can you please say something?”

“Umm, you left us. Why? I’m too hurt words don’t mean much. I don’t know what to say.”

“Let me explain..”

“Tomorrow, I need to think about all of this. Rosie glad you are okay. Happy birthday to both of you. I’m sorry everyone but I’m going to turn in. Tom, you coming?” You asked politely, as to not offend anymore.

“Yes of course, darling. Happy birthday sweetheart,” Tom said, pressing his lips to Rosie’s forehead. “It’s good to have you back Parker, she’ll come around. Happy birthday to you too son.”

“Well, I think that is enough surprises for one night.” Henry said, turning to the door.

“Oh no party, thank god,” Rosie murmured sarcastically.

“At least pretend that you liked it. Are you coming bed?”

“That I can do, love. I’ll be there in a minute.”

“So, is it as bad as you thought?”

“Worse, mom couldn’t even look at me.”

“Give her some time, she took everything the hardest. I was a close second, I was your twin after all. But mom, left everything behind, the house, her friends and even me. She wouldn’t let herself be reminded of you everywhere she looked. This is her first time back in the house since she left a year and a half ago. She only cakes because of my, I mean our birthday. Wow that’s going to be weird, I’m now a sibling again,” Rosie pestered

“Hey you were always a sibling,” Parker exclaimed hurt by her words.

“Well you pretended to be dead for 3 years, so I think I’m off the hook.”

“When are you going to stop throwing that back in my face?”

“I don’t know maybe like 10 years, 3 for years you were gone and the rest for the misconstrued grief.”

“I’m sorry, but do you think mom will ever forgive me. I didn’t know she took it so hard.”

“Yeah we all did. She will come around eventually Park. Are you going to go to bed? Your room is still your room, none of us bothered to touch it.”

“Sure sis, thanks. Happy 20th birthday.”

“Thank you, you too. Night P.”

“Good night.”

***

“Hey, I thought you would be asleep by now? What’s keeping you up?” Rosie asked, seeing Henry consumed in his books with all the lights lite in their bedroom.

“Well I realized I never gave you your present,” Henry grinned, pulling a small box from behind his back. One too big to hold a diamond.

“Ooo, gimmie gimmie.” Rosie cheered all eager. The girl was not one to turn down gifts. “Henry it’s beautiful.” There sat at white gold locket with a stenciled pattern adorning the top.

“Anything for you love. Alright I think it’s time we turn out the lights,”

“Wait, I have something for you,” Rosie said trying to suppress her smile.

“What? It’s your birthday, you are supposed to be getting presents, not giving them.”

“Hush you, it’s something small. But holds a lot of value. Now close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“Alright,” Henry replies skeptical of her antics.

Rosie quickly rummaged through her purse, looking for his gift. She sat down and placed the item in his hands.

“Okay, you can open now.” Rosie said, trying to keep her smile at bay.

Henry stared down at his hands as the largest grin crept on his face. Staring back at him was the pregnancy test, Rosie had taken earlier. It read, pregnant, confirming the diagnosis with two pink lines.

“Are you serious? You’re pregnant?” Henry asked, unable to keep his smile under control.

“Yes, baby. I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant.”

“Oh my god we are going to have a baby. I’m so happy, I’m not even thinking about the fact that you peed on this. Come here, love.” Henry grinned, pulling Rosie into his lap.

Rosie, in the same moment, had everything she ever wanted, a purpose with Henry, and was a hair away from screwing everything up. With their lives it wasn’t enough to just love each other. Especially not the love with little to no passion. A common goal was necessary.

Rosie sure did love Henry, but love fades. They weren’t the same kids, experiencing the thrill of a first love.

Then, everything was new and exciting. Just the idea of Henry’s lips places they shouldn’t be, made Rosie’s heart pump. She was completely and utterly consumed in him and he the same.

But now, life grew messy and complicated. The little things she once adored about him, only offered grimaces toppled with annoyance.

They have lost each other and their baby was just the needed answer.

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silkylovey · 2 years

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Laws and Guns three

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After I called Y/n and Adam for lunch, I sprinted downstairs so that Y/n couldn’t sit on my seat. I know it’s childish but the guys were laughing about it during important meetings.

I saw them come downstairs and Y/n was laughing, her eyes looked so beautiful. It looked like her eyes were filled with stars, she could light up a whole house with just her smile. I wished I was the one making her laugh. Adam and her talked less and less French around me, I could finally understand what they were talking about.

Harrison told me that Adam was her assistant, he helped her with my cases, he was married and Y/n knew the girl very well. So there was no chance of her hooking up with him or even having feelings for him.

We sat at the dining table while the maids came to bring us light food.

“So Mr. Holland how’s the business going?” Adam asked me while turning his whole body towards me. I was so shocked that my eyes widened but he looked at me with a soft smile. He was not joking, he was genuine.

“Uh, it’s going good,” I responded. He chuckled at my answer as if I told something funny.

“I hope it’s good because with all the cases I’ve read today, but I’m sure you have other things to worry about,” he told me while looking at Y/n. Yes, I did worry about her but how does he know.

After everyone finished their dish, we all went back to our work. I saw Y/n and Adam go back to her office.

I heard a knock on my door. “Come in.”

Adam came into my office, observing his entourage. He then finally took a seat on the sofa. If only he knew what happened on that sofa he would even want to be near it. “Why does Y/N hate you so much?” he wondered.

That’s a great question that was always on my mind. “To be honest, I don’t even know. I think she hates the fact that she was forced to marry me,” I told him honestly because I haven’t been mean to her.

“I think that you need to fix your attitude toward her, that means no more hookers. Start acting like her husband,” he suggested to me.

I just nodded but I didn’t know if I could because she doesn’t act like my wife, except that she had an attitude that could match mine if we worked together.

After that Adam bid me goodbye and left the house.

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Y/n was in her office when Tom walked in shirtless.

“Can I help you?” she asked him while typing away on her computer. He closed her computer and she looked up in shock. Y/n stood up to insult him, but he sat in her chair and pulled her to sit on his lap facing him.

He took her glasses off. “I like it when you get mad or when you are focused. And knowing that you are doing all of this for me.” She got off his lap and said: “You can’t just come into my office, close my laptop, and put me on your lap as if I don’t hate you. I was working and I had a lot of information which I hope are saved but if they aren’t, I will literally make your life a living hell, got it?”

“Damn freaky,” he said with a smug on his face. He got out of her office and not even 5 minutes later, a hooker come into the house and giggled at his stupid words.

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Y/n

When I heard a hooker giggling, I knew that Tom wasn’t going to change. If I was going to spend the rest of my life married to a playboy, I would have to enjoy my own life.

I stopped working after I checked if all the information and proof were saved. I walked into the corridor that lead to my room, and I heard the hooker, whose name was Candy, I found this out because I needed some documents from accounting and I asked around who this Candy was. The answer did not satisfy me.

I walked into my room and decided to take a bikini and relax at the pool. Walking down the stairs with a towel hugging my body, I saw Haz and I asked if he, Tuwaine, Sam, Harry, and Paddy would want to join me at the pool. They accepted because it was rare that Paddy stayed at Tom’s house.

They all took their swimwear and met me at the pool. “Tessa!” Paddy exclaimed when he saw the dog running towards us. He hugged her while she started to sniff me. The boys went into the pool while I sat on a lounge chair with Tessa laying next to me.

“Y/n please join us for a game of water polo,” paddy softly ordered with doe eyes. I accepted and went into the pool. We started playing and we created a bond, the boys were nice to me. A lot nicer than their brother, my husband.

Sam, Paddy, and me against Haz, Harry, and Tuwaine. Paddy started and was swimming towards their goal, I tried swimming on the opposite side but Tuwaine stopped me and playfully tried to drown me. I playfully started to scream out for help but nobody took it seriously.

I think that my scream was heard by Tom because he came to the pool running as if a monster was running behind him. His hair was all over the place, his lips were plumped and he was breathing heavily.

“Where is Y/n? Is she okay?” he bombarded the guys with questions that involved me and my safety. He asked those questions as if he cared about me. It was weird.

“Yeah, I am fine, thanks for worrying,” I told him while I was still behind Tuwaine. I had a smirk on my face, there was a weird tension between us. “You can go back to Candy, don’t want her to miss you.”

After I told him that, I did kind of feel bad. How does someone tell their husband that kind of phrase?

He just left but after a few minutes, Candy left too. We didn’t hear any moaning during the time that he was upstairs.

“Y/n, I like you,” Harry told me with a smile on his face as if he was proud of me. Our water polo came quickly to an end, Sam and I decided to make lemonade for the guys.

I did learn some facts about Sam. He had a girlfriend, who he loved dearly. He was sort of the chef in the house, all the recipes were written by him. He was always to be found in the lounge or at his house, but he stayed a lot of times at Tom’s house because of business. In the mob, he was the chef of accounting, and then he reported everything to Tom.

We came back outside to see Tom seated on my lounge chair, where my towel was spread. He had sunglasses on and a smirk appeared on his face as he saw us arrive.

We gave everyone a drink and we chatted and laughed. I ignored the fact that Tom was here. I sat on the edge of the pool, my feet dangling in the water. Tessa sat beside me.

The voices quieted down and everyone including me decided to call it a night. I felt Tom’s eyes linger on my body when I was walking back into the house. I went to my room to put on comfy clothes, and later on, I went to my office to work a bit more. When I sat in my chair, the only thing I could think about was Tom’s toned body and how he did tease me today. The moans of the hooker Candy didn’t leave my mind, she moaned so loudly. Was he that good in bed?

I needed to get my mind off him and my only thought was going to a club with Jennie, Adam’s wife.

y/n: hey Jennie

Jennie: hi Y/n what’s up?

y/n: I wanna go out kinda sick of seeing these walls

Jennie: OMG!! Yes, I know this club you are going to love it. Here’s the address ********** ***

y/n: okay, see you there in an hour

Jennie: okay bye!!

A girls’ night out, that’s what I needed. An emerald green short dress was screaming to be worn by me. It was revealing but they could see but not touch. I knocked on Tom’s office door to let him know that I was going out.

As soon as I knocked, his door opened and we stood face to face.

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Tom

She looked gorgeous, we had intense eye contact before I asked her where she was going. “To a club with Jennie.” While looking like that, my thoughts only were unholy, what about the thoughts of those men that would be in the club. “You don’t want me to come with you?” I asked her.

“No thanks, it’s a girls’ night. Adam is not invited so it’s only fair that you don’t come,” she told me nicely. She was being kind to me. “Okay, have fun darling,” I wished her, even though I wanted to come with. She rolled her eyes and went into a black car, she had a driver so that was a sort of reassurance for me.

I needed to get Y/n out of my head and a hooker wasn’t going to help, so I went to the lounge, where the guys were hanging out. “So mate, still haven’t got laid by your wife?” Harrison asked me after he saw me come and sit next to him.

“Why do you care?”

“I don’t but accounting does because you did send a very big check to Candy.”

Busted. “Yeah a man has his needs and my lady didn’t say anything about it. She is too busy with all of our lawsuits,” it was truly the only thing Y/n did was stay in her office and she only comes down for dinner and to play with Paddy or Tessa.

We don’t sleep in the same room because she kicked me out.

“Why don’t you sleep with her, not having sex but just in the same bed. You guys are married don’t forget that!” Harrison told me with a chuckle.

“I can’t, I’m always wearing this ring,” even when I am ‘cheating’ on her.

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Y/n

Jennie looked really good, she gave me a hug. We haven’t really met yet but I’ve seen a lot of pictures and videos of her. Adam was smitten, she was the only thing he talked about twenty-four seven.

“Let’s get some drinks,” she told me with a smile. I did take one shot, I didn’t want to go home drunk. Maybe I would say some things to Tom, things that I would have to keep to myself.

“Y/n loosen up, doll. We’re not leaving until you’re drunk until you’re relaxed okay?” she said while holding my shoulders and lightly shaking me.

One, two, three, that’s how fast the shots were going into my body. The burning sensation felt good, too good maybe. I missed the feeling of being drunk. After my third glass, I grabbed Jennie’s hand and led her to the dance floor. We were shaking our hips, screaming the lyrics of the song until I felt hands on my waist.

“Do you mind love?” I knew that voice from somewhere. I looked back at Jennie but I saw that she was ordering more drinks. I turned back to see Tom taking my body in, his eyes weren’t even looking straight into mine, no, he was focused on my cleavage.

I was too drunk to give him a witty comeback. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and started to sway my hips to the beat.

“Hey, Tom go away. No husbands allowed,” Jennie exclaimed to Tom, she looked quite angry.

“Sorry I’ll let you girls be,” he told her, and before he left he whispered in my ear “I’ll be waiting for you in the car.”

“Y/n, do you like him?” she asked me curiously. No, I didn’t, I just had unholy thoughts about him, I thought of how his fingers could please me.

“Why don’t we call it a night, my driver can bring you home if you want,” I told her avoiding the question. She accepted and we went outside, I led her to the car I came in, made sure the driver knew her address, and then turned to Tom’s car.

I walked slowly to his car, taking slow steps. I could feel his eyes on me through the tinted windshield. I opened the passenger door and sat on the leather seat.

“Why did you come?”

“Why did you embrace me back?”

We both asked at the same time.

“I came to make sure that nobody was touching you or looking at you the way only I can look at you,” he told me. He didn’t come with any backup or with his friends. He came for me. That gave my pussy butterflies. I should be feeling like this.

“I embrace you because I didn’t feel like giving you a mean comment. I’m pretty sure you know how I feel about you,” I said while looking at my heels.

“Okay, let’s just go home and rest” And with that, he started the car and left the club’s parking.

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Arriving home Y/n went straight to her bedroom. She was feeling weak and tired. She went to the bathroom but she felt too dizzy and she fell. Tom heard a thump from the living room and rushed to her bedroom.

When he saw her laying on the floor he felt as if his world just disappeared. “Y/n” he called out.

“What?” Oh great, he thought. She was still alive.

“Do you need help?” he asked while leaning against the doorframe.

“No I’m fine,” she told him knowing that she needed that help.

He ignored her refusal and went to pick her up, he led her to the bathroom and started to take off her makeup. It felt good taking care of his wife. So domestic.

He took her hand and pulled her to the walk-in closet. “I am going to put on your pajamas okay?”

She only hummed not even caring that he would see her naked. He took her heels, dress, and bra off and he took an oversized t-shirt that looked comfy. “Arms up, love” And she did what he ordered her to do.

Finally, she had her shirt on and was led by Tom to the bed. She noticed that he started taking off his clothes too. As he tucked her in bed, he went to lay on the other side of the bed. While he closed his eyes to doss off, he wished that she wouldn’t be angry. When he felt her cuddle into his side he know that she was going to be pissed tomorrow.

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wheredafandomat · 8 months

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Business

Slight mob!Loki x female reader

18+ | contains smut

“Loki, when are you coming back to bed?” You asked, pouting as you fastened your short silk robe, stepping into Loki’s study.

“I’m just sorting through a few things dearest, soon.” Loki answered, glancing up at you before doing a double take, noticing your attire.

“Hi Thor.” You smiled, greeting Loki’s brother.

“Y/n.” He replied, swallowing thickly before his eyes quickly ran up your exposed legs.

“Are these things anything I can help with?” You offered.

“Come here.” Loki gestured, tapping his knee. Walking further into the room, you made your way to Loki, sitting on his lap as you looked down at the papers sprawled out over the desk. “The aim is to go from here” Loki began, placing his finger on a map “to here unnoticed.” He finished, pointing to the final destination.

“Hmm, unnoticed?” You hummed, wracking your brain.

“Yeah.” He nodded, kissing your neck.

“Dress as delivery men and use a delivery truck.” You suggested.

“That’s too obvious, sweet.” Loki answered.

“Then garbage men then, no one is going to check a garbage truck.” You shrugged.

“And where would we get this garbage truck?” Thor queried, you and Loki both glancing up at him.

“Loki has contacts everywhere.”

“Yes brother,” Loki smirked, “I’ve got contacts everywhere.”

“So that’s sorted then” you clapped, looking back at Loki as he wrapped his arm tighter around you “can we go back to bed now?”

“I’m afraid there’s still something else.” Loki sighed.

“Fine” you huffed, breaking out of Loki’s grip as you stood “I guess I’m going to have to just take care of myself then.” You announced, walking out of the room, both sets of Odinson eyes on you as you did so. “Goodnight Thor.” You spoke, touching his arm as you passed him.

Watching you for a few moments, Loki couldn’t help but stand up, following after you.

“This won’t take a minute” Loki lied, speaking to Thor “sit down, make yourself at home.” He called, leaving the room. Heading up the stairs, Loki was quick to catch up with you, leaving you yelping as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, practically carrying you to the bedroom.

“I said I’d be with you in a moment, couldn’t you have just given me that?” Loki spoke firmly.

“No.” You giggled.

“Right, bend over that bed.” He ordered.

You were quick to make your way to the bed, standing at the end of it before leaning over it, balancing on your forearms. Loki stood behind you, one arm snaking around your body to undo your robe. The thin material slipped off of your body, leaving you bare for Loki as he ran two of his fingers through your folds.

“Already so wet.” He noted lowly, fingers circling your clit slowly.

“I was getting ready for you.” You grinned.

“Yeah?” He smiled coyly.

“Mhmm.” You hummed.

“Good girl, getting it nice and wet for daddy.” Loki praised, the sound of his belt unbuckling ringing in your ear before you felt him pressing his soft, thick member against you. “What do you want me to do?” He questioned, gripping his length and gently moving it through your slick folds.

“You know what I want you to do.” You answered, impatiently moving your hips backwards.

“Say it” Loki commanded, pressing the tip of his length to your entrance “say it.” He uttered.

“I want you to fuck me.” You almost whined.

“That’s a good girl.” He smirked, pressing himself into you.

“Lokii.” You mewled as he buried himself inside of you, every inch of him filling you before he pulled out. “Fuck.” You moaned as he gripped your hips tightly, thrusting inside of you again, harder this time, more purposefully.

“Such a tight little thing.” He lauded, one of his hands lifting and landing on your ass hard as you moaned louder.

“Fuckk Lokii.” You gasped, his balls hitting your clit as he continued thrusting in and out of you.

“Shh, we have a guest, remember.” He chuckled darkly.

“Lokii.” You panted, Loki hitting that perfect soft spot with each calculated stroke. “Feels so good.” You moaned lewdly as he grabbed your hand, guiding it to your clit prompting you to rub it.

“Quiet.” He instructed, loosening his tie before practically shoving it into your mouth in the hopes of silencing you but knowing it’d just arouse you further. You humored him, gagging on it as he continued fucking you. Your face was almost buried into the bed as you tried to remain balanced on one of your forearms.

Downstairs, Thor repositioned himself, crossing his legs as he heard what sounded like Loki spanking you. He tried to busy himself looking through the map on the table but it was useless.

“Are you going to be a dear and cum for me so I can continue discussing business? Hmm?” Loki asked, thrusts quickening. Unable to reply, you clenched your walls around him. “Good girl.” He smiled before pounding into you, unable to conceal his own groaning. Feeling your walls thrumming around him, Loki tore the tie out of your mouth.

“Fuck!” You exclaimed, pleasure consuming you “m’ cumming.”

“Love, you’re soaking me.” Loki spoke, clearly amused as he slowed his pace, guiding you through your high.

“I-I’ll clean you up.”

“And how are you going to do that?” He questioned, still inside you. Reaching behind you, you tried to push him backwards. Realising what you were doing, Loki pulled out of you. Turning around to face him, you went onto your knees before gripping his hard, length, moist from your arousal. You moved your hand up and down it, Loki relaxing against your touch as you massaged his sensitive member. Opening your mouth, you guided him inside it, flicking the tip with your tongue as it entered. Hands on his hips, Loki closed his eyes as you gagged on his cock, hollowing your cheeks around it as you sucked on it. Unable to control himself, his hips involuntarily thrusted forwards, chasing your mouth as you circled the tip with your tongue.

“Are you going to let me cum on those pretty tits?” Loki cooed, feeling his orgasm approaching. Nodding, you replaced your mouth with your hand, fisting him to completion before he came, coating your breasts with his warm seed.

“My good good girl.” He praised, pulling you into a long kiss as if he just wanted to taste himself against you. “Go and grab me some clean trousers.” He spoke, breaking the kiss and slapping your ass as you turned around towards the wardrobe. “Thank you.” He added, taking his current ones off before putting the clean ones on. “Now, I’m going back downstairs and I’ll be back once I’m finished. You stay up here.”

“And what would you do if I came downstairs?” You questioned teasingly.

“I’d have to punish you.” He smirked.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” You giggled.

“Right, where were we?” Loki spoke, entering his study again.

“I—um—I need to leave.” Thor stuttered, almost sprinting out of the room.

This is the Thor that was in the study alone 🤣

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moon-fics · 10 months

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the barbie movie comes out this week and i can't help but think how would be funny and cute a one shot where mob! tom holland is dragged by his woman to see barbie, she makes them wear matching outfits (like barbie and ken) and he hates it but puts up with it because it would be a crime to spoil how excited she is

OMG, MORE MOB!TOM!!! I’m currently working on the two requests from before but more mod! Tom is excellent!😭

He absolutely does NOT want to go see the Barbie movie.

But when he sees how excited you are while talking he already knows this isn't a choice

He is forced to read every meme or watch every tiktok about the movie

He will NOT admit he laughs at Micheal Cera's Barbie headshot

He also won't admit he's beginning to quote those memes as well

He somehow manages to get you into the Premiere event for the movie

Holy shit is he going all out just for you

You decide you and Tom will dress up as a classic Barbie movie couple (Example: Genevieve and Derek or Princess Annika and Aidan)

He has bodyguards around at all times, but they are also forced to wear pastel colors

I believe this man would enjoy the entire movie but won't say it (Slay Girlies)

You have the best time at the event and that's all he needs to brush off comments about him becoming soft

During the film, he will hold your hand the entire time

No, he wasn't laughing at Ryan Gosling's Ken, that's NOT what happened don't be stupid

He definitely laughed at Ryan Gosling's Ken because he's just talking

Once the premier is over he'll spend the entire night driving to different food places with you just to buy all the Barbie-themed foods

His bodyguards have to wear pastel outfits the entire night, with no acceptions

Once you two finally get home you watch some classic Barbie movies before falling asleep

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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New Friends

Pairing: Mob!Tom x Reader

A/N: Quick little fic I whipped up, hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated

Summary: You're starting to get homesick and Tom will do anything to make you feel better

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Tom frowned while he watched you push your food around your plate, “Are you alright darling?”

You nodded, “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?” he pressed, “You’re not eating.”

“I just don’t have much of an appetite right now,” you pursed your lips, “I miss London.”

Tom frowned and scooted his chair up beside yours, “I do too, but it’s not so bad here. The house is nice, and we’ve always got each other.”

“I know,” you flushed, “The house is great Tom, and I love you so much, but it gets lonely when you’re working.”

“I’m sorry darling,” he kissed your shoulder with a frown, “I’ll get us out of here as fast as I can.”

“It’s okay Tom, I mean I understand why we have to be here, and I don’t mind it at all. I’ve just been getting a little lonely, I promise it’s not a big deal, I’ll get over it.”

“It is a big deal,” he took your hands in his, “I’ll figure something out alright? I can’t get out of work right now, but I’ll find some way to make things easier on you.”

“You don’t have to do that Tom, I’m happy,” you smiled and squeezed his hands, “I know it’s only temporary, things will be back to normal soon.”

He nodded and pressed his lips to yours, “I just hate to see you unhappy darling, it drives me absolutely mad.”

“It’s not all bad, I get to be here with you, and we’re both safe. That’s all I really care about.”

“I’m glad we’re both safe and we’re here together, but I don’t want you to be lonely. I know things are less than ideal right now, but I want to make this as easy on you as I can.”

“You are, I know you’re doing your best to get things back to normal,” you set your hand on his cheek, “I appreciate the concern Tom, but I promise I’ll be okay, I’m just a little homesick.”

“Okay…” he turned to kiss the palm of your hand, “I’ll take a day off soon and we can try to do something fun. Obviously we’d have to stay inside still, but I’ll figure something out.”

“Thank you Tommy,” you smiled at him, “I love you loads.”

“Mmm, I love you too,” he nuzzled his nose against your cheek.

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Over the following days Tom noticed your mood only seemed to get worse and worse. You were unusually quiet and nothing could hold your attention for more than a few minutes. You’d been at the cottage for a full month, secluded in the countryside over hours away from your friends and family. The whole situation was less than ideal, but necessary to keep you both safe. Things were getting heated back in London, and Tom knew you’d be the first person targeted by his rivals.

He knew isolation was the only way to keep you safe, and you’d been understanding, but he just couldn’t stand to see you unhappy. He had to work though, otherwise things would just get worse and you two would be stuck at the cottage for even longer. So he started researching, and with Harrison’s help, he found something he thought might help you feel a bit better. He had to slip away for a few hours to go pick it up, so he told you he was making a supply run and ducked out of the house.

It ended up taking him three hours to rub his errand, and he was a nervous wreck on the way home. He wasn’t sure how you’d feel about the surprise, and he didn’t like leaving you alone for that long. He was eager to get home and see you, and he went running for the door as soon as he parked the car. He peaked around inside to make sure you weren’t in the room before he stepped inside.

“Darling, where are you?” he called.

“Coming!” you called back.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” he grinned as you stepped into the living room, “Take a seat and cover your eyes while I go get it.”

You frowned and sat down on the couch, “A surprise?”

He nodded, “Yes, now cover your eyes.”

You placed your hands over your eyes while Tom slipped outside. He bundled your surprise up in his arms and returned to the house, setting it on the ground in front of you. You could hear him rustling around but had no idea what he had for you.

“Alright,” he sighed, “Open your eyes darling.”

You dropped your hands and immediately your mouth fell open. Seated on the ground in front of Tom was a small grey puppy with a blue collar around its neck. Tom was holding it so it’d stay still, but the second he let go it ran for you. It slid across the hardwood floor and started sniffing your leg.

“A puppy?” you gaped.

Tom smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I thought it might help you feel less lonely while we’re here.”

“Tommy,” your bottom lip quivered and you crawled off the couch so the dog could climb into your lap, “It’s so cute.”

“Just like her mum,” he pecked your cheek, “She’s a staffordshire bull terrier, she’s 8 weeks old.”

“She’s so tiny,” you cooed as you scooped her up into your arms, “I can’t believe you did this Tom.”

“Yeah, I know I probably should have talked to you first, but you love dogs, and dogs can help a lot with loneliness and all that,” he scratched her head with a smile, “She doesn’t have a name yet if you have any ideas.”

“Aw, do you need a name baby?” you cooed at the puppy in your arms, “I don’t know Tommy, do you have any ideas?”

He hummed, “Well I did think of one in the car.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“Tessa.”

“Tessa,” you repeated, a small smile coming to your lips, “I love it Tom, it’s perfect.”

“What do you think sweetheart?” he scratched the dog's head, “Is Tessa a good name?”

She yipped happily, making both of you laugh, “I think she likes it, and you.”

“Oh please, we both know she’ll like you best,” he pressed his lips to yours with a wide smile, “You really like it love?”

You nodded, “I love her Tom, she’s absolutely precious, and I’m sure she’ll be great company.”

“Good I’m glad,” he wrapped one arm around you and used the other to continue petting her, “I promise I’ll get us out of here as quickly as possible so we can take her back home.”

“Thank you,” your head fell on his shoulder, “When we get home I wanna dress her up and take her all over London.”

“Anything you want love,” he kissed your forehead, “I bet she’d look cute with some little bows or something.”

“Yes she would, do you wanna wear a bow Tessa?” you giggled as she leapt out of your arms, “Where are you going missy?”

Tom and you watched her pad across the floor, laughing while she again started skidding across the hardwood. Tom wrapped both of his arms around you, pressed a series of kisses to the side of your head while she slid around. That was when, much to your horror, Tessa squatted in the middle of the living room floor and began to piss.

“Tessa no!” Tom jumped to his feet and ran to pick her up.

She yelped as he lifted her up, interrupting her mid pee to run her outside. You burst into laughter as you watched them scramble out the door.

“Sorry love, I’ll clean that up,” Tom promised while Tessa finished peeing in the grass outside, “Naughty girl Tessa.”

She peaked over at you two while she peed.

“We’ll have to work on potty training,” you wrapped your arms around Tom with a smile, “But thank you, I feel better already.”

“Don’t mention it love, you know I’d do anything for you,” he nuzzled his nose against yours as the puppy padded back over to you and began sniffing your legs again, “Oh now you want back up brat?” he clicked his tongue as he lifted her up, “I think you owe us an apology young lady.”

She responded by licking his cheek.

“Ah, I think that was a perfect apology,” you grinned.

Tom nodded, “You’re forgiven this time, but a little kiss won’t cut it next time.”

“Don’t worry, he’s lying,” you scratched her behind the ear and kissed Tom’s cheek, “Kisses always work on him.”

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cameronspecial · 2 years

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There will be a part 2 of This Isn’t The Story About Our Love?

I’m hoping to come up with something but I can’t make any promises because I’m really busy with school! Once I get the ball rolling with writing, I will let you all know!

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spideyzgirl · 2 years

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it’s not all roses

summary: you and tom, your neighbor, have been dating for more than a year, and you have fallen in love with him. when he invites you over for dinner, you can’t help but feel like he’s going to propose to you. you’ve been waiting for the magical moment for a while, and boy does something magical happen.

pairing: mob!tom holland x reader

warnings: angst, cursing, guns, mentions of blood,

wc: 3411

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you’d only ever met one man who you’d truly call captivating. tom holland, your neighbor who you’ve been dating for a little more than a year. you were completely infatuated with him, it was safe to say you’ve never been happier.

tonight, he had invited you over for “a very special dinner”, so he had called it. you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, he was finally going to pop the question. the thought of marrying the person who made you the happiest was one you could fantasize about all day.

you could hardly keep the smile off your face as you slipped into the pretty dress he bought you a while ago, along with the gorgeous diamond earrings he gifted you.

“y/n i’m so excited for you!” your best friend squealed over the phone. “do you think he’ll actually propose tonight?”

“i hope so. i really hope i’m not just assuming,” you muttered as doubt started to settle in your head.

“don’t think negative, i know he will. you’d better prepare for the celebratory dick you’re getting after.” she giggled.

“i’m hanging up now.” you winced.

after putting on your favorite perfume (also gifted to you by tom), you left your home, walking right to toms. using the spare key he got you, you let yourself in, greeting his cat twix with a few pets.

“tom?” you called out to him.

“in the kitchen, darling.” he responded. you followed the noise of kitchen utensils clanking together, and found tom in front of the oven with his back facing you. you smiled at the sight of him doing this for you. you were so lucky to find someone to care for you as much as he did. you snuck up behind him, snaking your arms around his waist and resting your head against his back.

“hey babygirl.” you greeted him.

“hello sweetheart,” he chuckled. “don’t you look gorgeous.” he pulled you up so you were leaning against his side, and gave you a long kiss.

“mm, can i have another one? just one more please?” he pouted. you laughed at him but complied, connecting your lips for another kiss. he grabbed your chin gently, holding you there for longer than you initially thought he would.

“god i love you.” he mumbled against your lips before giving you one last peck. “now, you and twix get out. you’re distracting me.” he playfully nudged you away.

“but i wanna know what you’re making. it smells really good.”

“you’ll see, now go relax. it’ll be ready in a second.”

you walked into the dining room, not expecting to see an arrangement of your favorite flowers, and warm scented candles lit. you sometimes felt undeserving of the things tom did for you, but he’d always be there to tell you otherwise. you’ve never felt so loved and appreciated in a relationship, it almost felt too good to be true.

“i’m gonna take your silence as a sign that you like it.” tom spoke as he walked up behind you with two plates of spaghetti. he set the plates down and placed his hands on his hips, observing his work.

your silence was starting to worry him though, and panic started to take over. “it’s- it’s not too much is it? maybe the candles were overboard, i admit. but-“

“tom, shut up. it’s perfect. it’s so perfect.”

“okay.” he gave you his signature cute smile before sitting down with you to eat.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

“take it easy on the drinks darling, there’s something i wanna ask you later.” he grinned as you poured your second glass of wine.

you bit your lip to keep from smiling like a maniac. you almost wanted to skip the dinner and get right to the proposal. well, his question. you had to consider the fact that he was probably asking you something else. or hell, he’d probably tell you what he does for his job - after a year - and how he can afford all of the costly things he gifts you. the smile on your face dissipated as you thought about it again.

it always bothered you at the wrong moments. you were annoyed with the way you couldn’t focus on the nice dinner tom spent his time on for you. you were now thinking about his one flaw. not only was it bothersome, but it was confusing. tom claims he loves you, but he won’t trust you with the most simplest fact about him after a year of being together? it was weird and hurtful. anytime you brought up the seemingly touchy topic, he’d always brush it off or quickly change the topic.

“are you alright? you’ve gone quiet.” he asked.

there was no use in bringing it up. he’d probably start talking about the weather. so, you put on a smile and shook your head. “i’m okay, sorry.”

but tom knew you better. “are you sure? is there anything i can get you?”

maybe the truth.

“i said i’m fine, tom. can we talk about something?” you huffed.

“okay, how’s work going?” he asked.

you scoffed at the irony of the question. “it’s going great, actually. what about your job? how’s that going? whatever you do.” you sarcastically smiled.

tom sighed as he finally realizes what got you so upset. that conversation. the conversation he’s had with you so many times, that he can hardly keep track of how many times he’s discussed it with you. he knew you were getting fed up with his avoidance about it, but it was better you didn’t know yet.

“it’s fine. are you ready for dessert? your favorite ice cream is in the freezer, it’s got your name on it.” he smiled awkwardly as he stood.

you sighed as you kept your glare on him. suddenly, several red dots danced their way up toms chest, before they all merged into one spot directly in the middle of his forehead. you squinted in confusion. tom was complete oblivious to what was happening.

“tom?”

“yes love?”

“what’s- what’s on your face?”

“somethings on my face? like what?” he asked simply, happy you were the one changing the subject this time.

“red dots. like laser pointers.”

“laser pointers? what’re you-“ tom gasped as his eyes shot open. “y/n, get down.”

“what?”

“get down!” he darted towards you, as the windows started shattering as a stream bullets began rapidly firing through them. tom grabbed your arm, pulling you down harshly under the table with him.

tom held you against his chest, his hand protecting your head as you cried in fear. the deafening sounds of the shots were enough to leave your ears ringing for days. there were no thoughts in your head, except for the one where you’re about to die in toms arms. the only thing letting you know you were still there was toms rapid heartbeat banging in your ear. you didn’t lift your head from his chest until the shots stopped firing through the house, the only audible noise was your ragged breathing and sniffles.

“tom-“

“shh.” he shushed you instantly, keeping a sharp ear out for signs of any people inside. he heard deep voices approaching the windows, followed by sounds of struggling, and finally the grinding of glass met with heavy footsteps. “there are no bodies, no blood. he’s still alive, find him. the girl too.” one of the voices boomed throughout the house.

you could see numerous black shoes scattering away from the windows, in search of you and tom. the men were tearing up anything and everything in the house in order to find you both. they were already upstairs; you could hear the muffled noises of things hitting the floors.

“listen to me,” tom whispered, grabbing your face and looking you in your glossy eyes. “we’re gonna run for the garage and get the fuck out of here, alright? stay close to me.”

you watched with fearful eyes as he grabbed a gun that was tapped to the bottom of the table, checking how many rounds were in the chamber before clicking it back into place. “what- what is that? why do you have that, tom? what’s going on? who are those people-“

“baby, we don’t have a lot of time for that right now. pretty soon, they’re gonna tear up with room too so we need to go. i promise i’ll explain this all later, just let me get you somewhere safe. nod if you understand.”

you nodded as more tears rolled down your cheeks. he crawled from under the table first, checking to make sure no one was around. once he was sure it was clear, he held his hand for you to take and you followed him from under the table.

you looked around anxiously. your flowers were disarranged and ruined, the glass of the vase shattered everywhere as water began to drip onto the floor. standing there witnessing the mess on the table, you felt like you were just waiting to die. you never thought it would be possible, but you didn’t feel safe in toms house anymore.

tom stealthily lead you both to the garage door. he opened it, but it was abruptly kicked shut by one of the men. tom quickly turned toward him, and they were both aiming their guns at the others head. he was much taller and burlier than tom. the man chuckled darkly as he cocked his gun. “you didn’t think you’d get away so quickly, did you?”

“well, for a second there, yeah.” tom shrugged, his gaze never lingering.

“stop fucking around, holland. we’ve got shit to discuss, you’re coming with us whether you want to or not.” he growled.

“you could’ve rung the doorbell.”

“that your girlfriend?” the man’s gaze shifted to you, his eyes running over your body as a disgusting ring fell on his lips. “y/n, isn’t it? she’s even sexier in person. such a shame you won’t be able to spend the rest of your lives together.”

he aimed the gun towards you now, but tom shot the man’s hand before he could even fire off his gun. you shrieked as the gun went off, alerting the others upstairs. the man was now sobbing on the floor, a stream of curses falling from his mouth.

tom yanked the door open and you both made a beeline toward the car. he hardly waited for the garage to fully open before he took off, speeding right out of the neighborhood.

he sighed and rubbed his head and looked over to you. you were in a complete state of panic. your entire body was trembling has you held yourself. tears were still running down your cheeks, your mascara with them.

“are you alright?” he asked you softly.

“take a guess.” you spat. “you just shot someone, tom! he’s probably going to die now, you just killed someone!”

“i would never kill anyone in front of you.”

“not in front of me? really? do you even hear the words coming out of your mouth?” you screamed.

“y/n, calm down. he’s not gonna die, i just shot his hand. the worst he’ll get is a lousy jerk off.”

“that’s not funny. and that doesn’t make me feel any better. you still shot someone.”

“what did you expect me to do, y/n? he was going to shoot you if i didn’t shoot him first. if you thought i was just gonna sit back and relax, you’re out of your fucking mind.” he snapped.

none of this was making sense. you had your heart set on a lovely dinner date with your boyfriend and possibly getting engaged, with mind blowing celebratory sex afterwards. definitely not this. you don’t even know the man beside you, all of a sudden. he was entirely unrecognizable from the man you were just having dinner with.

“what do you do for your job, tom?” you asked quietly.

his grip on the wheel tightened and he clenched his jaw, holding his silence.

“answer me.” you pressed.

“i’m the leader of a mob.” he didn’t look at you when he said it. he didn’t want to see your reaction. but he knew it was bad when you fell quiet. “i didn’t want you to find out this way. i was going to tell you, i swear.”

the leader of a fucking mob? you were dating a crime boss? these are things mentioned on the first date, right? who knows what kinds of shady shit he’s into. it didn’t sit right with you at all.

“where are you taking me.” you mumbled.

“somewhere safe. i’ll get you cleaned up, and you can get some rest.”

absolutely not. ‘somewhere safe’ was not convincing enough for you. as much as it hurt, you just wanted to get away from tom. “stop the car.” you spoke up.

“what?”

“stop the car, right fucking now.” you raised your voice.

tom obeyed, and watched as you frantically left the car and began walking along the side of the road. he sighed, rolling the window down and pulled up beside you. “y/n, what are you doing? we don’t have time for this. they’ll be on our asses any second now.”

“i’m getting the fuck away from you. i don’t want to be near you right now, i’m sure you can understand that.”

you words cut deep, but he understood you were just shaken up. “you have no where to go, y/n. some of them are most likely still in the neighborhood, you can’t go home.”

your stride faltered as his words hit you like a ton of bricks. you can’t go home. if not, where the hell could you go? you were too stubborn to get back in though. you didn’t have any money on you, but maybe you could make it to your parents if you kept walking. which would be a 25 mile walk.

“you heard him say your name, y/n. they’ve clearly done their research. they know you, whether you like it or not. they know your friends your family, their address. you’re not safe anywhere right now. if you come with me, i’ll keep you safe. you know that.”

you exhaled as you stopped walking. you hated how he was right. seeing as you had no other choice, you grumpily got back in the car, keeping your back faced towards him. he continued driving, and silence consumed the car.

you thought about twix suddenly, and a wave of dread ran through your veins. “do you think twix is okay?” you asked hopefully.

tom didn’t want to worsen your worried state, so he lied. “uh, she should be fine. probably took off when the first few shots hit.” he nodded.

you sighed a breath of relief, and tried to think about anything other than the events of the night, which proved impossible for the rest of the ride.

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

it was well after 12 am once you arrived “somewhere safe”. your eyes lit up as you marveled at the enormous estate. once the gate opened, the car climbed the hill of a driveway before parking in front of the found fountain. lights shone through some of the floor to ceiling windows, giving you a glimpse of the beauty inside.

so the expensive gifts were just a tiny peak of his wealth.

tom noticed your reaction and smiled. he was relieved to see your face again. “it’s bigger on the inside, just wait.”

you watched as tom hopped out of the car, and you questioned how okay he was being right now. but you figured since he’s been doing this for god know how long, it probably doesn’t bother him as much. lucky bastard.

he opened your door for you and “come on then, let’s get you inside.”

you followed tom into the house, taking in the extravagance of the inside. the spacious loft area was well lit due to the gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging above. you could see your own reflection in the glossy hardwood floors. just when you thought it couldn’t get any more beautiful.

“this is all you?” you asked, still stunned by the house’s beauty.

“mostly me,” he nodded. “you like it?”

“that’s one way to put it.” you took note of the random people who went up and down the stairs every few minutes or so, and others who were chatting in the sitting area. “and you just let people walk around the house, at all hours of the night?” you frowned.

“well, this isn’t the ‘home’ part of the house, if that makes sense. the more homey part is in the west wing. come, i’ll show you.”

“i’m sorry, the west wing? what is this, bruce manor? how big is this place?”

suddenly, someone called out to tom, their footsteps hurriedly approaching. it was a blond haired boy, about the same age as tom.

“tom, mate,” he said, clearly winded from the run. “i just got word that your back. i wish you would’ve called back up or some shit instead of running.”

“i had something important to keep safe,” tom stated, gesturing towards you. “harrison, this is y/n.”

you looked at harrison and gave him a subtle smile.

“ah, y/n. i’ve heard your name being moaned in the wee hours of the night before. it’s no wonder, though.” his eyes trailed up your body and he licked his lips, making your stomach turn.

“hey, control yourself. she’s been through enough shit tonight.” tom warned.

“yeah, no kidding.” harrison eyes were trained on your bloody knees, and you winced when you saw how your blood was beginning to trickle down your legs. you blamed adrenaline for why you couldn’t feel it before. now that attention was brought to it, it was starting to sting.

“oh darling,” tom gasped. “that looks bad.”

“man, even in the midst of almost being murdered, you’re both still at it like horn dogs.” harrison chuckled.

“tom, slap him before i do.”

“oh my god. i’m gonna go get her patched up. i’ll meet you in my office afterwards.”

“i don’t like him.” you muttered after harrison walked away.

“it took me a while too.”

*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

after tom treated your wounds, he left you some of his older clothes for you to change into. you snuggled into his large comfy bed, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

“i’m sorry i don’t have anything cozier for you to sleep in. i don’t have… woman clothes.” he shrugged.

“don’t be sorry, it’s a comfort to me.”

“right,” he chuckled. “can i get you anything before i go?”

“just some space…” you said, avoiding his eyes.

“..space?”

the crack in his voice tugged at your heart strings, but you continued. “yes, tom. i meant what i said earlier. i can’t be around you right now. not until i can’t clear my head, okay? i still haven’t even processed the last 3 hours of the day.”

tom understand completely, but that didn’t mean he liked it. after today, he just wanted to hold you and fall asleep with you under the warm covers. he wanted to kiss you softly as you fell asleep, hear the soft whistle of your nose as you rested. but he won’t be getting any of that tonight. it hurt him to hear you say how you, the love of his life, didn’t want to be around him.

“alright. yeah, i understand. tonight was hectic. take as long as you need, sweetheart.” he leaned over to kiss your temple. “goodnight.”

he hit the light switch before he left and shut the door, leaving you to question what the fuck happened in the course of 4 hours. you were back to questioning if you were safe with tom. there was no doubt that your life was in good hands since, apparently, he’s good with a gun. but what if those people came back? you recalled how they were searching for you as well. what would happen if they found you? what would they do with you? what if tom couldn’t save you this time? the thought alone sent chills down your spine.

you were feeling too much all at once. hurt because tom lied to you and terrified for your life. confused, because you weren’t sure who you were dating anymore. it was funny how you were so ready to get tied down to him, and now you were second guessing that.

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Rude (1)

Title: Rude

Summary: He’s just rude.

Square filled for @anyfandomaubingo: Mob AU

Square filled for @steverogersbingo: C 3 - Free Space - Alpha!Steve Rogers

Pairing: Alpha(Mobster) Steve Rogers x ???!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, a/b/o, Steve being a rude asshole, injured reader, your boss is an asshole, remorse

Rating: Mature

Words: 1,9 k

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“Drink, now,” snapping his fingers, one of the guests' barks orders at the waitress. The poor girl flinches, and hurriedly walks away. You can’t blame her, though. Your boss didn’t tell you all the people at the party will be rude, self-centered, and well, complete douches. “You, come back.”

“Sir, can I help you?” you’re not a waitress, but try to help your colleague out. “What do you want? Bourbon, Whiskey, some manners?”

“What did you just say,” he slowly turns around, and the hairs on your neck stand as the tall alpha turns his attention toward you. “Repeat yourself, BETA!” He can’t scent you and immediately assumes you are only a beta.

“I asked you if you want a drink, Sir,” you try to not show you despise men like him. Rich. Spoiled. Aggressive. His suit is tailor-made, and his Tom Ford shoes cost more than half of your wardrobe, still, he lacks in manners. “Sir.”

“Where is the other girl? The cute and submissive one,” he chuckles as you make a face. Alphas are even worse than rich men. “What? Don’t you like to be a good girl too?”

“If you don’t want a drink, I’ll leave and take care of the food I made for the party. Choose now, Sir,” you’re slowly losing your patience here. Usually, you are a friendly and patient person, but this guy is getting on your nerves with his cocky smirk and the way he looks down at you.

“Nah, I don’t want you to serve me a drink. Send one of the cute girls over here,” you huff, but bite your tongue.

“I’ll look if anyone is free to serve you your drink,” turning to leave, you ignore the alpha huffs behind your back. “If not, over there is a bar. You can always get yourself a drink. You’re a grown man after all.”

He growls as you make your way back toward the buffet to check on the food. You smile to yourself as you just stood your ground against the tall and bulgy alpha.

“What a rude guy,” one of the waitresses complains. “Why is the boss never around if you need them. Three guys tried to feel me up, and another poured his drink over my shirt, yelling wet t-shirt contest.”

“Grown men acting like horny teens when in a pack,” you quip. “Go and get a new shirt from the trunk of my car. I’ll cover for you meanwhile. I always bring spare clothes with me. One of the shirts should be your size.”

She smiles softly as you hand her the keys to your car. “Thank you so much, Y/N,” she coos. “I’ll be right back, promised.”

“Take your time, I’ve got this,” taking her tray you flash her a smile. “It’s no problem at all.”

While your colleague moves to the back entrance, you start to make your round. You offer drinks to drunk guys, avoid getting groped, and put on your sweetest fake smile.

“Out of my way,” you yelp as someone runs you over. He pushes you out of his way, ignoring you ended up on the ground, crying out in pain. Out of the corner of your eye, you recognize the alpha you angered some hours ago.

“Miss. Shit,” another man makes his way through the people crowding you. “Someone, call an ambulance. Her hand is bleeding, and the fingers don’t look good.” The man strips his jacket off to put it under your head. “Miss do not move too much. I’m afraid your arm is broken. Looks bad.”

You whimper as you glance at your bleeding arm. “I tried to catch my fall,” you sniffle. “It hurts.”

“I know, doll,” the man runs his hand over your hair. “The ambulance will be here in a minute, okay.”

“Okay.”

“Clint, move your ass and check if they are on their way. I want them here in two minutes,” you flinch at his outburst. “It’s okay. They will help you, doll. This looks like a FOOSH injury to me. I broke my hand when I was a kid. I fell and tried to catch my fall.”

“I—” the pain is overwhelming, and the scent hitting you from behind your back doesn’t help. You can sense the alpha from before and it makes you curl into a ball.

“Sir, you can’t fire me! I broke my hand at one of your parties! Who will make your canapes now?” he shrugs, ignoring that you tear up. It was your dream to open your own catering firm, just not so soon. “Please, I need the job.”

“You are fired,” he points at your hand. “You’re useless to me with a broken hand. If you want to sue me, you can try.” Now he smirks darkly. “Go ahead, beta. We will see what happens if you do.”

“Fuck you,” you twirl around to storm out of his office, cursing his birth on your way out. “What do I do now?”

“Steve, you must apologize to the poor girl! I was at her boss’ office, and she got fired because of you. You broke her fucking hand,” Bucky growls at his best friend. “What’s wrong with you lately? Only as Peggy left you for some beta, you can’t run that girl over and just move on.”

“I didn’t know she got fired,” Steve sighs deeply. “She was a feisty bitch, and I was mad at her. I didn’t want to hurt her, though.”

“You saw her on the ground and didn’t do shit, Steve. Why?”

“Buck, you already took care of her. The moment I stepped closer she curled into a ball, and I didn’t want to scare her even more. I’m not some asshole hurting a girl on purpose. I just—” running his fingers through his hair Steve sighs deeply. “I saw Peggy at the party, in the arms of yet another man. She was on her way out of the back entrance when I ran the girl over.”

“Fine,” Bucky says. “Either way, you will apologize to her. Here’s her address. Buy some flowers and go to the girl.”

“What? I can’t just stand on her doorstep Buck. What will she do?” Steve makes a face. “Punk, she will call the cops or worse.”

“What’s worse than ending up in jail, Stevie,” the brunette smirks. “Come on, spill it.”

“What if she freaks out or cries. Bucky, she will believe I hurt her on purpose. How can she not? I can’t go to her,” hands-on his hips Steve tries to stay adamant. “I can send her flowers, though.”

“You will not send her flowers, Steven Grant Rogers,” Bucky just used his alpha voice on his friend, making Steve growl in response. “We are friends since childhood, but this doesn’t mean I will not beat you into a pulp. Be a man and apologize.”

“Fuck’s sake,” taking the piece of paper with you address out of Bucky’s hands, the blonde alpha grumbles under his breath. “Which flowers do you want me to buy?”

“Be creative, Steve. Go to a flower shop and tell them you ran the poor girl over. Find flowers telling her I’m sorry for running you over and that I was a douche…”

“Red roses, lilies, gerbera, asters, and squills,” Steve clears his throat as he stands in front of your door with a huge bouquet in his arms. “Squills say forgive me for being a rude douche the best.”

He straightens his tie with his free hand, not knowing why he’s nervous. You are just a random girl he ran over at a party. Steve takes a deep breath as he lifts his fist to knock at your door.

“Coming,” you coo from the other side of the door. “What can I—? You?” looking the alpha up and down, you frown deeply. “What do you want here?”

“Uh—I,” he huffs before pushing the flowers in your hand. “I came to apologize. I didn’t want to run you over. You see, girl.” He clears his throat, tugging at his tie, “I saw someone from my past and wanted to—”

“You wanted to what, Sir?”

“Honestly,” he nervously laughs, “I don’t know. She left me for some beta, telling me I’m too aggressive and rough. He looks down at his hands, shaking his head. “Maybe she was right. I was rude to the waitress and you for no reason. Then I ran you over.”

“I don’t know why you came here. You shouldn’t buy me flowers,” you step back when Steve moves toward you. “Stay away from me.”

“Doll,” you scrunch up your nose at the pet name. It’s the same the other man used at the party, “I’m sorry I ran you over. Can I come in and we can talk things out?”

“No. I’m good. Really,” like hell. You will not let a foreign alpha step inside your apartment. “Thanks for the flowers and all. My hand is barely hurting, and I’ll find a job in no time. No biggie.”

“Let me inside,” he cocks his head as you seem to react to his alpha voice. Betas usually don’t hear the difference or smell his scent changes when he’s angry or nervous. “Girl, what are you hiding.” He’s sizing you up now. “Something is odd about you.”

“Ah, ha-ha…thanks for the compliment. You have a way to apologize, that’s a fact,” you try to get rid of the alpha, hoping he will just leave. “Listen, you can go now. Please.”

“Bucky said I must make sure you are alright,” Steve takes another step toward your door and another until he’s so close you can feel his breath on your face. “Let me check on you.”

“I’m good,” swallowing thickly you try to hide that his scent makes your toes curl. “I got a nice cast around my hand, and all.”

“I don’t even know your name,” shit, he cups the back of your neck and rubs his thumb over your mating gland, humming. “I knew it. You’re omega. A feisty little thing too.”

“You need to go. Now,” while you fight your hindbrain and try not to give in to the alpha, he dips his head to press his nose to your scent gland. “Go—please.” You whimper.

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“I’m Steve. Now let me in and we can talk about what happened at the party. I want to know why you are using a scent blocker to hide from your alpha.”

“You’re not my alpha,” pushing against his chest with your working hand you try to make the alpha budge. “I mean it. Go home!”

“I can scent you, doll. It’s a faint scent, but it’s enough to let me know you are mine,” he doesn’t expect you to slap his cheek hard when he tries to kiss you.

“Dude! I don’t even know you. Get a hold of yourself, Sir,” Steve smirks as you straighten your oversized sleep shirt. “Now, if you would excuse me. I want to go back to sleep.”

“I want to come in. Please let me show you that I didn’t want to hurt you, Y/N.”

“Why would I? You’re a stranger who just tried to get grabby,” you push against his chest, making him stumble back. “If you want to get to know me better, come back. If not, leave me alone.”

You slam the door in his face. “What the fuck just happened?” Steve stands there in stunned silence, laughing as you are the first woman rejecting him.

>> Part 2

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